#jujitsu kaisen x reader

[yukho]

a/n: I don’t know where the ask went for this oops not proofread

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“toru.”

“…….”

“it was just the baby—” “they refused me— me. the one who made them.”

“huh.”

“it couldn’t have been done without me.” you get pregnant on the first try and this is where he goes with it.

“it was them kicking, satoru.” “but it was the first kick— and it was aimed at me.” he cried.

it was not aimed at him. but of course ever the man he is, your husband assumes that your child’s first kick, that happened right when he put his head on your tummy, was intentional. it was not.

“satoru.” you sigh, trying to pull his head back from where he stuffed it into your neck, but the more you tried the more he nuzzled further. you sigh again, lips pursing at the absolute child that is your husband. “the baby did not aim it at you.“

he lifted his head from your neck. “were you not there?”

you let your head fall back against the headboard. you weren’t even gonna get into that with him.

you feel him shift, his head now leveled with your stomach. you feel when he lays his forehead on the curve, and you for sure feel the kick that just landed when he had done so.

“they’re not even here yet and they hate me!”

[jellybellygirly]

heartbroken!choso x reader

cw: mdni, smut, angst, kinda yandere?choso, sub!choso (boys pathetic for u oml), jealousy, oral(fem receiving), p in v, heartbreak, dacryphilia? and yearningggg

Summary: You're fed up with Choso's behavior and it leads to a pathetic Choso willing to do anything to get you back, and an even more desperate reconciling

Notes: Y'all this is my first fic!! I'm totes open to polite constructive criticism so hit me up!!

Word Count: 2.9k

He's not sure if your phone was filled with notifications or if you had blocked him and weren't aware of his desperate attempts to get in contact with you. Either way, he feels helpless.

Choso has been rotting away on his couch from the moment he opened his eyes, needing to get out of his tear soaked bed. It smelled like you, your perfume lingering on the pillows like they were taunting him. His soft sheets stopped bringing him comfort when he awoke to a suddenly empty feeling without you tangled in his sheets. Now, all he wanted was for you to steal his blankets when he was exhausted, because then at least he would have the comfort of you.

Discarding his phone somewhere to his side, Choso heaves a sigh that turns into a choked sob. The feeling like a ball of grief in his throat, stuck, not able to be swallowed down.

It seemed almost ridiculous. Choso's heart was broken, no, shattered and it wasn't like you were gone forever. Just yesterday you ended your relationship with Choso, mentioning a lack of communication and something about feeling trapped. Your words hit him hard, piercing his heart with guilt.

You're his first everything, and he's still figuring out how to navigate a romantic relationship, but he can't deny your reasoning. He could be cryptic and needy, and as hard as he tries to understand that you can't read his mind, his jealousy has always been at the forefront of his personality since you started dating.

Choso mulled over your words for the past 24 hours and came to accept that you deserve better. That he could be better, and will be.

If you didn't block his number then your voicemail should be full of scatterbrained explanations and begging for forgiveness. Choso knows he sounds pathetic- god, he is pathetic, but he would do anything for another chance at a life with you. Another chance to have you in his arms, exploring your body before a deep and restful nap, cuddled close but still wanting to be infinitely closer.

Choso's mind feels like a movie of all the times jealousy got the best of him, only serving to sending him reeling with regret. There were the aggressive moments, like when he punched a drunk innocent man in the bar for offering to buy you a drink, or the time he argued with a man in the grocery line for making a pass at you (the guy gave you his place in line). And there was the simple possessive moments where he didn't want you going out without him. He wouldn't even let you stay at his brother Yuji's house party because he felt like knew that everyone was looking at you.

It hit him like a truck when you pointed out his controlling qualities on that night just a week ago. Choso’s tried to be better following your little confrontation, never wanting to make you feel uncomfortable, but you seemed to have enough last night when you two butted heads for, apparently, the last time.

Choso was preparing dinner when you walked out of his apartment bedroom with your makeup done and hair up, seemingly ready to go out. There was no denying you looked stunning, likely done up to go for a night out with your friends. Choso had to restrain himself from taking your hand and leading you back into the bedroom, but simultaneously holding back from letting go of petty comments in effort to get you to stay. Nonetheless, Choso was looking forward to surprising you with a night in... and you took it as him wanting to keep you from going out, spurring the first real heated argument of your relationship. He froze up as you grabbed your overnight bag and forced out an "It's over."

Now he's standing in front of his coffee maker, the filling mug a painful reminder of slow morning afters and soft kisses as the sun broke up the dark of the room through the curtains.

Darting a glance towards the time illuminating from the clock on his oven- holy shit, it's nearly 4pm and he's just starting to slug around after a night of minimal sleep and sobs racking his body so hard his neighbors likely heard.

He tried calling you immediately and his texts sounded just as desperate as he was, but to no avail.

*ding*

Fuck. The doorbell? How could he possibly answer the door right now. But in a split second, that annoyance became hope that it was you coming back to him. Choso sat his mug down so quickly, coffee spilled on the counter around it while he pathetically rushed to the door. He gripped the handle and took a deep breath, opening the door to find... a box. A fucking delivery sitting on the doormat you helped pick out when he finally moved into his own apartment.

Choso's eyes burned with more tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. All he wanted was a second chance. One more try. He would get it right this time. The black haired man picked up the package and set it just inside, cursing the limits of time for not allowing him just one re-do. A way to go back in time and prevent your leaving.

Yet, even in his pain he knows you can't be gone forever. He will find a way to get you back. Maybe find a way to a more stable income and spoil you with whatever you'd like. He'd invest in therapy and become the partner you wished he was-  "Hey, Cho..."

The honey of your voice mixed with uncertainty interrupts his train of thought like dagger. Though the hurt is good, because after all, you're here.

You could tell he was having a rough time dealing with the breakup. By the look of it, he was fairing worse than you.

You were nervous to come, arriving at his open door to see a disheveled Choso facing away from you. Even now his back feels welcoming, especially after a night of reminiscing on the feeling of it when you hug or when you leave pink scratches down its rough skin. Choso's hair is thrown up in an extremely messy bun falling low behind his head, strands spilling out and as he whips his head around to face you, framing his features beautifully.

His eyes look tired and puffy, nose red and he's still wearing the sweatpants from yesterday, hanging low on his hips with a deep green baggy t-shirt slouching on his shoulders. It feels like his dark earth eyes are made to make you regret your actions. The yearning in his gaze almost making you forget why you came in the first place. God knows they've already made you forget why you left.

"Cho..." you start, as Choso slowly walks toward you with a look you'd never seen tug at his brows. He's looking at you like he can't believe you're real.

Words leave you as the equally confused and relieved man gets closer and reaches up to brush his fingers across your cheek, as if to check that he isn't dreaming. He towers over you, eyes searching yours, ready to get lost again. You can barely find the will in you to break eye contact but you manage to look down just slightly, clearing your throat.

Just as soon as Choso was there, he was gone. His touch missing but his presence still right in front of you. You could tell he was longing for something more than silence, and so were you. Here goes nothing...

"I... I'm sorry Choso," You look at your feet, opening your mouth to explain yourself when you hear a whimper escape your now ex. Looking up, you see just how broken the man in front of you is. Wet lines flowing down his cheeks as he cuts you off.

"Fuck, no baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel trapped," Choso choked out, "I'll do anything to make it better. Just tell me what I need to do. I promise..." and his voice broke. Once again Choso was reduced to a mess, only for you. "I promise I can fix this- us."

You swallowed at the apologies Choso was sobbing, choking on every other word and gasping for air like it was scarce.

"I promise, baby. P-please, just- mph!" It's so familiar, your lips on his. Like it was always meant to be that way, as cliche as it sounds. You gently guide his face to yours, falling back to flat feet after trying to make yourself taller to touch your lips to his. You can taste the salt from his tears as your own start to fall.

It takes a moment for Choso to register what's happening, but once he does he wastes no time sliding one of his hands up to cup your face while the other pulls the small of your back into him. You can feel the passion radiate from where you connect as he asks for entrance into your mouth, desperate kisses leading to sloppy tongue as if he can't get enough of you. As if he's afraid you'll vanish.

You don't push him to slow down, but instead tangle your hand in his hair as the other wraps around to feel the strong back you'd missed so much. Choso moans into your mouth at the feeling of your soothing hand in his hair, another cry in his chest, but this time a thankful cry. Because you did come back. Because he will be all you need this time.

He would never make the mistake of hurting you again. Choso makes this pact with himself as he kisses a line from your mouth down to your neck, sucking while savoring the noises you make. Relishing in the tugs on his scalp whenever he nips and bites marks into your soft skin.

You can feel Choso's tears hit your shoulder and he tucks his face in  the crook of your neck in an attempt to hide it. Settling to cry in a tight hug around your waist as your hands come to pat his head and back from around his arms. Your own cries silently spilling out as you pull him as tight as possible around his neck.

You can hear Choso mumble something into your skin, and you pull back to take his face in your hands, heart breaking at the sight of him, whispering his name in question.

"I- I don't want to be apart anymore. Please come back... please baby," he's begging, but you don't need to hear it. You already hoped he would take you back when you arrived. "You have *hic* no idea how much I need you in my life..."

"Baby you don't need to-" but he's already getting on his knees.

"I'll be whatever you need me to be, do whatever you *hic* need me to do. I'll make all of my mistakes b-better, just... please..."

Choso's looking up at you with his deep earth eyes, like he needs you with his whole being. You stroke his hair and try to not take the sight in the wrong context, failing but not acting on your desire, settling for a slow and happy afternoon.

However, it seems your boyfriend? is taking a similar train of thought as he pulls the hair tie out of his hair and tentatively puts his hands behind your legs. He drags them up slowly, testing the waters until he is sure you're ok with their continued path, gripping your ass and pulling you in toward him.

Choso's eyes are at level with your pussy, and he can't contain a groan as he brings his hands to the front of you to undo your jeans, silently begging for permission with his gaze as you nod at him, letting him drag the fabric down and off of your body.

It's a breath of relief when he sees your pretty panties covering your his pussy, and he puts his head in-between your thighs to breathe in the scent of you. The sweet smell of the pussy he's become addicted to, and learned he can't live without.

You lean against the closed door behind you and tilt your head back as Choso licks a stripe over the wet patch on your panties. Gripping his hair as he makes out with your clothes pussy, you both whining like it's been years when in reality, the short break truly did feel like it.

Just as you start to reach the edge you've been craving, a starved Choso finds the will to break away and weakly look up at you, just to pull down your underwear by the pretty bow with his teeth. As you step out of them he rises back to his feet and carries you with ease back to the bedroom, where he knows you belong.

The half curse lays you down gently on his bed, crawling in-between your legs and shortly after, teasingly lifts his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor below. Admiring the look of your lover's body and need for you as he leans down to the bare space between your thighs, you can't believe you somehow walked away from the one man that would do anything for you.

"Never leave... please? I need you..." he rasps, licking a thick stripe across your clit, "...this is where we belong, ok?" Choso gently grabs your thighs and kneads as a way to keep them open as he eats like a man starved.

"F-fuck Cho, I promise..." you mewl, pushing his head into your pussy harder, the sounds of Choso enjoying himself filling the air. Choso is messy, not caring if he's sloppy or needy, just wanting as much of you as possible. "Cho- oh, oh my god-!"

Choso's grinding into the bed like a dog in heat, desperately humping in an attempt to find some sort of release. It's been a day, but a day was too much. He can never lose you again. His tongue is swiping frantically across your folds and in and out of your opening that's begging for something more. One of your hands has pushed your shirt above your breasts, playing with your tits through your bra as you throw your head back in pleasure.

"Ah- Cho I'm-" you cry out, making eye contact with the pathetic man between your legs, coming to a climax as he laps up all you give him like it's his last meal. Moaning into your pussy and gripping your thighs so hard you wouldn't be surprised to see bruises tomorrow.

Even as you're coming down from your high, Choso is fixing his mess by licking you clean, then leaving an open mouthed kiss on your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but it's not as distracting as the bulge pressing into your leg as he languidly grinds onto you.

Reaching down to find the desperate mans waistband, you fumble his sweatpants down with his help, immediately resuming your heated kiss as his cock springs free, feeling heavy against your body. You pull away, more like pushing him away for a moment, to take off your shirt and throw it across the room. Choso follows by unclipping your bra from behind your back, perfected from all of the practice he's gained with you, fingertips brushing down your body.

"Mm, baby... missed this" Choso hums, mesmerized, as your bra falls below your chest, exposing your perked nipples and fading love bites. You can't help but chuckle, becoming a bit too self aware that just 24 hours earlier you were still together. But at this moment, nothing but each other matters.

It's corny, but the way Choso looks at you makes you weak. Knowing he would do anything to keep you or to simply make you happy. Knowing that he needs you. Knowing that you need him. Now fully aching, Choso buries his head into your neck, kissing and licking sensual bites, fully ready to make new love marks he'll admire later.

You're not going to lie and say you're not getting a bit impatient. Putting your hand on his chest and softly pushing him down gives him the hint. You flip your hair to one side and lean in for a kiss before straddling his hips and aligning where you need each other most.

Choso's eyes roll back as you start to sink down on his cock, a loud groan escaping his throat. Regard for the neighbors is out the window as you start to bounce, wet noises filling up the space. You clench at Choso's expression seemingly fucked out while you were just starting.

"Fuuuck baby, oh- fuck" Choso squeezes your ass with his large calloused hands, helping you lift and drop faster, chasing a mutual high. "You're so fucking tight, oh my god..." and as you gaze down at him your heart aches, his eyes squeezing shut to let another tear fall.

"Baby, never leave- never leave- fuck..." he's babbling now, thrusting up into you like he can't get enough, "I l-love you, baby. God-! So much..." Choso's gasping between each grind into his hips, choking over his words, wishing he could record your moans to play at will. He can feel you clenching harder and he's groaning through his teeth, eyes rolled back as you whine.

"Cho-! Ch, I'm gonna cum- I'm gonna-"

"Mmh- fu-uck baby cum with me, please-!" He fucks up into you as you slam down on him, crying out as you reach your climax together. Your pulsing pussy squeezing tears from his eyes and cock while you ride out your high.  He's whimpering from the slight overstimulation when Choso tugs you down into him. Wrapping his arms around you he whispers "I love you's" into your hair, and you both know this is home.

[slxttybrbie]

BED TIME Cw: smut mdni, college student!reader, dilf!nanami, reader's a babysitter

The apartment is spotless, warm-toned and quiet, except for the low hum of a lullaby playing from the nightlight in the bedroom. You ease the door closed after tucking in Nanami's daughter, who—despite some initial shyness—took to you quickly. A few bedtime stories, a glass of warm milk, and a silly little song you made up on the spot, and she was out.

You sink into the couch and exhale. Babysitting wasn’t your first choice, but between school, rent, and the laughable pay at your campus job, you were desperate. When you saw the ad—“Evening babysitter needed. One child. Quiet home. Good pay”—you jumped.

And the man who interviewed you? Intimidating. Broad-shouldered. Polished in a suit and tie with that deep, thoughtful voice. He barely looked at you during the interview, only nodded at your qualifications and said, "You're hired."

Professional. Cold.

Which is why it throws you completely off when the front door opens, and Nanami steps in looking... not that.

He’s in his usual suit, yes, but the tie is loose. The first two buttons undone. His blond hair slightly mussed. And when he takes off his glasses to clean them with the hem of his shirt—revealing sharp eyes and tired shadows beneath—you feel something unfamiliar ripple through you.

Want.

"You're still here," he says, his voice deep and low, a little softer than usual. "Thank you."

You blink and stand quickly, grabbing your bag. "Of course. She was great. Went right to sleep. I was just about to head out."

"You hungry?"

You stop. "What?"

He walks toward the kitchen, rolling his sleeves up. His forearms—strong, veiny, dusted with light hair—catch your attention more than they should.

"I figured I’d make something quick. Nothing fancy, just pasta. You’re welcome to stay."

You hesitate.

But your stomach growls, and his gaze flicks down to your abdomen for a fraction of a second before he turns and opens a cabinet.

"...Sure. I guess I could eat."

Dinner smells like garlic and fresh basil. The kitchen is dimly lit, cozy. You sit on a stool at the counter while he moves with practiced ease. He's quiet, but not cold. More... observant. The kind of silence that watches.

“You’re in college?” he asks as he sets a plate in front of you.

You nod. "Second year. Double major."

He hums. "Ambitious."

You smile a little, feeling warm. "Trying to be."

Halfway through the meal, the conversation softens. You talk about your classes, about his work (he’s vague), about the city. But every time your eyes meet, the air feels heavier.

You excuse yourself to the sink, rinsing your plate. His comes next to yours a second later. He’s behind you—close. You can feel the heat radiating from his chest.

Then, quietly: "You shouldn’t wear shorts that small around me."

Your breath catches.

You look down at your legs. They’re modest enough. Mostly. But now you feel the burn of his gaze against the backs of your thighs.

"I—"

"Don’t worry," he cuts in. "I’ll pretend I haven’t been looking."

He steps closer, his hand bracing against the counter beside your waist. You turn your head and he's right there, his mouth inches from your ear.

"Unless... you don’t want me to pretend."

You swallow hard. "I don’t."

He exhales like he’s been holding back for hours. The next second, your back hits the counter, and his lips are on yours—hungry, restrained but crumbling. His tongue slides against yours, and the low groan he lets out makes your knees weak.

He lifts you onto the counter with ease, spreading your thighs. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your ass, one slipping under your shirt and tracing up your spine.

"You don’t know what you do to me," he mutters, kissing down your neck. "Coming here smelling all sweet, looking like temptation in a tank top and too-short shorts."

Your fingers clutch his dress shirt. You’re dizzy from the kiss, from the tension finally snapping.

"I didn’t mean to," you whisper.

He chuckles darkly. "Doesn’t matter. I’m done pretending."

His hand slips beneath your waistband, fingers brushing over your panties. You’re soaked—shamefully so.

"So wet already," he murmurs, pushing the fabric aside. "You were waiting for this."

Your head falls back as he circles your clit, slow and deliberate.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he breathes against your ear.

"Don’t stop," you plead.

His mouth crushes yours again. Fingers pumping into you—slow, then faster. Curling just right. You moan into his mouth and he swallows every sound.

"Such a good girl," he pants. "Letting me do this. Letting me touch what no one else has."

Your orgasm hits hard—embarrassingly fast—but he doesn’t stop. He draws it out, fingers still working you as he kisses the tears from the corners of your eyes.

"You can take more," he says. "You’re gonna take all of me."

And you want it. You want all of him.

Even if it’s wrong. Even if you’re never just the babysitter again.

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[angelsrcute]

IF I'M SO SPECIAL, THEN WHY AM I A SECRET? 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Teacher!Toji + Bimbo!Student!F!Reader ➜ cws: Degradation, unprotected sex, reader has huge tits, vibrator use, Dacryphilia, blowjob, breath play, breeding kink, baby trapping(?), age gap, slight spanking. ᡴꪫ‎

‎ ꒰ † ੭‎ For the event!

Teacher!Toji whose favourite student is you, a pretty little thing. Your grades are average though.

A vibrator in your cunt as you try to stifle moans, the hand in his pocket plays with the switch. Toji who later has you against a wall in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you. Drool falling from your lips as you get more wet on the thought of being found like this.

Teacher!Toji who says he'll ‘help’ you with your grades but just proceeds to just fuck you stupid on his desk.

His thick cock hitting your womb, his grip bruising as your eyes welled up with pathetic tears, skirt hiked up to your waist. Your ass red cause of the harsh spankings. He plays with your huge tits, “Shit, you're such a stupid slut, made to take my cock.”

Teacher!Toji who makes you suck him off after classes. Calling you a pretty slut, tits peeking out from your bra. He swears he can cum just from the sight.

Eyes glossy as you try not to gag on his cock, a harsh grip on your scalp as he makes you take him fully. Pretty lips wrapped around his cock. God he could just fuck a baby into you.

Teacher!Toji who has his hands around your neck as he pounds in you, his length stretching you out, he says it's his way to congratulate you for getting good marks. Definitely didn't grade you better just so he could fuck you.

Teacher!Toji who edges you if you get in detention or do bad in exams, spanking you with his belt, he can tell you enjoy it by the way your cunt drips. Such a sweet thing.

Teacher!Toji who's fucking excited once he has you knocked up, his cute little bimbo with a child, now you can't ever leave him. Tits full of milk and your cute belly all round just makes him wanna keep you to himself forever!

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GOJO SATORU

♡. frat boy gojo getting jealous 18+

♡. credit completion 18+ | fratboy!gojo

♡. change rooms 18+

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GETO SUGURU

♡. husband geto waking you up 18+

♡. sweet 18+

♡. not until you beg 18+

TOJI FUSHIGURO

♡. best friend's dad 18+

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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

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YUTA OKKOTSU

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CHOSO KAMO

♡. choso with a tongue piercing 18+

♡. Ride 18+

♡. rings 18+ | plug!choso

♡. big dick 18+

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RYOMEN SUKUNA

♡. safe word 18+

♡. pillow princess 18+

♡. brat tamer 18+

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NANAMI KENTO

♡. Controversially younger 18+

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MISC.

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SMAU

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SERIES

♡. PLAYBOY 18+ | Choso x reader mini series

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MULTIPLE

♡. porn links 18+

♡. camera girl 18+

♡. pretty & ruined 18+

♡. Video call | part 2

♡. Sit on it 18+

♡. Aphrodisiac 18+

♡. Too late - angst

♡. loud 18+

♡. brat taming 18+

♡. reverse cowgirl 18+

♡. stamina 18+

♡. breeding kink 18+

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[the-midnight-blooms]

ATEEZ X JUJITSU KAISEN

Inspired by Gege Akutami's manga, Jujitsu Kaisen.

"走り出したらアンコントロール / You are my special." ~ King Gnu

warnings: blood, violence, physical abuse, torture, alcohol and substance abuse, strong language.

A/N: after watching jjk for the first time, i knew i had to make my own series inspired by the world; i thought it would be more fun to put them into the world rather than put the world into them, if that makes sense? thank you to my love, @potatos-on-clouds for helping me with some of the ideas in this series <3

please note: you don't have to read the fics in publishing order, but you may choose to, for context, as some of the story arcs overlap. AND mc's are referred by their surname, not forename

chronology - out now!

➤ KIM HONGJOONG

vol.1. liminal echo - stream episode now! [special grade curse spirit!kim hongjoong x grade 1 sorcerer!reader]

⤹ "Perhaps the worst of them, was the formidable Kim Hongjoong. He may as well been called 'Death' himself, and to live in ignorance of his presence was considered a great blessing, by jujitsu society."

➤ PARK SEONGHWA

vol.2. the count of kyoto - stream episode now! [grade 1 sorcerer!park seonghwa x grade 1 sorcerer!reader]

⤹ “It was all or nothing, perfection or destruction. Regardless, the count of kyoto was a madman for perceiving inevitable death as his saviour in the pursuit of divine love.”

➤ JEONG YUNHO

vol.3. the tempest [retired special grade sorcerer!jeong yunho x grade 1 sorcerer!reader]

⤹ "Death is the final destination for all of us, but none of us die the same death"

➤ KANG YEOSANG

vol.4. the night we met - stream episode now! [grade 2 sorcerer!kang yeosang x ex lover!reader]

⤹ "I don't know what I'm supposed to do/ Haunted by the ghost of you./ Take me back to…”

➤ CHOI SAN

vol.5. my husband, the sorcerer [grade 1 sorcerer!choi san x clan member/wife!reader]

⤹ "And he, whose name, meant 'Mountain' had been raised from the seeds of aristocracy and forged from the roots of a pious tree, had moved his predecessor with the cursed energy he was forbidden against."

➤ SONG MINGI

vol.6. russian roulette [special grade sorcerer!mingi x retired special grade sorcerer!reader]

⤹ “Let’s get this over with, you bastard. my wife isn’t going to be happy if I’m not home in time for dinner.”

➤ JUNG WOOYOUNG

vol.7. the wicked witch [grade 2 sorcerer!jung wooyoung x grade 2 curse spirit!reader]

⤹ "Can we keep her?" "Wooyoung, she's a grade 2 curse spirit, not a pet."

➤ CHOI JONGHO

vol.8. and all things jazz [grade 2 sorcerer!choi jongho x jazz singer!reader]

⤹ Wooyoung, I swear to god, if this is one of your tricks i'll make you shit your pants until you bleed. He stares at the woman in front, in a sheer state of disbelief, there's no way this is the 1960s.

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Toge Inumaki’s 👅 + More

18+ MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Toge Inumaki

WARNINGS✩࿐Fem! Receiving and giving oral, virgin sex, riding, cream pie (cursed speech used during the deed)

Word count✩࿐4K

BONUS✩࿐Aftercare and love ❤️

Summary✩࿐semi-innocent Toge and his girlfriend reader give each other oral for the first time and then they have sex for the first time.

A/N ✩ — This is the longer and spicier version of my first request.

Toge snuck his fingers down your panties to gently prod your slick privates, already wet with arousal. He’s only ever fingered you a few times, and each time he’d leave you a needy mess. You’ve never came before and aren’t sure how to. But you still enjoy the feeling of him touching you and you feel happy that he wants to make you feel good. Typically while he fingers you, you’ll give him a hand job, it’s kind of been tradition since you’ve started experiencing these intimate moments together. You brought your hands down his shirtless lean torso and to the button of his pants but he stopped you this time.

You flashed Inumaki a confused look, “Tsuna mayo.” He whispered with a reassuring smile.

“Huh?” You questioned, but he just leaned forward to give you a quick peck on the lips before he went down and situated himself between your thighs. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and now his face was down between your legs.

You felt a wave of shyness wash over yourself, “Toge, this position is embarrassing.” You said meekly, trying to wiggle your legs shut but he playfully head bumped your leg away with a sly smile. He sturdily gripped both of your thighs keeping you in place. “Shake-shake.” He cooed, as he kept his gorgeous eyes locked with yours, then lowered his head to your clothed pussy.

He licked your lips from outside your panties, the sensation alone was extremely mesmerizing. You felt a buzz of cursed energy wash over your folds making you shiver with anticipation. “Inumaki… this is… ahh.” Another wave of riveting delight came across you when he repeated the action with a bit more pressure. The new sensation you were experiencing immediately made you forget about your self-conscious thoughts.

Toge was so intrigued at how your body instantly shuddered with the simple swipe of his tongue. He was curious as to what else he could do to you with just his mouth alone. He carefully pushed your underwear to the side to expose your glistening folds. The sight before him instantaneously made his mouth water. Without any restraint, he dove right in and tasted your sweet juices.

“Mmh!” You whined loudly, as Inumaki’s hot tongue flickered inside of you. It was as if he suddenly realized that this is what a true delicacy tastes like, every other flavor in the world seemed bland to him. He gripped your thighs tightly and pulled you into his face. You worried that he wouldn’t be able to get any air, but you could tell by the way he ate you like a starved animal; the air was the last thing that was on his mind right now.

You felt his nose rub against your clit deliciously as his buzzing tongue pumped in and out of you quickly. You instinctively wiggled your hips closer to him, enjoying the friction.

Your needy little cunt was now a sloppy mess for Toge. He couldn’t believe how saturated you’d gotten, which made him feel incredibly proud that it was all because of his doing.

He stuffed his tongue deep inside you, as far as he could force it. Which made you immediately made you cry out in ecstasy. Toge felt your walls clench him immensely with delight. He then swiveled it around inside of you in such a way that it came in contact with your sensitive spongy spot, causing you to writhe in pleasure.

Inumaki could get drunk off the moans and whimpers that came from your beautiful lips. His attractive eyes looked up at you while devouring your pussy in the most alluring way.

You’d become wetter than ever on Toge’s cursed mouth as he continuously flicked your sensitive G-spot with his tongue. He brought his fingers up to your clit and began to run little circles on it. Both of those actions were incredibly overwhelming for your body, you began to moan and call his name uncontrollably.

Suddenly a strange and new feeling overcame your lower stomach, a feeling you couldn’t hold back. You felt an intense bright white as you released yourself into your boyfriend's greedy mouth for the first time. He eagerly drank up your squirting liquids as you instinctively tried to clench your legs shut. He made sure to not miss a single drop of your scrumptious juice.

He decided to lick you clean, he started by licking the outside of your soft slick folds. His tongue moved slowly and gently in every crevice, savoring your taste entirely. He spent a little extra time on your overstimulated clit, giving it a little suck while he was at it. Making another cute gasp escape your lips. Then he wiggled his tongue inside of you, scooping out as much of your sweet nectar as possible. His bedroom was filled with your adorable gasps of delight, along with the sound of his slurping mouth on your drenched wetness.

Inumaki was hooked on this new way to please you, the way you’d squirm and whimper under his mouth. He’d eat your pussy for hours if you let him. His zipping tongue continuously scooped into you, trying to get every last bit of flavor. The rhythmic sensation of his plunging cursed tongue felt explosive. “T-Toge… stop I’m going to-ahh.” You moaned out as you came once more onto his heated mouth. His purple eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he gulped you up eagerly.

While he licked you clean for a second time, he was able to feel your pussy pulsate with pleasure from the aftermath of coming twice. He gingerly pulled his face away from your glistening cunt. You noticed that the entire lower section of his face shone with your wetness. Especially on the cursed speech marks on his cheeks. A faint blush crept across your face when you noticed that.

He crawled up the bed with an adorably smug look on his face, along with a very noticeable tent in his pants. Toge brought his face up to yours and gave you a heart-melting kiss, you were able to taste yourself in his mouth which intrigued you. You pulled Toge close into your body for another heated kiss. Then shifted positions so he was now laying down. His vibrant purple colored iris’ looked up at you inquisitively.

You brought your mouth down to his neck to give a few delicious kisses, he rested his hands on your hips to hold you in place. A quiet groan left his lips as your mouth worked on his neck. You were able to feel his erection rubbing against your thigh in the most appetizing way. You kissed and sucked a trail of small love bites down his chest and lean torso. Purposely leaving a few angry red marks on his pretty porcelain skin.

You couldn’t stand to leave him in such a desperate state, so you undid the button on his uniform pants and tentatively pulled them down along with his boxers. His scrumptious-looking dick sprang free, hard, and ready for action. Your mouth instinctively watered for him. The urge of needing to know what he feels like under your tongue got the best of you and you licked him from the base to the tip. That simple action caused his dick to pulse with anticipation and another small gasp left his lips. You saw a few drops of precum escape from his tip, so you lapped up the salty liquid with a few short kitten licks.

Your molten mouth felt incredibly sensual to Inumaki, the way you licked him like a popsicle; coating him up in all of your drool. He then felt your small mouth envelope his sensitive tip. “Ahh...” He groaned quietly, looking down at you with a flushed look on his captivating features. This new sensation drove him up the wall and it took all his willpower to not finish in your mouth right then and there.

After sucking on his tip gently, you decided to swivel your tongue around him, tasting his precum leaking out every so often. You felt a wave of bravery wash over you and lowered your mouth onto him even further. You felt the head of his penis hit your uvula causing you to gag slightly. He wasn’t even in your mouth entirely, and you weren’t confident he’d fit. So you brought your right hand onto the remaining part of his exposed length to pump him gently. Your hand felt slick with the heavy amount of saliva you left on him. His gorgeous purple eyes rolled into the back of his head from this invigorating feeling.

You loved how hard and warm he was in your mouth. You felt him tangle his hands in your hair with pleasure; lightly tugging on your locks, causing shivers to run down your spine. Knowing how much he was enjoying himself in your wet cavern enticed you to take him further down your throat. You removed your right hand from off his shaft and beckoned him further down your throat with your tongue.

“Mmh… Y/k.” He whimpered out as his whole body shuddered. Your throat squeezed him so comfortably. As soon as he said your name, you froze; the feeling of his cursed energy being directed to you made your body await his orders. Toge immediately flushed with embarrassment realizing he just said your name out loud. “Takana.” I’m sorry. He gritted through his teeth. Out of all the times to slip up and say someone’s name; it was yours while you gave him head for the first time. After a few brief seconds of being still on his dick, your body came back to its senses and you began to suck him off again. This time he clenched his jaw tightly, focusing his breath and making sure he won’t say anything on accident. But it was excruciatingly difficult.

You bobbed your head up and down on him to get used to the movement and each time you challenged yourself to go a little deeper than before. Then you’d hold yourself on him and calm your breath through your nose. You started to get the hang of having him lodged down your throat in no time.

You noticed how his eyebrows were knitted together with focus and how he clenched his jaw while looking down at you. There was so much want in his eyes. You pulled your mouth off of his glistening rod.

“Tell me what you want me to do Toge.” You said almost angelically, as you lazily pumped his spit-covered dick.

Toge shook his head ‘No’, he didn’t want to take advantage of you in such a lewd manner. “It’s ok. I want you to use your cursed speech on me.” You said as you locked your pretty gaze with his, while lowering your mouth to his tip, teasing him with your tongue. He shook his head negatively a second time, but that didn’t deter you from taunting him. This time you brought your mouth down to his balls, and you slowly dragged your tongue across his sensitive skin. You swirled around each one in a figure-eight pattern. Causing Toge’s breath to get more ragged. You then gently suckled on his left ball, your teasing tongue lapping at his soft skin. Then you switched to the right, you brought your hand to his shaft to pump him while your hot mouth gave love to his sacks. His dick was now leaking precum profusely.

As you did those inappropriate actions, Inumaki felt his release begin to come to the surface. He lightly pumped his hips upward, enjoying the feeling completely. You noticed that and pulled away with a cute smirk on your face. “Tell me what to do.” Toge’s dick twitched at the thought of controlling you, but his mind told him that it would be immoral to do such a thing. Forcing you onto him sounded so pleasurable, but it felt so inappropriate at the same time. You then coaxed him down your throat, his hard dick blocking your airway. You calmed your breath and focused on breathing through your nose. Your eyes darted upward to see that Toge’s jaw went slack with pleasure, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his violet-colored eyes looked down at you with approval. Your mouth watered on him uncontrollably, enjoying his smooth shaft taking up space in your throat entirely. You were able to feel his cock twitch with delight; the movement caused you to gag slightly. You moved your mouth onto him in a steady rhythm, your vision began to blur with tears. You looked so pretty to Toge; especially with your mouth full of his dick and your glossy eyes looking up at him. He snaked his fingers into your hair to gently coax your mouth further down on him. You then reluctantly pulled away from him with a sly smile, “Control me.”

Inumaki felt the heartbeat in his chest increase tremendously, and he caved for your request. “Take me down your throat.” His sexy voice makes you go weak.

His cursed speech rang through to you instantly; without having time to process your actions, your mouth was glued down to his lengthy dick. You sucked him further into your mouth so he was down your throat entirely. Your face was flush with his pelvis. “Ahh...” He groaned out in pleasure at how tight and wet you felt enveloping his shaft. Having him control you so easily, turned you on so much more. Your pussy began to dampen for him uncontrollably.

Inumaki couldn’t believe how amazing your throat felt on his raging rod. Your greedy little mouth sucked him off deliciously. He tangled his hands in your hair with a firm grip and began to pump your face gingerly on his dick. You brought your hand up to gently caress his balls as you let him throat fuck you. His sighs of pleasure were becoming more frequent and increased in volume. His smooth voice was music to your ears. Being the one responsible for him to pant you a choir of scrumptious sighs and groans made your pussy ache for him. The urge for him to claim you spread through you like a passionate fire.

Toge was lost in pleasure; the way your throat squeezed and squelched around him in the most rejuvenating way. Your mouth felt like a broken faucet by how you drooled on him. Then there was your viper-like tongue swirling and swiveling around him erratically. The amazing sensations overwhelmed him completely and he released himself down your throat with a guttural gasp.

You felt his dick pulsate with delight as he emptied himself inside of your eager mouth. You could taste his hot salty seed, it reminded you of the taste of tears. You sucked him gently as you felt his final spurts greet your awaiting tongue.

Inumaki looked down at you lovingly as you drank him like a straw. You always looked beautiful in his eyes; but right now in this moment, you left him speechless. He watched as you pulled your puffy red lips away from his glistening semi-hard dick. You sneakily removed your wet panties as a small shy smile formed on your pretty features. You crawled up his breathless body. You straddled him so you hovered above his spent rod. He leaned forward to give you a ravenously sloppy kiss. The kiss grew more heated and desperate, as you felt his warm hands clutch your waist.

“T-Toge…” you flushed with want, as you reached down between the both of you to grab ahold of his slick cock. “Can you put the tip in? I want to feel you.” Your pussy felt so empty and craved to be claimed by your boyfriend's dick for the first time.

Inumaki shuddered at your request and an adorable blush crept across his upper cheeks. He felt your nimble hand hold his penis upright while you lightly teased your dripping folds onto him. He couldn’t believe that his sweet and innocent girlfriend could get so incredibly horny like this. He felt proud that you wanted him so blatantly. Excitement rushed through his veins and to his dick, to feel you in such an intimate way.

The sensation of simply rubbing his cock’s head against your opening sent you over the edge, he felt so big and hot. He seemed to grow bigger as you teased yourself on him. You weren’t sure if he’d be able to fit into your tight virgin hole; but with how saturated you were, you knew it wouldn’t be a problem. Toge kissed you once more and then pulled away to study your pretty face, leaning back on his elbows. “Shake-shake.”

With his affirmation, you carefully settled yourself a bit lower onto him. Feeling the tip of his shaft squeeze into you. It slightly stung being stretched out like that; but you were so excited and turned on with this new experience-the pain didn’t feel as bad.

You felt so hot and tight around Toge’s tip, it was almost painful by how you clamped down on him. His violet eyes were glued to your face, studying your reaction to having him inside of you. Your gaze was shifted downward towards your sweet boyfriend, his platinum white hair was a disheveled mess. His lips were parted slightly, and his cheeks were lightly colored pink. His eyes were glued to yours, he was in a trance-like state from this new experience. All while his grip on your waist felt vise-like.

Inumaki began to sweat, but not from how hot he felt; but rather because of how he was trying to calm himself from not dropping you down onto himself. He wanted to know what it would feel like to be in you completely, but he also didn’t want to hurt you.

A wave of courage overcame you, in times like this you should just dive right in. You plopped yourself down onto him without warning. And a loud moan of pain and pleasure came from your lips. You felt so full and stretched out with him lodged inside of you. You had no idea how close you could be to him.

Toge bit his lower lip, trying to restrain himself from pounding up inside of you wildly. You felt so hot and juicy around his extended dick. He leaned forward to kiss your neck and shoulders with appreciation.

His molten fluttery mouth caused shivers to run down your spine. Your breath became ragged as you got used to having Inumaki’s cock deep inside of you. You instinctively ground your hips against his, which immediately caused a wave of desire to wash over you both.

Inumaki gave you a heated kiss on your lips as he pushed up inside of you deliciously, “Ride me.” He whispered against your lips, and as his cursed words took over. Your willpower was corrupted and you began to gyrate against his hips. The sudden movement felt both amazing and painful. You were able to feel every part of him, the way his dick arched into you perfectly and the way his veins rubbed the inside of your walls. All while this felt good, the stinging pain was still there.

The look on your sweet boyfriend's face was one you could never forget. His gorgeous features were contorted with pleasure and his purple eyes looked up at you almost pleadingly.

Toge was lost in the tight feeling of your pussy, there was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be right now. Being wedged inside of you felt so heavenly. Your rhythm began to change to a more desperate and fast-paced one; the more you moved the better it felt. You felt so snug and warm around Toge’s cock; you should just keep him here forever.

Inumaki’s intrusive thoughts got the best of him and he roughly lifted your waist a few inches above himself. Then he bullied his dick in and out of you rabidly. His speed was so much faster and more efficient than yours. You let our sweet whimpers that enticed Inumaki to go faster. His cock slid in and out of you effortlessly, because of the mix of your slippery juices along with his leaking precum.

Inumaki wanted to see if he could go deeper; so he whirled you around on his slick cock so you weren’t facing him. And then he pushed you down into the mattress face down and ass up. He ruthlessly plowed into you, making you cry out in delight as your walls clenched around him.

Toge’s purple eyes lit up at the new position he discovered. The sight before him was one to behold; he loved the way your plump ass jiggled every time he smacked his hips against yours. Your back arched so sexily and he adored your lean muscles. He rested one hand on your hip and the other had a firm grip in your hair, lifting your head back roughly. The way your kindhearted boyfriend fucked you ruthlessly caused you to become a whining and dripping mess all over his lengthy dick.

Each time he plunged into you he came in contact with your sensitive G-spot, causing you to clench around him wonderfully. He could tell that you were close and continued to pound into you relentlessly. You felt your legs give way as your body succumbed to pure ecstasy. Inumaki felt you cum all over him like a waterfall as he chased after his own release. His balls tightened, then he rammed into you, with one final hard thrust. Emptying himself completely inside of you. You were able to feel his dicks pulse as he held still inside of you. After a few brief moments, he pulled out his spent member, suddenly making you feel empty and missing the closeness the both of you just had.

You felt his hot liquid leak between your legs as you got up from your position on the mattress. When you faced Inumaki he eyed you with a romantic look on his beautiful face. He pulled you into his lean chest and kissed you sweetly. Even though he just tirelessly banged you he wasn’t sweaty, just a little warm. Then again, you noticed that he doesn’t sweat that easily. Toge is extremely agile and has great stamina when it comes to his physique. You blushed slightly when he caught you staring at his lean abs.

He gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead and guided you under his covers, holding you close. You snaked your arms around his waist to hug him back. Feeling utterly blessed that you both just lost your virginity to each other. “I guess this means that we’re meant for each other.” You said quietly, about to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

“Shake mentaiko.” He murmured back, giving you a little squeeze of appreciation. He pulled away to grab his phone off his nightstand, quickly typing up something. He brought his phone's screen over to you with a faint blush on his handsome features.

The screen was in his notes app and it said:

I’m happy to call you my girlfriend. And I know for a fact that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much!

“I love you too Toge, shake-shake.” You smiled up at him with the most gorgeous heart-stopping smile he’d ever been privileged to see come from your face. You leaned up to his face to give him another loving kiss and then burrowed your face into the crook of his neck. That was your spot; whenever the two of you cuddled or took naps, you’d gravitate to the spot where his neck met his defined shoulder. Simply being close to him made you feel safe and secure, nothing else mattered. As sweet slumber began to take you in like warm honey; you vaguely remember the feeling of cursed speech taking hold of you when Inumaki whispered “I love you.”

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[nanamis-princess]

Waking up next to them headcanons: jjk edition

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Includes: nanami kento, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, geto suguru, Shoko Ieiri & nobara kugisaki

Nanami kento ♡

His body is close to yours and at least one of your fingers is intertwined with his.

e needs a little space to fall asleep but he cuddles you until you’re fully asleep if that’s what you prefer. Sometimes he’s so tired he just ends up falling asleep like that.

he’s also the type to need at least 20 minutes of silence before talking when he wakes up. he just prefers to listen to every little thing. The sounds of outside, your soft breathing if you’re still asleep and the sound of his old alarm clock ticking quietly.

when you wake up and he notices you looking at him he gives a soft smile and leans to kiss your temple.

he lightly brushed his fingers over your skin, he listens to you talk about the weird dream you just had.

if you guys have time in the morning he makes your drink of choice and his coffee. As you both relax in bed taking slow sips before its time to start the day.

Yuji itadori ♡

he loves falling asleep listening to your heartbeat, he knows it sounds creepy so he’s less likely to tell you. But it soothes him.

He also loves holding you as you listen to his heartbeat.

has one limp off the bed most of the time, his arm dangling off or one of his legs.

gives happy hums when you talk to him and he’s still half asleep.

Thinks about what you two can make for breakfast together but doesn’t mind going somewhere to eat.

drools slightly in his sleep and kind snores but not really loud.

Aways kind of rushing in the morning because he spends too much time being lazy in bed with you. A lot of “just five more minutes of cuddles please” he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

-definitely a deep sleeper

Megumi fushiguro ♡

when he finally wakes up, he rolls over to lay on you. He buries his face into your neck as you give him a soft “good morning sleepyhead”. He lets out a hum before mumbling “morning”, he places a soft kiss on your neck.

he enjoys cuddling you and spending time with you in the morning.

he’s a kinda a deep sleeper unless you get up to go to the bathroom then he’s up and looking at you like “what’s going on?”.

I also believe he needs silence in the morning like nanami.

he gets coffee/breakfast delivered so you guys don’t have to lift a finger unless necessary. But also enjoys cooking with you too, he’s not completely against it.

Gojo Satoru ♡

he is either all up on you or all the way on the edge.

he’s a blanket hog, he told me himself.

when he wakes up and notices your next to him he becomes touchy. His hand on your waist lazily pulling you closer into him. His head laying slightly above yours and kisses the top of your head.

he’s a morning person. he likes having mornings with the widow/curtains open letting the sunshine in and cool air.

if he knows you need to be up he will wake you up by gently rubbing your back and calling you softly.

but if you get to sleep in he admires you while you sleep. During battle he does briefly think of these moments and what he truly is willing to protect.

Geto suguru ♡

he’s most likely always awake before you. last one asleep and first one awake.

he also likes watching you sleep lol, but not in the creepy way

he admires your features and looks for any signs of discomfort in your sleep from a nightmare.

slowly and gently moves a piece of hair out of your face if it’s not done up.

wakes you up with gentle kisses on your cheek, he lets out a hum of happiness when he hears you start to wake up.

as you are waking up he has his little routine of brushing his hair while listening to you talk about your dream. He puts his hair into a messy bun before kissing your cheek then he’s off to get you water along with his second cup of coffee.

Shoko Ieiri ♡

9 times out of 10 you wake up to her cuddled up against your back or her laying her head on your chest.

she’s not much of a morning person but once she’s gotten over the fact she has to wake up and start the day, she’s happy to be next to you.

If by some chance she’s up before you she places soft kisses on your shoulder or your cheek. She doesn’t want to bother you, she’d rather let you sleep.

her sheets smell like eucalyptus with a hint of mint and nicotine. She loves the sleep sprays.

love love loves lazy mornings with you when she doesn’t have to work. Drinking coffee or tea in bed and not leaving till noon probably.

Nobara Kugisaki ♡

not. a. morning. person.

hits snooze at least three times before waking up. She huffs into your arm as she rolls over to face you.

prefers falling asleep being little spoon, she loves if you have a arm draped around her or your leg

she stares at you as she begins to wake up, in general just processing being awake and the other half admiring you.

she then rolls on top of you and has a staring contest. Whoever loses goes to pick up coffee.

snuggles into you before getting up and gives you a peck on the lips.

only answers you in hums of yes or no for the first thirty minutes of being awake.

[angelofsin]

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.ᐟ. husband geto waking you up ♡ geto suguru

.ᐟ. choso with a tongue piercing ♡ choso

.ᐟ. frat boy gojo getting jealous ♡ gojo satoru

.ᐟ. pretty & ruined ♡ multiple

.ᐟ. porn links ♡ multiple

.ᐟ. camera girl ♡ multiple fandom

.ᐟ. not until you beg ♡ geto suguru

.ᐟ. brat taming ♡ multi fandom

.ᐟ. forgive me ♡ toji fushiguro

.ᐟ. loud ♡ multi fandom

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[yukho]

gojo was going to cry.

and it was all because of his child. his baby. or what they had heard you say so really, it was because of you.

your baby was at the talking stage. they’d begin talking more just a few months ago— gojo bringing it up whenever he can (which was all the time) that your baby’s first word was dada. he cried when he heard it. and he was going to cry rn because your child won’t stop.

you had called him by his name. his last name. something you never say unless you’re trying to get through to him. that usually does it because he’ll look at you and go “you hate me.” and now it’s like your baby hates him because they’ve been saying gojo for the last few minutes.

“I’m not gojo. I’m dada to you.”

“go-jo.” your hand was over your mouth trying to keep yourself from encouraging the child, who was trying to enunciate the name— clearly enjoying themselves and the reaction they were getting from their parents.

“no. no, no- I’m dada.” gojo was on his knees in front of you.

you nosed your baby’s cheek from where they were sitting on your lap. “is that daddy?” you asked softly. your child, who looked exactly like the man in front of you, stared up at you. the audacity for them to not only come out looking like their father— when you carried them for months— but to also inherit his eyes. "who's dada?" you asked again.

your child looked to satoru, finger sticking up to him. "that's right, that's dada." satoru held his arms out to lift them from your lap.

"I'm dada." your child nuzzled their head into his neck before lifting their head up to stare into his blue eyes with their very own.

"go-jo!" you cracked at your child's exclamation.

"nooooo."

gojo was going to cry.

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[themellowminx]

♡﹗˚ ༘ Paint the Town Red ˚ ༘﹗♡

Sukuna x female reader, drabble, period sex, dacryphilia, it's sukuna idk what y'all expected... not proof read

MDNI

Thinking of Ryomen Sukuna who loves fucking you on your period.

Who loves though he’d never admit it how you cuddle against him so closely, guiding his arms around so they enclose your cramping tummy

Who loves the way your tender, heavy breasts feel in his big hands, how utterly sensitive every part of you is

Who loves how volatile you are one minute, shouting curses and obscenity at him, then a sobbing, apologetic mess the next

Who loves when you're slobbering and crying as only one of his two thick cocks slam into you 

Who loves how slick and pliable your pussy gets when it’s leaking blood. You whine about how gross it is yet your moans say otherwise

Speaking of blood…

Ryomen Sukuna who just adores your bloody, messy cunt

Who loves the taste of it on his tummy mouth and his real tongue, so bittersweet and satiating. He is a cannibal afterall

“Ryo…” You hiccup, face buried in his large chest. “T-too mu-uch–” Cut off by your own squeal as he pumps another load into you, the crimson red mixing so beautifully with his white seed. 

“Aww~” Sukuna cooed. “You poor little thing.” He licked a stray tear, holding your face so delicately as you shudder from an orgasm. 

[platimoonie]

Junpei... its been 3 years... come back to me please.. junpei... come back to me PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH PLS COME BACK TO ME JUNPEI MY LOVE MY SWEETHEART MY DARLING MY BABY PLS COME HOME BABY I MISS YOU JUNPEI *sobs* I will rip out my heart PLEASE. JUNPEI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM GOING INSANE MY BABY

[angelsrcute]

Shut up, Shut up, Shut the fuck up. ౨ৎ

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Sub!Bully!Gojo + Dom!Student Council President!M!Reader ➜ cws: Masochist gojo, spanking with ruler (char receiving), degradation ᡴꪫ‎

Bully!gojo who'd bully Student council president!reader for fun, tease them n stuff. It was never physical but it was still humiliating.

Bully!Gojo who says he's the only one allowed to bully you cause he said so, totally not madly in love with you. Student council president!reader who has enough of his doings and call him in your office.

Bully!Gojo who thinks you're gonna yap about how he's such a troublemaker, but dude, what the fuck were you doing!?

Bully!Gojo who is currently on your lap while you spank his ass with a ruler. His ass looked like some tomato, his dick dripping with pre-cum, oh, was he getting off of this? tsk, this was supposed to be a punishment.

Bully!Gojo who has to count every spank, but he still forgets, he doesn't care anymore cause he's such a pretty little masochist. Well, poor guy, he has to count again, every time he forgets.

Spank, "Satoru, what number are we at?" "N-nineteen..? wait nah– Twenty–!" Yells out Satoru, Spank, pathetic tears rollin' down his pretty lil face. "Wrong, guess who won't get to cum? Start again till you get it right, slut."

Bully!Gojo who looks at you with teary puppy eyes n begs you to fuck him till he can't walk.

Bully!Gojo who's fucked so dumb that he can't even think of anything else other than you, loud moans coming out of his mouth, definitely not trying even a bit to be quiet. Whispering degrading words to his ears, body full of bruises and hickeys.

"S-shit...feels so good, can't anymore please– Hah, m' sorry, m' sorry–" Eyes rolling back as he holds on to the table, hands goin' numb. Getting his ass pounded by the so called person he called weak. Your hand squishing his cheeks as you slip your tongue in his mouth. His legs barely holding him up.

Bully!Gojo who then follows you around like some lost puppy, his little gang so confused. Though this man still has the audacity to create trouble for you just so he can get fucked by you so harshly again, such a brat.

[glader13]

Me and the Devil

A/N: this is true form/ Heian period Sukuna x Heian period reader

“Was this your plan all along?” You asked, “To make me have your son?”

He couldn’t hide his smirk and neither could you as you rested your body on top of his, staring into his fiery eyes, hands getting lost in his pink hair. Instead of answering, he trapped you with his arms, pressing your warm bodies even closer together. You kissed his neck, moving to his jawline, before finally landing on his lips. The kiss was lazy and sweet as his tongue softly caused your mouth to open, much different from bruising kisses just moments earlier.

“Kissing isn’t an answer,” you said, finally pulling away from him, “But I’m assuming it’s yes.”

“One of them,” he murmurs, caressing your back, as you lay down on top of him, “But you had most of the plans already thought out.”

You smiled softly, your fingers lazily tracing the markings on his skin. You didn’t fail to notice how he relaxed under the touch of your fingers, as if he was holding his breath before then. You stopped tracing his markings, and held his hand, staring into the garden, wondering if this is something, or if you are a glorified servant. He treats you like something special, he acts like you are, but are you truly worth his time? Or did he use you to help expand his reign of terror? The gifts, the jewels, the intimate moments together when he calls you his or mine, have some truth to it, right?

You have never dared to say those three words, but you thought about it, each time when he fucked you delirious, the words were always on your tongue, ready to spill over. But the binding curse, he wouldn’t do that to anyone, you hoped that he did it with the intention to keep you close, forever by his side. You hoped that it was a silent act of love, of his devotion. Your back seemed to tickle from the remembrance of the light strokes of the curse being imprinted, questioning him about how it works. You remember his kisses on your shoulders and back as you sat in between his legs, a pair of arms holding you against him as the other pair drew the curse. He explained something about if he gets sealed and awakened again, you will too, no matter how far in the future, he’ll have you. You remember feeling his dark eyes on you, waiting to see how you would react as you sat in the candlelight, feeling so close to him. As if the two of you shared one breath, feeling as if your hearts were beating as one.

“To be by your side would be an honor,” you told him then, lacing your hands together, despite wanting to say something else. Now, you felt the same three words again burning into your mind and tongue, you needed to say them so you could hear them fall from his lips. You were only aware of him and how his heart was beating steadily against your body, reverberating throughout your being. You were aware of how you yearned for him, aching for a confirmation of his love.

“Do you fear anything?” You asked, those words still on the tip of your tongue, though you were still unable to tell him.

“No,” you felt his voice rumble from his chest to your body, “Why should I have to fear anything?”

You pressed further, “To lose anything, do you fear that? That something you hold onto so closely will be taken away. You don’t fear that at all?”

You didn’t notice, but his eyes did finally lower to your face, then to your hand, which was hidden by his larger one. You felt his arms shift around you as if he was trying to hold you closer, as you relaxed in his arms, waiting for his answer, “Do you?” He asked.

“With all that’s been happening,” you sighed, “Sometimes I believe that being strong isn’t enough.”

“Well,” he says, gently holding the bottom of your face, forcing you to look into his dark eyes, “It’s irrational, so stop. You don’t need to let fear control you, not when someone as strong as me controls the earth that you walk on.”

“Understood, King of Curses,” you smiled, at which he rolled his eyes.

You slowly drifted into sleep, lulled by a mixture of his heart and the constant strokes of his fingers, he thought of how he got here, with you on him. Abused by everyone because of what you could do and see, you stumbled upon his palace. He could feel the untamed power radiating from you, and it intrigued him, along with your attitude towards him. But with some time, you convinced him to help you with your anger, and he watched you kill those who wronged you. In the blood, and the chaos of your smile, your eyes bled with something that he craved, and he was taken aback. Noticing more than just your power, it was beauty in the chaos.

He thought of these moments and watched you fall asleep all with a tightened jaw. He could never tell you about the moments when irrational fear would come over him when it comes to you and your safety, to your mortality. The attacks from those who are against him, who want to kill him, have been getting stronger, and more coordinated. Involving you when they can’t get to him. These sorcerers have focused their attention on stopping his reign and any attempts of it in the future, they don’t know if the two of you could have a child, hell, the two of you don’t even know. But with your curse technique mixed with Sukuna’s, they don’t want to take that chance. Outside of spreading his bloodline, you’re no saint, the blood of your village and countless others on your hands. They have a reason to kill you.

Your techniques, what makes you so valuable and formidable, is what makes you a target, causing him to feel irrational. It causes rage to course through him when he sees you with your injuries as you would sweetly tell him to not worry. It’s why he has kept you here as he would leave for his tasks, with Uraume to watch you. He does fear losing you, and in moments like this when you’re lying so peacefully on him, is when he feels it the most. Is this what humans call love, this feeling of wanting to protect you? Is this fear love? He lightly caressed your face, knowing that he would raze the world if your heart were to ever stop prematurely, nothing would be safe from him.

He quietly chuckles to himself, assuming that this is love.

A/N: This could be a part of a larger story, so please let me know what you think ☺️✌🏾

Part 2

[the-midnight-blooms]

LIMINAL ECHO | kjh

pairing: special grade curse spirit!kim hongjoong x grade 1 sorcerer!reader AU: jujitsu kaisen au word count: 6.4k warnings: blood, strong violence, strong language, sexual innuendos

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NAME: KIM ‘RED NAGA’ HONGJOONG

OCCUPATION: CURSE SPIRIT

GRADE: SPECIAL GRADE

“I’ve seen this file over a hundred times, Yaga. To the point I think I’ve managed to memorise each word on this page.” Her brow raises at her superior, who stares at her through his black tinted glasses. She’s never been able to exactly hold his unwavering stare, but his judgmental gaze is perceptible through the subtle clenching of his jaw and stiffness of his shoulders. “I’ll ask you, as I always have: what do you want me to do with this information?”

“There’s been a number of attacks spread from the South West, now plaguing Central. People are disappearing or falling into an unnatural coma-like state."

To begin with, there are malevolent entities born from negative human emotions; the more powerful the emotion, the stronger the curse becomes. Thus, they are categorised into Grades, with 4 being the 'weakest' and 'Special Grade' being the worst. Perhaps the worst of them was the formidable Kim Hongjoong. He may as well been called 'Death', himself, and to live in ignorance of his presence was considered a great blessing by jujitsu society. His potent ability revolves around sending others into a liminal space—an undefined, eerie realm that exists between reality and the afterlife. Kim was merciless, and only ensued chaos when he was bored, or going mad from lounging in his Eternal Realm.

“What about Gojo?” She ponders out loud, he’s always been the one to tackle the riskier missions. Mainly because he has no sense of rationality. (And she doesn't feel like dying today).

“Gojo is on a different mission.” She rolls her eyes, of course he is. “Besides, if you can tackle this one you may land yourself a promotion.” Is this Yaga’s form of negotiation? Absolutely. Is it working? Hell yes. There’s nothing like being on Gojo Satoru’s level that will stop him being a pretentious arsehole; though she can practically hear the douchebag saying, ‘We may be on the same rank, but I still have to look down at you.’

Six foot three bastard.

“When do I begin?”

LOCATION: MIYAMA TIME: 08:06AM

A yawn escapes her lips as she rolls out of her bed, her limbs are wrought with heaviness as she trudges towards the restroom, pulling the light cord, a dim brightness empties into the small bathroom, her arms reaching for the toothbrush. Stringing a piece of red ribbon through her hair, Hanami's arms outstretched for the sword that rested neatly against the doorway, her eyes vaguely glancing into the mirror sat upon the drawer. She looks tired, of course one would be when the locals pound on her bedroom door at seven in the morning as a vicious flare of attacks begin just outside the town. The infamous 'Red Naga' may be an early bird, but she for one: is not. In a haste she swallows the steaming bowl of broth that her host has left for her, and dashes through the door all the way down to the fields. Narrow roads wind through sleepy villages where time seems to pause—the rooftops of wooden houses are tiled in weathered clay, embraced by steadfast memories of a time before.

The wind blows through the leaves, swaying with such gentleness like a mother's hum as a child erupts into a miserable cry. Tall grass brushes against her knees, boots squelch into the moist mud - the sunlight fades as she ventures into the forest towards the red torii gates, they stand tall and poised; their vermillion hue glowing boldly in the distance. It stands proudly, an entrance to the abandoned temple - it exudes an air of dominance and power and for some reason she can only think of the 'Red Naga'. Plus, it is on a hill and it seems very tactful to have higher ground; at least, it is what she would do. As she moves closer, the wood of torii is chipped, moss ensnaring around its pillars like ivy.

The air around her shifts, she can no longer hear the gentle teetering of insects and the whistling of the cicadas in the spring heat; the branches don't crunch under her feet. Instead the air feels hushed and reverent as if nature has become subject to some higher power. Hanami's sharp eyes scan her surroundings until a flicker of an enigmatic shadow blends into her line of sight. A breath hitches in her throat, the first thing her eyes latch onto: his smile.

Out of instinct her right leg swings back, sword unsheathed pointing directly at him. He snickers, standing on at least two steps above her - his malevolent grin unwavering. In all honesty, Hanami didn't know what to expect, whether it be a ten foot demon or one half the size of her. What she wasn't expecting was for him to look so abnormally human. His skin carried the pale, ghostly sheen of something ancient, his feline eyes were sharp, high cheekbones and jawline carved from obsidian stone. His hair was bleached blonde and slicked back with a few strands out of place, and he was dressed to the nines, layers of dark fabric shifting around him in irregular forms. There was so much to see about him, yet the only thing Hanami found herself focusing on was his smile; there was something hidden beneath that seemed beyond mortal comprehension. It was too soft to be devious but his presence alone was enough to send one running away from the battlefield. Regardless, Hanami wasn't one to run away even if it meant her life was on the line. Kim takes a calculated step down, then another before he stands in front. He's of average height but the air surrounding him makes him seem a lot taller than he actually is. His eyes are unreadable as he cocks his head to the side, deeming her fresh meat.

"I've never seen you before, what's your name?" His voice isn't deep, nor sharp but hauntingly merciful. As if they are to become friends and won't be rushing to kill each other in the next few moments. "I'm Hongjoong, by the way." Hanami's heart palpitates at his nonchalance, she quickly concludes that this must be a part of his witty game.

Her lips part, but her stance remains unwavering. "Hanami." His lips move to masticate her name on the tip of his tongue, his eyes flutter shut relishing it as if it tastes as succulent as honey.

“I usually don’t like jujitsu sorcerers, but…” He whistles lowly as the clutch on her sword tightens, heart viciously palpitating as his dark eyes roam over the surface of her body. Despite her clothing being loose, he sook the accentuation around her cleavage and waist, biting his lips in such a teasing manner that made him no better than no other male pupil at her academy. “You’re beautiful.”

Beautiful.

She flinches at the tenderness of it, granted his eyes had her subjected to thinking he was going to say something vulgar.

“Our kids would look great, but making them would be even better.” Her face scrunches up into a scowl, she’s not sure if the iron grip around her sword can be secured any tighter.

“Listen here, Kim.” Hanami hisses, with her sword threatening close to his neck.

“Listening. I love a dominant woman.” Rolling her eyes, she tilts his head with the edge of her sword. "Careful, swords are too dangerous to be playing around with."

"I'm going to kill you, Kim Hongjoong, or rather banish you back to your Eternal Realm." He nods, as if impressed and to mock her. "Does that sound like a plan?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He brings up his hand to salute, yet before he can blink Hanami pushes herself forward lodging the honed edge of her knife through his neck, the blade cutting through his arteries. Blood flows like scarlet rivers down his body, his slender fingers pull around the gash indented in his neck. Stumbling backwards, he slips on the stairs, his body falling back against the stone.

I’ve got five minutes.

“We know his weak point is somewhere around his neck, and once you’ve got through to him, you’ve got five minutes before he awakens and launches another attack.” Yaga warns.

Her boots slap across the cobbled path as she dashes up the staircase towards the monastery, her breaths quicken with purpose and anxiety; resisting the temptation to avert her gaze behind her shoulder she dashes straight into the monastery.

“It’s a shame, Hanami, I thought we were becoming good friends.” His voice echoes in the vast hallway, the darkness of the room obscuring his body. Pressing her lips tightly shut, the cursed energy flows from her blood, slipping down to the sword in hand; glowing a determined blue. She knows Hongjoong won’t be able to see her, yet the way his footsteps resound in the name makes her feel he’s so close to her.

The Red Naga shuts his eyes, as a current of energy flows through his veins. He feels the weight of matter within the room, each physical particle held within the palm of his hand. From all that which composes the bricked walls and golden columns to the tiled floors he stands upon. The existence of each molecule is laid bare before him and he finds himself organising the chaos of the room. Then there she is, hidden on the ledge above him feeling her cursed energy and the pulsation of his heart.

The room implodes on itself, the tiles shattering through the air. A shockwave rippled out from the centre of the temple, but instead of chaos, there was stillness. Wooden beams, ancient tiles, paper lanterns, even the golden statue of the Bodhisattva—each fragment remained suspended in the air as if time itself had ceased to live. The atmosphere resonated with cursed energy, thick and humming like a swarm of cicadas. At the heart of it stood the Red Naga; eyes glowing with cold amusement, reflecting each drifting shard with one hand raised as the particles danced, rearranging into grotesque constellations. The sorceress adjusts her position on the ledge, summoning her cursed energy, dripping ruthlessly onto the blade, before it glows a callous cerulean.

Leaping off the ledge, she launches towards the cursed spirit the blade above her head striking down at his head with absolute force, that the energy capering around her sabre dyes a sinister black. Sinking into his vulnerable flesh, she once again tears through his carotid arteries.

Black Flash. A distortion in space that occurs when cursed energy is applied within 0.000001 seconds of a physical hit, ultimately resulting in 2.5 times the destruction. Nanami Kento is the record holder of the most Black Flashes orchestrated in a single battle. Hanami has only ever done two, her second hit is yet to come as she lands on two feet, hastily stepping forward to launch another attack. Even so, something feels off. She hasn't felt a fraction of Hongjoong's enviable force in the minutes that she's been here. So she does what no man would ever dare to do in the face of Kim Hongjoong. She waits.

The molecules shift, rearranging into novel frames, the blood dripping down his skin sinks back into his wound, the gash sealing by a compelling force of nature. He resumes his original position, standing in the centre of the monastery, his eerie smile crawling back onto his defined features. "Domain Expansion: Serpent Void!” Her eyes widen in realisation, her arms covering her face as she braces for impact.

The spirit's hand pushes through the irregular alignment of molecules, tearing through the fabric of the room like wallpaper; uncovering a vast emptiness echoing a distorted collection of empty places. Hanami's body plunges into the cavity, her vision surrounded by space and its masses of galaxies and nebulas. An array of colours swarm her vision, the air filtering out of her lungs; her windpipe tightens - wheezes hollowed by the vacuum. The Serpent Void. Purgatory. A place between life and death, where sorcerer's go to live out the rest of eternity under Kim Hongjoong's jurisdiction. He stands at the pinnacle of the void, levitating in the air, watching as she struggles to breathe. Before she knows it, her body is sucked towards him circling through empty hotel lobbies, school hallways at night, endless parking garages, and decaying office corridors. The air is heavy with a stillness that defies logic, drenched in pale fluorescent light and in the smell of mildew and dust. His face is evocatively close to hers, a single finger cuts through her frontal bone, her eyes drooping to a stifling close.

The essence of time cannot be felt in the Serpent Void, but perpetual anguish can - it's an inexplicable feeling that cannot be described in medical textbooks yet very much exists. All Hanami can think about is three things. One, she should have fought back. Two, she needs to escape. Three, what on earth is she doing in a ballgown? Her figure remains soared in the air, limbs tight as she struggles for movement. There is no gravity in liminal space, but her body is stuck moving painfully slow towards nowhere. The atmosphere feels cool, it’s neither hot nor cold. Nor night and day. Both the sun and the moon exist in the sky above. After a single blink, the nebula fades into a room.

The castle looms like a forgotten nightmare, its once grand stone walls now crumbling under the weight of centuries. Ivy creeps over the broken battlements, twisting around the shattered windows, where jagged glass glints like sharp teeth. The walls remain as opulent as the time before, the noble chandeliers drape from the high ceilings illuminating the room that is now shrouded in incessant darkness. She finds their arms formed of the twisted bones of long-dead souls.

Her sense of dread grows stronger as she observes her surroundings, she’s hovering upon a four poster bed, strings of cobwebs loop around the frame. The room is littered with unsettling reminders: a chair upholstered in the tattered remnants of skin, a tapestry woven from the hair of the dead; reminiscing a story of death and suffering. All of a sudden, a volume of air enters her lungs, and her body goes plummeting into the plush sheets.

“Ah, you’re awake. I knew you wouldn’t give up that easily.” Hanami can practically hear his taunting smirk, her head snapping towards him as he leans against the doorway; arms folded across his chest like the cocky bastard he is. His eyes cast down her body, she can feel his lingering gaze on her cleavage.

"My eyes are up here." She snaps, her sharp eyes scan the room, searching for a moment of escape. He moves as fast as the speed of light, Hanami fails to notice his figure on the bed, slender fingers moving her chin to face him.

"And mine are here." Their faces are as dangerously close as when he had sent her to sleep, Hongjoong's hot breath fans over her lips. “Hungry?” Her stomach gurgles, cheeks heating up as Hanami’s eyes bore into anything but his. A wide grin pulls on his pink lips, a sound or two emits from his lips echoing the chorus of angels before he laughs. It itches a part of her brain, he laughs and her heart can feel its magnetising pull luring her to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Follow me.” They surpass through the grand halls of the castle, she feels the shimmer in the walls scouring her eyes for the heart of the domain that could feed her escape; the essence of Hongjoong's cursed energy is at its greatest here. 

The cursed spirit stood in what once might have been a lofty kitchen. The old stone counters were cracked, the cabinets hanging crooked from their hinges, but the rusted pots and pans that adorned the walls were now freshly cleaned, gleaming under the flickering candles. Kim Hongjoong himself appeared almost out of place, his usual fierce and unyielding demeanour softened in the glow of the hearth. He moved with quiet precision, there was something oddly tender about the way he worked. He reached for a knife, slicing vegetables with practiced ease, the sharp steel gliding through them like butter. The sound of the blade against the cutting board was almost melodic, an unsettling contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of his domain. On the other side of the room stood Hanami, her body coiled with unease. “Wait, are you actually cooking?” she asked, her voice low, unsure of whether she was being mocked.

Hongjoong didn’t turn to face her. “I am,” he said softly, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. "It’s not often I have company in my domain. I thought it would be… polite."

Hanami raised an eyebrow in inquisition, choosing to stay rooted by the small dining table. “You’re seriously cooking? Do spirits even eat?” Hongjoong paused, turning to meet her gaze for the first time. His eyes, glowing faintly with cursed energy, were warm, almost inviting despite its hollow intensity. The smile that tugged at his lips was no longer the wicked grin or the suggestive smirk he'd often give her.

"You seem surprised," he remarked, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for a curse like him to be stirring a pot. "And yes, spirits do eat? In case you haven't noticed, I'm more human than creature anyway." His fingers curled around the ladle to stir the contents of the pot. “Are you going to stand there and gawk?” he asked, his voice a mix of mockery and something that might have been genuine amusement. There was something oddly comforting about the way he moved, as though cooking was second nature to him. The violence that usually radiated from him had dimmed, replaced by a peculiar serenity. He reached for the bowl on the shelf above his head, pouring the stew into the bowl with ease before placing it down on the table adjacent to her. Hanami stared at the plate for a long moment, the warmth of the stew tempting her. She hadn’t expected this at all—not in a million years. She had expected a battle, a fight for her life, but now? She was about to eat with the most dangerous cursed spirit of her time.

With a final glance at the cursed spirit, she reached out and took the spoon. “This doesn’t feel like a trap,” she muttered.

“Oh, it’s a trap,” Hongjoong said with a grin, “Just not the kind you’re used to.” With hesitation, she slipped into the seat, giving into the hunger gnawing at her stomach.

Hanami sucks at card games. Gojo has always been quick to remind her of that, provoking her every evening in the dorms as her losses pile up one after the other. But Hongjoong introduces her to the game of Snap, which ultimately peaks her adrenaline. The rules are easy enough to comprehend, when the card on top and the previous card match in number grab the pile as fast as you can. Oh! And you must shout ‘SNAP’ too. Against Gojo, or Shoko she reckons she would win this game with her eyes closed. But against Kim Hongjoong? He only reinforced how much she sucks. Leaning forward in her chair, she throws down 10 red hearts, onto the 10 black spades. “SNAP!” She shouts, as a loud bang resounds the air. After a quick moment of realisation, her hand is right on top of Hongjoong’s who sends a vicious smirk. Oh how she’d like to wipe that smirk off his face. Removing her hand, she slumps back in her chair like a grumpy toddler, Hongjoong shakes his head deeming he’ll find another game to play.

“You’re so hopeless, it’s the easiest card game there is as well. What are you good at?” He hums, questioningly, lifting his eyes to find her half toppled over the chair reaching for a card drifted on the floor. Her hair, long untied from the tight knot at the back of her head, falls like curtains over her face as she outstretches her hand for the card on the floor. Grunting, her bound hands finally grab onto the card; an annoyed huff escapes her lips throwing the red hearts onto the pile. "I'm absolutely tragic at cards." He snickers, getting out of the chair to reach for something on the shelf behind her. Hanami doesn't bother throwing her gaze behind her, until he's clutched the long strands of her hair between his fingers, folding her hair through a large hair pin.

“That is tragic, I suppose. Other than fighting, what are jujitsu sorcerers good at?” Other than fighting. That’s funny. If she was any good at her job then she wouldn’t be here, eating the Red Naga’s food and playing card games as if they were old friends. His intentions remained petrifying to her, why was he doing any of this? Better yet, why was she complying? “If you’re wondering if I do this to all of my captives, only the interesting ones. S-grade sorcerers can get lonely too.” He pronounces, playing with a few loose strands of her hair.

“Have they all been as compliant as me?” Hanami can’t bring herself to speak above a whisper as his fingers drape down the glen of her bare neck. Silk fabric bunches up in the palm of her hands; his touch is so tender Hanami wants to subjugate to his power. Perhaps this is why he's formidable. His charming smile and quiet grace is hard to miss. She wonders if his cursed technique is seduction rather than manipulating matter in space. Getting up from the chair in the corner of the study, she moves to the leather sofa sinking down with it, leaning her head against the headrest. Momentarily, her eyes fall to a close, trying her hardest to understand Hongjoong's game. It is difficult to understand what he is eager to achieve.

Hongjoong watches her from where he stood, crossing his arms over his chest. Whoever said women weren't complicated, was clearly lying. For a Grade 1 Sorcerer, she's a little dim. He thought he made it obvious that he had a crush on her by now. Or maybe she's not dim; she's just planning and plotting on leaving this place. The Red Naga knows that she will figure it out, how? He cannot answer this question himself. After all, he may be playing her game and not his own. When her eyes reopen, she ushers him over.

"What's your favourite colour?" She asks, he almost scoffs. Favourite colour?, "If I'm going to be here for a while, then we might as well get to know each other." But I already know so much about you, Hongjoong thinks to himself.

"Red. What's yours?" He inquires, he shifts his body slightly, leaning his head on his palm.

"Green, like forest green or sage green. Not neon green. What's your favourite season?" He stares out of the window, drifting his gaze over the distant nebula. He hasn't really thought about it much, the Eternal Realm lives through all four seasons at once; Hongjoong has never had the time to savour each one.

"Summer. The days are longer so you can catch the right moment to watch the sunset." Hanami hums at his crafted response.

"I like winter." He shakes his head at her response. They're polar opposites. Red and green. Winter and summer. The sun and the moon. Sorcerer and Spirit. Don't they say, opposites attract.

“Do you think in another life, if I weren’t a spirit you and I could have been one?” Hanami shares a look with Hongjoong before staring down at her hands, deep in contemplative thought. It’s clear the way that Hongjoong thinks about her, it has been from the start — never in her life would she ever have thought that she would have gained the attention of the most formidable cursed spirit.

“Yes. I believe we would have met in high school. You’re a quiet boy who sits in the corner of the classroom, near the front by the window. You arrive early, and leave later than everyone else.” A sincere smile falls on his pink lips, Hongjoong moves slightly closer to her; invested in her daydream. “I sit in the middle of the classroom, middle row, I get to see you without being caught. You’re pretty I think to myself, and so clever too. But you’re introverted, I don’t know how to get the will to speak to you.” He listens, quietly, absorbing each word to paint an image into his mind; as if it is a memory of his. A memory of a time where he was a schoolboy in love with the friendly girl who was well acquainted with everybody in school.

"And what would you have been, if not a sorcerer?" He questions, tempted to fill in the missing blanks.

"A doctor." Hongjoong's feline gaze snaps to her, that was an answer he was not expecting. "I was going to be one anyway, I had an offer from medical school lined up but then...something happened and I realised I had all this cursed energy..." Hanami trails off, unable to finish piecing bits of her past together, for the spirit; Hongjoong doesn't need to hear more anyway - it's all laid before him. Everything always is.

"I would have been a fashion designer." Hongjoong blurts, his sorceress snickers leaning back against the plush sofa. He can't help but admire the way the dress fits so perfectly on her. "I designed that dress you're wearing. I had no idea who I had in mind but now that you're wearing it, I'm sure it's you."

“You don’t know me, Hongjoong.”

“I do.” With a single blink, she rips her gaze away from him getting up from the sofa. She can’t do this, not anymore. She can no longer play the role of a compliant sorceress, the old friend and this diligent lover he has falsely illustrated. Her lover is far defined from the hands of Kim Hongjoong, she demands it. How ruthless of him to carnage her soul, when his is the one for the taking. When his is the one she must destroy. “Your face has been the one I have lived through in decades, your eyes have commanded the beating of my heart. I have searched for you in every crowd and have been the face of every man you have sought. You are mine, Hanami, and have always been the root of my desires. And I am the root of yours.” Tearing away her pin from the knot, she stalks towards him, her fear falling into a fit of rage.

“I am a sorceress, Kim. Not an object for you to toy with, to treat as if we are friends. You have trapped me within your domain, to become a loyal subject for yourself. I demand you to fight me. Let’s battle this out, and put an end to our miseries.”

“The only misery I have is you denying my love.”

“I do not deny you, I rebuke you!” Hanami shrieks. “I detest you and this stupid dress. I detest this void, I feel as empty as it looks. I demand you release me from this cage or you kill me. Either and I will be content.” His monotonous expression sends a cold shiver creeping down her spine. His gentleness is long gone, yet she had never asked for it in the entirety of her entrapment.

“Why do you think they sent you, darling? Because you’re the best or because you were their last option?” Hanami freezes in her wake, stunned by his rhetoric. “Do you think if they knew you were going to be able to leave they would have sent you?”

“Are you challenging me?”

“No, darling, you’re challenging me." Finally, he raises from his seat, drawing closer to her. His body is uncannily close to her own, as it always is when he requires her attention. "The King of All Domains." He mutters.

Her fingers reach for the hem of his jacket sleeve, dancing up his forearm. “You may regret this, Kim.” His slender fingers reach for her chin, lifting her gaze from the floor to his eyes.

“Then fight like you mean it. I will spare you no mercy.”

The ground beneath their feet was scorched and cracked, as if the domain had been warped by the magnitude of their power. Hongjoong’s violet eyes gleamed with malice. His cursed energy was dense and potent, swirling around him in dark, crackling tendrils. With a deep, guttural growl, he summoned his technique, the meteorites rising with his will. The Red Naga raised his hand, a surge of purple lightning crackling through his fingers. Without warning, he unleashed a torrent of energy, a lightning-infused wave aimed directly at Hanami. Thunder cracked through the air, her body hammered into the floating rock behind her, the stars burning against her supple flesh. Her fingers subtly curled as she prepared to tap into her technique.

Hanami stood her ground. As the subsequent attack neared, she focused her cursed energy inward, allowing the current of Hongjoong's assault to wash over her. Like before, she didn't move. The atmosphere seemed to slow as her cursed energy surged. Hanami didn't dodge as Hongjoong flew towards her, sending another wave of furious attacks, this time, a series of jagged tendrils of cursed energy, each one aimed at her from different angles. They moved with ferocious speed, the force of their strikes warping the space they passed through. Still, Hanami remained unwavering, refusing to fight back as if she had not begged him to fight her. The Red Naga abandoned his technique; grabbing her, violently, by her neck. His balled fist connected with her face, laced with the incense of his herculean power. Her mind rocked against his brutality, torrents of torture simmering under her blood. “Fight back! Why aren’t you doing anything?” He screams, a single tear slips down her cheek, as her body yearns for relief. His lips reach for hers, wildly pressing against her, the palm of his hand steadying her lower back as she pushes him. Her body overcomes with a fruitful desire, the pent up frustration of her being here topples over her, her hands reaching for his collar bringing her closer to him. When she gasps for air, he leans forward pressing his forehead against her own. "Stop making me hurt you."

Hanami’s eyes flared with the glow of the absorbed energy, her body humming with raw power. Slowly, she exhaled, her eyes gleaming with newfound strength. With a flick of her wrist, she raised her hand toward the sky. The energy she had absorbed detonated outward, sending a pulse that shattered the boundaries of the Serpent Void. The darkness disintegrated within a single beat, the space left open as Hongjoong moved away from her. Betrayed. Outraged. His eyes now flaring with disbelief and rage. Hanami stood at the epicentre of a growing storm of energy.

In a flash, she moved forward, her speed a blur. She reached out, and with a single, precise movement, releasing a concentrated burst of absorbed energy — a beam so powerful that it cut through the air like a blade. "Domain Expansion: Liminal Echo!" Her hand tears through the fabric of the space, warping its energy around them both as a dome filters the clouds into a hollow darkness.

Where the Serpent Void is a place that exists between two spaces, her Liminal Echo is somewhat harsh mockery of his own. There is no liminal space here, everything is clearly defined with a set purpose. The moon hangs above him casting a ruthless glow over the jagged cliff they stand upon; the wind blowing roughly into their faces. Her hair bends with the wind, her body following the movements of the shadows that follow her like magnets. "I wasn't expecting that from you." He confesses, cutting the tension between them. Her limbs are weary from his attacks, perhaps she should remain as dormant as he was when she was within his domain. "Then again, I always knew you would escape." Her head dips beneath her shoulders, Hongjoong always knows everything.

"I wonder how you know everything."

"You'd think if I could manipulate everything in space, I could tap into the fourth dimension too." Time? He can manipulate time too? He smirks, closing the gap between them, running his slender fingers around her waist. Her body is pulled flush against his own, but Hanami doesn't squirm; the heat from his body is something soothing and his cursed energy can rarely be felt here. "I know how this ends, my love. And I know what will happen after this. I won't try to fight fate." The long hairpin slips out from the hidden pocket in her dress. Carefully, her finger curls around the intricate handle.

The blade plunges into his chest, searing through the layers of skin, mercilessly cutting into the arteries of his heart. After all, he's part human too. Sinking to his knees, a pool of blood flows out from his mouth. Hanami falls with him, her hands firmly on the blade as if removing it, or hesitating as she has done several times in this battle, will result in an imminent loss for herself.

“Dying at the hands of my lover, how poetic.” His pale hands wrap around her own on the blade. Using little force, he thrusts the blade deeper into his own body being pushed up against her own. Blood sprays onto her dress, his slender finger curls around a lock of loose hair tucking it gently behind her own ear. He's a masochist, some divine creature bred from the roots of debauchery, drunk on the belief that true pain is at its most beautiful form when it's inflicted by the one you love. Yet, how can he say that he loves her? He barely knows her. How can he know what love is? He's borne from chaos, the world sinks to its knees before him. But Hongjoong sinks to his knees in front of her. She is his sorceress, his counterpart, him in its most ethereal, eternal form. He is subject to her. “To die in your arms is the most beautiful feeling. I want it to haunt my soul forever.”

After a single blink, the darkness of her realm fades, bleeding back into the forest she was once in. The deconstructed pillars of the monastery lay at her feet, as she slowly rises to find the ceiling of Liminal Echo has been replaced by the blue sky. The torii falls back into her sight, she must confess: to see the natural world again aches her heart. How long has she spent in spaces, closed off from the world? The sun is much higher in the sky than it was when she had first arrived, the breeze has slowed as beads of sweat form above her lip; the air is suffocating with its humidity — its thickness juxtaposes than that of what yearns from the void.

Her eyes search for him in the vast wilderness, disbelieving that the sky that sits above is a bright blue and not a shallow grey. Her hands reach out to feel for his body — whether it be that it is trembling within hers or carved from stone. Hanami's breath is lodged within her throat. What is this absurd feeling? This feeling of...remorse?

A glint forges from the tall trees, to settle upon another one, a human one at that. His mop of silver hair and thin-rimmed dark blue glasses taunt her as he ambles forward. His stupid hands are stuffed deep into his stupid pockets. “Hanamiiiii! How do you do?” Gritting her teeth, she stalks further down the cobbled steps towards Satoru. "Now, now Hanami. I have to say going to missions in a ballgown is new. Did I miss the memo?" His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose, he peers from above it finding her costume comical.

"Satoru, where have you been for the past 48 hours you dick?” Her snarl amuses him.

"Actually, it's only been three hours." Ah yes. Time works differently in liminal space. Something like every five minutes is 3.75 hours, not that she’s calculated it or anything. Brushing past Gojo she ventures back into woodlands, exhaustion tugging at her limbs every thought in her mind occupied by him. Every flicker, shadow, remnant is Kim Hongjoong. “Yaga told me to come see you in case anything went wrong.” ‘In case anything went wrong’, a euphemism for ‘in case she’s dead’. How delightful of Yaga to care for her wellbeing now.

“I never understood why he didn’t just call you out to deal with Kim.”

“Because I rejected the mission.” She stopped in her path, turning on her heel to face Gojo who stands in front. Her heart has skipped a beat.

‘Why do you think they sent you, darling? Because you’re the best or because you were their last option?’

It wasn’t about the fact that Yaga thought she was capable, that’s why he had sent Gojo anyway. He was testing her. Setting her up for a death trap, on purpose. Hanami’s blood fills with a sense of infuriation and betrayal, feeling like a rat in a maze being overlooked by a crazed scientist.

He didn’t think I was capable.

Turning away from Gojo, she conceals the look of dejection moving, fast, back towards the cabin.

The current of air in Miyama feels lighter than it had been when she first arrived. With the ‘banishing’ of the formidable spirit, the series of attacks had stopped but those who were placed in a coma could not be revived and had met their fateful end. Hanami has left the window open, even as the sun sets leaving a pinkish streaks across the sky; a cool breeze hits her face as she nurses a cup of tea in hand. Satoru sits in front of her, his long legs outstretched before him scarfing down a bowl of ramen, occasionally flickering his gaze to her. The fact that she’s alive and barely unharmed will come as a shock to Yaga, but soon they will have the same rank. Hanami will no longer be his inferior, not that Gojo has ever seen her as one. But banishing the Kim Hongjoong, that’s something the new generation of jujitsu sorcerers will have to live up to.

“Satoru.” He hums, looking up from his bowl. His eyes are so blue, like a strict ocean blue she could get lost in its depths. But they’re not brown like Hongjoong’s. Or warm, like his was. Gojo’s eyes are marked with his rebellious nature whereas Hongjoong’s was wrought with maturity and understanding. She’s drawn to the latter and it stirs a pit of fear within her. She contemplates asking him if Yaga had truly set her up. ‘Does it matter?’, Gojo would say. ‘You beat him’, but she does not feel victorious. Before her lips can open to form the words, a crack of thunder beats against the sky, the clouds dimming to a melancholic grey. Her eyes peer out of the window, as an undercurrent of chaos simmers in the atmosphere. The slap of rain against the glass window echoes, haunting the remnants of the ghost temple.

“He’s not gone, you know.” Satoru’s tone is less light hearted now, dropping an octave manifesting into something more serious.

‘I know what will happen after this.’

Her eyes flutter to a close as the sword falls to her side. A small breath escapes her lips, she doesn't really scold Gojo for his nonchalance. Primarily because she's exhausted now.

I’ll be waiting, Kim Hongjoong. 

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🌶️ Would You Rather??? (Sashisu Request)

18+MDNI

Pairing ✩࿐ Fem!Reader X Shoko Ieiri X Suguru Geto X Satoru Gojo

WARNINGS ✩࿐ Group sex with every possible pairing between you 4. Eating train, tit fucking, giving oral, receiving oral, oral during penetration, two people giving oral to one person, face sitting, face fucking, cream pie, and vaginal sex.

Word count ✩࿐10.4K

Summary ✩࿐ Fem!Reader accidentally buys the spicy version of Would You Rather for her friend’s drinking party, and let’s just say… things end up getting a little spicy.

BONUS ✩࿐ Slow lead-up! I felt like it’d be fun to go through some questions before things intensified. Plus, I wanted the fic to feel gradual and not forced. So you can feel like you’re there at the party, just hanging out. Also the reader is also a lightweight when it comes to drinking. Her friends also view her as a little shy and innocent.

A/N ✩࿐ I originally was writing this fic as a one-shot with Suguru and Satoru, but then someone requested a Sashisu Fic! So I of course had Shoko join in on the fun! I had fun with this four-way and I prioritized that everyone was involved with each other at all times! Also, I have a crush on Shoko now. 🥰 Sorry for taking forever to post this, I know it’s a cliche thing to say: but life is very busy for me. Today I got ALL four of my wisdom teeth removed. 🥲 I was given this day off work, and I saw it as a prime opportunity to polish this fic up and post it! Thanks for reading and I appreciate all of you so much! 💗

“I’m glad you found a game for us to play.” Satoru hummed smoothly while he invited you into his semi-lit dorm room. “Cause what’s the point to drinking, when there isn’t anything fun to do.”

That earned a scoff from Geto who lounged on the couch. “Uh, we could just hang out.”

“Psh. Where’s your sense of entertainment? Are you saying you don’t want to play the game Y/n just got?” Gojo retorted in a fake shocked tone.

“I’m not saying that.” Suguru rolled his eyes toward his white-haired friend. “I’m just saying-“

“Enough of that, show us the game you got Y/n!” Shoko’s comforting voice rang from behind you, causing you to whirl around and give her a sweet hug. In return, she held you close with her arm draped around your waist. A lazy grin plastered on her face and a burning cigarette between her lips.

“Shoko! I’m so happy you made it, for a second I thought I’d be stuck with those two.” You teased, playfully glancing at Gojo and Geto. Suguru smirked at your words, while Gojo made a fist on his heart as if he was stabbed.

“Yeah, sorry for not letting you know I was coming. I got held up with something back at the lab.” She explained while moving her bangs from her face.

“Enough talk, let’s start this night off with a shot! That means you Suguru.” Satoru announced clapping his hands. He led you and Shoko to the island, where he got the glasses ready. All the lights were off except for the ones above the island. The rest of his living room and kitchen were lit up by blue LED strips. Giving his living space an electric feel.

“When was the last time you got drunk Y/n?” Suguru asked curiously while approaching the counter, his dark gaze resting on you.

You flushed, “The last time I got drunk was with you guys.”

“What?! That was like two months ago!” Gojo exasperated while pouring vodka into the small glasses. Judging from how fancy the vodka bottle looked, you had a feeling he bought the expensive stuff. Which didn’t surprise you.

“Yeah, it's been a while. So let the send begin.” You explained excitedly, taking one of the shot glasses for yourself.

“Fuck yeah! Let’s full fucking send baby!” Satoru cheered while raising his shot glass. “This is for a good night!”

“A good night!” Everyone said while they clinked their glasses. Then they tapped the bottom of their shot glasses to the counter and proceeded to take it to their lips.

You held your breath as you quickly forced yourself to swallow the harsh poison. Your mouth watered tremendously and it went down like liquid fire. Your eyes teared up a bit as you set your glass down.

“Shit, that woke me up.” Suguru chuckled while setting his glass next to yours.

“Same here *cough* let’s play that game you got, Y/n!” Shoko croaked out while squeezing your arm gently.

You quickly dug in your purse to grab the deck of cards while your friends went to the living room. They situated themselves on the floor, so you guys could sit in a circle. You sat between Suguru and Satoru with Shoko across from you. Geto was busy finding some good background music to play on the TV to set the mood.

“What did you end up getting?” Gojo asked while leaning back on his hands comfortably. You handed him the box.

“I got us Would You Rather! There were so many versions to choose from! I thought we’d have a fun time playing it, so I got the generic box of questions.” You sighed eagerly, leaning over to Satoru to look at the cards.

Gojo chuckled. “This isn’t the original one… You got us the spicy version.” He peeled off the price tag to reveal the small red word ‘spicy’ underneath it.

Mortification washed over you like a massive wave, “No, no! I swear I got the plain one! I’m so sorry you guys. If you want I can run to the store and get the other version.”

“Let’s give it a try. And if it’s no good, I’ll be the one who runs to the store.” Satoru hummed while giving you a gentle elbow jab.

“But don’t you think it would be too embarrassing to talk about spicy topics…” You mumbled shyly, trying to avert your gaze from his.

“Hell no! If you’re feeling shy, just drink some more liquid courage!” Satoru announced while handing you a red solo cup with fruity alcoholic juice. He clinked his plastic cup against yours and the both of you drank to that.

You couldn’t help but turn your lips upward, “Okay, let’s see how this goes.”

“Since Y/n bought the game she can go first, then we’ll just go around in a circle,” Shoko stated, handing you a card from the top of the deck. You were already feeling that shot in your system. Your face felt warm and you felt more outgoing. You leaned against the base of the couch comfortably.

You quickly read over your card. “Okay Shoko, this one’s for you! Would you rather receive a sexy message or a love note?”

Shoko took a swig of her drink and then answered, “Message. I’d receive it faster and then answer right away. What about you?” She nodded her head in your direction.

“Hmm… I’d say love note! Cause when you write something down you want to leave a lasting impression. Making notes more… special.” You exclaimed dreamily, then you felt hot with embarrassment because you realized everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Aww, that’s cute. I didn’t know you were such a romantic.” Shoko’s soft brown eyes sparkled at you.

“I’d say I’m the same way Y/n, letters seem more sentimental.” Geto agreed with you, his gaze held on you briefly.

“Nah, I’d want a hot text message. Right here. Right now.” Satoru slurred, “Then we could act on those feelings asap.” Gojo grabbed a card from the top of the deck and read it over briskly. “Y/n, would you rather show affection in public or in private?” Satoru asked with a cheeky grin while taking a drink from his cup.

You tilted your head toward Gojo. “What type of affection is it? Cause if it’s innocent then I don’t mind doing it in public.”

Satoru chuckled. “What do you mean innocent stuff?” He arched a brow at you over his glasses.

“Like hugs, kisses, and hand-holding. Not doing the nasty!” You explained while taking a drink, you felt another wave of the alcohol wash over you. Damn, you’re getting drunk faster than expected.

“Makes sense, to be honest, I don’t care if it’s done in public. Let’s make a scene, who cares if people watch.” Gojo murmured while subtly resting his hand on yours. This small action made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m the opposite, I’d want to be the only one to see my partner unraveled. No one else should deserve to see them in such an intimate way.” Suguru stated with his arms crossed.

“What about you Shoko?” You asked her curiously.

The corner of her mouth tilted upward, “I’m the same as you. I’m okay with public affection if it’s mild.” She then leaned forward to grab herself a card. Her eyes quickly darted from left to right as she read it. “Ooo, okay this one’s a little dirty… I want Suguru to answer this. When it comes to oral, would you rather give or receive?”

Geto stiffened with surprise. “Even though receiving is delightful, I’d say give.”

This earned a girlish squeal to come from you and Shoko, “Really?! How come?” She pried with a hazy smile.

“It brings me satisfaction to please someone who I care about,” Geto admitted while adjusting his position so his left arm was now resting on his bent knee.

“Same here, it’s like your way to show them how much you admire them.” You agreed wistfully, the alcohol in your system had taken a deeper root and you were feeling pretty good.

“I like being on the receiving end of the stick. Nothing’s hotter than the view of your sweetheart worshiping you with their mouth.” Satoru explained while his fingers trailed up your wrist playfully, and then he rested his hand back on yours.

Geto chuckled. “Of course you would.”

“Yeah, why doesn’t that surprise me,” Shoko added with a little laugh.

Suguru then leaned forward and grabbed a card. “Would you rather only have sex in bed for the rest of your life or never be able to have sex in a bed again? I want Y/n to answer this.”

“I’d say, never in the bed. Cause doing it in the bed all the time could get boring.” You expressed and everyone murmured in agreement. “Ok, my turn.” You swiftly grabbed yourself a card. “Suguru, would you rather have sex in the car or the shower?

Geto brought his veiny hand up to his mouth in deep thought. “Shower.”

You giggled at his blunt answer. “And why?”

His sharp eyes darted toward you humorously. “Because when you’re done you’re nice and clean. Also, the steam and being all wet is hot. Doing it in a car sounds a little restrictive.”

You nodded in agreement. “Those are some good points, I’d say the same.”

“You guys are weird, doing it in the car is way hotter!” Satoru interrupted.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking!” Shoko chimed in to aid Gojo. “Doing it in the car is restrictive, but that shouldn’t be a problem if you’re flexible.”

“Plus the whole car steams up and it shakes while you do it. Making it a public scene which is even better.” Satoru explained while waving his drink around. Then he grabbed his card, “Shoko, would you rather only be able to be on the bottom during sex or only on the top?”

Shoko took a slurp of her beverage, “Hmm, it depends. If I’m with a guy, then bottom. But if I’m with a girl then top.” She explained with a cute smile, her gaze drifted towards you. “What about you?”

You flushed because of how intimate the question was. “Me? Oh… umm, I’d say bottom for men. But it depends on women. If she’s more assertive I’ll let her be top. But if she’s more on the submissive side then I’ll take the lead.”

“That’s hot.” Satoru blurted with a flirtatious expression. You felt his hand give yours a small squeeze, causing you to look down bashfully.

You reached for your cup only to realize that you finished it off a couple of minutes ago.

“Gimme your cup, I’ll get you some more babe.” Satoru purred over to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him sweetly as he removed the red cup from your hand. His gaze had the perfect view down your shirt at this angle, which made him enjoy the noticeable height difference between you too.

“Anyone else need a refresher.” Gojo glanced at his other two friends, while he stood to his feet. Both Suguru and Shoko handed him their empty cups and with two cups in each hand, he departed to the kitchen.

“So on a level of one to ten, how drunk are you Y/n? One being barely and ten being black-out wasted.” Shoko asked the beauty mark beneath her eye raised upward when she smiled at you.

“Hmm, I’d say I’m like a four-point seven.” You sighed cutely. Your response caused both Geto and Shoko to laugh.

“That’s oddly specific, why a four-point seven of all numbers?” Geto eyed you with amusement.

“I couldn’t just say four, 'cause I’m feeling five coming on!”

“If someone said four-point seven, that must mean they’re actually like a six.” Shoko snickered. “I think our little friend’s a lightweight Suguru!”

You paid no mind to their teasing, it only made you laugh in response. It’s been a while since the four of you kicked back like this.

Gojo returned with the refilled beverages, he of course handed you your drink first with a sly grin. He sat down next to you, closer than he was before and he draped his muscular arm around your narrow shoulders. “So whose turn is it now?”

“Mine!” Shoko announced as she reached for a card. “And this one’s for you Gojo, would you rather have morning sex or late-night sex?”

“Morning sex, what else would be a better way to start my day!” Satoru admitted seductively while pulling you a little bit closer to him. His warm body next to yours was comforting, since his living room window was open, letting in a fresh cold night breeze.

“True, I’ll have to agree with you on that one,” Shoko admitted while sipping on her drink.

“What about you Y/n?” Satoru asked nonchalantly while throwing his card in the discard pile.

“I’m more of a nighttime person. Cause then after we can just cuddle and fall asleep.” You confessed while taking a drink from your cup. Its fruity flavor was quite delectable, making it a dangerous drink.

“You’re such a sweetheart Y/n, truly girlfriend material.” Gojo laughed and complimented at the same time.

His honest reaction made you feel pretty good about yourself - or was it the alcohol? Maybe both.

“Don’t fall for his flattery Y/n,” Geto warned, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Gojo doesn’t deserve a girl like you. You’re too good for him.”

“Psh! As if you’re any better than me?” Satoru hissed over at his friend. “Answer me this Y/n, would you rather date me or Geto?”

You flushed at his bold question and nervously looked down. You couldn’t choose between both of them! You wouldn’t want to hurt either of their feelings. “I-I…” You stammered.

Shoko came to the rescue. “Cut that shit out Gojo! Besides, it’s not your turn to ask a question.”

“Yeah, it’s my turn.” Suguru leaned forward to grab his card with a devilish grin. “Y/n, would you rather I show you or tell you about my desires?”

You took another drink from the red cup, feeling the liquid courage run rampant through your veins. “Show me.”

Suguru set his drink aside and pried you from Satoru’s grasp. He guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His lips turned upward to form a sly grin.

“First… I’d gently caress your body, like this.” His smooth voice hummed softly, while his large veiny hands ghosted from your waist down to your juicy thighs. His hot hands trailed from your knees to the inner sensitive parts between them. “And while I do that, I’ll kiss you, like this.” His lips pressed against yours and his sneaky tongue tangled itself with yours. Meanwhile, you could hear Shoko and Gojo protesting in the background.

Your heart was pounding a million miles per minute. You’ve never kissed Suguru before, he was your friend! The most you two have ever done was cuddle when you were cold. Yes; he’d flirt with you, but so did Shoko and Gojo (he was relentless, to say the least). Of course, you fed in and would smooth talk your friends. You never would’ve thought those innocent remarks could progress into something so much more. Was he kissing you just for fun? Or was it simply to take part in the game? You wanted to test the waters and cautiously reached up to grab the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved against yours passionately, while his hands glided from your thighs to your lower back in the most tantalizing way.

He then removed his mouth from yours and whispered lowly in your ear. “Then once things get a little more desperate between us, I’d like to worship you with my mouth.” With that being said, he lowered his hot mouth down to the crook of your neck. He sucked on your flawless skin as if he was savoring a delectable dish. While he marked you, his sultry gaze met Gojo’s. Who had his arms crossed defiantly. Satoru wanted to be the one to unravel cute little Y/n.

An adorable sigh of pleasure escaped your lips when you felt Geto mark your skin with a bit more pressure. The room around you seemed to spin and your vision wasn’t clear anymore. The alcohol has clouded your senses and now you are in a drunk stupor. You couldn’t care less though, you were having fun, and you were feeling yourself too. You’ve never felt so wanted and so hot before.

“Let’s not get carried away, darling.” Suguru cooed while he pulled off your neck, leaving a notable red mark. By the way your breath hitched, Geto could sense how ready you were. He turned your body effortlessly and draped you across his lap. His strong arms held you securely, and you felt quite comfortable in his lap like this.

“I didn’t realize that you’d be such a needy little girl Y/n,” Gojo smirked down at you while he handed you your drink. You took it graciously and took a generous swig.

“Hmm? Is that a bad thing or a good thing?” You questioned with a hazed look on your pretty face. It was pretty evident how drunk you were.

“To put it bluntly, your eagerness is a fucking turn-on,” Satoru murmured while blatantly checking your tits out.

You simply smiled and took another drink from your cup. Your ego was higher than ever and it was mostly because of the liquor in your system. You were heavily intoxicated at this point and the room was swirling around you. You rested your head on Suguru’s shoulder for stability while you sipped on the last of your drink.

“Looks like you’re running out.” Geto purred above you, he poured his drink into your cup with a killer smirk as his bangs fell in front of his face. You greedily took another drink of the alcoholic beverage.

“Suguru, I’m drunk…” You whined quietly, looking into his hazy amber eyes, your vision was doubled and it looked as if Geto had a twin brother.

“Oh really?” He teased while finishing off his drink.

“Damn, Y/n is so fucking cute when she’s drunk,” Satoru murmured over to Geto. Gojo’s flirtatious gaze held on you briefly. His voice sounded as if it was underwater, you couldn’t help but smile at his compliment and burrow your face in the crook of Suguru’s neck. Damn, he smelt so attractive, like a dark and sweet candle.

“Y/n… I think it’s your turn to go.” Shoko called from across you. “Here’s your card.” You turned your attention over to her while she was on all fours on the floor to hand you your card. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked at you with a hint of desire.

You smiled at her sweetly and took it, you found it a little difficult to read what the card said. The words looked as if they were waving around. “I can’t read it…” You pouted adorably.

“Here, hand it to me sugar.” Geto’s voice rumbled in his chest. “Okay it says; would you rather have long, slow sex every time or always have a quickie?”

“I’d want to have quickies 'cause I like it rough.” You admitted with no shame. Your words caused Geto to grip onto you a bit tighter.

“You don’t say?” Gojo’s seductive voice rang out while he eyed you hungrily.

Shoko giggled, her laugh sounded like music to your ears. “No sweetie, who do you want to answer the question? That’s your card.”

Realization hit you and you laughed carelessly. “Oh, whoopsies… how bout you answer this Gojo?”

“I’m the same as you, 'cause fucking rough is so much fun. Would you care to try it sometime?”

You bit your lower lip and batted your eyelashes up at him. “Really?”

“Yeah babe, we’ve been friends for about a year now and I’m just trying to get to know you a bit better.” He whispered huskily, knowing damn well Suguru and Shoko could hear the both of you. He brought his face close to yours while you shifted in Geto’s lap to get closer to Gojo. He brushed his lips against yours in a teasing manner and then pulled away.

“Fucking hell, don’t get me riled up. I might just have to take you up to my bedroom after this.” He grazed his tongue over his top row of teeth. Satoru reached over to the pile of cards and grabbed one for himself. “Y/n, would you rather lick me here…or here?” He pointed to his abs and then to his neck.

“Why those places?” Shoko giggled over at her white-haired friend.

“The card specifically says not on the lips or privates.” Satoru flung his card in her direction. He then cast his flirtatious gaze toward you. “So which is it?”

“Both!” You sighed excitedly. “Shit, what were the options again?” You slurred with a hiccup.

“Abs or neck?” Gojo repeated himself while beckoning you to come to him.

“Okay.” You giggled while crawling from Geto’s lap over to Gojo. You lifted Satoru’s shirt to reveal his mouthwatering abs, he was so fit and muscular. You eagerly settled yourself between his legs comfortably and dragged your molten tongue up his stomach.

“Mmh, fuck.” Gojo groaned quietly, fully enjoying how hot this was. Your tongue tickled him, but he paid no mind to it and loved your cute little mouth making love to his strong abs.

Everything around you didn’t matter and you solely focused on licking Gojo like a treat. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you and you latched down and began to suck on his skin instead. You then left a small trail of hickeys down his taught skin and continued to work your way southward. You rested your hand on his thigh, and in return, you felt his large hand rest on your shoulder.

Your thoughts quickly became dirty and you tentatively reached up to rest your hand on Satoru’s crotch. You were pleasantly surprised to find him fully erect. “You dirty girl. Ahh…” Gojo hissed out in pleasure when you stroked his length in an appetizing way.

Your sinful mouth sucked on his pale skin hungrily. You knew that some red marks would be left behind. Being the one responsible made you feel needy between your legs. Your mouth continued to make its way lower and lower. Soon enough your lips brushed against the hem of his black pants.

“Have you ever been to Paris?” Gojo murmured huskily above you.

“Huh?” You looked up with a dazed expression on your pretty face.

“Cause I can show you the eye-full tower.” He rumbled with a flirty expression.

Your busy mouth came to a halt and a smile crept on your face, followed by uncontrollable giggles. “That was the corniest shit I’ve ever heard! You’re drunk Satoru!”

“What? I thought that was the right thing to say at the moment.” Gojo smiled cheekily with a faint blush forming across his cheeks.

Even Shoko and Geto joined in on the laughter. You pulled off his hickey-ridden abs and took a greedy drink from your cup.

“Please don’t tell me you used that pickup line before.” Suguru chided through hearty chuckles.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve used it twice. And each time-“

“Ouch! I can’t believe you’d try to pull the same shallow trick on me! You gotta try harder than that.” You panted between fits of laughter.

“I bet he’s the type to be all talk and then finishes in three minutes,” Shoko added while rolling onto the floor snickering.

“Nah, he’s more like. That has never happened before, must be because you’re so hot.” Geto snarked while imitating Gojo’s seductive voice.

“Hey, guys enough with the mean jokes!” You defended. “He’s just a squirrel trying to find his nut.” The three of you were wheezing at this point, while Satoru just crossed his arms with an amused smile.

“You guys seem to be more drunk than me.” He mumbled with an arched brow, while he pulled his shirt back down and quenched his thirst for his alcohol.

Eventually, the three of you settled down and there was a moment of silence. Which was short-lived.

“My turn!” Shoko sighed excitedly, she grabbed a card, and her face lit up as she read it. “Ooh! Okay, Y/n, would you rather make out with me right now or in the bathroom where we can have some privacy?” Her smooth voice echoed in your mind while her amber eyes seemed to glow towards you in the dimly lit room.

You felt immense desire well up inside you, you’ve always found Shoko to be alluring. You never would’ve thought that she’d view you in a romantic way. You’ve never kissed a girl before and the liquor in your system sent your confidence soaring. You crawled over to her instead of answering the question. She leaned across the circle toward you and met you halfway. Her beautiful face inched closer to yours, and being so close to her made you realize how good she smelt. Her scent was sweet like vanilla mixed with a faint flowery smell. You smiled at her with anticipation and she smirked at you in return. You admired her cute little beauty mark below her right eye. While you were taking in her pretty looks she greedily pressed her lips against yours.

She tasted like cherries, her soft lips moved against yours hypnotically. You gasped in her mouth when she tangled her l fingers in your hair to pull you in deeper. It felt as if your body was lit on fire with passion, and you succumbed quickly to her viper-like tongue.

Suguru and Satoru watched with starved looks on their faces while you feverishly made out with each other. Shoko grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled you even closer. You tentatively reached up and rested your hand on her slim waist. Things were heating up faster than you intended and you felt her sneaky fingers grip your thigh hotly. Her nimble hand snaked its way between your legs, causing excitement to burn through your veins. The both of you were completely enthralled with each other and forgot that the guys were still watching you. She kissed her way off your mouth and across your jaw. Her heated kiss trailed down to your neck while her hand gravitated closer to your core between your legs.

“Mmh, Shoko…” A slutty little whimper rang from your lips, stirring an insatiable hunger within the men watching.

You felt her slick lips form into a sultry smile against your neck. “Have you ever been pleased by another girl before?”

Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head negatively. “N-no. But I want to be.” You admitted in a breathy whisper.

“Perfect. Let me do the honors then.” Shoko’s smooth voice mumbled against the crook of your neck. Her hand that was between your legs brushed against your clothed pussy in your pants. A combination of delight and excitement washed over you.

Suddenly, you felt another pair of hands resting on the back of your hips and the presence of someone sitting behind you.

“I hope you sexy ladies don’t mind if we join in on the fun.” Satoru’s low voice mumbled out from behind you. Your body immediately rested back against his chest in acceptance. He hoisted you up on his lap as if you were weightless. His body pressed against your back brought a comforting warmth.

Gojo feverishly snacked on the right side of your neck while Shoko left hickeys on your left side. Her dainty fingers ghosted over your clothed cunt. You felt her smile slyly against the crook of your neck. Shoko began to unbutton your pants.

The room around you was spinning and it felt as if someone had hexed the liquor you consumed. For some reason in your drunk state of consciousness, you craved this sexual pleasure with the utmost urgency. There was no rhyme or reason to your actions and your body succumbed to those wanton urges.

You lifted your hips to help Shoko remove your pants when you felt her tug them downward. Gojo took the opportunity to rest both of his large veiny hands on your soft and squishy thighs. You glanced over to see that Geto had positioned himself behind Shoko and began to caress her body while she shimmied your pants off of you. Once she flung your pants away she settled herself between your thighs and pushed your sexy underwear off to the side. Her hands pried your thighs open a bit wider and now your exposed core was on display for her and Suguru to see. Meanwhile, Satoru nibbled at the back of your neck hungrily. You felt his hands firmly pull your top off now revealing your juicy breasts to Suguru.

Her alluring face dipped between your legs and you felt her hot breath waft over your desperate little cunt. She placed a feather-light kiss against your pussy. Her silky soft lips glided over your dampening folds, she teasingly dipped her tongue into your entrance for a quick taste. Suguru made his way over to you to study your flushed face. He smiled at the needy look on your face and pressed his lips against yours. He gently groped your plump breasts with admiration. But his fondling was cut short when Satoru pushed his hands away so he could have a turn.

Shoko’s sneaky tongue slid up your pussy and against your clit deliciously. She lapped her tongue in your folds expertly, she’s done this before. Shoko then focused her mouth on your sensitive bundle of nerves. She even went as far as latching down and sucking on it viciously. Your body squirmed under her promiscuous mouth and small whimpers of pleasure escaped your lips and into Suguru’s mouth.

Suguru’s lips moved against yours feverishly, he nibbled your bottom lip in a teasing manner while his tongue begged to enter. You obliged and your tongues twisted and slithered against each other hotly.

Satoru had a perfect view of Shoko going down on you and that fucking riled him up. The way Satoru had you on his lap, caused you to feel something hard press against your ass cheeks. The thought of Gojo popping a boner from Shoko eating you out made you extra horny.

Gojo couldn’t take it anymore and unzipped his pants from underneath you and began to rub his aching rod along the inside parts of your thighs. His dick felt hot and firm against your soft skin. You glanced down to admire the way his cock looked. You never would have thought that you’d be fortunate enough to witness his large vein-covered rod. The tip of his dick was a soft rosy color and it leaned a little to the left. Despite how heavy it looked, it surprised you how it stood up erect on its own.

Shoko’s mouth on your desperate cunt made you incredibly wet. Your pussy was practically begging for penetration. Satoru was able to feel the mix of Shoko’s saliva and your arousal drip down onto his raging shaft.

Shoko couldn’t help but give Satoru’s dick a little love. Her pert mouth welcomed him into her wet cavern with great enthusiasm.

“Fucking shit.” Gojo hissed under his breath, Shoko’s mouth felt so inviting. She dragged her tongue all over his length to coat him up in her saliva. Shoko pulled away and guided the head of his cock to your slick entrance. She wore a captivated expression as she helped his thick tip squeeze into your pretty little pussy. Gojo stretched you out almost painfully. He was barely inside you and a small cry of discomfort and surprise fell from your lips.

“It’s okay baby, you’re doing so good. Just a little more and then he’s in.” Shoko cooed with an empathetic smile. She picked up on your slight discomfort and placed juicy kisses on your clit. Her tongue swirled around your clitoris. Her skilled mouth helped you relax onto Gojo’s shaft and soon enough, he slid all the way into you. Enthralling pleasure began to buzz through you and you were ready to move.

Satoru placed one hand on your hip and the other on your breast, teasing your nipple between his index and thumb. He set into a slow pace of pumping his rod into you. He was trying to savor the way your walls gripped him tightly. But the greedier side of his personality was taking over, and he simply wanted to rail you here and now. His thrusts became wild with an incredible amount of force. You’ve never been fucked this rough before, and you were certainly enjoying it.

Suguru’s hot lips kissed yours passionately while his friend claimed your pussy. However, Geto felt a small sting of jealousy toward his white-haired friend. To feel like he wasn’t missing out he positioned his face between Shoko’s legs. He lifted her skirt to reveal her toned thighs and plump ass, wrapped in a sexy red thong. He slid his sneaky fingers down to her snatch, to find her pleasantly wet and ready. Suguru didn’t waste any time and ravishingly kissed her cunt.

Shoko slurped your clit as if it was her favorite candy. Her tongue teased and tickled you, which made you even more saturated. Gojo has never experienced a pussy as wet as yours, which enticed the idea that this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. That’s for damn sure.

The overstimulation of Shoko’s hot mouth and Satoru’s penetrating length turned you into a bubbling mess. Since you weren’t sober, this made the situation much more riveting. You flung your head back and onto Gojo’s broad shoulder. Which inspired him to plunge into you with more force than before, with each thrust you were able to feel his massive dick stretch you out almost sinfully.

“Damn it.” Gojo gritted through his teeth, he was about to bust due to your perfect pussy. He wanted to last longer and pushed the thought of release aside. You felt him abruptly pull out of you. “Shoko, Y/n. I want you to make out on my dick.” Satoru commanded breathlessly.

This grabbed Suguru’s attention and he removed his mouth from Shoko’s pussy with a wet kiss. “Can you ladies do the same to me?”

Shoko popped her head out from between your thighs and rolled her eyes. “Who made you the boss, Satoru?”

“It’s okay.” Shoko’s expression softened when your mousy voice spoke up. “I think it’d be hot, we should give it a try. Then after can I suggest something?” You smiled almost innocently. Your natural beauty mesmerized your friends.

“Y-yeah, anything for you babe.” Shoko flushed, her upper cheeks tinted with a faint shade of pink.

You flashed her a sugary grin and repositioned yourself on the floor near Gojo’s crotch. His pants were messily undone and his slippery raging dick stood up, ready for action. You laid on Satoru’s right leg and Shoko placed herself over his left. Gojo was able to feel your wet and desperate pussies through his pant legs. Geto went ahead and sat on Gojo’s right side, next to you. Geto had a large and noticeable tent in his pants, his cock was aching for attention. Without hesitation, you reached over and softly stroked his meaty package.

With no words being exchanged, you and Shoko began to kiss the tip of Satoru’s dick together. The sweet taste of your juices was the first thing you noticed. You lapped your tongue over the head of his rod and Shoko did the same. Your tongues tangled with each other passionately, while they slid over Gojo’s pink tip.

Geto looked down longingly at the way you and Shoko swapped saliva on Satoru’s length. Gojo caught him staring and guided Geto’s face to his. Satoru kissed Suguru with immense desire, he didn’t want his friend to feel left out of all the fun. You felt Gojo’s hand envelope yours on Geto’s dick. He promptly pumped your hand on Suguru’s shaft, which caused his dick to get even more excited. Geto’s pants looked uncomfortably tight and you felt Gojo’s hand move off of yours and yanked his waistband down, freeing Suguru’s sprung friend.

You and Shoko took turns sucking off Gojo’s rod. She would briefly deep-throat him, kiss you on the lips, and then it would be your turn. You beckoned him down your throat, pulled off, and kissed her with your slick lips. You then placed petal soft kisses on the right side of his cock, while Shoko copied your actions and kissed his left side. Your mouth lowered down to balls and you engulfed his right nut in your mouth, sucking it softly and lapping your tongue on his heavy sack. Shoko followed your actions and sucked on his other nut, you felt Gojo tangle his fingers in your hair, lost in delight. Your tongue grazed against Shoko’s while you two made love to Satoru’s nuts. Shoko then brought her heated mouth upward and to the tip of his dick and greedily forced him down her throat. You switched to his right ball and sucked him off softly, while Shoko let him throat fuck her.

Muted moans of pleasure came from Gojo’s mouth but were quickly swallowed up by Geto. Their mouths moved against each other with intense passion. You felt Satoru’s hand speed yours up while the both of you jacked off Geto. You heard a small groan rumble from Suguru in response. You moved your mouth back to the tip of Gojo’s veiny length, you were greeted by a sloppy kiss from Shoko. The both of you sucked and licked his sensitive tip.

“Mmh, I’m about to cum, get ready to be fed,” Satoru murmured into Suguru’s lips.

You and Shoko obediently opened your mouths and stuck out your tongues, anticipating his release. Soon enough, he sprayed his hot clear treat on both of your tongues. You eagerly drank it up, loving his delectable taste. You and Shoko took turns sucking his tip lovingly as he shot his liquid down your throats.

Once Satoru finished, he guided your face down to Geto’s exposed dick. You removed your hand from his girthy shaft and placed a sweet kiss on his tip. Shoko crawled over to Suguru’s other side and began to run her tongue all over his cock. You welcomed the head of his hot and ready dick into your mouth. You fluttered your tongue around him expertly, while Shoko began to make love to his heavy balls. You were able to hear Geto and Gojo swap saliva intensely. Satoru tangled his hand into Suguru’s tied-up black hair, he knew just how to tug it to make Geto unravel.

You worked your mouth further down Suguru’s shaft and he quickly hit the back of your throat, you calmed your breath and let him pump his dick in and out of you. Your wet and tight throat felt immaculate to him, he could just stay there forever. Shoko teased and suckled each of his nuts, she loved the way his velvety skin felt under her swift tongue. While Suguru throat fucked you, Shoko began to touch and tease your body. Her sneaky hands caressed your breasts and hardened nipples. Her other hand found its way down to your wet snatch and hastily rubbed on your sensitive slit.

You eventually had to come up for air from Suguru’s thick cock lodged in your throat. You popped off him with a loud wet sound, and once you did, Shoko’s hot lips were on yours. As if she was craving your attention. She guided your bare boobs down to Geto’s slick rod with a little sparkle in her eye. She placed his dick in between your plump breasts, causing him to groan in delight. Your soft and squishy tits wrapped around his dick in the most comfortable way.

Shoko placed another passionate kiss on your lips and dove between your breasts. She sucked off Suguru eagerly while she fondled both of your boobs. As a bisexual girl, Shoko was in heaven.

She’d briefly slurp Geto’s rod, then she’d leave feverish kisses all over your tits. She made sure not to miss a single spot on your breasts. Shoko especially loved how responsive you were when she’d give your boobs attention, your little moans and gasps of delight sounded like music to her ears.

Geto instinctively began to thrust his length between your soft breasts, Shoko helped by bouncing them on his crotch. The sight before you was incredibly hot, the way his large veiny dick was surrounded by your tits caused a primal desire in your empty pussy. You could practically feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. You couldn’t help but bring one of your hands down to your needy little snatch, as for your other hand, that one was for Shoko’s cunt. Your dainty fingers snuck underneath her skirt and traced her slippery outer lips, this caused a desperate whimper to come from her busy lip. Shoko sucked on Geto’s tip like a lollipop, while you rubbed both of your clits in little circles.

Gojo was already fired up again and his dick stood up proudly from his undone pants. The sight of Geto tit fucking you while Shoko sucked him off was more than enough for him to handle. Suguru noticed his friend’s predicament and whispered something in his ear that caused the white-haired man to hastily get out of his spot. Satoru swiftly stood above you and Shoko. Geto helped Gojo wrap his legs over his broad shoulders. Satoru made himself weightless, to save Suguru the trouble of holding him up in this position. Now with Gojo’s impressive length in front of Geto’s lips, he immediately got to work.

This was one of Satoru’s fantasies. Ever since he saw Suguru consume the large orb of cursed energy down his throat, he had a strong feeling that Geto would be amazing at the head. Suguru swirled his tongue around Gojo’s tip while he inched himself further into his mouth. Once Satoru was in his throat, he was able to feel intense cursed energy tingle the tip of his dick.

“Mmh, fuck…” He groaned out in surprise. Was Suguru using his technique on him? Regardless, the foreign feeling was quite erotic. Gojo wanted to hump his dick into Geto’s mouth, but the sensation of his cursed energy sent waves of pleasure all over him, Gojo did not need to move. It was as if he stuck his dick into a wet and warm vacuum, Satoru’s jaw went slack from this intensity. Out of curiosity, he tried to pull his dick out a little, but he was unable to, he was getting pulled down Suguru’s throat! That certainly didn’t bother him though, as a matter of fact, it made him hold Geto’s face even closer to his crotch. “Keep me in your throat,” Gojo muttered breathlessly. “Yeah, just like that. Ohh.”

Both Suguru and Satoru were lost in pleasure. For Satoru, it was having his hips flush against Suguru’s mouth. As for Suguru, it was the dirty acts his throat did to his friend, along with the way Shoko fucked your tits against his dick while she sucked his tip. This was all too much for Geto to handle and he released himself all over you and Shoko’s doll-like faces. His cum came out like strands of milk and it dripped from her face down onto your fleshy boobs. Shoko licked her lips clean and then began to clean his seed off your perfect boobs. Her hot tongue lapped up Geto’s juices in a fluttering manner. She then brought her face to yours and removed his cum off your face with her slutty mouth, as you did the same to hers.

Gojo wasn’t close to finishing yet, but at least he was slick and ready for fucking. He reluctantly removed himself from Suguru’s throat and sat down beside him.

“So, what was your suggestion?” Satoru’s blue eyes grazed over your wet breasts.

You stared him down as if he was a piece of meat. “I want to sit on your face.”

Gojo’s expression switched into a more flirtatious one. “Oh? I didn’t think a shy girl like you would be that bold.”

“I guess it’s cause I’m drunk.” You smiled lazily. “Also I want Shoko to sit on Geto’s face while we make out.”

That earned a small giggle from the girl beside you. “Man, drunk Y/n is secretly a freak. I like it!” She grinned over at you with approval and wrapped her arm around your waist snuggly.

Geto cleared his throat. “That sounds like a great idea, but halfway through I want us to switch partners, just to keep things interesting.”

“That’s fine, switching sounds good.” You agreed while resting your head on Shoko’s narrow shoulder. Sleep was calling your name, but your desire to find out how the rest of this night would play out kept you wide awake.

“Mmkay, let’s get on with this. I’m hungry for your pussy Y/n.” Satoru snarked while grabbing a pillow from the couch and lying down on the floor. Geto followed his lead and put his pillow next to Gojo’s, so their heads were across from each other.

You stood up and began to remove your soaked panties, they dropped to the living room floor soon forgotten. Shoko also undressed herself, her skirt pooled to the floor along with the rest of her undergarments.

You carefully mounted Gojo’s face so both of your knees rested on each side of his head onto the squishy pillow. He eyed your pretty pussy with a starved look on his face. He rapidly gripped your thighs and forced your cunt onto his mouth. You worried about the lack of air he had, but those thoughts soon vanished because of the way he ate you. His tongue swiped over your folds repeatedly, his nose was burrowed against your puffy clit.

Now that Shoko was sitting on Geto’s face across from you, she immediately brought your body close to hers. Her comforting scent of sweet vanilla filled your senses and you pressed your soft lips against hers. Her warm supple body against yours felt so right. The both of you kissed each other with intense yearning, her tongue intertwined itself with yours. Your left hand tangled itself in her straight brown hair, while your right hand messaged her plump breast.

Satoru and Suguru eyed the both of you friskily, certainly enjoying the view going on above them. Gojo’s wicked tongue flickered against your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to grind your cunt against his face desperately. His hands were still holding you down on his face, he knew if he let go you’d be a squirming mess.

Shoko was also becoming more unraveled due to Suguru’s teasing tongue in her pussy, her small gasps and moans of pleasure had become more frequent. Shoko pulled away from your face to admire the adorable flushed expression you wore. “You’re just so breathtaking.” She gasped out in felicity and pressed her lips against yours.

“Mmm, thank you. You’re so fucking fine... Ahh, Satoru!” You whimpered out shamelessly while you felt Gojo tongue fuck you. He shoved it in you aggressively and pumped it in and out repeatedly.

“What about me?” Satoru gurgled into your pussy, with a playful look in his blazing blue eyes.

“You’re hot too!” You moaned while trying to clench your thighs closer together, his hot mouth on your dampening pussy was sending you over the edge.

“What else do you like about me?” Gojo teased, then he swiveled his tongue around deep inside you.

You flashed him an annoyed look. “Quit being jealous-ahh!” His tongue flickered over that special spot inside of you.

“Just eat my pussy.” You hissed out in ecstasy while you gyrated your cunt on his face. Satoru’s hair fell messily in front of his eyes, but you were still able to make out the flirtatious expression he had.

“Yes, mama,” Gojo mumbled into your slippery cunt, while he ate you like a starved animal.

Shoko gave your boobs a little squeeze. “Let’s switch, I’m getting close.” She murmured against your lips, with a little smirk.

You nodded in agreement and pried yourself from Gojo’s grip. You and Shoko swiftly switched spots. Geto’s dark brown eyes greeted you ravenously, once you settled yourself on his face. He didn’t waste any time eating you as if you were his last meal. He slurped on your clit while simultaneously fluttering his tongue over it, making you a mewling mess.

“Oh, Suguru!” You cried out while smashing your lips on Shoko’s. The two of you exchanged breathless sighs while clinging to each other’s breasts.

Suddenly, you felt Geto stick his thumb up your ass. A surprised moan left your lips, while he pumped his thumb in and out of your tight puckered hole. Suguru’s hot lips kissed and enveloped your pussy while he sucked on your cunt. His tongue brushed your clit rapidly, you had no idea that he was capable of moving his tongue that fast.

The combination of his intruding thumb and slick mouth was riveting. White hot pleasure overcame your senses aggressively and your legs shook as you came into his eager mouth. Geto drank your juices as if it were the elixir of life. To him, you tasted, heavenly.

“Mmh, good boy, fucking drink my cum.” Shoko hissed while releasing herself on Gojo’s face with a sexy little moan, which you swallowed up while your lips moved against hers seductively. Satoru expertly lapped her cum up with his tongue.

Geto helped you off his face, and now you were sitting on his large lap, face-to-face with him. You noticed that the lower part of his face was slick with your release. He brought his lips down to yours for a tantalizing kiss, you could taste yourself in his mouth.

“Turn around, beautiful.” He whispered while guiding you to body the other way. You lowered your torso so that your ass stuck up in the air. Now you were face to face with Shoko, who was also on all fours.

You and Shoko brought your faces together and began to kiss each other zestfully. Her supple lips moved against yours with the utmost enthusiasm. The sensation of abruptly being filled with Geto’s hefty dick rocked your world. “Ahh!” You moaned out in delight. In this position, he could get extra deep in your wet cunt. You instinctively clamped your thighs together from the intense waves of pleasure going through you.

You felt Suguru’s large hands grip your waist securely as he set into a steady rhythm. Each thrust you and Shoko received, caused your bodies to jolt forward. This caused your kisses to become more sloppy and inexact. You’d try to kiss her on the lips, but a rough thrust from the man behind you, caused you to kiss her cheek instead. Shoko was also having trouble landing her smooches and decided to focus on worshiping your right shoulder instead. You followed her lead and began to leave heated love bites along Shoko’s narrow shoulder.

Gojo unexpectedly flipped Shoko over on her back, all while staying lodged inside her. He slid her body underneath yours, so her face was below your boobs.

“There, now you keep each other busy while Suguru and I do some rearranging,” Satoru grunted huskily, this was something he defiantly wanted to see.

He didn’t have to tell the both of you twice. You leaned down to engulf Shoko’s perky nipple in your mouth. You felt her do the same to you, she even reached up to softly grope your other breast. Her warm wet tongue felt amazing on your sensitive bud. She then began to switch between the two, licking and kissing your soft squishy skin. You copied her swift technique of swapping between her breasts. She smelt ravishing, you could just eat her up, literally!

Gojo and Geto watched in awe while the both of you sucked on each other’s tits as if your lives depended on it. They felt incredibly lucky to whiteness such sultry acts between you two. Satoru couldn’t help but break the distance between him and Suguru and kissed him roughly, while he fucked himself into Shoko.

Suguru gripped the crease where your hips met your thighs and began to ram himself deep inside you with powerful thrusts. His toned pelvis met your bubbly ass cheeks with loud claps.

You felt Geto’s large hand sneak off your waist and down between your legs. His fingers roughly rubbed fast circles across your swollen clit. Your breath hitched and small gasps of approval fell from your lips.

“You feel, mmh, so sacred Y/n,” Geto grunted from behind your bouncing body. Your slick cunt gladly welcomed Suguru with each powerful thrust. “But I think it’s time we switch, I know Satoru would like to have a go at you.”

“Mmh-Kay.” You hummed in understanding.

Geto was right, as soon as he pulled out of you, Gojo was already on his knees beside him. Ready to finish the deed, Shoko was back on all fours and Satoru hastily maneuvered your body so you were on your back now.

“There, good girl. Wrap your legs around my waist.” Gojo purred lowly, his handsome face looked down at your willing body with a sly smirk. You obediently trapped him in between your legs and pulled his toned waist close to your desperate cunt, slick with anticipation.

Satoru rubbed the head of his massive dick against your wet clit. “Ready?”

“Yea-yes!” You whimpered, mid-word because Gojo shoved himself into you balls deep. His lengthy rod filled you up completely. Shoko’s juices made Gojo’s dick nice and slippery, so he could fuck your pussy almost immediately. He set into a viscous rhythm of pounding his dick into you.

Gojo looked down at you with a wicked smile and a wild look in his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

He then shoved your body underneath Shoko’s, you knew what to do and began to suckle on her bouncing boobs. Shoko also returned the favor and bent down to latch onto yours. Geto was fucking her rather roughly and her whole body shook vigorously. Satoru was picking up pace as well, with each thrust from his pounding length, your pussy welcomed him with a wet and tight squeeze.

You felt Satoru’s grip on your waist grow a bit more firm, but he removed both of his hands and hoisted your legs over his shoulders. He shoved your body further down below Shoko’s. From this angle, you could see Geto’s girthy dick penetrating her pretty pussy perfectly. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you and you swiped your tongue over her sensitive clit.

A moan of approval fell from her lips as you zigzagged your tongue over her nub. You could taste her sweet arousal, she was incredibly wet. Shoko lowered her head down to your cunt and returned the oral favor. She sucked on your clit while fluttering her tongue on it at the same time.

Geto abruptly pulled out of her and pointed his rod towards your lips. You welcomed him down your tight throat. “Yeah babe, just like that.” Suguru hummed in delight. He then removed himself from your throat and continued to plow into Shoko.

Satoru also took advantage of having Shoko’s face near your crotches and fed his dick to her. “Good girl.” He groaned out while Shoko deep-throated him. Gojo humped her face a bit too roughly which caused her to cough in response.

“Fuck y-” Shoko hissed but was cut off when Satoru shoved himself back into her mouth. All she could do was shoot him a spiteful glare.

Gojo abruptly pulled out from her damp mouth and plunged back into you with a pleasured sigh. He slid into you effortlessly thanks to Shoko lubricating his rod with her saliva. As his dick stretched your little wet cunt, you could feel your orgasm bubbling to the surface. He filled you up in just the right way. His hips rammed into yours powerfully, while his speed increased. Breathy moans came out from you that sounded like music to everyone’s ears. Shoko’s teasing tongue on your clit made your release rise even faster to the surface.

You didn’t have to say that you were close, Gojo could feel how close you were. Your walls began to twitch around his plunging dick, beckoning him even deeper inside of you. You could tell that Shoko was on the edge as well, her moans became more frequent and her saturated pussy was dripping onto your lips like raindrops.

Shoko made an adorable little moan when Suguru began to hit that spot in her just right. Her warm honey brown eyes rolled into the back of her head as she released herself all over his dick. This caused Geto to lose himself rather quickly and shot his cum inside of her with a godly hiss of pleasure. You couldn’t hold back any longer either, your pussy clamped down on Satoru’s rod as he relentlessly plowed you. Your orgasm shook you to your core and you drenched his cock with your divine juices. Gojo was sent over the edge when he felt your hot waterfall of cum envelope him, he shot his copious amount of seed deep inside you. He made sure to empty himself in you completely, claiming your cunt as his.

Once everyone regained their senses after experiencing each of their climaxes, Satoru slowly removed himself from you. Suguru pulled out of Shoko’s cunt from above you, and droplets of a mixture of their cum fell onto your face. The hot liquid fell onto your cheek and rolled down to your lips. A dirty thought popped into your mind and you reached up to grab Shoko’s thighs.

“Turn around so I can’t clean you up.” You purred seductively while eyeing her glistening lips with an insatiable hunger.

Shoko did as she was told and swiftly repositioned herself onto your awaiting mouth. She looked down at you with her signature grin, her beauty mark raised closer to her chestnut brown eye. She lowered her slippery pussy down to your hungry mouth. You wrapped your lips around her slick folds, you could immediately taste her sweet arousal and Geto’s salty cum. The combination of their flavors was like a special and unique flavor that you had the pleasure of eating.

With Shoko on her knees, Satoru quickly adjusted her body so she could lean down clean off his dick. Gojo laid on the floor at an angle, so Geto could join in on the fun. Suguru saw his opening and lowered his face to your cream-filled cunt. He made sure to bring his long-spent cock over to Satoru’s lips in the process. Gojo welcomed his dick into his mouth and sucked him off graciously. He was able to taste your sweet and subtle flavor on his rod along with the mixture of Suguru’s cum.

The four of you licked, sucked, and cleaned each other privates with great enthusiasm. A beautiful symphony of moans and groans filled the room while each of you enjoyed your special snacks.

You scooped your tongue into Shoko’s pussy, earning a burst of Suguru’s cum to fall on your awaiting mouth. You slurped up his cream, enjoying the taste. Shoko loved how your fluttering tongue felt while you cleaned her cunt out. Shoko gave Satoru’s rod loving licks, she made sure to even clean off his balls with her mouth. She enjoyed the way Satoru’s cock stood up proudly while she licked off the sticky liquid that coated him. She loved that she could even taste you on him, which made her eager to clean him off.

Gojo had Geto’s dick lodged down his throat, his mouth salivating uncontrollably around his thick rod. Suguru groaned quietly at the welcoming wet squeeze of Gojo’s throat. Satoru felt that he should be the one to clean off Geto since he let Gojo throat fuck him earlier.

Suguru ate the juice from your pussy ravenously, he swiveled his tongue deep inside you in order to get to Gojo’s cum in your sweet center. Suguru enjoyed your cunt as if he was eating a cream pie. Some of Satoru’s cum had dribbled down your thighs, and Geto made sure to lick and kiss that trail away.

Soon enough, everyone’s genitals were free of slick cum. Your clean privates were shiny from wet saliva. Shoko gingerly removed herself from your face, while Geto got up as well. Suguru helped you up with a kind smile.

“I’m thinking we should head to the bedroom for some rest,” Geto murmured, pressing his lips onto your forehead fondly.

“Good idea, I call cuddling with Y/n!” Shoko raised her hand in the air adorably, her boobs jiggled in the air.

“Then I call cuddling Y/n from her other side!” Gojo announced playfully, raising his hand just like Shoko did.

“If that’s the case, then I call cuddling her too,” Suguru added with a dashing smirk.

Moments later you found yourself in Gojo’s king-sized bed. Satoru held you possessively on the right side of your body, while Suguru caressed you lovingly from your left. Shoko nestled herself on top of you, her face burrowed into your supple breasts.

Everyone was spent, and the effects of the alcohol were gradually wearing off. Suguru’s strong bicep made an excellent neck rest for you, while Satoru's arms wrapped around your waist were quite soothing. Shoko’s slender legs were tangled with yours and her breath became more relaxed. Sleep was going to overtake everyone shortly.

As you were about to drift off into sweet slumber, you overheard Satoru whisper. “We should play would you rather, more often.”

Which earned a sleepy chuckle from Suguru.

“Agreed.”

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