#not-geto i like you but yuki is doing the right thing

[iris-nonsense]

Yuki has the only valid reaction to a villain explaining their plan

[kurooh]

DOUBLE FANTASY ★ JUJUTSU KAISEN

⊹₊˚. featuring threesomes with gojo satoru + geto suguru, nanami kento + higuruma hiromi, shiu kong + fushiguro toji, tsukumo yuki + kamo choso.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, threesomes, oral [m&f rec], spit roasting, double penetration, some degradation, choking, rough sex, squirting, sharing a cigarette, spit, clit slaps. | 4.5K words of FILTH

xoxo, juno. comment & rb if you enjoyed <3 !

GOJO & GETO.

perhaps letting your two roommates take care of you after a messy breakup wasn’t a good idea—or is it? less than an hour ago, you’d come home sobbing, cheeks wet with tears and eyes puffy.

satoru and suguru had pulled you into a tight hug, internally thankful you’d broken things off with that asshole (they’d hated when he would come around) but also sympathetic towards you. it was a tough choice, which was then promptly celebrated over margaritas and shots on the couch. one thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were pressed flush against suguru’s strong chest, body sweltering with need hotter than a fire.

“s-sugu, i don’t think you can both fit inside.”

“not with that attitude, sweetheart,” suguru murmurs, hands settling on your hips as he places a small kiss to your cheek. “come now, anything’s possible if you believe in it.”

“bleh, you sound like confucius,” satoru fake gags dramatically, lining his cock up with his best friend’s. their sticky tips prod at your folds, and your heart races faster, rattling around in your ribcage so loudly you can hear it in your ears. although you’re a little nervous, the alcohol you’ve had helps to take the edge away; you impatiently wiggle your hips forward.

“i’m sorry . . ? do you even know who confucius is?” suguru asks incredulously, flicking his bangs to the side with a jerk of his head.

“i’ve seen you read enough of—”

“don’t do this right now,” you plead, voice whiny. “just fuck me already.”

“now, honey. you’ll have plenty of time to slut yourself out for us, don’t you worry.”

“nah, she’s right,” satoru quips, wrapping his hand around their cocks. suguru inhales sharply, unintentionally jerking his hips forward for more. “you ready for us, babe?”

you nod weakly, and the three of you moan in unison as satoru pushes their cocks inside you. it’s slow at first, but the stretch is one that you’ll remember for a lifetime—the burn of being split open on two cocks melts into something euphoric as each inch passes your entrance. satoru groans hungrily, his head falling back. snowy tufts of hair obscure his diamond blue eyes that he tightly squeezes shut, and a huff of breath leaves his lips.

suguru kisses your jaw, fingers trailing along the slopes of your body before finally sweeping over the delicate skin of your throat. you breath hitches when he whispers into your ear: “we’d always hear you begging to be choked harder. don’t you remember that, satoru?”

“hngh, yeah,” he swallows hard at the memory—he and his best friend always heard everything through those paper thin walls. they’d heard your dissatisfaction and vowed to satiate you someday. “and you’d always be going deeper, deeper!”

your cheeks burn with embarrassment. had your roommates really heard everything? how did they face you so easily in the morning after being kept awake each night?

“we’ll give you everything, sweetheart.”

suguru squeezes your throat experimentally, and the corners of his lips lift when you release a moan you’d been holding back for far too long. he and his best friend slowly start to move, rocking their hips into you and developing a smooth tempo.

“both of you are so fucking big,” you mewl, back bowing off of suguru’s chest. they’re filling you up and stretching you out and just as you think it can’t get any better, satoru’s nimble fingers wander to your clit. he curiously toys with it, eyes darkening lustfully once you react how he’d been hoping you would.

“perfect size just for you,” suguru coos, yanking you down by the throat. “satoru, spank her a little.”

he obliges, reading his best friend’s mind easily—a stinging slap lands on your clit, sending prickling shocks of pleasure through your body. the tips of their cocks kiss your cervix, pushing so deep you can’t seem to breathe. satoru gifts your swollen, sensitive clit with slap after slap; the force behind each one only increases until you’re crying freely.

but you’re not begging him to stop, you’re begging him for more.

“god, i always knew you were a fucking slut,” satoru chokes out, pausing to lick some of your slick off his palm. your stomach flips around at the simple action, something hot flashing through you when he closes his eyes momentarily and savors the taste. “finally . . got you to myself.”

then he looks at suguru, who rolls his eyes. “well, for the most part.”

“no need to sound so excited,” he deadpans, huffing beneath you. “as if you’d fuck any better than that damn ex boyfriend.”

satoru scoffs in disbelief, slapping your clit with renewed strength. his hips are still moving, still burying his cock and suguru’s inside you deeper. they’ve got you entirely stuffed—maybe this would be better than some turkey on thanksgiving. your clit throbs with each punishing slap, but your eyes still roll back each time. while they bicker, your oxygen deprived brain spins with arousal and tipsiness. you shudder, going still and barely even managing to warn them of what’s about to happen.

“fuck, i’m gonna—‘m cumming,” you sob, sounding fragile just before you’re about to break. flashes of heat chase their way through you, until they finally explode out of you, in the form of a soaking orgasm. out of patterned habit, satoru’s palm smacks your puffy clit, which only prolongs your intoxicating high further. the intense contractions inadvertently push their cocks a few inches out of you, and your cum splashes on their skin, eliciting pleased groans from them both.

“baby, did you just—”

“she did, satoru,” suguru confirms, biting back a moan.

“i don’t even—i don’t know what happened,” you pant, hissing when someone’s tip bumps against your twitching clit.

“‘s called squirting,” satoru supplies, entranced as he stares at your messy cunt. a mixture of slick and cum coats your inner thighs, and he can’t help but swipe a finger across your skin and then stick it into his mouth. he releases it with a pop, and eyes suguru knowingly.

his voice is now raspy, thick with desire. “let’s make it happen again, sweetheart. we can take turns, of course. but my face comes before satoru’s.”

NANAMI & HIGURUMA.

the smooth oak wood surface of higuruma’s desk is littered with papers hastily swept to the side, and the fabric of your skirt fans out over a few of them. pens and other stationary supplies are forgotten on the floor, along with your now wrinkled blouse.

“h-holy shit—‘romi, right there! just like that.”

“one can only hope that this’ll be enough luck to carry us through the trial,” higuruma grunts, nails digging crescent shaped indents into the fat of your ass. he’s gripping you tightly, chest heaving rapidly as he vigorously fucks his cock deeper.

“ah, hiromi,” nanami huffs, pushing a few stray hairs away from his forehead. they’d escaped their neatly gelled place on his head when the three of you had rushed into higuruma’s office to discuss the final procedures before your trial. “don’t be a downer . . . this is more than lucky. we’ll win, of course.”

you sob, clawing at higuruma’s shoulders. he’d discarded his suit jacket long ago, carefully folded it on one of his bookshelves so as not to ruin the cuffs and smoothness of the fabric. now, he’s rolled the sleeves of his white shirt all the way up to his elbows, and his loosened black tie swings in your face with each of his thrusts.

“wait, hiromi,” your clammy hand pushes against his stomach insistently, “s-slow down, it’s too much, i—”

higuruma looks toward nanami for instruction, and the latter simply pauses stroking his cock. he stands, pushing back the spinning chair he’d been sitting on, and steps toward the edge of the desk. a sheen of sweat covers your forehead and disrupts the smoothness of your makeup, but nanami doesn’t take much pity on you—instead, he lightly slaps your cheek.

“need me to show you too much, angel?” his voice is low and dark, words laced with a throaty rasp that has your pussy squeezing higuruma’s cock. nanami’s eyebrow raises as he pushes your thighs apart to take a look at the mess between them.

“seems to me like she wants you to,” higuruma nods toward your pussy, then loosens his tie and collar further. “after my turn, of course.”

nanami grunts in agreement, settling on the edge of the desk beside your head instead of the chair. the desk creaks weakly from the newly added weight, and for a moment the idea of it collapsing beneath the three of you crosses your mind. higuruma snaps his hips forward, unconsciously licking the sweat away from his upper lip when he starts up.

your hand lamely pushes against his stomach again, but he shakes his head and nanami reacts immediately, intertwining his fingers with yours and slamming your hand down on the wood. whimpers leave your lips and the air is punched out of your lungs with each of higuruma’s strong thrusts; he’s so deep you can practically feel him in your chest.

“ken, i need—my clit,” you gasp, back bowing off the desk fruitlessly. your hips twist and jerk away from higuruma’s cock, for fear of being split open. “touch my clit, i need to cum—”

nanami slaps your cheek again, and your eyes roll back at the penalizing sting. “hiromi, you hear that? she wants to cum.” he mocks your words, then turns back to you, hazel eyes burning holes into your own. “and how do good girls ask to cum, baby? certainly not the way you just did.”

“‘m sorry,” you mewl, and higuruma slaps your clit and makes you shudder. “p-please, i wanna cum for you—i’ve been a good girl!”

“hm, hiromi? you think she’s been a good girl?”

you look up at higuruma pleadingly, tears gathered in your lashes and sparkling in the light. you’ve got that blissed out and dumb look on your face, completely at peace with being thrown around and shared between them.

“sluts take it,” he groans, teeth sinking into his lower lip hard. he yanks your body closer, further bullying his cock inside you. “‘nd you’ve been running from me—isn’t that right, babygirl?”

nanami clicks his tongue, and pinches one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he looks down at you nicely, cheeks pink and hair mussed.

“maybe i’ll let you cum when it’s my turn,” he huffs, a small smile playing on his lips when you weakly moan his name as if he’ll give you permission. “for now, you’ll have to beg. now, go on and open wide, baby.”

the moment your lips part, nanami spits onto your tongue; he watches you expectantly and nodding in acceptance when you swallow, drunk on the taste of his peppermint gum.

“that’s right,” higuruma backs him up, looking down his nose at you expectantly. “speak now or forever hold your orgasm, sweetheart.”

TOJI & SHIU.

“so, princess, still up for lunch later?” shiu grunts around a chuckle, passing the lit cigarette to toji. the latter accepts it with a scoff, rolling his jade green eyes as he sticks it between his lips.

“yes,” you and toji answer at the same time, but your voice is muffled on shiu’s cock.

toji gifts your ass with a slap and exhales the smoke, handing the cigarette back to shiu with a glare. his once stagnant hips begin to move again, almost as if he’s rejuvenated from his little smoke break. shiu only laughs, cupping the crown of your head in order to ease his cock further down your throat.

“i’m surprised you’ve got the money for that, toji,” shiu teases, exhaling sharply when the tip of his cock bumps into your uvula and makes you gag. your throat constricts around his length and you let out a muffled whine in reaction to the stretch.

“you crazy or sum’n?” toji snaps, choosing to argue with his best friend while he’s balls deep inside you. his harsh thrusts make your pussy squelch, and shiu’s cum from earlier spills out onto the bedsheets below. “of course i’ve got the fuckin’ money for lunch, but you’re gonna be the one paying, dumbass.”

his fingers find your swollen clit and he pinches it, making you gasp around shiu’s cock. you choke, gagging so hard tears pool in your eyes—shiu strokes your head comfortingly as you pull off his cock, coughing hard.

“you okay, babygirl?” and he looks at toji disapprovingly, but he only continues to fuck you. the blunt head of his cock kisses your cervix lightly with each thrust, and when he feels like he’s not going deep enough, he lifts your hips to pull you back. “toji, that was mean.”

“mean . . ? shiu, my girl can fuckin’ handle it. ain’t that right, baby?” he looks to you for confirmation, quirking a brow while the scarred corner of his lip curves into a smirk.

this whole mess had started when you’d spent a night in with toji, watching movies and taking shots every now and then. you’d gotten drunk, swaying on your feet and giggling as you’d pointed to the tv screen dazedly.

“oh, toji, look! that guy looks like shiu!”

he could see the resemblance, and grunted, “damn, he does. ugly just like him too.”

“shiu isn’t ugly!” you jumped up drunkenly to defend his best friend’s appearance, waving your arms around dramatically. “he’s very good looking, actually.”

“oh, really? he doesn’t have any muscle, though.”

“toji, don’t be silly,” you laughed at your boyfriend, “‘course he does, it’s just under all those clothes of his. if he took ‘em off, you’d know what i mean!”

“so you got a crush on shiu?” toji asked in disbelief, his cheeks flaring a deeper pink as he took another vodka shot. “aw, i should let him know.”

one thing led to another, and shiu had come over for breakfast. then your little crush had gotten out, and a bet was placed—who could fuck you better? the condition for the loser was then set in place: whoever lost would buy lunch for the three of you without question.

“y-yeah, toji,” you mumble, forehead pressing into shiu’s pelvis weakly. he’d been the first to fuck you, and now it’s toji’s turn with your pussy—you’re sure you won’t walk smoothly ever again.

“can’t hear you,” toji taunts, lifting your hips and yanking you back onto his cock. the new angle forces him deeper, stretching your cunt out even further. “wanna repeat that for me, doll?”

“ngh, f-fuck,” you moan, eyes rolling back. his cock slams into that sweet, sensitive spot that’s deep inside you, and the tears that had been building in your eyes finally pour down your cheeks. the mascara and eye makeup you’d worn for the breakfast smears against shiu’s skin and makes messy tracks down your face. he curiously slips a finger beneath your chin to make you look up at him.

“aw, baby. i really can’t wait to hear who fucked you better . . . my back certainly wasn’t cracking as much as his is.”

“shut it, shiu,” toji groans, savoring the broken moans that freely leave your lips—gasping ah’s and whines that you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. “hand me the fuckin’ cig.”

shiu obliges, chuckling softly when he notices you pawing around his thighs in search of his cock. you whimper when you finally get his tip back in your mouth (with his guidance), slowly taking him in inch by inch. he groans, tossing his head back when he finally bumps into the back of your throat.

“m-mind if i fuck your mouth, doll face?” he asks, thighs twitching expectantly. a vein in toji’s forehead bulges at the way he steals his pet name for you.

you shake your head shyly, blinking slowly while toji fucks every single thought out of your head. he’s deliberately holding himself back so you’ll go dumb on his cock, unable to scream anything but his name. yes, this is how he’ll show shiu who can fuck—show him that you’re his girl, his doll face.

tendrils of smoke waft over your break before dissipating in the air as if they were never there. you shudder as toji’s fingers reach your clit, rubbing sloppy circles on the sensitive nub even though your hips rear away. you still haven’t recovered from the overstimulation shiu caused with both his tongue and fingers, but that’s okay. he’ll have you cumming on his cock regardless.

with a deep groan, shiu cups the back of your head to keep you steady, and he shoves his hips forward, his cock slamming far down your throat. you gag, but he’s merciless—doesn’t give you more than a second to breathe before he’s at it again, setting a brutal pace that matches toji’s.

“ugh, fuck—want ya to cum on this cock for me, doll,” he groans, starting to slap his fingers against your clit. your legs kick out in reaction, and you hump your hips back against his hand. toji’s fucked you so hard you can’t even feel shiu’s cum dripping out of you anymore; he’s seconds away from replacing it with his own thick load and having you hold it inside you during lunch.

you nod dumbly on shiu’s cock, starting to sob louder as your own orgasm hurtles toward you. the high is absolutely inescapable, and your watery eyes meet shiu’s when you tip your head up. to the best of his abilities, he’s sweetly talking you through it, his words jumbled although you manage to hear a few clearly.

“how ‘bout we all cum together?” he suggests, wiping a stray tear from your face with the pad of his thumb as if he wasn’t the one that caused it.

“whatever, just as long she does first,” toji warns, his husky voice carrying a tenderness that only you can hear. “got that, shiu?”

like a cheshire cat, he smiles in response, sticking the worn down cigarette between his lips. he takes a drag and thrusts as deeply as he can go before holding your head down at his pelvis. you can hear his quiet moan beneath the clapping of skin against skin and all the other noise; his cock shoots ribbons of white down your throat and he shudders when you swallow it all eagerly, looking up at him for more.

toji throbs against your cervix, and he grabs your asscheek in one of his hands to tug and slap at. “‘m gonna cum, shit . . . wouldn’t ever wanna cum outside of this pretty pussy.”

his fingers work your clit until you’re arching your back and crying out, gushing on toji’s cock with no end in sight. wetness sprays against his pelvis and abs, and he groans, fucking you through it.

“such a mess, doll,” he groans, slipping a hand around your throat and pulling you off shiu’s cock. he instead pins you against his muscular chest, looking over your shoulder through hooded eyes at shiu, who hasn’t gone soft yet. “fuckin’ love it, though.”

toji places a few wet kisses to your neck, moving close to your ear. “so, doll face? where’s lunch gonna be? shiu’s treat, of course.”

YUKI & CHOSO.

“c’mon, you don’t really plan to just sit and watch us, do you?” yuki pushes her blonde bangs away from her forehead with an enchanting smile playing on her lips. she playfully tilts her head to the side, eyeing choso and his seated form.

“well, i . . . you said you’d teach me,” he offers lamely, his reddened cheeks only darkening. he catches your eyes on him too and awkwardly crosses his legs, trying to hide the tent in his pants.

when you’d finally had enough of your boyfriend’s ineducable inexperience, you’d decided to bite the bullet and ask your best friend. yuki had been receptive from the start, her eyes gleaming while you’d explained the situation to a willing choso.

“oh, you won’t learn anything from over there,” she laughs, waving him over to the empty space beside her on the bed. “y’know, sex is pretty hands on.”

choso settles beside her, and the bedframe creaks as it accommodates the new weight. his fingers are trembling as they brush over the tender skin of your inner thighs, and his eyes widen when they come close to your dripping pussy. slick is smeared all over your skin and shining in the low light, utterly enticing to the both of them.

yuki spreads your legs further, and you draw in a sharp breath, lower lip slipping between your teeth.

“come closer,” she coos, pointing at your clit with a smirk. “that’s her clit . . . ‘s the secret to the female orgasm, choso. go on, give her a lick.”

without question, choso adjusts himself so he’s on his stomach, and he experimentally licks your clit. his silky tongue is flexed and nervous, dipping down further to taste the wetness trickling from your slit.

“f-fuck, choso,” you cry, insides lurching deliciously at the feeling. one look at yuki—her cheeks are colored pink, tongue unconsciously darting out occasionally to sweep over her lower lip—and another at choso, whose movements are gradually becoming more insistent, has a sweltering heat coiling deep in your stomach.

your hips jerk forward, pelvic bone nearly nailing him in the bridge of his nose, and choso’s head rears back in concern. “‘m sorry, are you—”

“our girl’s loving it,” yuki hisses, not even missing a beat as she cups the crown of his head, manicured nails digging into your boyfriend’s scalp as she forces his head back down. he doesn’t resist, letting out a muffled moan when his face lands directly in your pussy. slick smears across the lower half of his face and he feels the saliva pool on his tongue from how hungry he is.

choso’s nose bumps into your swollen clit, and a pitched whine tears from your throat. “need—i need more, please,” yuki settles onto her stomach beside choso, palm leaving his head. her fingers impatiently push past his chin, stroking lightly against your dripping pussy, and she quietly moans in delight.

you watch slack jawed as yuki pushes her fingers into her mouth, and her eyes squeeze shut. her hips grind against the bed, sheets rustling softly beneath her body. choso’s too caught up to notice, dark strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“cho—ah, shit—use your fingers, baby.”

your boyfriend obliges obediently, carefully pushing his fingers inside you and tugging back to let yuki take over with her mouth.

that heat inside you ignites into an inferno the second her mouth finds your clit. her lips lightly wrap around it and her tongue sweeps over the swollen bud; to tease you a little further, she lets her teeth occasionally nibble at it.

“this what you wanted?” choso pants, voice lilting curiously as his eyes rake over your body. he’s always been rather shameless when it comes to looking you over, but after this, he’ll finally be able to back it up with a hundred percent. the heave of your chest and parting of your bitten lips is enough of an answer, but he wants to hear it from you. his fingers curl inside you, pressing into a spot that scratches the unbearable itch in your brain perfectly.

“y-yes, cho!” and you’ve got stars in your eyes, feeling an unfamiliar pressure straining in your lower abdomen. “wanna—wanna cum on your face, please.”

“you heard her,” yuki quirks a brow, thumb working your clit in place of her tongue. she’s got a wildness in her eyes, with the lower half of her face sticky like choso’s. “let’s make our pretty girl cum together, hm?”

choso flushes all the way to his neck but nods, his two fingers pushing deeply over and over. a small sting accommodates the stretch, but is quickly forgotten when their faces push against one another’s in their rush for a taste. your slick is sweet like ambrosia, and they’re far too greedy to take turns with your cunt.

your clammy fingers push into yuki’s flowing tresses, while your other hand cups the crown of choso’s head and pushes him impossibly closer. her moans are softer than his as she finds your clit again, licking desperately, almost as if she’s begging you to cum.

meanwhile, choso places a hand above your pelvic bone, palm pressing into the soft skin—you’d mentioned that fingering wasn’t fingering without that small detail and he hasn’t forgotten it since—and it’s becoming difficult to breathe without panting. whiny moans fill the spaces in between your babbled words of bliss, and yuki knows that she won’t be able to get enough of you once this is over.

“ooh, fuck,” you sob, nearly choking on your words when your back uncontrollably arches off the bed. your fingers tighten in her hair and your nails scratch against choso’s scalp, making a mess of his once neatly tied buns. “yuki, ‘m so close, can’t hold it—”

she’d known what had been coming the moment you’d asked for choso’s fingers. she’s unable to stop herself from smiling against your clit, and choso’s tongue bumps into her own as he fights for a piece of you too. he’d initially been all for this so he could learn how to make you tick, what you really meant when you’d beg for his mouth.

his skin is hot as it pushes against hers, their cheeks puffing up a little as they fight for dominance over your clit. they’re shaking their heads all too much, and choso’s grunting while yuki does too, sending vibrations through your already sensitive clit. that pressure burns through your body, and your legs begin to tremble on either side of them as it grows more intense.

“hmph—cum for us, pretty girl.”

similarly, choso tugs away for a moment and lets out a huff, pressing down hard while his fingertips push into your sweet spot, “let us taste it, baby.”

their simple words do the trick, and with a gasp, your pussy begins to gush waterfalls right onto their faces. yuki eagerly slurps up the slick and cum from your cunt, with no regard for the way it’s still fluttering sensitively. choso barely gets a taste, only getting the tip of his tongue wet, and he pulls back with an annoyed scoff.

“yuki, that’s—”

“y-yuki!” you interrupt, voice breaking as you pathetically try to writhe away from her. with choso sitting back, she’s able to grab you by the hips and drag you close, insistently licking you through the dizzying high. “‘s too much, wait—choso!”

“yuki,” he scolds with a shake of his head, but makes no move to pull her away. honestly, if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to. “that’s no fair, i didn’t even get a taste. and she’s my girl.” choso’s words are pointed and a little whiny, and yuki just rolls her eyes.

“then come here ‘n try again. just look at her, she’s dying for more . . aren’t ya, pretty?”

[kamitv]

▷ Holiday Headcanons

Synopsis . Things your jjk partner does during the holidays! / Pairings . (Separate) Gojo x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Sukuna x f!reader, Ino x f!reader, Yuki x f!reader, Shoko x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, established relationships, modern au, fluff, creampies, soft sex, rough sex, filth, breeding, bondage, choking, oral sex, praise, dirty talk, sfw content, etc . / wc . idk ngl...!

A/N: Merry Christmas Ladies & Gentlemen! This isn’t proofread so please excuse any errors. Thank you guys sm for 7k on this account!! I hope you all have a wonderful day/night!! <33 [MDNI]

❅ Gojo Satoru

NSFW

Who's first present to you comes early in the morning at the ass crack of dawn, consisting of his warm breath caressing the shell of your ear as he rasps a needy plead—aching to get a taste of you to start his Christmas off "properly."

Naturally, you let Gojo get what he wants since that’s one less gift you have to worry about. That, and it’s a gift that just keeps on giving because as soon as he’s settled in between your legs, he’s smiling from ear to ear and swallowing down the drool that threatens to spill past his eager lips.

And when he finally latches that heavenly mouth of his onto you? Oh it’s over. He’s so glad he woke up early for this because nothing could pull him away from the honeyed slick of your cunt at this very moment—not even the perfectly wrapped presents awaiting the two of you just out in your shared living room.

Part of what has him so feral once his tongue is on you is probably the lacy festive blue panties you decided to sleep with. They match his eyes and there’s this pretty bow in the center… unfortunately, he was too caught up on trying to get your pussy against his tongue to admire the fabric longer. Now the garment lays in tatters just a few inches away from your quivering legs that dangle so prettily over his shoulders.

SFW

Had a snowball fight with you seconds after the first speck of white came falling from the sky.

Who spent weeks making sure that every inch of your shared home was adorned in pretty festive decorations.

Has literally bought you all that you couldn't think of and more for the special day. Gift after gift awaits you in that overly decorated living room of yours.

Adores this day and season because he has another excuse to spoil the fuck out of you. It’s no big deal that he bought you a vacation home or two… right? And the three vehicles he purchased were only necessary since you’d mentioned how much you liked them one time (around six months ago or something—not that he kept track or anything…) as the model drove by…

❅ Geto Suguru

NSFW

With Suguru, it’s actually you who’s extra freaky around Christmas. Sure, you love the festivities and everything but what/who do you love even more than that? Your husband. Or, more specifically, the thick cock he gifts you with all year long.

How could you not spend Christmas night with Geto’s dick sliding in and out of your mouth—having told him some measly excuse about how the mistletoe is hanging in the back of your throat this year and there’s only one way to share a kiss beneath it properly..!

Your glossy eyes remain up on his darkened purple ones and he looks so fucking grateful to have you. Geto stands with parted lips and bated breath as he watches you use that slutty mouth of yours to worship every inch of his pretty cock. You’ve got drool and spit dripping all down your chin but you don’t seem to have a care in the world. Hell, you probably don’t even have a thought in that cockdrunk head of yours right now either.

Geto even tries to pull himself out of your mouth (so he can catch a small break) only for you to let off a needy whine of his name and chase after him—latching your lips and tongue onto his oh-so-sensitive drooling tip just to suckle on him like you can’t function properly without his cock resting against your lips (and hey, maybe you can’t).

SFW

Impresses your parents on Christmas day flawlessly with the most perfect gifts for them (he unintentionally outdoes your gifts).

Spoils you like crazy with more than just gifts by being at your beck and call a bit more than usual. He’s always attentive but on Christmas he seems to he even moreso than normal.

Who lets you style his hair however you want with ribbons and bows while actively wearing a poorly made Christmas sweater the two of you made the year prior to the current.

Loves playing Christmas themed games with you because they remind him of playing games with Satoru (who occasionally joins the two of you around this time). You’re just as competitive as he is and even the most simple games turn into full on competitive events between the two of you.

❅ Toji Fushiguro

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It’s not until Christmas night that you get your real present from Mr. Fushiguro, your doting husband of God knows how many years now.

Watching you care and love on Megumi and Tsumiki all day was just the push he needed to later want to fuck yet another child into that gorgeous body of yours.

It started off as him being all soft with you, giving you that big bear hug from behind as he murmured into your ear—asking you if you enjoyed this year’s Christmas ‘n whatnot… only to lead to him casually suggesting that you two make the family a bit larger. Later rasping into your ear again, this time while you’re folded into a mind-numbing mating press, about how it’s time to give you your last present of the day.

His cock is throbbing more than normal too, whole body tense with a coarse mix of lust and love that he has for you. Oh how he could never truly get over the sight of you all under him like this with your eyes flickering back, nails clawing against his skin, and sweet softened moans of his name spilling from your lips.

It’s not long before the headboard is making not-so-subtle taps against the wall as he loses himself within the warm gushing depths of your cunt, fat cockhead only swelling more and more when you have the gall to utter the words, “Y-Yeah.. hnngh, fuck another b-baby into me, Toji,” And who ever is he to deny you of such a request?

SFW

Spends most of the day trying to bite back his smile as he watched his two kids open presents you bought for them. Their eyes light up with each gift and Toji’s poor heart only flutters with that uncomfortable warmth of love he can never quite get used to.

Keeps his best poker face on when Tsumiki and Megumi give him a gift. Toji tries to act like the little family drawing the two kids made doesn’t mean anything to him, going as far as laughing at how wonky the artwork is and everything but… the drawing is stuck onto the fridge the very second after the kids turn their head away from him and if anyone paid close enough attention to the big softie—they would’ve spotted his eyes glossing over ever so slightly.

You always get him the best gifts. Or at least, that’s what Toji tells you. Whether it be cologne or simply just a plate of Christmas breakfast in the morning—the man swears his wife outdoes herself every year. What would he do without you?

Doesn’t care too much for the snow but seeing you build snowmen and make snow-angels with his kids will always make him stand out in the crisp cold air for moments longer than he normally ever would. Usually with a hot cup of coffee in his hand, standing all mysteriously and brooding by the front door of your shared home as he watches you three run around and make fools of yourself—anyone who looks at him at the right second would catch a little grin quirking against those scared lips of his.

❅ Sukuna Ryomen

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As soon as the clock strikes twelve and Christmas has hit, he’s grabbing every red ribbon of fabric in the vicinity and wrapping his most important present (you) up to his liking.

Sukuna just loves seeing you tied up, especially on Christmas Day. One year he had your arms box-tied at your arched back as your cheeks were buried down into the sheets and his rough tattooed hands scaled along each exposed sliver of your skin. You were, quite literally, his prettiest present every year.

Sometimes you surprised him and tied yourself up in a new way—the sight never once failing to make his cock spring up. Oh and when he fucks you while you’re all tied up? He loses his mind every single time. Which is part of why he doesn’t do this all year long.

Christmas is the only day of the year where he really goes above and beyond with the whole bondage thing. Truth be told, seeing your fingers wiggle for touch and your body twitching for a moment of release as he fucks you to tears is one of his biggest and sole weaknesses in the world. It’s so sexy—especially with the cries of his name that follows along with the pleasing for him to let you touch his body.

Oh, and don’t even get him started on the way you always try wiggling away from him while your limbs are bound, no matter the position. The face you make, the way your cunt spasms—you do it every single time you’re about to cum for the nth time and it drives him fucking insane. Suddenly he can’t help but bully his angry cock into that sensitive sappy spot inside you that you’re so desperately trying to pull away from…

SFW

Definitely dresses up as the Grinch just to terrorize his child nephew, Yuji—who he knows you adore more than anything.

Yeah, you thought it was odd when you woke up on Christmas morning and your husband was nowhere to be found but when you made your way downstairs alongside a five or six year old Yuji to get the morning started… here comes your husband dressed in that iconic furred green suit and red coat—invoking a shriek from the poor boy beside you as he watched his uncle snatch up all the presents from beneath the Christmas tree.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or scold the man in the moment but either way, the event was memorable nonetheless. In Sukuna’s mind, nothing will ever beat the widening of your eyes and the dramatics that brat beside you displayed over some toys being snatched up.

He’ll never ever say it out loud to anyone aside from you but, he actually quite enjoys Christmas. Or, he has enjoyed it ever since you made him watch The Grinch—hence his antics surrounding the character. Hell, his first comment about that movie was something along the lines of, “Hah. I like the way this guy thinks already.”

Mind you, you were barely even half an hour in.

❅ Ino Takuma

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On Christmas, it’s just you and him this year so… after all the literal gifts have been opened and all the sweet things have been exchanged……. Ino’s offering his body to you entirely.

Mid-day, you swear you left him in your bedroom for hardly even five minutes only to return to his legs sprawled apart and his hard cock exposed & decorated with a cute bow wrapped around his hefty base. Then his hands are tied behind his back—part of you wondering how he even managed to do that in such a short period of time..

His brown hair is all tousled and his breathing is unsteady already. You’ve seen and felt every inch of him time and time before but offering himself ip to you like this was oh so embarrassing for the poor man. The instant your eyes fall onto his cock, his tip leaks in a messy slip of pre.

Ino can only take a deep breath and try to work up his confidence just to weigh his head to the side and lift a brow, “Well, baby? Merry Christmas. Come unwrap your final present…”

SFW

Ino loves going out with you durning the holiday season. Especially ice skating—even if you’re good or bad at it, he loves being out there on the ice with you.

Something about laughing in the cold until your cheeks burn makes his heart throb within his chest. Ino loves spending this season with you because he swears every small moment feels like a movie when he’s with you.

He definitely still leaves out cookies and milk for Santa and will debate with you for hours on end about how the guy is 100% real.

Goes, “Aww, babbyyyyy..” to literally each and every single gift you give him, soon followed by a sweet, “You didn’t have to get this for mee..!” He’s not ungrateful or anything but, even though you’re his girlfriend of like two years now, he’ll never quite get used to receiving gifts from you & he’s too damn humble for his own good.

❅ Yuki Tsukumo

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You make the ‘mistake’ of gifting her a strap for Christmas and she makes good use of it that same night.

Practically every position you can imagine & be stretched into—she’s got you in. You always knew your girlfriend had some mean hips on her but when she’s got this lengthy cock strapped onto those hips and she just working the thick ‘n hard inches of the plastic inside you at a brutal pace, you can’t even breathe properly enough to respond to her little comments of, “Aw, look at my girll… takin’ all of me so well, aren’t you pretty?”

Teasing you too with huffs of, “This is the best gift ever, cutie. I mean, hah..” She’d flash that knowing sexy grin of hers, “Jus’ look at this pussy—I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this wet before.”

You’re not too sure if you regret the purchase or if it’s the best thing you’ve ever bought for the woman but either way; in return for buying her that damn strap, Yuki gifts you with the meanest backshots not too long after opening her gift. She’s gotta make sure it works, right?

Hand around your throat, tipping your head back, lustful eye contact, heavy pants of your name, and praises pouring from her blush pink lips—Yuki’s probably never letting this gift go to waste.

SFW

She’s competitive so around this time of year, any winter spot imaginable… you’re playing or participating in with her (and probably losing).

Who loves making snow angels with you and then comparing the sized of the two, making fun of yours even if it were only the slightest bit smaller than her own.

Goes on these insane morning runs with shorts on ‘n everything. You find her bizarre for it and almost died the one time she’d convinced you to go on one with her.

Both of you would definitely give each other the same number of gifts literally every year. It’s always unintentional and completely coincidental but for whatever reason, if you got ten gifts: she got ten. If she got thirty, you got thirty. Even if you got one, she somehow got one as well. It’s silly but it keeps happening and both of you assume it’s the world’s way of telling you you’re perfect for one another.

❅ Shoko Ieiri

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Ties a bow around her middle and ring finger and gives you this smirk that leads to literally everything else.

It’d be after gifts have been opened and stories have been shared that she’s out by the fireplace with you, knuckle deep in your cunt as your sweet slick trickles down her slender fingers and coats the fabric she has around her digits.

Who doesn’t ever get tired of fingering you and never ever fails to amaze you because somehow her hands never seem to cramp up on her (or maybe that’s just from the years she spent with you but who knows..).

Once she’s satisfied with getting you off numerous times, Shoko will tell you that there’s another bow she wants you to find. That’s how you end up in between her pretty legs, tugging a lacey red bow that was tired around her upper thigh down her leg. And from there, it’s only fair that you enjoy your Christmas dessert that’s presented so deliciously in front of you—especially when she takes those two fingers from earlier and spreads herself open for you. The drool from her cunt matches the drool from your lips—how cute.

SFW

Building snowmen with you is something she cant get enough of. Especially considering the time you both built one another and you’d given her a small stick to resemble the cigarette she’s always got lodged in between her lips.

Who loves going to new cafes with you around this time for whatever reason. Something about the cold just makes her want to try all sorts of different warm beverages and who better to go try these things with than her loving wife?

Goes on a Christmas movie marathon with you because your presence during movies alone is enough to make her heart flutter.

You got her a pack of cigarettes one year as a joke but she actually appreciated it more than you realized. This was earlier on in your relationship and that gift was part of what motivated her to want to quit smoking (well, that & she’d like to live by your side for as long as possible).

❅ Choso Kamo

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Fucking his cum into you for a few hours is as good as any other gift he’s given you, right? Especially after seeing how you are around his brothers—so kind and doting, you’d make the perfect mother.

Hence the incoherent mutters of Choso wanting you to have his child later that night. All you did was give him the lovestruck look when he suggested it and it was over from there. He couldn’t stop himself from bending you in all sorts of positions, angling his hips into you perfecting and moaning about how desperately he needs you to take everything he gives you.

Who can’t even think straight when you look him in the eyes and praise him for how good he’s funking you—not that this is new or anything… But then you started teasing him. “C’mon Cho, r-right there. Gimme one more, fuck me nice ‘n full—mmgh..” Oh, you were sure to be the cause of his death that night.

He sees white by the time he cums again, something he’ll later tease you about with a stupidly unserious comment of, “Guess we really did have a white Christmas after all, huh?”

SFW

It’s winter so whenever you two walk together, he takes your hand, holds it tightly, and then pulls it into his pocket as the two of you walk together.

Who kinda adores the snow and cold weather for the simple fact that it hides how much he blushes around you and gives him a new excuse to use.

Loves seeing the happy look on your fave when you open presents, it makes him fall for you even harder and all he wants to do is provide the whole world and more just to keep that expression on your face.

Spends most of the holiday with his brothers and majority of his paychecks around this time are blown on providing gifts for his siblings—many purchases made without even so much as a price check beforehand.

❅ Nanami Kento

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Cooking Christmas dinner ends up with you either bent over the counter or spread out on top of the counter every year. Nanami basically calls it tradition at this point. He just has to have you instead of focusing on finishing the meal set for Christmas day.

And what makes it so much better is that Nanami also uses this time to reveal how much he’s into food play. The man can’t help but want to lick some sort of frosting or cream (aside from his own) up off of your soft skin. Swearing everything tastes better when it’s eaten off of you.

Or, sometimes Nanami claims that pistoning his sharp hips into you while you’re bent over the counter helps him focus on reading the recipe to whatever he’s making. Apparently your moans keep him focused on the task at hand (literally) and each clench of your cunt around his thick shaft make his senses sharper (his words not mine…).

That, and there’s nothing more fun than leaving a cliche powdered handprint on the fat of your ass after a couple smacks in between his rough thrusts. You find his ability to multitask insane. He’s fucking your legs to complete mush and yet baking a cake at the same time like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Not to mention the way he’ll have you suck a taste test off of his fingers just to hear you moan out a stuttered response of how good it tastes.

SFW

Nanami is the best gift giver, naturally. Okay, yeah, you mentioned this item once as you were describing to him a dream you had like three years ago before the two of you were even together but who caresss, right? It’s not his fault he has such a sharp memory and has hung off of your every word for as long as he’s known you…

One thing your husband loves to do around this time is slow dance with you to some classical Christmas music. It feels sappy and sweet—swaying with the love of his life as joyful steady music flitters within the air.

He definitely cannot wait to have children with you because he sees the way your face lights up as you watch children durning the holidays. Their laughter is so pure and really brings the Christmas spirit into the hearts of anyone nearby.

Who doesn’t go crazy with decorations or anything but he will have one absurdly large tree with a ridiculous number of ornaments just because.

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New years’ kisses with the jjk guys <3 

Contains: au where everyone is happy and in love, hella fluff.

Gojo would make a couple of teasing comments, but on the inside, he’d be so thrilled that you looked over at him when the countdown started and everyone at the party began pairing up. He thought that telling a few stupid jokes would distract you from the fact that he’s definitely blushing. When the clock hits midnight and you kiss him, the fireworks that go off outside are nothing compared to the fireworks that he feels. He’d never tell you, but it was exactly how he imagined that his first kiss with you would go. Best night ever. Behind you, you hear your students, Yuuta and Maki, mutter, “Finally.” 

Geto would find you outside so he could call you back in to join everyone else, but you look so pretty and content watching the moon that he didn’t want to disturb you. You notice that he’s watching, so you invite him to sit with you. Right as you hear everyone back inside begin counting down, you feel him place his hand on top of yours. Your heart leaps in your chest when he tells you that he wanted to kiss you to start the new year on a good note. At first, you try to do what he came to do and head back to the party with him where your friends were, but he stops you and tells you that he changed his mind and would like to kiss you where it was quiet instead. Your very first kiss with him was right at midnight, underneath the serene light of the moon. 

Nanami loves kissing you at the start of the year. Even though you’ve been together for six years and have been married for four, you still feel butterflies whenever your husband comes to give you a kiss at midnight on January first. The kids are asleep, and the both of you are enjoying some quiet time on the couch, sipping wine and laughing about how excited and happy your kids were on christmas. He’d turn to you with a small, loving smile and gently kiss you, whispering, “Happy new year, my love,” near your lips. You smile in return and hug him close, careful not to spill your wine. “I love you so much,” you tell him, then pull back and clink your glass against his. “To another great year.”

Toji loves this part, because not only is his birthday on December 31st, he also gets to start the new year with you. Once Tsumiki and Megumi are asleep, you find him in the kitchen eating an extra slice of birthday cake, a little tipsy from the champagne you two had earlier. The sight is a perfect mixture of adorable and ridiculous. You wipe the frosting from the corner of his mouth and ask him if he had fun, and he looks towards the clock on the microwave. “Yeah,” he answers with a light smile. “And it’s about to get even better.” He pulls you in by your waist and gently kisses you, and you taste hints of champagne and cake. “Happy new year, pretty,” he says. “Thanks for makin’ life so special.” 

Choso would ask either Yuuji or Yuki for tips on how to ask you to be his new year’s kiss, because he’s a bit shy and doesn’t want to mess it up. When the minute countdown begins, Yuuji “accidentally” nudges you in his older brother’s direction. You knew what was up, and you wanted Choso to tell you directly. You stand in front of him with a knowing smile as he tries to form the right sentence, and finally, you reach for his hand and just nod. His shoulders slump in relief, and the smile that he gives you is the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. The countdown reaches ten seconds, and over the loud crowds, you hear Yuuji scream in desperation. “Just do it!! She’s right there!!” When midnight strikes, Choso leans in and kisses you. Both of you smile behind each other’s lips when Yuuji cheers. The most perfect way to begin the new year. 

Shiu would kiss you twenty minutes before midnight, right at midnight, and then twenty minutes after midnight. Since the both of you had plenty to drink at the party with your friends, you and him were lost in light kisses, silly jokes and plenty of laughter. “We still haven't cleaned up the wrapping paper from Christm— Oh, what d’ya know?” Shiu flashes a flirty grin at you. “It’s midnight. Gotta kiss you. Y’know, new years and stuff.” You laugh at that, but don’t lean away from him. “Shiu, it’s almost one in the morning. You already kissed me!” His arms circle around your waist, and he kisses your forehead before kissing your lips. “Won’t ever get enough of kissing you. Happy new year, princess. I love you.” 

Sukuna would surprise you. He leads you into the courtyard late at night of his massive estate, and you assumed that he had something important to tell you. You remember overhearing a task he had for Uraume, and you wonder if he’d be sending you with them. “What is it, your highness?” You ask shyly. Sukuna is silent for a brief moment, and you don’t speak. Not afraid, but curious. In the distance, you hear the fireworks go off from other humans celebrating in the towns and cities. You’re about to look at them, but Sukuna cups your face and slowly leans in to kiss you. You’re shocked, but so happy and excited you feel like you’d burst. When he pulls away, his thumb brushes against your cheek. “Happy new year,” he says quietly. You grin brightly. “You brought me out here to give me a new year’s kiss? I’m so honored.” Sukuna scoffs at that, and he turns away before you can see the small smile.

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PERFECT LOVER: The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin

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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.

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CHAPTER FIVE:

Your hands trembled as you fixed your dress. It was a plain black one that fell just above your knees, tight enough to hug your figure. Shiny black pumps complemented your outfit. 

You would have worn better had Kento not insisted on taking you on a date right after work that Friday. But you did your best with the little you had, the fanciest, most “seductive” work dress in your closet. The one that showed off the most cleavage. 

You were in the company bathroom, touching up your makeup before Kento whisked you away to whatever he had planned. Geto and Yuki had already left, and somehow, very conveniently, both you and Nanami had been given Gojo’s workload for that day to finish, making the two of you work overtime as the rest of the office emptied. 

Before you left the bathroom, you took one more glance at yourself. You looked good, a little fancy for work and underdressed for fine dining, but you were comfortable and felt good. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, you walked past Kento’s desk, each step deliberate and prolonged. Making sure that the slit in the back shows off the lining of the back of your stockings as you pass. As you passed him, you swished your hair slightly, giving Kento only a whiff of your shampoo. You didn’t turn to look if his eyes were on you. You already knew they were. You could feel it as you turned to sit at your desk and finally locked eyes with him as you sat down slowly. Something flashed within his eyes, a small fire igniting between you, but it was gone as fast as it came. When Kento turned back to face his computer, a slight smirk was now on his face.

It was not long until the both of you were done; Kento finished a minute before you and now stood leaning at your desk, watching you pack your things hurriedly as you tried not to drop any of your belongings under his intense gaze.

He was doing it on purpose, his intense gaze making you want to kick him a little. You thought you could handle his watching you until he leaned in closer, taking a strand of one of your curls and smelling it, his actions amplifying the tension in the room.

You dropped all of your pens and got to your feet, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Hey!”

“Hey,” Kento echoed back, smiling like an idiot. He thought this was funny, but it only irritated you more.

“Stop staring at me.”

“Why would I do that?” He asked, taking a step closer to you. You stepped back, almost tripping on your desk, had it not been for the blonde grabbing you by your waist.

“Kento Nanami!” You slapped his chest, dropping to your knees and picking up the pens.

“Y/N, you are doing an excellent job packing up.”

“I thought you wanted to take me on a date.”

“Oh, I do, but someone gave me a boner, and I fear I may not be able to leave the office without shame.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. ‘Oh’.” Kento looked down, watching as you reached for the last pen that had rolled down further than the rest of the ones that had fallen, taking notice of the arch in your back and the way your hair fell to frame your face, “I think I quite like you on your knees.”

It's safe to say you hit your head on the desk.

“Are you sure you are a virgin, Kento? Because all of this dirty talk is giving me major whiplash.”

“This is what you call dirty talk?” He held his hand out to you, helping you to your feet but not letting you go. “I was simply being honest; I am sorry.”

Oh god, if this wasn’t his dirty talk, you could only imagine what he would say to you if under you, or on top of you or–

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts before your panties could dampen any more.

“Shall we go?”

“Yes, we should.” 

As the two of you walked through the streets, the street lamps lit Kento’s hand, drawing you in close. No words were spoken between the two of you, and it reminded you of the first walk you took with him.

It felt as though you were moving fast but also slow in a way. If Kento were nervous, he wouldn’t let it show. Down the street, you let him lead you to his house.

“You could have bought me dinner before taking me back to your bed, Nanami.” You joked.

Kento smiled; it made the skin at his eyes crease, paired with a soft pink blush on his cheeks and ears, and absolutely took your breath away. You felt your heart jump out of your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it made your head hurt. He was nervous, and even if he tried to hide, it was smooth flirting and a calm demeanour. Kento was nervous about taking you on a date.

“Instead of taking you to dinner, I thought I would make you some.” A hand reached the back of his neck as he scratched it awkwardly, “Unless you hate the idea! I can snag a table at the restaurant a few miles away?”

“No! No! Dinner would be perfect. At yours, I mean.” You rushed out, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward his building’s entrance.

Kento’s home was exactly like you remember: clean and tidy. As you stepped inside, Kento placed some house shoes in front of you and took your coat from you,

“Come sit,” his hand reached out to you, and you took it, letting Kento lead you into his kitchen and to the island chair, where he made you sit and watch.

“So what’s on the menu, Chef?”

“For your appetizer, you get a Charcuterie board, some pasta and salad for dinner, and maybe some dessert if you have room.”

“I always have room for dessert.”

Kento’s appetizer did not disappoint; taking a cheese cube and some grapes into your mouth, you fought a moan of pleasure from the taste.

“How long did this all take for you to make?” you asked Kento as he worked on cutting the tomatoes and basil. The pasta he had made from scratch was boiling in a large pot. 

“Well, I can not take credit for the Charcuterie board; I dropped the first one I made and ran to buy one from the store,” he said, ears red but his head down, avoiding eye contact as he chopped away. But all the other ingredients and preparing for the dinner aren’t new to me.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I often cook for myself. Even as a kid, I have always loved food, and cooking is a great outlet.” 

How are you so perfect?

“I don’t think I am perfect, but I will take this compliment anyway, especially if it’s from you.” 

You would have died of embarrassment had the wine Kento offered you not been so good and strong. One and a half glasses was all it took for a buzz to hit you. Pushing the rest of your glass away, you focused on the passive way Kento’s body moved. It was almost like a dance; the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to above his elbow, but it was tight enough that you could also see how his muscles moved and flexed underneath the sweater. It was as if he was trying to slut himself out to you through the power of cooking. 

This is dangerous. He is dangerous, and you don’t even think he is fully aware of how badly you are attracted to him.

"Hey, Y/N." Nanami called you out of your horny daze with a deep voice, "Could you light the fireplace? It is pretty easy, but if you struggle, call me over."

You nodded, wanting to feel useful as Kento still worked on dinner. The kitchen soon filled with a wonderful aroma. The smell followed you all the way into his living room, leaving you undeniably hungry.

Turning on the fireplace turned out to be more challenging than you thought. On the lower corner of the fireplace, a golden square was bolted to its side, with symbols instructing how to light it. It was not complicated; in fact, it looked relatively easy. Yet, as you twisted the gas with the key, it continued to click without lighting. After your third attempt and failure, you called for Kento. 

"I admit defeat. It's not working," you said, your hands in the air, a dramatic pout on your face.

"You called at a good time. Everything is on a low simmer for another fifteen minutes, and then we can eat." 

You shuffled out of the way and watched as Kento twisted it quickly, lighting the fire instantly. "Show off." You muttered under your breath, not quite enough to go unnoticed by Kento.

"Is this how you talk to the man working tirelessly to make you dinner?" Kento asked plainly, sitting beside you on the soft of his cream rug.

"I don't know what you are talking about." You leaned into him, your faces inches from each other. Kento took a shaky breath, and you took this time to admire his face. I truly admire everything about it. Under the fire's glow, he looked even more handsome than usual. His hair was a little messy, unlike his regularly slicked-back style, with a few strands falling right above his eyebrow. 

He looked nervous, but it wasn't his face that gave it away. Per usual, he held no frown or smile, just a plain blank stare. His quickening of breath, his fluttering eyes, and the small gulp of saliva making his Adam's apple bob catch your attention.

So lost in your gawking, you had yet to realize just how much you had leaned into him and how much he leaned into you. 

“Y/N.” He rasped at you, watching as the dancing fire’s glow reflected onto your skin.

“Kento.” You said, your voice wavering in confidence as you did. 

“Can I kiss you, please?” You nodded silently, eyes focused on his and his eyes on your lips.

“You have to say it,” His hands now cupped your face delicately, “You have to say it out loud, Y/N. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes. Please.” You whispered, just like Kento. Your hands reached out for his face, too, but rather than stay still, you let your finger ghost over his lips, pulling on them slightly before pushing your lips against him. The hand that once cupped your face found the back of your head and pushed you deeper into him, and his other grabbed onto your waist, keeping you from leaving him. You fought off the urge to whine as the hand that held onto your waist squeezed you harder, and you pressed your tongue to his lips, begging for entry, something that he promptly gave. Your bodies moved and shuffled the longer you kissed, and you couldn’t take the throbbing between your legs any more. Slipping yourself on top of his lap earned you a deep and guttural moan from Kento. Your dress rolled up with you as your legs spread to make space for his body. 

The hand on your waist raised to your ribcage, his thumb pressing into your skin as he rubbed rhythmically. You whined into him as you felt the growing tent in his pants graze your clothed cunt. You could not help but push yourself into him while whispering. 

“Oh God, you are big.”

Kento’s eyes fluttered shut at your words. His grasp grew stronger at your ribcage and back of your neck as if it were some lifeline. 

“Oh Fuck. Oh, Christ. Don’t do that, I’ll come.” You only moaned into his mouth as a response, feeling Kento’s body shudder as you pressed down against his dick. Kento let out a string of breathy moans against the skin of your neck, keeping his head there as he collected himself through shaky breaths.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He repeated in the deep of your neck, still lost in his post-orgasm haze.

Up and down, you watched his chest rise and fall; it should be illegal to look this good after cumming during a twenty-five-second makeout.

“Feew” 

“What?” You asked, pulling away so Kento could raise his head.

“Food? I should go check on it.”

“Oh! Yeah, no, you totally should.” 

You awkwardly crawled off of him as his grip loosened, trying not to stare at the wet patch on his pants or the bulge that was still ever so apparent. You don’t know why you were acting like this. If anything, you should be confident. And yet here you are, acting like a preteen receiving their first kiss.

Kento returned a minute and a half later, wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt. Another shirt is still in hand for you.

“Why would you?”

“You have my cum on your dress.” He said plainly. Following the line of his gaze, your eyes came to see the spot where his cum had dribbled through. Your eyes wide, you got your feet, snatching the shirt from his hand and rushing to the bathroom.

Preview...

“I thought you said you wanted me to make you cum?”

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CHAPTER SIX: UPLOADED

[satorusugurugurl]

You made geto sound so attractive in the leisure streamer fic esp w all the tatts and piercings and rings 😵‍💫😵‍💫 will u ever do a separate Drabble w him in the same universe? Maybe not the same reader bc I like them w gojo but w another reader who maybe works at the cafe?? You don’t have to at all, I was just wondering! 🩷🩷 you just made him soooo sexy I’m obsessed with him 😌 (also sukuna was so funny im the king of the cafe!!! ����)

My Boss is a Hottie!

Summary: Geto Suguru is your boss, and you want him to put you in a million different positions; of course, you’d never say that out loud until your best friend Yuki pushes you over the edge.

Pairing: Boss!Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,372

Warnings Language, smut, pinv, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: JENXMDJDKDK Thank you for the request! This is set in the same universe as The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie! I love Boss Geto! 🥴 bend me over the glass display case pleas!!

You stare down at the two coffee cups placed in front of you. Your best friend, Yuki Tsukumo, is watching you, smirking as you pick up the 1st cup and take a sip. You let the flavor sit on your tongue

Before swallowing, which you regret almost instantly. The espresso is bitter, and it tastes like rag water. You take a sip of your water before picking up the second cup, taking a sip of the nutty, almost chocolatey espresso, and sliding your mouth, making your eyes roll back.

“That is your stupid instant espresso from the supermarket.” You spit out as you jab a thumb at the first cup you, unfortunately, drank from. “That right there is my sweet Colombian beans roasted to perfection.” To emphasize your point, you pick up the second cup and take another sip of the delicious liquid inside.

“Holy shit! You can tell the difference!” Yuki reaches under the counter, pulling out a large brown sack of Colombian beans she picked up for you and Geto on her latest trip.

“Of course, I can tell the difference; I work with the self-appointed king of coffee, Ryomen Sukuna. I have drunk so much espresso you would think I would be more wired than I already am.”

Yuki shakes her head, patting the bag before stretching her arms above her head. “Sure~ blame your coworker for your sudden encyclopedia knowledge of coffee.” She shoots you a knowing smirk. “It’s totally not because of the boss you want to bang.” Your cheeks flush as you choke on your espresso, winning a cackle from your friend.

“That's fucking weird shut up!”

“Oh, you shut up! I can see the way you both eye fuck each other every time you’re near one another. Do the world the fucking favor and just fuck already.”

“There is no eye-fucking going on!”

Yuki narrows her eyes and looks back at her boyfriend, Choso, who is tinkering with the air filter for Yuki’s bike. “Cho, you’ve seen them, right?” her boyfriend looks up from his project at hand, streaks of grease on his face as he puts down the tool he was working with.

“Seen what?”

“My bestie eye fucking her boss!”

“Oh,” Choso glances between you and his girlfriend, “Yeah, I've seen it.”

You groan into your hands, shaking your head. “Nothing is going on between us! I swear!” Yuki cooed, placing another bag of beans on the table for you.

“But you want there to be!”

It was true you did want to be in a relationship with your boss. But there was one singular problem. He was your fucking boss! Sure, the two of you had known each other since college. Sure, you both got wasted together at bars and had cuddled on his couch countless times. He was the soul fantasy you dreamed about when you were diddling your skittle in the comfort of your bed. But things wouldn’t work out because he was your boss.

Yuki knew you had it down bad for him. And she loved torturing the absolute hell out of you because of that. She insisted that you could make it work, but you saw it as unprofessional. Plus, Suguru was so fucking hot. There was no chance in hell he would even go for a girl like you.

“You cannot look at me and tell me you do not want to see what he’s packing in those baggy pants.”

“No, I don't.”

“You're a terrible liar.”

“And you're being a terrible friend at the moment! I cannot fuck my boss!”

Yuki’s eyes dart behind you before smirking ever so slowly. “Oooh, so you do want to!” You clench your teeth as you down the rest of the espresso. “Oh, come on, just be honest with yourself! The truth will set you free!” slamming the cup down, you glared at your beaming friend.

“Fine! You wanna know, I’ll tell you! But don't bitch to me about said details!”

“Oooh, I wouldn't never!” she holds her hand. “Scouts honor!”

“I would be all over that man all day, every day, in the kitchen, in his car, on the counter. I would be in missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, the lotus! I would do the whole fuckin’ Kamasutra for Geto Suguru!” Yuki nodded as you took a deep breath. “I would gladly make that man a father of three! And you know the idea of being pregnant terrifies me!”

“Oh, I know!”

“I would suck that man dry! I would give him the best fuckin’ nut of his life! God, I wanna sink my teeth into him!”

Choso walked over, tapping Yuki on the shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt the horny confessions, but I found the problem; I need to borrow you away from Geto and your bestie.” Huh, you blinked, staring at Choso, who grinned at someone behind you. “Hi, Geto.”

No, there was no way Geto was behind you! “Oh, that's a good one, Choso!” a warm hand clasped your shoulder, making every nerve in your body jolt.

“Hi, Choso.” Your boss, the man you thought of when rubbing yourself under your sheets, squeezed your shoulder—making you want to crawl under the table and scream.

“Well, this has been fun! But I got shit to do! Have a great night!” Yuki was off without another word, tugging Choso towards the back of her mechanic shop.

Geto’s hand remained on your shoulder before his other hand gently massaged you. Heat pooled between your legs as he rubbed your muscles with the right amount of pressure. That soft, constant contact had you moaning, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the throbbing you were experiencing. Oh god, was this just him being nice? Or was this his way of conveying his feelings?

You glanced up, biting your lip. Geto Suguru was a fucking hottie. The tail of his dragon tattoo ran along his forearm, moving towards his back, where the rest of the dragon was. Suguru’s other arm was an intricate sleeve of ocean waves and cherry blossoms. The black ink matched his painted black nails kneading into your shoulders. The touch of his hand left you hot and bothered, but the chill from the rings on almost every one of his fingers was a sharp contrast. His dark eyes were narrowed his pierced brow cock as he smirked. His long, luscious dark hair was in his signature half-up, half-down style, with bangs on his face.

“I-I got your beans, boss—haaaah—” you moaned, watching his pink tongue dart out over black lip ring. “Fuck.”

“Good job.” His fingers gently inched under the collar of your t-shirt up to the first knuckle. “I appreciate you, princess.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers trace your skin. They feel good, so good you don’t want it to stop. So you gulp before biting your lip. You gently grab one of his wrists and lower his hand underneath your shirt to the second knuckle. Suguru's barrow eyes widened before he chuckled breathlessly, sinking his hand further.

“Fuck—”

You gasp out as Suguru’s fingers gently trace over the top of your breasts. “So, the girls are out. They're going to have a sleepover with Nobara and Maki at their place.” His words are silky smooth, like the espresso you had just downed moments before.

“Oh? So will you and Satoru sit around and play mindless, stupid video games like always?”

“Satoru is in Sendai with my new designer artist.” Suguru’s slid his finger deeper, fuck he was so close to cupping your breast. “He told me not to wait up.”

Holy fuck, was this happening? This was a moment you had dreamed and fantasized about happening for years. Ever since you started working with Suguru at a local shop before he invested in his own, he easily convinced you to join him, as his coffee shop was a cult. The two of you were always flirting with each other; having been friends for the last two years, you would do that to anybody. But over the last few months, the flirting became less playful and more apparent that you didn’t want to be friends. You wanted to be more.

So, is this your boss's way of initiating an interaction that doesn’t revolve around work? It seemed like it. And you were going to take that hook, line, and sinker.

“Oooh, are you asking me to keep you company tonight?”

“Only if you want.” Your boss's earthy, minty smell crept up your nostrils as he leaned beside your ear. “I think I would be lying to myself if I didn’t tell you; you have me curious.”

His breath tickles your earlobe, making you rub your thighs together harder. “And what exactly is that?” Your grip tightens around his wrist, and you resist the urge to shove his whole hand down your shirt.

“I’m curious to see if you were being truthful about everything you said. If you want to do it with me all day, every day. In my kitchen, my car, on the counter back at the shop.” Wetness coats the inside of your underwear as he whispers those dirty words you had said back to you. For some reason, they sound even hotter and more vulgar coming out of his mouth. “I want to put you in missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl. Fuck I want to try stuff, I’ve never tried with another person.” His whole hand slides under your shirt, cupping your breast. “I say we buy a copy of the Kamasutra. We try every fucking position in there.”

“F-Fuuck.”

“So what do you say, Princess? Should we take this back to my place?” His teeth take your earlobe between his teeth, making you gasp as you arch your back. “Are you going to give me the best fuckin’ nut of my life?”

“Oh~ you bet your ass I am.”

Your boss chuckles deeply into your ear, releasing the sensitive lobe from his mouth. “Hit me with your best shot, Princess.”

Suguru regrets those words an hour later as you lower yourself slowly, backing up on his cock, as your bent over the empty glass display case in the shop. You had not given him the best nut of his life not once but twice so far. Once with your delightful, talented mouth and the second from you just grinding on him. He felt like a fucking teenager, and goddamnit, he fucking loved it.

There was some enchantment about you. You always drew him like a moth to the flame. Whenever you were, he knew it would be a great day. You were like his personal ray of sunshine, brightening his day wherever he went. Everyone teased him at the shop, asking him if he was going on a date with you, and you both were strictly on business. But lo and behold, he wanted to take you out on a date. He couldn’t bring up the courage to ask you.

It was hard enough for him to ask you to leave your job at the coffee shop you both met at to join him on an adventure of opening his shop. He thought he would say, but you agreed. He felt that there might be something there between you. That was both exciting to explore but also terrifying at the same time.

Now here you both were, your face pressed against the glass display case, with his cock buried deep inside of you, stretching you out with his fat cock. Suguru can’t help but grab your waist, squeezing it gently, savoring the moment. It wasn’t like he would let this be a one-time thing. He had just purchased the Kamasutra, which would be delivered the following day. This was the beginning of a very long and satisfying relationship. One that had started with friendship and was now turning into something more.

“Haaah fuck~ fuuuck baby.” Suguru groans, pressing you further against the glass case, watching as it fogged up with your heavy panting. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about this.”

“Nnnhh,” you turn your head, looking back at him with a smirk. “Fuck~ I could say the same thing about me. Is that way you would have such long meetings in your office with nobody?”

Suguru pulls out, his eyes glancing down at the cock wet with your spit and arousal. “Yeah, it is.” He shoved all the way back inside of you, making you yelp. “Is that way you’re always late returning from your lunch break? Don’t tell me you’ve been rubbing that pretty little clit in your car.”

Your palms press against the cool chill of the glass underneath you. “Rubbing it~? Oooh no, but I do put my vibrator on it.” Suguru’s grip on your waist tightens as he groans out with a huff from behind you.

“You’re so fucking hot. Is that why you didn’t let me in your glove box that one time? You keep an emergency vibrator in there when you come to work?” His cock begins sliding in and out of your tight walls hugging him snuggly with each jerk of his hips.

“Oh~ I’m cumming alright.”

Suguru’s hips buckled, eyes going wide before he growled, shoving himself deeper inside of you, forcing your hips back. Being filled to the brim made your eyes widen as you hissed out a whine through your teeth. His thick pulled out before slamming back into you with such force your fingers grabbed the edge of the cool counter.

“God, you're such a dirty girl. I fucking love it!” He growled, snapping his lips forward, pushing you harder into the glass. “Next time you get all hot and bothered, come see me~ I’ll fuck you so good.” He leaned his head down, humping slowly against your ass with slow thrusts that hit every sweet spot inside of you. “You could even bring your vibrator~” his teeth snapped gently, tugging at your ear.

“Holy—” your eyes rolled back as Suguru’s hips had your clit rubbing against the smooth glass. “I-I’m dirty~ listen to—hnnngh!” His teeth tugged at your earlobe, silencing your retort. “Oh my god~! Ooooh, my fucking god Sugu!” You rocked yourself back against him, his kisses and nips at your sensitive ear and neck driving you mad.

A shaky chuckle sounded from your boss, “You’re sensitive, aren’t you, princess~?” You answered with an eager whimper and nod before looking back at him.

His tongue ran over his lip piercing as his ring-covered fingers slipped down, groping the fat of your ass. The cool metal, the way his slick cock slid in and out of you faster and harder, had your eyes rolling back as your walls tightened around his cock. Suguru growled; one of his eyes twitched slightly as your walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock with almost pained pleasure. He was drowning in you and your tight cunt.

Suguru pressed his whole body against your back, bucking into you; his thrusts were hard and fast, pushing you closer to your release. Suguru’s hands slammed on either side of your head, keeping himself up not wholly to crush you under his weight. His right hand slid up, covering yours with his own, his fingers intertwined with yours, holding your hand as he fucked his cock deeper into you.

“S-Sugu~!” You cried out, turning your head to meet his. “Suguru~!”

His lips caught yours, kissing you as he squeezed your hand tight, his hips buckling as he felt you getting closer and closer. Your walls hugged him, making you squeak as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. The chill of his piercing against your lips and his tongue wrestling yours for control had your eyes shut tight as you squeezed his hand back.

“Oh~ fuck- mmmm—“ Suguru’s orgasm was fast approaching, his once well-patterned thrusts becoming messy and frantic. “Fuck—cum with me, please, Princess.”

You kissed him harder, gasping against his lips, breathing hard. “Gonna cum~ Suguru harder~ harder!” Your grip on his hand is almost crushing as he does exactly as you ask. His hips bucking yours as hard as he can the display case, shaking under each frantic thrust. Your eyes shut tight as Suguru rests his mouth against your cheek, moaning as loudly as you were. His breath is hot, and his dress is messy, and you can’t stop it from happening. “C-Cumming!” You scream as your walls convulse around his cock, squeezing the loving life out of him.

“Fuck!” Suguru hisses out. “Haaah~ ooooh! Fuck that’s right cum on my cock. He whispered against your cheek as pleasured cries filled the room. “Yeah~ yeah fuck~ gonna cum~ you want it?” All you can do is scream out, nodding, legs shaking as your orgasm keeps rocking through you. That is what has your boss’ balls slapping against your clit as he fucks himself into his orgasm. “N-Nnngh!” Suguru's face presses harder against yours as his cock throbs with every spurt of cum he thrusts into you.

You blinked slowly, humming happily as Suguru stayed buried inside of you, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. This was everything you wanted, and more, like your dream, finally came true. Suguru sighed, nuzzling his face in your neck as his heart rate slowed.

“Remind me to thank Yuki for pushing your buttons the next time I see her.”

“Heh~ you and me both.” You wince as Suguru slowly pulls out of you, his hand sliding your hips to help steady you as you stand up. “Fuuuck, that was amazing.”

“Mhmm, you’re amazing.” Suguru wraps his arms around your waist. “Would you be opposed to round three in the shower? That way, I can thoroughly clean you up~”

Your arms snake around his neck as you bite down on your bottom lip. “I would not be opposed to that at all.” Suguru leans down, his lips inches from your own, as a chime sounds above you. Both your eyes go wide as you listen to stomping through the kitchen. Nanami storms through the back, his eyes dark with anger. The anger is displayed as Suguru struggles to pull his pants up while you shakily hide behind him as Nanami looks towards you both.

“Nanami! Turn around!”

“Oh, god, sorry!” Nanami flushed, turning away, giving you and Suguru a chance to readjust your clothing. “I-I didn't see anything! Sorry, I was looking for my idiot client!”

“He hasn’t come home yet,” Suguru says, clearing his throat and brushing his hair out of his face. “He was staying the night in Sendai.”

You peek at your blonde friend, blinking as he clenches his fists with a growl. “And he’s not answering my texts or calls!” What could be so crucial that Nanami needed to talk to Gojo at midnight?

“Did something happen?” You ask, wobbling on your jello legs as Suguru sprays disinfectant on the counter you just fucked on. “Did he say something stupid again, and you need to do crowd control?”

Nanami turns to gawk at you as Suguru wipes the display case clean. “You haven’t seen it?”

“Seen what?”

Nanami sighs, pulling up his phone and showing you both the screen. The number one trending headline on Twitter is Gojo Satoru, the headline: Popular Leisure Streamer Checks into a Love Hotel with His Girlfriend!” Underneath the article was a photo of a beautiful girl and Satoru at a receptionist's desk.

“Oooh shit.” You whisper, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Where’s his mask?!”

“My thoughts exactly!” Nanami snapped, dialing what you assumed was Gojo’s number again. “Geto, I hope you’re not too attached to him because I will obliterate him.”

Suguru sent a quick text before wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll miss him, but as long as my princess is by my side, I’ll live.” You beamed up at your boss, who was now much more to you. Fuck thanking Yuki; you needed to get her a gift basket.

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[noodle-is-unstable]

Are the JJK Characters Doms, Subs or Switches

(Head Cannons/Drabbles)

Ft ~ Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ryoumen Sukuna, Choso, Takuma Ino, Shiu Kong, Uraume, Yuki Tsukumo, Shoko Ieiri, Mahito

Synopsis ~ Are the JJK Characters Doms, Subs or Switches? (These are just my opinions but I'm right)

Content Warning ~ 18+, Idk adult stuff

Gojo ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Absolute Switch. He doesn't care what position he's taking he'll have fun either way

"Blindfold on baby cakes!" Gojo cooed, holding out his signature blindfold.

"Hmmm, no, I think you should wear it today." You smirk, pushing it back towards him.

"I wear it every day though." He laughed, such a precious sound.

"Mhm, but you don't wear ropes everyday."

Geto ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Dom leaning Switch. Likes to be in charge most of the time but is fine switching it up every now and then. He looks pretty in rope after all

"What do you want today Angel?" Geto hummed, scanning through the wall of toys.

"How about you bring out the ropes and the flog?" You bite your lip, pulling him closer by his robes.

"Aren't you a naughty little thing."

Nanami ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Soft Dom. Very comforting and you won't even realize you're being dominated until he tells you how good you did

"You did so good, you behaved so well." Nanami cooed, kissing the top of your head.

"Did I?" You ask, still slightly dazed.

"You did the best darling."

Toji ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Pleasure Dom. Froths on getting you off over, and over, and over again

"Come on, you can give me one more, right?" Toji urged you, his fingers still going at their relentless pace.

"C-can't." You cry out. But that was a lie and both you and him knew it.

"Hmm, I think i can get one more."

Sukuna ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Sadistic Dom. Loves to inflict pain but you'll always be well cared for after

"Count out loud each time I strike you or I'll make you start over." Sukuna warned, his dark, sadistic smile on his lips.

"Got it." You huffed out.

"Good minx."

Choso ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: The subbiest Sub that ever subbed. Just wants to be told what to do and have things done to him.

"Please, please, please please." The words fell from Choso like a chant, the only word he knew.

"Three. Two. One." You count down to his release.

"T-thank you!"

Ino ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Sub leaning Switch. Is a natural born sub but has no problems taking control every now and then

"Soooo, wanna sit on my face until I can't breath?" Ino hummed.

"If I ever say no to that, kill me." You giggle back, grabbing his hand to drag him to the bedroom.

"Score!"

Shiu ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Dom (Brat Tamer). Docile in the streets, Dominant in the sheets, you'll be in his control in no time

"Sit." Shiu instructed you, patting the space on his lap.

"Make me." You purred, famous last words.

"If you insist."

Uraume ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Sub. They always have to make decisions and likes being able to let go and give up control in the bedroom

"Move your hands, I want to see you." You urged them.

"This is embarrassing." Uraume pouted, red cheeks.

"You never have to be embarrassed with me Snowflake."

Yuki ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Hard Dom (Dommy Mommy). Absolutely would rather die than give up control

"Arch your back more babe." Yuki chuckled, slapping your ass.

"I'm not a contortionist." You bite back, though you do arch more

"Mhm, yet you still listened."

Shoko ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Switch. Like most thing she's pretty indifferent and is just happy to be apart of it

"Should I be on top today, or you?" Shoko hummed with a smile.

"You, I was on top yesterday." You laughed.

"Fine by me."

Mahito ~

Dom, Sub, Switch: Sub. Just wants to do ANYTHING you say and to keep you happy

"Please tell me what you want. What can I do? Please tell me." Mahito desperately plead, hugging your thigh and looking up at you.

"Will you be a good boy and listen?" You ask, playing with his hair.

"Yes! I'll be the best boy!"

[hotties4gojo]

any headcanons for the jjk characters as partners and general headcanons that you have for them too??? :33

oooh ur unleashing the beast with this one… i have sooo many but I’ll try to be tame (no promises) (spoiler: I was not tame)

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo

satoru gojo:

• I don’t think he’s a fuckboy or player tbh. he’s a lover boy but you have to dig a little deep to even unveil that side of him… he’s cautious about getting into relationships in the first place. he has to know you for a while and really bond with you before even thinking of pursuing something with you. plus satoru’s an everything man and doesn’t want what they have to be something half-assed, artificial. he wants to give all of himself to you and vice versa and he needs to know that he’s enough for you to stay

• super affectionate!! aside from the obvious (constantly hugging you, hanging off of your shoulders, smothering you in kisses wherever and whenever he can, etc.), he shows his adoration for you in other ways. if they’re out and your hands are cold, he’ll intertwine their fingers and stuff their joined hands into one of his pockets. buys you new flowers every week but will purchase more sooner if he notices that they’re wilting in your vase. stamps syrupy sweet, cheesy sticky notes on your clothes and bags. randomly calls you in the middle of the day just to tell you he loves you. etc.

• tbh he really really really loves being the little spoon— there’s nothing better than you holding him with all the care in the world at the end of the day, your breaths puffing against the short hairs of his undercut, your arm around his waist. satoru also really loves cuddling positions where he can rest his head on your chest

• no matter what he’s doing (talking to the higher-ups, teaching, etc.), if you text him, satoru will stop everything just to check his phone and answer you. he screenshots his favorite conversations with you and keeps them saved in an album

• always matches your energy. aaand he subconsciously mirrors bits of you; like squeezing things that you say regularly into his vocabulary

• very early on in your relationship with satoru, you learn that hugging him from behind is dangerous (not really). one day he’s sitting on the couch and you hug him from behind, not expecting him to reach back without looking and physically flip you over the fawking couch so that you land on his lap with your back against his chest, alllll so that he could hold you. you make a note to yourself to never do that again

• when you’re mad at him, he’ll playfully annoy the shit out of you to break down your walls until you’re struggling to not laugh. satoru considers this to be a win, believing that things are now water under the bridge. however if you’re mad at him for something pretty serious, he’ll bring it up a few minutes after he’s gotten you into a better mood and apologizes in his own way, then hears you out as you air out all of your grievances. satoru listens much more intently than you think he is and strives to do better

• if satoru notices that you like something (and he always notices), prepare to get an abundance of whatever it is. you like candles? you come back home and he’s bought out half of bath and body works’ stock. there’s a book series that you love? he buys the full collectors edition AND somehow gets a signature from the author for you

• sometimes you say something sweet to him and he feigns ignorance just to hear it again. “what?” “I said (blank)” “no I heard you the first time 🥰 awww you’re sweet on lil’ ol’ me?”

• tries to act like he’s not squeamish with certain things but ends up making it obvious as fuck. if you throw up, he’s dry heaving and/or throwing up right next to you. dramatic as hell man…

other characters under the cut!!

suguru geto:

• if you ask suguru for help with something, he’s all in. will explain everything patiently and in great depth, which is usually pretty helpful— unless he needs to explain something ELSE beforehand and then y’all end up talking about 7292849 subjects. he’s extremely well-read and knowledgeable in many aspects and he wants to share everything he knows with you

• enjoys texts and calls with you but sliiiighrly prefers texts, just because he likes having physical evidence of their conversations so he can go back and read them from time to time, a private smile on his face the entire time. he really likes handwritten notes from you and letters as well + will do the same for you; thinks it’s very romantic

• and though he does slightly prefer texts, best believe that he eats up every voice message you leave him and will actively encourage you to send him more. suguru saves all of them so that he can listen to recordings of your voice when you’re not around. even if they’re just recaps of what you were doing that day, he treasures them all

• he’s wayyyy more into celebrity beef than you think he is. “suguruuu did you hear about x and y?” “yeah. and about how (obscure piece of information).” “where did you even find out about that…” “how did you Not know about that.”

• suguru often orders food for you if they’re out on a date or ordering in. he does it either cos you don’t want to or you’re indecisive and can’t figure out what you want to eat. he’s memorized your preferences so whenever he gets you to try something new, he nails it and you end up really enjoying what he chose

• a gentleman through and through mmmmhm! suguru makes you walk on the inside of the street to keep you away from the moving cars. he also matches your steps the entire time (will make you slow down if you’re both heading to a specific destination where their plans will interrupt their conversation, alllll cos he wants to hear you talk for a while longer). always pulls out your chair, opens doors for you, keeps his hand on the small of your back at all times ESPECIALLY in crowded areas

• already very empathetic by nature but he’s overlyyy empathetic with his loved ones— especially you. if you’re feeling low, it haunts his waking and sleeping thoughts. he won’t eat on his lunch breaks sometimes because he’s quietly angsting over you. accidentally neglects himself while trying to make sure that you’re healthy, happy, and at your best. he’s working on not doing this— puhhhhlease get this man some therapy…

• last one asleep, first one awake. his nightmares and insomnia keep him up, so he uses that time to quietly watch over you. though he definitely sleeps easier around you because your breathing lulls him to sleep. when you wake up he’s in the process of finishing making breakfast and coffee, which he brings to you in bed

• when you’re sick he makes immunity booster drinks for you, heats up some soup, and waits on you hand and foot. suguru goes alllll out when taking care of you

toji fushiguro:

• you know when your parents says something so horrifically embarrassing and/or crude that you never wanna go out in public with them again. that’s toji. this man has absolutely no filter and doesn’t gaf who hears him

• pretty good cook but toji just can’t be assed to do it most of the time. hates the process, loves the result, hates the cleanup. once they finish eating, he’ll ask you to start on the dishes and says that he’ll ’come help you after he puts the leftovers away.’ he makes a purposeful racket as he rearranges the fridge to make room for the tupperware. after a while you realize it’s gotten really quiet, so you turn around and he’s just. not there anymore LMAO

• not too physically affectionate… outside of hugs. every day he comes home he anticipates a hug from you at the door because he’s gotten sosososo used to it. if you don’t, expect him to silently brood and dial up the sass until you make up for it. whenever he can, he pulls you into bear hugs and side hugs, squishing you close to him as if he’s trying to crawl beneath your skin

• taking these next 2 bullets from my works TEEEHEEEE! sometimes he’s still waiting for the catch, for the other shoe to drop. but toji thinks it a disservice to you to think of your care as anything But genuine. you’re sooo sweet, always jumping to brush his hair, straighten his clothes, cuddle up to him… even though he calls you a nuisance (affectionate), he sinks into it all cos he’s secretly a giant softie

• toji never fails to indulge your whims. even if that’s going wine-tasting (he thinks it’s bougie and makes sure to say that 918325 times), browsing antique shops, whatever the hell you drag him along to do— stuff he normally wouldn’t think to do or even care to do in his free time. but he goes along with it juuust for you

• obviously he’s extremely protective of you. if someone looks at you weird or one of your coworkers gives you a hard time, best believe he’s stepping in and asking what the fuck their problem is. anyone who bothers you always leaves you alone the second he opens his mouth or squares up in front of them, not so subtly safeguarding you behind his back the entire time. toji also has weapons stashed around their house jic something ever happens

• this also extends to any injuries you get, big or small. you get a paper cut or accidentally sliced your finger open with a knife? he’s clicking his tongue and wrapping a bandaid around it even though it’s a tiiiny cut, gruffly telling you to be more careful. if you ever get really badly injured, toji shepherds you into bed to sleep it off with an ice pack, or into the bathroom so he can patch you up, muttering about how you’re ‘helpless’ he fucking hates that he couldn’t prevent you from getting hurt in the first place

• if you ever have kids with him ooouuu lawd toji’s definitely weaponizing them in small arguments with you. if he disagrees with you he’s instantly like “hold on lemme prove you wrong by asking the kids ‘bout this.” half the time they don’t even agree with him but when they DO, he gloats

choso kamo:

• choso absolutely loves talking to you from the other room when you two split up to tackle chores around the house. he’ll strike up random conversations, always raising his voice to make sure you hear him. it makes things more fun, more stimulating. that and he just likes listening to you

• does the little things for you that you wouldn’t expect anyone to do or even pay attention to. when a pair of your shoes gets dirty, he sits down and cleans them for you. whenever you two run out of soap he refills the bottles asap. if he sees something that he thinks you’d like or something that reminds him of you, he instantly buys it for you. for fem!reader, he teaches himself how to fix the wire of your bras

• takes pride in being able to cook meals for you. it’s something he picked up for yuuji because Gaawwwddddd he worries about his brother and wants to make sure he’s taken care of, and that extends to you too. choso has a couple of cookbooks on the counter and he likes teaching himself how to make new dishes. its even better when you join in and they make their meal together as a team

• he’s always the first to notice when there’s a child wandering around alone in a store— or anywhere in public, really. choso’ll worry his lip and keep an eye on them, then alerts you after a few minutes if an adult doesn’t show up. you follow him and watch as he squats in front of them, smiling and asking what their name is and whatnot, and you join in if he offers to help the kid find their parents if they’re lost. JUST THE SWEETEST ☹️😞

• incredibly in tune with your emotions and never fails to pick up on your sadness/anxiety/anger/etc.. just like geto, it hurts him when you’re hurting and it weighs on him. choso will do absolutely anything and everything to cheer you up

shoko ieiri:

• she rarely smokes around you. sure she could just use RCT on your lungs if you’re exposed to it just like she does to herself, but she’d rather keep you away from cigarettes entirely

• parallel play 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ if you’re reading or on your phone, she’s lying next to you doing her own thing too. she’ll occasionally speak up to check up on you if you’re too quiet, and if you’re still chilling, shoko relaxes again. just being in your presence is enough for her cos you’re her girlllll

• shoko really appreciates when you cook because you’re damn good at it but she’ll sometimes insist that they order fast food. you mistake it for her not liking your cooking, but that’s not the case— she just doesn’t want you to work your ass off for them every night. also she just really just wants some fucking fries sometimes 😭

• if either of you get catcalled while you’re both out, she either ignores the man and tells you to do the same, rounds on them, or channels new yorkers and fucking barks at themmmmrhwjrsjw. some men don’t take no for an answer so she knows you just gotta scare the dogshit out of them. plus it makes you laugh so it’s a win win

• likes talking on the phone with you a lot but also really values when they sit on the phone and just… don’t talk. sometimes you’ll fall asleep on the line and the soft sounds of your breathing is soothing to shoko. everyone at jujutsu high gets used to seeing her with one headphone in while she works and no one takes offense to it because they know she’s simply listening to you. besides it never breaks her concentration

• to shoko, the funniest thing in the world is garbage music— purposely shitty or not. she has sooo many artists memorized that make god awful music and she’ll silently sneak them into the queue if they’re listening to music at home. she always snickers when your expression goes from casual to horrified as you listen to the atrocious vocals and even worse instrumentals

• overly alert when it comes to you. she’s incredibly observant, so if you try to hide the fact that you’re sick or injured, she’s on your ASSSS immediately. you can’t get away with shit 😭. she’ll take care of you until she has to leave for work, checks up on you multiple times throughout the day via texts/calls, then comes home and dedicates her time to tending to you. she’s a natural caretaker at heart

• which is also why it throws her off when the positions are reversed. sometimes she’s sick and grumbles a little when you force her to stay in bed and she secretly appreciates it, and sometimes she retreats into herself, isolating herself because she’s terrified of losing you just like she’s lost many others, and shoko spirals a bit before you pull her back out of it. you’ll never leave her, not even if death tries to take you, and she quietly sinks into your reassurances and the comfort you give her

yuki tsukumo:

• yuki rarely calls you by your name— she enjoys using pet names for you, like lover, bunny, babes, princess, cutie, pretty girl… she delights in your smiles and faint blushes when she refers to you with one of those

• spontaneous as HELLLLL so you know you’re always gonna have a fun time with her. she takes you on dates in and out of the city, and her date ideas are always extremely creative ^_^ the two of you do lots of things and she introduces you to things that you never thought you’d like

• since she’s always traveling, yuki tries to make you tag along when she can— and you’re almost always down. oftentimes they’ll sleep in a hotel but she prefers being out in nature, so sometimes they’ll randomly camp out somewhere. yuki always snuggles up to you after making them dinner and the two of you chat for hours while looking up at the stars

• juuust like choso, yuki is very much a gift giver— whenever she comes home after a few days or weeks, it’s like santa’s come to town because she buys every single thing that reminds her of you and dumps them all onto you. from time to time you stare at certain gifts of hers, puzzled, until yuki explains the correlation— maybe the shape of your eyes is similar to the ones on a figurine she bought you, or she saw something in your favorite color and thought of you

• even if she’s gone for a day, yuki makes a point to facetime you because this woman cannottttt go a few hours without talking to you— and seeing you even it’s through a fuzzy screen. she sits there and grins as you do your skincare routine or ramble about your day. she soaks up everything that you have to offer

[amphibiahawks321]

Oooh~ can we get more of Female Gojo with Male reader? This time it's Gojo introducing Yuki, Megumi and Nobara to her boyfriend~ or it can be introducing Geto, utahime and Shoko to her boyfriend.

Megumi : .......

Megumi : You have a wha—!!!?!?'

[Nobara and itadori push Megumi's face to the side with their hands]

Nobara : YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!?

Itadori : YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!?

[Megumi moves both of itadori and nobara's hand away from his face]

Megumi : What... Kind... of... INSANE! man would want to date YOU?? Even remotely PUT UP with you??

Fem!Gojo : oh don't be jealous Megumi✨

[Fem!Gojo said sarcastically and starts pinching Megumi's cheek which Megumi slaps her hand away]

Fem!Gojo : is it that hard to accept I've found myself a precious man that I want to show love to every day✨—

Megumi : Yes.... Very.... definitely....

Fem!Gojo : Very Mean....

Nobara : I gotta agree with Megumi WHO??

[Fem!Gojo Gasp dramatically]

Itadori : His a lucky guy to be with you sensei!

Megumi : ......You can't be serious—

[Fem!Gojo immediately push Megumi to the side and starts pointing at itadori]

Fem!Gojo : You see this guy you two? His now my favourite student

Nobara : Oh come on! You know well both of us are telling the truth WHO can even PUT UP with you!—.......Hey where are you going?

Megumi : To the restroom.... I also need some alone time with my thoughts about this information....

[Megumi leaves the three of them with still a shock expression]

Itadori : don't be like that kugisaki you're telling me sensei couldn't find a guy that couldn't put up with her?✨

Nobara : ......

[Nobara stares at Fem!Gojo with an unimpressed expression and sees Fem!Gojo making a silly expression]

Nobara : Yes...

[Meanwhile, Megumi washing his hands]

Megumi : .....

[Megumi's thought 💭]

......is the guy blind? Maybe she paid the guy?

[Megumi about to walk back to them with his eyes close still thinking about the whole thing but bumps into someone]

M!Reader : Oh sorry!

Megumi : No worries, it was kinda my fault for not looking where I was going—

M!Reader : Oh! Aren't you fushiguro?

Megumi : i-Um.. Yeah, how do you know?

M!Reader : I heard much about you!

Megumi : Oh you're a sorcerer too?

M!Reader : Yeah, I've heard about your encounter with sukuna

Megumi : Sighs that I got my ass beat?

M!Reader : Oh don't be like that! I know you're strong but getting defeated by a more powerful foe doesn't make you weak you know

Megumi : Oh... Thanks

[Minutes later, Megumi came back]

Megumi : Sighs even when washing my hands I still can't believe it....

Nobara : You and me both....

Fem!Gojo : Oh! Y/NNNNN! OVER HERE DARLING!

[Megumi thought 💭]

Might as well meet this crazy guy....

M!Reader : Hey everyone!

[Fem!Gojo immediately puts her arms around Y/N]

Fem!Gojo : Told you he was real! Suck on that kugisaki~✨

Nobara : ......💢

Itadori : it's a pleasure meeting you Y/N!

M!Reader : I should be the one saying that!—

[Megumi taps nobara's shoulder]

Nobara : Hm? What?

[Megumi leans into Nobara's ear and starts whispering]

Nobara : .....you already met him?.....his nice?!.....his not an asshole?!.....

M!Reader : You're probably nobara correct?

Nobara : Oh.. Yep!

M!Reader : i've heard much about you!

Nobara : who hasn't?✨

[Nobara said dramatically making Megumi let out a sigh and facepalm]

M!Reader : I've heard about your bravery and wild attitude! Love that about you!

Nobara : Woah... Thanks–

M!Reader : I've heard about your technique too, interesting yet very unique!

Nobara : .......

[Nobara points at Y/N and glance at Megumi with a shock expression]

Nobara : This guy....

[Megumi nods with also a shock expression]

M!Reader : I see we already met Megumi

Megumi : Ahem yes... We have, I'm... Surprised—

Nobara : She didn't pay you to do this right?

M!Reader : yeah I kinda figured you guys would ask me that....

[Fem!Gojo hugs Y/N from behind]

Fem!Gojo : what's so hard to understand~?

Megumi : ......One is nice and the other One is.... You.....

Fem!Gojo : You're always so mean Megumi....

Megumi : With the amount of mean teasing she does to us how does it work for you?

M!Reader : Imagine all of the mean teasing things she does to all you three but to me she does it Romantically....

Nobara : .....

Itadori : .....

Megumi : .....I think that's worse

Itadori : So what does sensei like to do when it comes to showing affection?

M!Reader : She has a bad habit of picking me up and carrying me....

Fem!Gojo : like right now~?✨

M!Reader : Wha—!?

[Fem!Gojo starts carrying Y/N's bridal style]

M!Reader blushing : Are you crazy!?

Fem!Gojo : For you i am~✨

[egglain]

Give You What You Want (‘Cause Your Love is All I Need)

Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Choso x Yuki Content: first date & first time, switch! choso & switch! yuki, pegging, cumming in pants, vaginal & anal sex (fingering, penetration), unprotected, creampie, marking (biting), oral sex (choso receiving), soft sex turned rough, edging, breast worship/nipple play, loss of virginity (choso), dirty talk (begging, praise, "baby" and "good boy" for choso), breeding, porn with plot but canon divergent, minor gojo & yuji appearances Word Count: 6.6k

Summary: Choso had never been on a date. Especially not with a woman as beautiful as Yuki Tsukumo. Choso had never done a lot of things, which– in the wake of his upcoming meeting with the suspected love of his life– was a daunting thought.

A first love. A first date. A first time. But definitely not the last.

A/N: Thank you to the wonderful @melancholiaincarnate for beta reading this, and for putting up with my yapping about this the past week.

Hope you all enjoy, and thank you for 100 followers!

Yuki Tsukumo liked rough things.

She had always been like that, really.

“Dainty” was never her style. She grew up in the sticks– hands buried in the earth, cuts, scrapes, and bruises forging her thick second skin. She was a fighter; punched out more baby teeth than she could count, sent mean boys crying home to their mothers without regret.

As she grew, the scrapes and bruises faded, but the fire inside never waned. Yuki Tsukumo was a special-grade sorcerer. Her knuckles never forgot the feeling of bone giving way, nor did her blood forget the rush of adrenaline. In fact, the rough side of her grew stronger, even as her exterior mellowed. 

She had a soft spot for people who were the same.

Bleeding hearts seemed to summon her; she always ended up right where she needed to be. She took broken boys under her wing– rough-n-tumble kids who had lost their way in the world. They were like little brothers to her.

It was comforting. When darkness clouded her vision, it wasn’t because she was evil; no. She wasn’t alone in that. Geto Suguru, Todo Aoi– countless others– lived a rough life, wished for better, turned to violence. Turned to jujutsu. Turned to justice.

Yuki’s sense of justice may have been idiosyncratic. Her ideals, her musings, may have led some down the wrong path. But it didn’t weigh on her. She lived a self-governed life, followed her own feet in pursuit of something nameless– something she had yet to uncover.

But for now, lying on the floor of Tengen’s endless void, living was enough.

That… and Choso.

Yuki Tsukumo was not aware she saved Choso’s life in Shibuya.

Nor that she continued to do so.

Choso wasn’t much of a talker; as their days in Tengen’s tomb rolled together, Yuki didn’t uncover much about the man. 

When he did speak, it was usually about his brothers– recounting their childhoods (something which Yuki couldn’t quite wrap her head around), affirming the hatred he felt towards his father, or wondering how Yuji was doing. He worried himself sick over the last one.

He was something soft– something fledgling, discovering the cruel ways of the world. He was a protector, a feeler, sensitive and kind. In short, he was everything Yuki was not.

Where she was sharp blows, he was soft touches. They complimented each other, cancelled out each other’s worries. It kept them both sane in the white, endless chamber.

Choso Kamo was not aware he had saved Yuki’s life either.

Their time in the tomb came and passed; Gojo Satoru managed to escape the prison realm, take down the false cult leader, and avenge his old friend. Yuji kept Sukuna contained. It brought a serenity to Yuki that she hadn’t anticipated– all these years, she bore an invisible guilt, one so deeply-ingrained that she didn’t realize the hold it had on her.

Yuki got to meet Choso– properly, this time. Without the stress, the anger, the uncertainty.

They went out to a bar. It was Choso’s first time visiting one. He couldn’t take more than a sip of his drink– the sting of the alcohol had his eyes tearing up in a way that warmed the pit of Yuki’s stomach deliciously.

She met his little brother. They went out for crêpes. Yuki and Choso split some choco-strawberry monstrosity; Choso picked out all the strawberries for her. They were her favourite. Yuki learned that Yuji was a good friend of Todo’s– a fact that had Yuki’s heart bursting at the seams.

Choso was Yuji’s big brother, and her little brother was Yuji’s best friend.

So when he asked to take her on a date (to court her, as he put it), how could she say no?

***

Choso had never been on a date.

Especially not with a woman as beautiful as Yuki Tsukumo.

Choso had never done a lot of things, which– in the wake of his upcoming meeting with the suspected love of his life– was a daunting thought.

So he did what he always did when he had a problem.

Consulted Yuji Itadori.

Sitting on the floor of the boy’s dorm, playing with the stitching on the hem of his shirt, Choso couldn’t bring himself to meet his little brother’s eyes. As the elder, it was his job to teach Yuji about the ways of the world– not the other way around. Admitting defeat, asking for help, was difficult. 

Except when it was her.

“You said you had something you needed to ask me?” Yuji layed back on his bed, mashing buttons on a multicoloured controller. “What’s the problem?”

“I… asked someone on a date.”

A sad electronic melody signalled the death of Yuji’s character on the red screen.

“You asked someone on a… date?”

“Yes.”

“Like– romantically?”

His little brother was looking at him quizzically– his eyebrows were so far raised into his hairline that they disappeared, swallowed up by his pink curls.

“I hope that was clear to her... I think I like like her.”

Yuji dropped his controller on the bed, shuffling closer to punch his big brother’s shoulder. “Oh– wow, Cho. Shit, man. That’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Choso nodded, looking down at his hands. Yuki had painted his nails recently– purple, to match hers– and he couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling spreading in his chest.

“I want it to be perfect.”

“Aw… it will be. Don’t even sweat it.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never gone on one before. I don’t know where to even start.”

Yuji let out a low whistle, flopping onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “The planning is the hardest part, I think.”

“How do you do it?”

Yuji looked down at him, flushing an embarrassed pink. “Well uh… I’ve never actually… gone on one, I think. Well– Fushiguro and I do date-like stuff all the time, but we’ve never… spoken about it. So I don’t know if it counts.”

Choso deflated.

His best advisor was not going to save him this time.

Yuji didn’t miss the way Choso slumped into himself.

“Maybe ask Gojo? He’s super experienced with women. Megumi told me himself!”

***

A tall white-haired sorcerer whistled, gazing up at the beamed wooden ceiling of the Jujutsu Tech hallway. Golden late afternoon light streamed into the halls; Choso had spent the better part of the day looking for the man before him, but he never seemed to exist in the places he was supposed to be.

Looking at the bag in his hand– presumably filled with kikufuku, if the shop name was anything to go by– Gojo hadn’t even been on the premises at all.

The sorcerer tapped his glossy lips pensively. “Women? Mmmmm… never been on a date with one!” 

Purple nails dug into sweaty palms.

“Oh. Yuji said… nevermind. Sorry to interrupt you.” Choso turned to leave, embarrassment painted vermillion across his cheeks.

A black blindfold obscured his eyes, but Choso could feel the weight of Gojo Satoru’s gaze as it fell onto him.

“Choso Kamo– hold on. Yuji thinks I’m good with women?” A pearly-white grin stretched out pale, ethereal features. “Maybe I can help. Here. Come into my office.”

Which is how he ended up here.

Choso shuffled his chair imperceptibly closer. It was luxuriously upholstered– as everything else was, in the dimly-lit restaurant.

“So um… do you have a favourite Digimon?”

Yuki paused from where she cut into a very red steak. Brown eyes met his from under golden bangs, something akin to amusement glinting in her eyes.

“Digimon? Hmmm… Ordinemon.” Yuki skewered a sliver of meat, bringing it up to her prettily painted lips. Suddenly, Choso’s throat felt very dry. “I didn’t know you were a fan, Cho.”

“Oh–” Choso fiddled with the sleeve of his dress shirt, pushing it up just a little past his watch to feign looking at the time. Chicken scratch, miniscule, scrawled out key words Gojo had taught him. “I like… um… Shoutmon. X7. The superior one.”

Yuki tilted her head, hitting at him once again with that loaded gaze. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” Choso met her eyes, downing his water in thirsty gulps. His shirt collar was tight, and was it hot in here?

The restaurant was beautiful– all dark wood and black lacquer, low golden light and modern fixtures. Another recommendation by the strongest. The waiter had plucked a cloth napkin from in front of him, folded it, and placed it on Choso’s lap upon his arrival. A golden, fizzy drink tasting uniquely sharp filled a tall, skinny glass to the brim. Multiple utensils and several plates of varying sizes spanned the table in front of him. 

Choso felt distinctly out of place, but Yuki looked right at home. It filled his chest with an ache he couldn’t describe.

He wanted more of it.

“You’re full of surprises, Choso Kamo.”

She was a vision, smiling at him so soft over the rim of her near-empty glass. She finished it, glossy lips leaving a sinful print on the side. He slid his champagne closer to her, and she took it graciously, swapping it for her empty flute.

He wanted to press his lips to her mark.

Choso’s face flushed; he hoped Yuki didn’t notice under the low lights.

A young, too-happy waiter roused Choso from his thoughts, taking their dessert order. Choso had barely touched his pappardelle bolognese. 

Yuki whispered something to the man, neatly manicured nails covering her mouth. Her eyes never left Choso’s. Her gaze was hypnotic, drinking in Choso’s face in a way that had him squirming.

He whispered an apology, eager to excuse himself to the bathroom as the waiter left. Purple-tipped fingers wrapped around his wrist as he stood.

“Choso.”

“Yes, Miss. Tsukumo?”

“‘Yuki’ is fine, Cho.”

“Sorry.” The tips of his ears burnt. “Yes, Miss. Yuki?”

It felt good in his mouth, on his tongue, and the way Yuki smiled in response had his head spinning.

“Thank you for this… it’s real nice.”

“You deserve nice things.”

Her eyes softened, crinkling at the corners. “Aren’t you the sweetest? I just wanna eat you up.”

The coo she used to speak to him had his stomach doing aerials.

Fuck.

He needed to find a bathroom quick.

“Poor boy– so embarrassed. You can go, Cho. But hurry back soon for dessert, okay?”

He nodded as fingers loosened their grip, wrapping instead around the stem of her– Choso’s– glass.

“Good boy.”

All the heat drained from his face, flooding the pit of his stomach. His legs had never moved quicker.

In the dark zen of the bathroom, Choso splashed cold water on his face. He paced a bit, texted Yuji that it was going well, made sure he ate dinner too, and drenched his face again. After patting himself dry with a soft paper towel and giving himself a pep-talk, he made his way back to the table on shaky legs.

Before Yuki sat an elaborate mess of dark chocolate, vanilla ice cream, and strawberries. A thin silver candle crowned the middle of a stout chocolate cake at the plate’s centre, letting off small golden sparks. Choso took his seat, and Yuki handed him a tiny metal spoon with a smile.

“Let’s make a toast, Cho.” Yuki carved into the cake with her spoon, dark chocolate oozing out the centre and pooling around the white of the ice cream. “To many more dates.”

The thought filled him with butterflies– the exact ones he needed to tamp down in the bathroom.

“To many more dates,” he whispered, almost a prayer.

Choso dug into the cake himself, skirting around the strawberries as he scooped up molten chocolate with his spoon. Bringing it up to his lips, warmth pooled on Choso’s tongue as the rich cake melted away. The cocoa cut through the sweetness with a subtle bitter tang, and he couldn’t help but hum.

Yuki moaned around her spoon, shutting her eyes in bliss. Scooping up a sliver of strawberry, she popped it into her mouth in quick succession.

“Fuck, that’s good. You like it, Choso?”

“Yeah– what is it?”

“Chocolate lava cake.” She smiled as she dug in for her second scoop, dragging a little piece of cake through the ice cream lapping at the plate’s edge.

Popping it into her mouth, vanilla cream painted the edges of her pretty pink lips a foamy white.

Brown eyes locked, and Yuki’s slender tongue peeked out to clean the corner of her mouth. Choso felt something low in his navel stir.

“You like dark chocolate better than milk chocolate, right?”

Choso had never given it much thought, but now that she’d pointed it out, it was undeniably true. It wasn’t as cloyingly sweet; he could fill his belly and not feel sick. He planned to do just that. With another heaping spoonful, Choso’s cheeks puffed as he nodded.

“Fun fact about dark chocolate,” Yuki whispered, jaw resting atop a delicate fist.

Under the table, something brushed against Choso’s leg. He stiffened as a nylon-clad foot slipped under his pant leg, dragging up his shin slowly.

“It’s a natural aphrodisiac.”

***

“Yuki… please…”

Punched out of his lungs, his pleas were so beautifully broken.

“Please what, baby? Can you use your words for me?”

“Do something–”

Yuki had dragged him from the restaurant as soon as their receipt finished printing. Choso looked so pretty in the passenger seat of her sports car– cheeks flushed and eyes wide as her hand squeezed the inside of his thigh dangerously close to his tented crotch. He could only speak in stuttering breaths, fidgeting in his seat as he snapped his gaze between his boner and Yuki’s fingers.

“So needy. You can be good and wait for me, can’t you?”

A half-hearted whimper escaped his lips, and Yuki rewarded him with a little slap on his inner thigh. Choso’s spine shot rigid, thighs trembling deliciously under the soft skin of her palm as she soothed the spot in gentle circles.

As much as Yuki Tsukumo preferred life overseas, she had a lush one in Tokyo too. Much like Gojo Satoru, her status as a special grade afforded her certain privileges unthinkable to the general public. Her apartment– a swanky glass-walled penthouse in Roppongi– was straight out of a magazine. Her sleek foreign car was another luxury she flaunted, especially as she sped through the bright Shibuya streets.

She might have set a world record with the speed at which she made it home.

Tossing her keys onto a stout side table and pulling Choso inside, Yuki couldn’t help but feel a little smug. If Choso’s wide-eyed stare were anything to go by, he had never been in a girl’s apartment before, let alone one as lush as this. Yuki basked in the feeling. He really was too cute.

“Wow…”

“You like? I’m glad.” Yuki slipped off her heels, tossing them aside as she padded further into the house.

With a click of a button, her fireplace roared to life, bathing the vast darkness of her living room in low, warm light.

Choso, bless his heart, stayed put at the entrance.

“Cho?”

“Yes, Miss. Yuki?”

“What are you doing over there, baby?”

The way he fidgeted every time Yuki purred out his name had her navel heating and ovaries clenching. He looked utterly edible in his little suit and dress shirt combo– he even left his hair down this time.

“Come closer so I can look at you properly.”

He undid his dress shoes and approached the couch where Yuki sprawled. With another click, soft music hummed from her surround-sound system, something to fill the silence and warm her up.

Not that she thought she needed it.

Seeing Choso up close, flush dusted over the stripe on his nose, he was even prettier. Full cheeks, soft lips, big doe eyes– he was a vision. And here he stood between her thighs, all wrapped up just for her.

“Take your jacket off, Cho. It’s just us.”

He obeyed almost immediately. Muscle ripped just beneath the thin black fabric of his button-up, chest straining against the buttons as he slipped his arms out their sleeves.

A purple manicured hand dragged down the front panel of his shirt, palming the contour of a soft pec. The ghost of a touch, and his eyes were already glassy in the dim light.

Delicious indeed.

“Choso, baby?” Yuki’s voice was honeyed, dripping in saccharine seduction.

He was nodding before he even knew what she wanted, as eager to please as a dog.

“You know why I brought you here?”

“No, ma’am.”

The way he addressed her– so formal– drew a giggle from Yuki.

“I wanna sleep with you.”

“Oh… okay.”

“You know what that means, baby?”

Choso shifted his weight from foot to foot, pants obviously tightening around the crotch. A crotch that was mere inches from Yuki’s face as he stood before her.

The man nodded, and her hand slipped lower on his torso, dragging down the flat of his tummy. 

“Mr. Gojo taught me a lot.”

Yuki stilled.

“Gojo… Satoru?”

Choso nodded.

Yuki barked a laugh.

“Oh, you poor thing. Gojo Satoru– oh. Baby, no. Never take advice from him.”

Choso flushed, eyebrows furrowing under dark bangs. Doe eyes, once starry and lustful, now filled with worry.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never gone on a date before, and Yuji said–” it was a mile a minute. 

Yuki’s heart warmed.

“Is that why you were asking about Digimon?”

“Was that bad?”

“No– no. Of course not. But you haven’t seen it, have you?”

The shake of Choso’s hung head had Yuki cooing, pulling him into her lap by the hip.

“Aw, that’s alright, Cho. You didn’t have to go all that way to try to impress me. I like hearing about what you like.”

Choso’s eyes found the spot where they met– his thighs atop Yuki’s– and she could feel the staccato of his heartbeat against her skin.

“I’ll talk you through it. We’ll go slow, okay?”

Choso nodded, and gentle fingertips lifted his gaze back to her face. 

“We’ll start with some rules. Rule one– you need to use your words. Let’s try that again. Can I talk you through sleeping with me, Choso Kamo?”

“Yes.” It was quick, almost cutting Yuki off. “I’d like that… please, Miss Yuki.”

“Rule two: as cute as it is, no ‘Miss Yuki’ while we’re doing this. Okay? Makes a woman feel old,” she laughed.

“Okay… Yuki.”

“Good boy.”

Choso preened, chest puffing up imperceptibly. Yuki ran one hand from his hip up his torso, circling his pec with gentle fingertips slowly.

“Rule three– and the most important one– if you don’t like what I’m doing, you’re hurting, or you just want to stop, you tell me. Immediately. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

Yuki pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, then the tip of his nose. Choso fidgeted in her lap, hands awkwardly folded atop his clothed thighs.

Running a thumb dangerously close to the peak of his chest, the man stiffened, breathing heavily through his nose.

“You gotta relax, baby. Here. Give me your hands.”

Purple-nailed hands– bigger and veinier than hers, but painted just the same– met Yuki’s in between them. Yuki slowly brought his palms up, placing them onto her covered breasts.

Choso was transfixed, running his fingers reverently over the soft silk of her top. The firmness was unexpected. A tentative squeeze left his mind spinning; if not for the warm weight in his palms, then for the soft pretty noise that escaped Yuki’s throat.

His pants were uncomfortably tight. And warm. And wet.

Sharp purple nails raked over Choso’s areolas through his shirt. He sucked in a stuttered breath, back arching as his hands clawed into Yuki’s clothed tits.

“Sensitive, baby?” Yuki cooed, thumbing over pert nipples.

Choso bit into his lower lip to muffle the embarrassing noises that threatened to spill out. His hips rocked on their own, rutting into the valley between Yuki’s thighs.

Yuki’s hands left his chest, and Choso chased her warmth.

He opened his mouth to whine, to plead, but her fingers were undoing the front buttons on her top. Shrugging off the silk, more skin than Choso had ever seen was laid bare.

Row upon row of abdominal muscles, paired with a soft, curvaceous frame– soft, plump breasts near spilling out a purple lace bra… he had gone to heaven.

Trembling fingertips traced the frilled trim, slipping down into the dip between Yuki’s breasts. Yuki giggled, musical and light, grabbing at his wrists.

“A gentleman helps a lady with her bra, Choso.”

His mind reeled.

Yuki slid his hands towards her back, letting him feel the clasp.

“Push the two straps closer together, and they should unhook.”

Trembling hands struggled, but Yuki’s whispered encouragement spurred him to keep trying.

“That’s it… doing so good for me, Cho. It’ll feel so much better like this, I promise.”

His cock twitched with interest, leaking into his dress slacks obscenely. As purple lace fell to the floor, Choso’s heart stopped beating.

Yuki Tsukumo was a beautiful woman.

Her face was elegant– soft in all the right places, defined in the others. She always looked put-together, even mid-fight or in the void of Tengen’s tomb. She was plump; slim at the waist and round in the ass, the type of woman that graced the screen of the films Yuji made him watch.

He had known this since he first saw her.

But these… fuck.

Fat, creamy breasts obscured his vision. Large blushing areolas accentuated firm nipples, perked under the attention. Yuki brought his hands back to her tits, and this time they were soft.

He was so hard it hurt.

Yuki’s breasts spilled out from between his fingers as he squeezed. Her nipples strained against his rough palms, and Yuki leaned back into the black leather of her couch.

“Just like that, Cho– fuck. Suck my tits, baby.”

A current ran through his lower half, tension building in his groin as he brought his lips to one of her breasts. His mouth watered as a nipple slipped between his lips, warm and firm. The tip of his tongue flicked out to feel, and the groan Yuki let out in response had him bucking his hips faster. The friction did little for his aching cock, but with each suck, jolts of arousal had his dick impossibly harder.

A clawed hand fisted into his hair, sharp nails dragging against the back of his skull to pull him closer.

“Fuck. Sucking so fucking good, baby– good boy.”

Whether it was the broken, gasped way she said it, the feel of his clothed cock against her legs, or the sweet tit in his mouth, Choso was gone.

Eyes rolling back into his skull, hands fisting into the fat of her tits as he cried out, Choso’s toes curled. Tears threatened to gather, eyes stinging as his pants grew uncomfortably warmer and wetter.

His rhythm grew sloppy against her plush thighs, breathing loudly through his nose as he hollowed his cheeks around the nipple.

The fingers in his hair rubbed soothing circles on his scalp, dark brown eyes falling on him with blown pupils.

“You cumming, baby?”

He felt hot all over, tense in his abdomen as his cock filled with sparks. He whimpered– a broken little noise– as it all became too much. His dick felt hot; he was hyper-aware of the scratch of his rough boxer-briefs, of her hand in his hair.

Yuki, of course, knew exactly what he needed. With experienced fingers, she unbuttoned his top, tossing it off to the side. She moved Choso to the spot on the couch beside her, freeing her legs to slip off her skirt. Bending over to put on a show, she made quick work of discarding her purple lace panties.

Choso whined, something so sweet and needy, as she fell to her knees before him.

“Shhh… Let me clean you up properly, Cho.”

“Please,” he gasped, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed as he looked down at her. 

Elegant hands made quick work of his belt, then of the button and zipper of his dress slacks. Choso sucked in a breath as Yuki’s hand slid down the front of his pants to palm at his rock hard cock.

Tacky warmth painted her palm, and Yuki was cooing.

“Came so much, baby– just for me?”

Choso’s little nod had her thighs squeezing and her cunt dripping.

With gentle fingers, she pulled out his softening cock. Choso’s seed painted purple nails in a pearly sheen, dripping between her fingers in warm rivulets.

Choso watched with rapt attention as Yuki brought her slicked hand between her legs, slender digits strung together by sticky ropes of his seed. A soft, gasped noise escaped from parted glossy lips as fingertips prodded between her legs. 

Choso’s heart clenched. He wanted to be the one between her thighs making her feel like that.

Long fingers disappeared into her core, pushing Choso’s semen inside. With her dry hand, Yuki tucked hair behind one ear, eyes locking with his. A lithe pink tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip, and heat pooled in Choso’s core again. His cock stirred, jumping at Yuki’s mouth, and she pressed a soothing kiss to his aching tip.

“Aww– ready to go again?”

Her pink lips stretched into a catlike grin, frenulum pressed up to her lower lip. A bead of precum welled, and Yuki’s lips were on it before Choso could blink. The soft warmth of her lips, the gentle pressure, had him pressing his thighs together.

Yuki peppered slow, gentle kisses down his length, tongue flicking at his balls as she reached his base. Working her way back up, she was sloppier, open-mouthed. It took everything in Choso to not thrash.

Pretty pink lips wrapped around the aching head of his dick, flat of a hot tongue pressing and swirling against sensitive flesh. Yuki hollowed her cheeks, and the pressure shot electricity up his spine. Choso arched back against the couch as Yuki swallowed him down, easing him into her throat. Obscene noises– slurping, moaning, and panting– filled the room. Yuki worked herself between her legs, long fingers using Choso’s seed to lubricate their glide. 

“Yuki– gonna–” Choso’s voice was pitchy, breaking as he threw his head back. 

Yuki gently rolled his balls between her fingertips, humming as she bobbed her head along his length. The white of his cooling seed gathered at the corners of her lips as she worked, and fuck. Choso’s hips stuttered forward, lodging his cock deeper down her throat as his legs tensed up.

Pressure mounted deliciously in his core, heating his length unbearably. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath.

He was going to do it.

He was going to cum in her mouth.

With desperate hands, he clutched at her hair, fucking into her throat with shallow, needy thrusts.

“Yuki!”

Pop.

The blonde pulled off his length with a cheeky smile, a string of saliva connecting those sinfully glossy lips and the pulsating head of his cock.

“Not yet, Cho.”

A needy whine bubbled out of his throat, hips rutting forward against her sheened lips.

Yuki placed a firm hand on his hip, pinning him down with a click of her tongue.

“Ah ah— be good, baby. Can you be good?”

“Yuki…“

“If you do, I’ll make you feel even better. I promise.”

Reluctantly, Choso stilled. 

“Okay.”

“Good. My room. Now.”

***

Choso wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore.

Fuck, he barely remembered his name.

Yuki had brought him so close so many times. His mouth tasted distinctly like blood, lips raw from biting into them as she toyed with his body. She had wrung moan after moan out of him— brought him to the ledge, had him teetering with his thighs trembling and his core flexed. 

But she never let him cum.

Now, heaving and trembling on the bed, Yuki parted his shaking thighs. 

“Gotta get you ready. It’s gonna feel a little weird at first, okay?”

Choso’s head lolled to the side, taking slow, shallow breaths as his painful cock leaked onto his navel.

Slender fingers pried apart his asscheeks, Yuki’s face mere inches away from his most private parts.

If he were any less horny, perhaps he would have had it in him to feel embarrassed.

Now, he just wanted to— needed to— cum.

So when Yuki licked a stripe from his hole to his shaft, Choso couldn’t help but press back into her mouth. When she spat on his entrance and slurped it back off, he moaned for more. When she got out a furiously pink bottle and poured cold liquid down his crack, he laid there and took it.

He was going to be good.

He needed to be good.

For her.

Soft fingers circled his entrance, putting gentle pressure on his rim. The sensation was new— vulnerable— but it had his back arching off the bed in anticipation.

The tip of a finger breached him, shallowly fucking that cool gel inside. He hissed, and Yuki stilled, pressing a kiss to a freckle on his left hip.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Hurts,” he whimpered, hand snaking down from his pillow to paw at his dick.

“Choso.”

The sharp tone had his hand stilling and his eyes rolling back. Inside, that finger hooked up against a spot that had his legs clamping shut.

“No touching, baby. Let me.”

Soft hands pushed his legs back open by the knees. His own hand retracted to the pillow, fisting in the silk case as Yuki’s finger slipped out, only to push back in and prod that spot again.

His mouth fell open, drool gathering on the inside of his cheek as his eyes squeezed shut. For the nth time that night, he was getting close. He tried not to think about it, tried not to feel it; he wouldn’t be finishing anyways.

“Yu… ki…”

“Getting close again, baby?”

Choso didn’t even bother answering. She knew. She always knew. 

His cock jumped against his tummy, leaking out wasteful beads of precum— lubing up his insides for something that would never come.

Yuki’s finger slid in deeper, fucking him to the knuckle before she pressed a second fingertip to his rim. Dark brown eyes gazed up from between parted thighs, a sinful tongue lapping at her puffy lower lip.

“Have to get you real soft for the strap.”

A second finger breached his hole, the sting a slow buzz that spread up to his back. Two fingertips bullied the tender spot inside him, and his eyes rolled back into his skull. Choso pressed his hips back into the digits, and fuck.

Taking them to the hilt had his body alight.

Before he could process, he was cumming— ropes and ropes of thick white semen soiling his soft pecs and flat tummy, dripping into the divot of his belly button. 

Yuki took advantage of this pliant state to stretch him open, fucking him through his orgasm on two, then three, fingers.

When she was satisfied, she was flipping him— Choso, in his post-orgasm haze, could only moan as his sensitive, too-wet cock made contact with the cool sheets.

Yuki disappeared off behind him, rustling in drawers and boxes he couldn’t muster the energy to look back upon.

As the bed creaked under her returning weight, Yuki couldn’t help but admire the man beneath her.

From behind, Choso was so beautiful. Fit and pale, he was a painting. 

She pulled him back by his sides, dragging his ass up to present properly for her. Yuki’s purple shellacked nails dug into the fat of his hips, softly accentuated by the arch of his back. 

A long, thick purple strap glistened prettily as she smeared cherry lubricant on it, taking in the way Choso’s slicked hole was clenching around nothing.

“Open wide for me, baby…”

With a guiding hand, Yuki’s strap breached his rosy hole. Watching it stretch around her girth was intoxicating; the soft groan of the bed matched the pretty noise that escaped Choso, and just like that, Yuki Tsukumo was addicted.

She chose a forgiving pace at first— shallow fucking with just the tip, hands kneading Choso’s love handles and the plush of his ass.

He was so flushed, so pliant, moaning under her. He drooled onto her white silk-clad pillow, doe eyes glassy and distant as he took her in deeper. 

He was a doll, still and obedient, opening up so nice on her cock. Yuki leaned over, pressing a kiss to his neck, then shoulder, chaste. The angle had her slipping in a little deeper, and soon, Choso was taking her to the hilt.

“How’s that feel, baby? Sucking me in so well.”

Choso moaned wantonly, thighs parted and shaking a little. His lower lip, spit-slicked and reddened, quivered. 

“Use your words.”

Yuki pulled back, splaying a hand on the small of his back as she drove in more forcefully, determined to fuck an answer out of him. With each thrust, her hips mashed into the soft flesh of his ass; the jiggle was hypnotizing.

Choso cried out as she put pressure on his prostate once again, glassy eyes welling with need. The dark spot on Yuki’s pillow grew, a heady mix of saliva, tears, and desire.

“Need to cum… need you– need…” he was babbling. It was wet, hiccuped, gritted out from a clearly sore throat.

“Cum on me, baby. Cum on my cock.” 

Choso’s pliant hole tightened, clenching rhythmically on the base of her strap. Short-nailed hands fisted the pillow next to his face, and Choso bit down on his knuckles to muffle his whimpers.

Yuki reached a hand around his smooth chest, pinching and pulling at a rosy nipple.

He was gone.

With a cry, he was spurting; gushing out his seed onto the sheets, humping the air uselessly as he met his release.

Yuki stilled deep inside, letting him bear down on her to ride out his pleasure, eyes rolling back under dark brows.

“Good boy, Cho. Let it all out for me.”

He whined, a small broken noise, as he spurted out the last dregs of his seed. His abused cock jumped in the air as a sinful string of semen connected his purplish tip to the bed.

As the last of his strength waned, Choso collapsed into the mattress, landing on his fresh puddle of cum.

“Let’s go clean you up.” Yuki leaned over him, gently pulling out before placing a kiss on his shoulder blade.

“Not… done.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not done.”

When Choso looked back at her, Yuki Tsukumo realized her mistake.

This wasn’t a man she had brought home.

This was a curse.

One who did not leave bad sorcerers unpunished.

***

Yuki Tsukumo liked rough things.

That included her men.

Not only did she like them rough— she liked it rough as well.

But this?

Choso had her bent like a pretzel. 

Her ankles dangled by his ears, purple-nailed toes curled impossibly tight. Her thighs were red and angry under strong hands, pushing them wide against her chest. Her tits— bitten and spit-slicked— bounced with each unrelenting thrust into her core, and fuck. 

She could see the outline of his cock as he drove into her.

Choso was an animal.

Dark bangs obscured his face, sweat-sheened and dripping. Dark eyes pinned Yuki down, honed in on where he was disappearing into her, or on the tantalizing sway of her breasts. His abdomen clenched and unclenched as he held her down with his big frame, folding her right in half to fuck in as deep as he needed.

He wanted to feel her womb.

Despite the rough handling— the sharp smacks of his tight balls against her plush ass— the noises he made were beautifully soft. Little grunts and groans, soft hisses when a jolt of pleasure shot up his spine; it was symphonic. Yuki’s mind reeled as he pressed those sinful sounds against her neck and jaw.

Choso’s hands fell from her thighs to her ass, lifting Yuki’s lower half up onto his cock like a toy. Her cunt, hot and dripping, was melting his dick off. He couldn’t get enough.

“Cho… so…”

He grunted in response, nosing at the column of her throat.

“Gonna— don’t stop.”

He didn’t plan on it. Not until she was bloated. Not until she was round and heavy with his seed, until she was glowing with it.

He licked a stripe along her neck, following the trail of a stray bead of sweat. She was salty, tangy— perfect on his tongue. 

Pearly white canines latched onto Choso’s shoulder and bore down. Yuki groaned into his skin, pussy squeezing tight around his shaft as she reached her peak.

The flutter of her orgasm— the moans muffled into his flesh— had Choso seeing stars.

Fuck.

He had wanted to hold on, but the tingling in his shaft, the jolts of pleasure to his tip, were not going to let him hold on for much longer.

“Inside. Has to be inside. Yuki— please.” He growled into her neck as she cried into his collarbone, pulse fluttering against her tongue and lips.

She dropped her legs, but before Choso could protest, those pretty ankles were locking behind his back, heels digging into his ass to drag him deeper.

Yuki’s pliant pussy sucked him right in, tip meeting the gummy resistance of her cervix deep inside. Choso’s brain was working overtime, instincts raring to fuck right past her barrier and finish in her womb.

But he couldn’t hold it any longer.

As soon as those legs squeezed around him, and purple nails met his back, Choso was cumming so hard he couldn’t see.

His head clouded over as white painted the insides of Yuki’s pretty pink pussy, seed gushing out against her cervix. She was so full of cock and sperm, and each shallow thrust had Choso’s release dripping out around his shaft.

He couldn’t have that.

��Have to keep it in.“ He was babbling, mouth running before his mind could catch up.

“Choso?”

“Have to hold it in so it can— can take,“ he grunted, nails clawing into the softness of her ass.

“Baby—“

“Fuck. Gonna have to fill you up again. Not enough.”

Big hands flipped Yuki onto her side, and Choso was driving right back in.

Gone was the malleable man with the pretty tears and soft voice— this was Choso Kamo, the eldest of the death painting wombs.

From the looks of it, he was going to make sure she never forgot that.

***

Morning broke early, a stunning show of rose and violet, bathing Yuki’s sleeping form in soft golden light.

Choso had never felt so much.

Twirling tawny strands with gentle fingers, his heart was on the brink of bursting.

The woman before him slept soundly, covered in the purple marks of his love. He had cried, when he came-to, over how much he had marked her— until she did it right back to him.

They matched.

He cleaned her with his tongue– then again in the bath– with unmatched reverence as she drifted in and out of a sound sleep. Each time she stirred, it was to play with his hair or coo at him. Choso had never felt warmer.

She held him in her arms so gently as she fell asleep for good. He hadn’t felt so safe, so loved, in a long time.

He knew it then; he wanted Yuki to be there for all his firsts.

In this life, and the next.

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[kel-lance]

JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 1

Warnings:

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise:

Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 12 chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

Ch/gang guide: so basically in like 2026

You - 27

Rika: 25

Roymen: Zenin: Gojo:

- SUKUNA (39), TOJI (47), GOJO (37),

- Yuuji (24), Megumi (24), Utahime (39),

- Choso (30), Maki (25), Shoko (39),

- Kamo (27), Mai (25), Ijichii (35),

- Todo (27), Momo (26), Nanami (36),

- Yuki (34), Nobara (24), Yuta (25),

- Geto (36), Panda (25) Hakari (27),

- Mimiko (22), Miwa (26), Kirara (27),

- Nanako (22) Toge (26), Kokichi (25),

“No way I’m sleeping for dinner tonight.” You stuffed your hair in a beanie and threw your hood over your eyes. Your smaller frame makes you easier to be dismissed as teenager, people just thinking you’re just an emo on their occasional stroll through the city, it was the perfect excuse they made up for you. Running into them, “stupid brat”, or just swiftly taking something passing it off as youre asking for directions. That was when you were just practicing; right now, you had to use those skills again. The bustling city really tones itself down when the third clan moved in.

No one knows where they came from, but they’re worse than the Zenin Gang. The Gojo Gang was supposed to be there to even them out but with the Ryomen gang, everyone was so scare of them that half the population started to stay inside, that’s what it seemed.

“Lucky.” Some dumbass just entered your alley to take a phone call. Knowing your size you’d be apprehended immediately, but if it’s one person, you could quickly snatch something and you’d be living like a king once again (until the next poor soul comes across your path.) You just didn’t find the use in a job, being stuck in this world that would use you just for being born, you wanted to prove it wrong.

You toss your trash and start walking towards this figure, making it seem like you were just passing them. They ignore you and you smile because this is the perfect time to “Oof!”

You smack into the man in the alley and you get knocked on your ass. The man stands tall and barely moves. “Call me back in 5 minutes.”

The man hangs up his phone and looks down at you. “All this space in this alley and you run into me? Really? You don’t think it’s obvious what you’re trying to do kid?”

You’ve never had a confrontation like this before. What the hell, how did he stand so still, it was like running into a wall. “He’s got me figured out, guess i’ll just return his wallet while he still thinks i’m a kid.”

You reach into your jacket and he grabs your arm. “Are you trying to retrurn this to me?” He pulls out his wallet, you thought you grabbed that? Did he take it back at the last second? Did you never take it? “Or are you finding a weapon. Do you need it that badly that you’ll go up against me?”

“I don’t know you.” You answer. You want to run away but he couches down to you, making you face him. “I don’t blame you.” He grabs at your hat and hood, taking them off, along with your giant jacket.

“Oh? I wouldn’t have noticed you were a bitch.” He was being rough, or maybe it was gentle for him, but this was fucked, you had to leave, now. You try to get up but he grabs your shoulder, keeping you down with him.

“What do you want? Jut let me go.” He’s gotta have other plans if he didn’t want to be bothered.

He laughs like that was funny. “Let you go? You knocked into /me/. It was your whole idea to get involved.”

You didn’t know what do to, he was making shit up now. He tried to lean close but you moved back. I like that. He moves in again and you grit your teeth and try to hit him. He punches you in the stomach so hard you stop breathing for a second. It was awful, god what the fuck was he gonna kill you? That’s too far for stealing a wallet.

“Remember what Ive been saying?”

You heave over yourself.

“I’ll just train you better, your reaction is quite nice.“

His phone rings as you try to collect yourself.You could barely move, much less drag yourself to sit up against the wall. Every breath of life was agonizing.

“Yeah, perfect timing, yeah I was just teaching this bitch a lesson. Tried to steal my wallet just now. Ballsy.” He says while looking down at you.

Holy fucking shit you were in fear. Your legs couldn’t move if you tried. You just knew he was dangerous if this was normal for him.

You shrink down yourself down to minimize the pain barely anything came up but still you were heaving.

He comes over and stomps on you while listening in on the phone. His large boot putting pressure between your legs.

Were you enjoying this? The strange man just won’t stop grinding himself in the right spot, the pain subsided and you looked like a breathless messy pervert on the street.

“Hey are you paying attention?!” The person on the phone almost yelled out.

“Ill call you back.”

He stopped the pressure when you started to squirm and humor yourself into his boot. He lifts you up in with one arm.

He looks at you with cold eyes. “You’re fucked up.”

“You-you” You breathed through hungry breaths.

“Wow, okay.” He rolls his eyes and grabs at you. “Lets see if you can handle me then.”

“That’s not what i meant!” You tried to back yourself away from him when he grabs at your face and wipes it off, looking around for something. There’s a corner past the other end of the alley, and he drags you there, bending you over the wall.

“Is this all you want?” You spit out.

“You’re so nonchalant about this.”

“Being out here this long, it’s bound to happen.” Life on the street, this is the reason why you had to cover up you were a woman. It didn’t help that you looked smaller, easier if anything. It wasn’t anything new for survival.

“They told me I was great, couldn’t even last 2 minutes.“

“Then you shouldn’t be worried” He whips it out.

Your stomach dropped. “What the fuck wait-“

He spits on his tip only and angles it down, centering where your cervix may be. He thrusts in, tearing your walls apart, you scream out loud and he punches you in the back of the head, almost making you black out for a second.

“Shhhh oooh wow you are great,” He grunts as you still find space for him. “But can you survive me?”

Your head hurt, your legs hurt, you can’t do much but go limp and bear it. He was ruining you. His dick make your legs go numb, they just hit you so hard deep inside that you feel the shock in your face and toes with each assault.

All you could do was manage your breathing through this, holy shit this was something else. He grabs your neck with his forearm, choking you while pulling him closer to him, going even deeper, making you cry.

“Aw does this hurt?” He whispers in your ear.

“F-Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “You started squeezing me each time you hear my voice, are you that easy to train?”

You let out another cry and hit the wall with your fist, trying to redirect some of the pain. He stays in you and grinds into you, he’s just trying to make u cum to humiliate you.

He reaches around and kisses at your neck and drops you up and down on him. The rhythm is making you go insane and it feels like he has so many hands with he way he keeps everywhere occupied.

You cum so hard you actually squirt, wait did you? You’ve never done that before so truthfully it was as embarrassing as it was shocking. You couldn’t stop shaking from your core.

“Jesus, I’m gonna need new pants.” You cling to the wall, face tingling, you couldn’t even try out your legs, it was out of the question. You let yourself start to feel, shaking as a wave of emotions creep toward you as you hoped to be left alone in the alley, but he surprises you. “C’mon we’re going home.”

He grabs at you, picking your tired, half naked body up. You wanted to thrash and be freed, but if you risk kicking at his head, you might as well be begging to eat the curb. Before you know it you’re stuffed into a tinted out car in the barren street.

Avoiding eye contact, you sat still in the middle of the packed car. One of them had the decency to give you their jacket to cover yourself up with, but you couldn’t stop the smell, you smelled like and looked like sex. You were just happy it was over, though haven’t you heard this before, ‘Never let them bring you to a second location?” You were about to freak out again until the person next to you grabbed your arms and blindfolded you.

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They drag you out the car and have you follow them for what felt like the longest few minutes of your life. You find your senses quickly, the blindfold was taken off and you were somewhat free again. “Here.” Your escorts pushed you into the room.

You’ve been brought to where it looked like these two girls were waiting to clean you up. Without saying much, they get to work.

At it for a good half hour, most of your injuries were treated. They keep you awake in case you have a concussion.

“You two leave.” Your captor entered the room.

“But her head-“

“I was the one who gave her the injury, I know how hard I hit her. Now leave before I decide to cut alliances with your father, and take you two along with this pitiful bitch.”

The girls hold their breath and take nothing with them, leaving you two alone. When you’re not in a u Jed away spot in the street together, he actually started to look larger by comparison. Do you really think you could’ve taken him on?

What was there to say? What was he going to do to you? Did that matter anymore? You hold onto your belly, tracing over the bruises he left, not being able to stomach another hit from him in your current condition. The large man walks over to your bed.

Towering over you, admiring his work, “I came back only because you didn’t satisfy me. I mean I make you a squirting mess and you mess up my pants? That doesn’t sound fair does it?”

“Who are you?” You don’t dare to move or the ache will start again. “How do you have all this power?”

He sounded amused. “You still haven’t figured it out yet? Or did I hit you too hard.” He flicks your forehead.

“Seriously!”

You’re sure of it, there’s no way someone like you would’ve ever met anyone from the top 3. You had no business with them, you stayed out of their business and locations. “My name is Sukuna.”

As the thoughts crossed your mind, he takes ur blanket off and sees you all cleaned up, of course, still bruised and swollen from just before.

Tearing off the blanket, immediately ripping apart the robes and cloths that covered you, he exposes you and keeps your legs spread. No warning, he just dives right in. You’re taken aback by the sudden collision. His tongue dances around your sex before he starts lapping you up. His flattened tongue grazing your clit then sucking at it had your whole body reacting.

He picked your legs up to get a better angle. His hot mouth felt like it was melting into you. It wasn’t long before he brought you to orgasm again, but just with his mouth. It wasn’t enough for him, he needed more.

Stuffing a few fingers into you, he doesn’t stop and continues working on your clit with his tongue again. Barely giving you time to recover from the sensitivity, you jolted more as he picked up his pacing, barely able to hold back screams.

Riding out your second orgasm into his hand, he looks down amused. “I needed to relieved some stress today, maybe the gods are finally listening to me. But was it luck? Fate? Hm…”

What is he talking about, weren’t you the one with semi brain damage?

The high leaves your body, though you could still feel it in you face. Sukuna takes his digits out of you and picks you up by the face. His other hand unsheatheding himself from his robes.

His erection was terrifying. Seeing it again made your body ache and you were screaming, at least you would if you found the strength but it was beat out of you, before, and now.

You couldnt stand for a second you thought his scar and tattooed decorated body was beautiful. That jawline, his dark features softened by his pink hair, and this distinguishing look in his eyes. Though cruel and harsh, scary like him, there was something else there. Not that you had time to look.

His cruelty brings you back. Shoving you full of his cock, rutting his hips in deeper every chance you think he’s done, he digs deeper. As he sits upright, he has gravity do most of the work. Putting his hands on the small of your back, using that to push you down further onto him. You were getting uncomfortable with this cock warming.

He was just digging holes into you now. Almost bored, watching your legs cringe at every grind. Your face contorting with pain and relief from moves only he’ll allow. He’s enjoying himself enough to almost forget that this was just a pit stop.

“Make me cum and I’ll go.” He says.

Through the pain, unable to ignore him, you ask, “What?”

“You heard me. If I’m late I can just skip my meetings and punish you for the rest of the day.” He threatened.

You pick yourself up with your thighs on top of his, the adjustment made it feel bigger, you were uncomfortable but you knew that it would be tighter from this angle. You’re trembling as your arms are weak yet they were pushing your body up onto his.

He looks down a bit amused. “Do you need some help?” Without waiting he puts his hands under your arms and pick you up, finally angling it right and dropping you down, his head hitting into your cervix.

“Mmm- Ahhh!” Youd cry out, wrapping your arms around his neck to better manage your weight. If you let go he’d break you, you held yourself up as much as you could but Sukuna doesn’t really like a clingy partner. He rips one arm off his neck and uses that hold to maneuver you above him.

“Hhhh! Hhhhahh….” Your short screams had become gasps and sighs, getting sweeter as he kept a rhythm. He grabs at your neck and face, pushing you to face him and you just kiss him violently back.

Pushing your chest onto his, feeling his blood rush as you can only manage to smother his face with sloppy kisses.

With this, he takes that as the go to and puts you back on your back, bending your knees up and makes your face go numb. Without a warning he slaps you so hard you almost rag doll. He laughs at you again, and pulls out, making a sloshing sound.

Almost embarrassed because of the noises you were making without him, he flips you over and shoves your face into the pillow. He slaps you ass hard, your scream silences as he pushes you further in the bed with his dick. He doesn’t stop, this feeling was deeper than you felt before, it was breaking you now.

“What’s my name bitch?” He’s gasping out.

“SUK-“ He slaps your ass. “SUH aH-“ He grabs stir, not letting you finish as he starts to relentlessly buck into you. “AHHH! SUKUNA!” You cry.

The pain and numbness; pleasure and confusion were all messing with your senses. Your cries were like melody to his ears, so much so he decided to choke you from behind. Your gasps and pathetic grunts desperately trying to get your brain some air, it drove him crazy.

He growls and grinds into you as he lays all his weight on you, like he claimed ownership. He’s so deep in you you couldn’t breathe and now you could feel it. He was twitching inside you, and something hot was spreading from inside. This was insane, with the weight, the asphyxiation, it was so much and oh-

Your body tensed up, toes curled and your fingers clenching onto whatever sheets and skin you could find at the moment. He dug his head and bit into your sweet spot. Sukuna’s arm that grabbed your neck, traveled to your womb, lifting you further into him as you came onto his still twitching cock.

“You didn’t do much this time,” He holds you on top of him still as he skewers through you, “but I can forgive you. Rest.” Sukuna stands up and lets you slip off of him, back into the bed weak as ever. He puts his robe back on and looks down at you from the bed. You couldn’t care, you’re just tired from the most unexpected few hours you’ve ever lived through. It wasn’t so much crazy as it was weird.

Dusting himself off, fixing the details of his new outfit, he stands up to leave. You watch as he carries himself with such a highly regard, you can’t help but rethink his status. He opens the door, to your surprise he speaks to someone.

“I told you I wouldn’t need long.” He says to the people outside. Were they there the whole time? What the hell was going on anymore. Was life as you knew it over? If you weren’t already, you were SO fucked.

“When the girls are done shopping tell them to clean her up, again.”

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I hope this is good I’ll prob reread it and rewrite it but here take it TAKE IT// I’ll be working on movie night w the boys next 😈

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Saved Multicharacter JJK Fics 2

SFW

How They Take Care Of You When You're Sick-Gojo, Geto, Nanami

When Your Baby-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Nanami, Geto)

When You Fall Asleep Waiting For Their Return-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuta, Yuji)

When You Say "Let's Make Out"-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

When You Slap His Ass-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

How They Grieve After Losing You-Gojo, Nanami

NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENED

When He Meets His Future Kids With You-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Inumaki)

When You Wipe Off His Kiss-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta)

Oh God! It's Walking?! (Baby's First Steps)-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna

How Neglectful-Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto, Yuji, Megumi (SMAU)

'We' Broke The Microwave-Itafushi, no reader

Incorrect Quotes

Hurt/Near Death Reader-Gojo, Megumi

Random Things They Do-Gojo , Geto , yuji , megumi , inumaki

What Is Y/n For You?-Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Inumaki, Choso, Suguru and Sukuna

Strawberry Scented Kisses-Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojō, Chōsō Kamo

S/O Who's In A Coma- Gojo, Megumi, Yuji

Foreign Reader- Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

Sleeping On Them- Gojo, Yuta, Geto, Yuji, Megumi

How They Love You-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Megumi, Yuji

How They Show Their Love For You

Moments With Your Pregnant Belly- Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

NSFW

Random SatoSugu (No Reader)

Loving You Right-Toji, Choso

You're Too Tight-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Drink Me-Gojo, Choso

Punishing Gojo using Geto

Geto and Gojo Getting Pegged

Big Dick Energy-Gojo, Toji, Choso

The Pornstar Dream-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Big Boys-Toji, Nanami

Bred By Dawn-Toji, Choso

That's So Unprofessional-Gojo, Toji

I Love When You Get Freaky On Camera-Gojo, Toji

As Pervy Mall Santas-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Too Sweet-Gojo, Toji, Choso

He Moans Like Such A Slut-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Whisper Game (Lightly NSFW)-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Quad Relationship with Gojo, Geto, & Choso

Crown Jewels-Toji, Choso

Throuple With SatoSugu

Who Fucks You Better (Toji and Gojo) Part 1, Part 2

Roommates Series Masterlist-Satoru, Suguru, & Toji

-Triple Penetration

-Fooling Around In The Car

-Mind Break

No Nut November-Nanami, Sukuna, Choso

Public Sex-Gojo, Toji, Geto, Nanami

How They Go Down On You-Toji, Choso

Daddy-Nanami, Geto, Toji

Aftercare-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Nanami, Geto)

Twenty Four Seven-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Cockwarming Them-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Three's a Crowd-Professors Satoru & Suguru

Just the Tip-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

Monster Cocks-Incubus Satoru & Suguru and Vampire Toji & Shiu

Who's Your Daddy?-Gojo, Toji

Sukuna/Toji/Gojo/Geto foursome

Double Teaming You-Toji & Shiu, Suguru & Satoru

Being Your Bullies-Geto & Gojo

Taking Turns With You-Geto & Gojo

SMAU Sending nudes-Gojo, Geto, Nanami and Yuki

Breeding, The Solution To Jealousy-Gojo, Toji

Just The Tip, Baby-Gojo, Toji

Do It Right-SatoSugu

Threesome-SatoSugu

P Power-Satoru & Suguru

She Can't Come To The Phone Right Now-Gojo, Geto, Sukuna

Your Top Lifts While You Sleep-Gojo, Choso

Are the JJK men into their nipples being played with?-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Nanami)

Which Of Them Whimper-Gojo, Choso, Yuta

Oh! So You're Into Older Men?-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami)

First Time Hitting It Raw-Gojo, Toji

The Perfect Little Housewife-Poly SatoSugu

Rate My Professor-Gojo & Geto

Thrill(h)er-SatoSugu x Reader

Step Dad!Gojo & Geto

Sending Voicemails While Jerking Off-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Yuta, Geto)

Prettiest When Overstimmed-Gojo, Geto, Yuta, Megumi, Inumaki

Finding Your Spot-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami, Yuta)

Sending Videos While Masturbating-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Megumi, Yuta)

Overstim Kink-Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Nanami

See Their Cum Spilling Out-Gojo, Toji (MANY others)

Quiet In Class, Please-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto, Sukuna)

When You Have Make Up Sex-Gojo, Toji, Nanami

Honeymoon Sex-Gojo, Geto

What Gets Them Hard-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Soft Doms-Gojo, Toji, Nanami

Thinking About...

How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0-Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Breathless-Gojo, Toji, Yuji, Yuta

Date Night-Gojo, Toji

Think I Need Someone Older-(professor) Toji, Nanami, Geto

Passing Out In The Middle Of Sex-Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso

JJK Characters Fav Positions (SFW and NSFW)

Birthday Girl-Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami)

It's Raining Milk- Gojo, Toji (Geto, Nanami, Sukuna)

Pervy Things They Do-Gojo, Toji (Nanami, Geto)

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❝DOPE AND DIAMONDS ! ❞

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ ft! ] geto suguru x black!femreader ! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ [ content warnings ! ] college!au, black!fem reader, mentions of weed, plug!geto, mutual pining, reader has an earthy aesthetic

PLUG!GETO who saw you leaning against a wall sipping on something in a red solo cup, with a long pink ruffled skirt resting low in your hips. Accompanied by a a white lettuce long sleeve crop top, which complimented your ebony skin. That glowed as you effortlessly captivated everyone who met your gaze. “You’re staringggg suguruuuu, she’s hot but you migh scare her off like that.” “she doesn’t look like one to be scared easily, if she was do you think I’d be interested?”

PLUG!GETO who made his way over to you at the bar after you had ordered another drink, “You seem quite bored here despite looking stunning for a college party.” The deep yet gentle voice caught you off guard, looking over to your left side you saw him. Long dark hair, half lidded eyes, a gentle smile graced on his handsome features. The faint smell of weed and cologne made your heart flutter. “Well I like dolling myself up from time to time even if the place I’m going to isn’t worth my presence.”

PLUG!GETO who let out an airy laugh at this, “really then? Well do you wanna get out of here?” Your interested peaked in this guy, his calm reassuring voice, and his alluring aura was strangely comforting. Unlike many other guys who had attempted to hit on you, “maybe, what’s your name stranger?” You asked with a slightly flirtatious tone, as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Suguru geto.”

PLUG!GETO who led you to his dorm, which was nice and clean • before shutting the door behind him and calmly asking you if you smoked weed and told you it was more than okay if you didn’t. but when you did the slight smirk that crept into his face was so attractive. “Wanna try something pretty?”

PLUG!GETO who helped you through your coughing fit after your took a hit • rubbing your back in small circles “this isn’t normal stuff yknow, are you sure you can handle it pretty?” You hummed in response, as you leaned on his shoulder. Feeling small next to him as you felt his eyes scan you over, your pretty knitted top exposing the top of your breasts which looked so delicious. The sweet and natural smell of shea butter and strawberries on your skin was intoxicating, you were a dangerous thing. It would be so easy to take you like this, to hear your pretty voice moan out in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples- “what made you wanna come talk to me?” You asked in a soft voice as you sat up, squeezing your thighs together underneath your skirt. Looking up at him with those big pretty brown doe eyes was unfair. “To be honest—“ he ran this thumb across your bottom lip “—I thought you were too pretty to be left alone.” His low eyes locked down on yours, you felt the atmosphere grow thick as your heart thumped in your chest. You felt everything slow and your body grow warm, eyes flickered from his lips back up to his pretty eyes. “Really? I think you’re pretty too.” You slurred, before closing the gap between you two.

PLUG!GETO who was surprised that you made the first move • he was normally used to girls wanting him to be the dominant one and take the lead, which wasn’t a problem but it was a bit boring. You however weren’t in the slightest, everything about you had geto wanting to know more. The weed in his system started to take effect right after you kissed him, almost as if your kisses were acting as a drug.

PLUG!GETO who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips • who was shocked that a groan almost left his lips when you pulled back from the heated make out session to answer your ringing phone. The feeling of your soft lips mashed into his was almost euphoric? He blamed it on he drugs for the moment but seeing your pink tinted lipgloss ruined was adorable. “Sorry, it’s yuki. She’s prolly too drunk to think Straight and i gotta order a her ride back to her boyfriends place.” You explained to Geto, who for some reason couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice talking to him so softly. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Satoru most likely had more than enough drinks tonight as well.”

PLUG!GETO who walked you out of his dorm and back to the party downstairs • watching how your hips would sway when you walk, your pretty curled micro braids styled in a two low buns, you were enchanting. How had he not noticed you before? As you opened the doors to the vacant longue where the party was being held you saw yuki chugging a whiskey a booth bottle. “Oh my god- Yuki what the hell?” You quickly said sorry and excused yourself from geto before swiping the bottle from your friends hand and setting it on the nearby bar table. “I’m gonna ban you from going to parties if you keep getting hammered like this.” You scolded her, who whined and groaned at your lecture. “You’re such a mommmm.”

PLUG!GETO who was amused to see you be so caring and motherly around your friends • as he saw you pull out your phone to order your friend an Uber, you heard his voice say, “I’ll order the Uber, something tells me you’ve done this before.” As you turn to look to your right, you saw geto look at you with a small sincere smile and it made your heart flutter. So you smiles back, “thank you..suguru.” Your eyes flickered from his lips briefly to his eyes, “Of course, now..do you still plan on staying a bit longer?

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Chapter 10 - Deep in the water

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Warning: this chapter contains a lot of heavy and dark situations. I wouldn’t recommend anyone who is emotionally sensitive to read. TW: manipulation, gaslighting, sexual assault, mentioning heavy domestic violence, bullying, suicide, homicide, blood, hospital, vomit, suggestive imply, illegal activity, murder, kidnapping imply, sickness, disease, death,

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… When Nanami was a teenager …

He couldn’t remember how much his father hurt him and his mother. His mother was sick. He recalled she had leukemia and it caused his father to become mad. The mother who used to possess a natural beauty that shone from the inside out, leaving an impression not just on the eyes but on the heart.

Once the sickness creeped into the body, gradually dimming the once vibrant light of health and beauty. His father also had to spend extra money on a hospital bill.

She was sent to the hospital of the L/N family, but your father helped his father to let his mother die slowly. Nanami got that information from his father before his last breath. 

Since he was born, he was born with intelligence just like you. It wasn’t easy but not that difficult for him to act like he was like everyone else in the class. He tried not to get the top score or to be outstanding too much. 

He realized that he was different from most kids as he got older, and when he saw your intelligence and the look in your eyes, he knew right away that you were similar to him.

You and him may not be like the other smart kids who could get their PhDs at the same age as high schoolers as you could find on Google. It may not be easy, but it wouldn’t be too hard for him to act like other kids his age. He won't try to get the highest score or perform too well.

He had planned how to destroy his father and your father. He wanted these sinned people to experience the same thing he felt, to lose their loved ones. Your father must learn the lesson from losing his family too.

He was sick. It was a sick thought he knew. However, he planned he would be the one you could rely on and fell in love. He was determined not to let you go again. It was his duty to protect you from this cruel world. 

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At the present 

“Should I kill Gojo or will you just come with me willingly?” Kento asked you with a dull tone. 

You watched him reach out his hand for you to grab. You turned to look at Kenjaku’s body on the floor. If Gojo had to be like that, this time you wouldn’t be able to live anymore. This hell, this pain should stop with you.

“Yuki’s coming here” you told him.

“She won't, I killed her already” Kento observed your expression.

“W-hat? Toge, is h-”

“He wasn't at home at that time, but he will be the next one I will kill after Gojo if you’re NOT coming with me today. You know… I can do it right?” Kento titled his head and smiled. 

Your legs were trembling. However, they moved forward. A hand reached to grasp his. You must protect Toge at least “I want an explanation”

“I’ll tell you everything you want after we arrive in Denmark” he announced. 

“What? I- I don’t have a passport and luggage and I need to”

“I got everything from your house. You see, I have to get rid of Yuki so we can be together” Kento took you out of the house and made you wait in the car. You thought of possibilities to escape him. Yet you found none. You lost the will to live and the will to fight. There was no one who would stay next to you.

The engine was started and the car went to the airport. When you both arrived, Kento always hugged you tight like you both were a couple. He took you to the counter for check in. You followed him through until you waited for the departure. 

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Gojo came home after meeting Geto. He asked his best friend to run the test for you. He had told his best friend about your situation and told him about his relationship with Utahime. 

He didn’t notice how Geto's eyes filled with agony after hearing Gojo and Utahime got together. Geto managed to tell him about the test that would take about a week for the result.

When Gojo was back home, he found Utahime sitting at the dining table with her laptop. “Babe, Whatcha doin'? Working?”

“I did something that might make you angry.” Utahime pressed her lips.

“Hmm, tell me” he went to sit next to her.

“Justttt  booked the flight and the hotel to Switzerland for a week. I paid for everything. The flight will depart tonight. If you don’t wanna go, it’s totally okay. I just want to make up our time…” 

Gojo held her body up and had her sit on his lap. “It’s alright. We can do more than a week. I also need time to relax too. Why don’t we stay like a month? I can still work from there anyway. You like it?”

Utahime grinned and kissed his check. “I love you, Satoru”

“I…love you too” he smiled. 

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The boarding has called for the flight. Kento kissed your forehead and took your hand in his to get in the plane. Every step you took, you knew it meant there was no way to come back. You wanted to run, but who could you run to? 

You closed your eyes for a moment. Your body was shivering uncontrollably. You looked at the back of his head. “Did my dad hurt you?”

Kento stopped his feet. “Yes”

Your body felt weightless. As if your body didn’t belong to you. Here it came when you had to pay for the sin. It was time to put an end to this pain journey. You looked straight and followed him lifelessly.

Behind your back, there was a couple walking passed. The white hair man recognized a familiar figure in a quick glance. Unfortunately, there was no one there. He only thought that was probably his imagination.  

“Babe, what’s it? Our gate is still far away” Utahime asked.

“Nah, let’s keep going” he wrapped his arm on her shoulder.

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Gojo and Utahime had arrived in Luzern, Switzerland. It was the most captivating place he had ever been. He had upgraded the room to be a royal suite where it had panoramic views. From its rooftop terrace, he could feel the cold air flowing throughout where he stood. 

He looked up to catch sight of a bright blue sky and milky clouds. He could see Lake Lucerne which was glimmering under the light of the dazzling sky. The lake was peaceful though slightly waving on the surface along with the soothing wind. 

He observed the mountains around the hotel. The steepness of the mountain was painted with fluffy snow like a white cotton candy. He could smell a crisp scent of pine flowing through the breeze. 

The breathtaking view made him wonder if you would like this place too. He wondered if you would smile more if you were here. He wondered what activity you would do, what kind of request you would ask him. He wondered if you would…

“Satoru!” Utahime called his name.

“Huh?” he responded.

Utahime sat on his lap. “I love this place so much it’s amazing. I haven’t seen anything this beautiful before”

“I have” he smiled shyly.

“What’s it?” she tilted her head.

His mouth said “you” to her.

His mind said “you” not to her

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He felt heavy. He loved Utahime and only her.

“Babe, do you want to take a bath with me?” he asked while using his finger to caress her soft thigh. 

Utahime nodded with heated cheeks. 

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You arrived in Denmark after a long flight. He took you to take a train for 3 hours and continued with the ferry for 2 hours. 

There was someone waiting for him. He gave Nanami a car key. While he was driving, you took in the view of the town. It was like the town from the beauty and the beat story. The houses and walls were built with colorful bricks. 

Some roads were made with aged stones. Glorious flowers were blooming everywhere during this frozen air. You looked ahead to the sea for as far as the eyes could see.

He drove until you arrived at the brown moss green house. It was one floor with 4 windows. Nanami helped you carry the luggages inside. Around the house, there was a severe wood fence at both sides of the house. In the front, it was the faded light blue color post mailbox standing.

You slowly walked inside the house. It was so Kento. The house was furnished with wood materials mostly and colored mainly with white. You walked through the area of the entryway that there was a woven rattan chair and natural rattan shoe cabinet. 

After walking through the entrance, you met with a space where the back of the green olive sofa faced you. The large TV across with it on the wall. Next to the sofa on the left, you could see the large backyard. 

On your right side was a dark long wooden table. One side of the table were wooden chairs. Another side of the table was the long chair. Across from the wooden table was black wood burning stove.

On the right of the long wooden table side was a paved area which located outside a house. It's the area where you can sit facing the bay.

“Come here. I’ll give you a tour of our house” Kento smiled. The body was rigid with his smile, but you managed to follow him. 

“We have two bedrooms here. The smaller one here is mine” Kento explained and pointed to the bedroom across the entrance.

After that you followed him inside the house. You had to walk past the long wooden table area and turn left to see the teal blue counters. “This is the kitchen. I know you can’t cook, so from now on I’ll do it”.  

“Here’s your bedroom, y/n” Next to the kitchen area, you walked to see your bedroom. Kento opened the white door that was the last room inside. Apparently, your room was the best view. You could see the bay from the bed through the big window.

You sat at the end of the mattress. Looked ahead at the sea in front of you. You thought of his eyes. You remembered his eyes when he laughed were glittering like this too.

“Y/n?” Kento was frowned because he had been calling your name multiple times. You were stunned after focusing on his voice. 

“What are you thinking?” Kento asked.

“Nothing,” you lied. 

He breathed in before speaking. “Your father killed my mother. This house is also a house that I renovated from my mother's house that she inherited. The reason I took you here because I hope my mother will forgive your father if he saw how kind you are like I do”

Your hands began shaking to hear about how twisted he was now. However, you couldn’t help but feel guilty to hear it. “Tell me everything, Kento”

Kento looked at you before telling you his true story. He was the son of the Zenin mistress. His real father was Naobito. His mother was half Japanese and half Danish. Naobito met his mother because of your mother.

His mother and your mother were friends. They both studied in a medical school in Poland and visited Germany together. Your mother met with your father and his mother met with Naobito.

It was your mother's fault, that was what Kento told you. Your mother told his mother to move back with Naobito in Japan. If she stopped his mother and told her the truth how cruel he was, his mother wouldn’t die. 

“But, I can’t say it’s all your mom's fault because I wouldn’t be born and meet you” You listened to his thoughts feeling as if a part of your heart ripped away.

He continued to tell the story. His mother moved back to Japan and got pregnant later. During that time she was sick and alone, so her sister came to visit her.

“And her sister was Yuki right?” you asked him.

He nodded. He told you Yuki was shocked to see how Naobito treated her sister. At first Naobito didn’t want to keep the baby but his mother begged him. Yuki had to be quiet for the sake of her sister too. 

There was once he tried to sleep with his mom while she was pregnant. He came to the house and had people kick Yuki out of the house, so he could release the stress on her sister’s body. This was one of the stories that Yuki told him about what happened before he was born. 

You cried with the weight of all the words left unsaid to hear how ruthless Naobito was. Kento told you that he got lucky to be born healthy and intelligent. Naobito didn't care about him at first, sometimes he beat him too when he was like 3 years old. 

However, after Naoya was born, it made his father expect more at Kento. Naobito knew Naoya was useless, so he kept Kento. Unfortunately, his mom had leukemia, and she slowly became weak. 

One day Naobito and Jogo came to his mother's house. She couldn't take care of them and behaved like a good wife. It made Naobito was embarrassed.

Naobito beat his mother to death. Jogo was shocked and scared, so he asked his brother to help. That was when your dad got in the picture. Your father had his subordinate adopt him and became his parents till Naobito was ready to take him back. 

His mother’s body was sent to your family hospital and your father changed the medical and autopsy reports. Your father had helped them.

“H-how did you know my father did it? It happened when you were young” you questioned him. 

“Y/n, you, I and Gojo were born to be different. You could remember when your family died, so do I. The difference would be Yuki was there to help and collected all the evidence for me.

Luckily before my mother died, she convinced Naobito to have Yuki work as the police in order to help him, and he did it” Kento explained flatly.

“She collected and kept everything since she was back in Japan like photos and medical records. She didn’t tell me at first about her plan because I was taken away and she thought I was too young until I came to her place and found out when I was 15.”

He continued. “I told her I was planning to kill him. She was shocked and refused to help at first until I showed her the scar on my right chest which my mom had this too. It happened when I told him to stop hurting my mom. Naobito used the iron to place it on the chest of my mom and I” He showed you the scar. Unknowingly, you placed your hand to cover your mouth while looking at it. 

“She was mad and agreed in the end. I used a leather belt that he used to hit my mom and I wrapped it around my father’s neck and made it look like he suicided. He died when I was 16.”

You were bewildered with his telling. He planned this when He was young? Was this guy Nanami Kento who you fell in love with? Why did he have to face this cruel life? There were so many questions running in your mind.

“I’d been meeting with your father every week since I was young. I connected Yuki with your mother by telling her I have an aunt. Yuki adopted Toge, so she can be closer to your mother. Your mother was probably guilty of what happened to my mom. She took care of them and trusted Yuki a lot” 

Kento looked at how your body was quivering. “I was…having second thoughts about your family because of you. Yet one day your father was drunk, so I asked if he regretted it. He said No. He told me he needed to do to protect his family, so I decided he should pay for what he did”

“The difficult part was Kenjaku. He acted like he was a fool, but he was smart. He tricked Jogo into illegal business. I found out and told him I wanted to help him because I planned to get Zenin under my feet. Kenjaku didn’t believe me at first until I hacked into Jogo’s computer and kept info into the flashdrive. I gave it to your dad and lied to Kenjaku that your dad hired someone to steal it”

Kento sighed. “People are stupid and careless when they believe they got exposed. Jogo and Kenjaku had a fight with your father before that day. That was funny how they were so easy to be enraged”

“I asked Yuki to have you play with Toge. I went to your house and your mother opened the door for me as usual. I… ” Kento paused. His face contained the look of worry toward you.

“Tell me all the details of what happened that night. Don't you dare lie to me” you glared at him furiously.

“I stabbed her first in the kitchen. She was…about to scream, so I had to beat her until she's gone and kept stabbing again and again. Your dad saw it and he ran to protect your brother, but you knew your brother he tried to fight back, so I beat him til he was unconscious”

“Your dad begged for his son’s life. Then, I…dragged him back to the office and shot him with his gun. I didn’t know that he held the flash drive I gave him in his hand when he died. He was quite smart or I was too excited and it caused me careless”

“I went back to your brother in his bedroom and stabbed him. You know what I didn’t expect you would be back. I told your brother if he let you inside, I’d make you watch how I killed him and took you away with me. He was scared, so he did his best to tell you to run to Yuki”

You slid in shock on the floor. You couldn’t control how shaking you were. You were scared, disappointed, confused, overwhelmed. There were many emotions running through your heart at the same time. “W-why did you keep me alive?”

“Because I have loved you since the first time I saw you. But you see the love I gave to you is one thing. The hate and revenge I have for your family is another thing” Kento stomped next to you. He reached to hug you.

Unfortunately, you were afraid of how ruthless he was just like his father. You yelled before he got close to you. “Don’t touch me!!! I hate you. I freaking hate you”

Kento was shocked. His eyes were wider in sorrow. You never hated him or yelled at him before. He stood up and walked to the door. “I really am sorry. If you want to go back to Japan, you can let me know. I’ll book everything for you”

You heard the door closed after he left. You cried your heart out. You had no idea what to do or what to think now. Kento wasn’t a human you knew. 

He was wrong, was so wrong to plan everything. However, it was the result from adults to make a young child grow up like this. It was Naobito’s fault to treat his family with violence.

It was Jogo’s fault for never stopping his friend from hurting their family. It was Kenjaku’s fault to be greedy. It was Yuki’s fault for not using a law to get revenge. It was your mother’s fault for not protecting her friends. It was your father’s fault who agreed to do that.

It was your fault for trying to find the truth, for not believing Yuki words to stop this, for bringing Gojo into this mess. Your heart shattered all over again, and the tears came in waves. Your sobs soon grew louder, more urgent, like the sound of a dam about to burst till you fell asleep.

Kento entered your room to call you for dinner. He noticed you had slept on the floor. He expected you would be sleeping. It was a long day with traveling and hearing everything.

He carried you to lay on the bed. He covered you with a white puffy duvet. He closed the curtain and came to sit next to you. He caressed your head lightly. Guilt and despair washed over him like a tidal wave. 

His tears fell on your pillow. If he was born to be someone like Gojo, he would have a happy ending with you. He wouldn't have had to hurt you like this. He prepared if you decided to go. He bent down to kiss your head and left the room. 

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The callow light of dawn was shining to call you back from the land of dream. You rose from the bed and saw the glittering sea. “Gojo” you murmured with lifeless eyes.

You heard a sound outside the bedroom. You decided to check it out. You approached the kitchen to see a man with a broad shoulder standing tall. His blond hair was silky and gleaming like an amber. 

His muscle movement was extremely astonishing and showed how proficient he was in cooking. The room right now with this handsome man was so bittersweet. 

Once he latched his eyes on you, his face expressed joy. He gestured for you to have breakfast with him. You both sat on the table and focused on the food in front of each other until it was done. 

“Y/n, come outside to see the bay with me please?” Kento invited you.

You entered the balcony to take a seat on the rattan sofa that faced the bay.

“If you want to go home, I’ll book a ticket back to Japan. I think Toge can take care of you. He’s childish, but he’s responsible. You can continue your life there. You don’t have to worry about me. I promise I’m not going to step in Japan forever and I’m not hurting anyone from now on” Kento said as he stared at the sea.

“You’re not going back there even though you’ve killed so many people? You’ll let me go after you’ve planned everything for 10 years? Why?” you were puzzled. 

“This house was the only thing my mom hid from Naobito, the only thing she could give it as a first and last present. I would rather die in this house alone. At least I feel like I die in her embrace. I told you everything that happened to me. Besides my mom, you are the only thing that keeps me alive. Without you, I don’t want anything.

I love you so much, so I’ll accept whatever you choose. Though it means to die, I’ll gladly accept it. Everyone already paid for their sin, so I should pay it too right? My mom and I have lived in hell because of them, including your family. You’re the angel. You have no sin to pay, you should go back to where you belong. I know I don’t deserve you” Kento looked at you with his tender eyes.

You swallowed hard. The silence of winter seeped into your bones. The air was sharp as if cutting your heart in pieces. Your mind was a battlefield, thoughts clashing in chaos. You felt like losing a grip on reality, slipping further and further away into the darkness.

You couldn’t control the tears at all because you didn’t understand why you cried. Yet, you were sure, it wasn’t the tears of happiness to go back. It wasn’t the tears of sadness to listen to his story. It wasn’t the tears of fear with the situation.

It was like carrying a stone inside your body, heavy and unyielding, never allowing you to move freely. You cried because you were remorseful and overwhelmed. It led you to speak while inhaling through your mouth. “I-I will stay here with you, Kento”

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Just a thought!

So sitting here wondering how Kenjaku even got involved with Jin and everything.

Like, either Kenjaku just so happen to be interested in Kaori because of her technique and was lucky enough she was Jin's partner.

Or Kenjaku could have been tracking Sukuna's twin's reincarnation down, found Jin and decided to take over Kaori's body to pose as his spouse and was lucky enough she also possessed a technique.

I'll be honest, that second one confuses me a little because how do you track a damn soul down? What I can see is Kenjaku seeing Jin one day and realized how similar he looks like Sukuna and thought "those genes could work". (It would be so funny if Kenjaku actually had no clue who Jin really was and decided he was perfect because of how he looked.)

Now those are the only two scenarios I came up with but then I thought back to that first one.

What if Kenjaku's target wasn't Jin, but Kaori first?

Hear me out!

She had a technique Kenjaku could use, right? Seen it been used twice in the story. Faking the Prison Realm dropping to get Mahito and the others moving away so Kenjaku could go on to do whatever and fighting against Choso and Yuki .

It's a useful technique.

Just like Geto's! Kenjaku didn't just take over Geto's body because he was Gojo's (who Kenjaku wanted to seal away) closest person. He just so happen to be close to Gojo, but Kenjaku really wanted that Curse Manipulation.

(Here's the thing, it's not like Kenjaku could have actually made Geto and Gojo get that close now. That they did on their own. Kenjaku got lucky with that.)

What if that was the case for Kaori? Kenjaku was watching her this whole time because of her Anti-Gravity technique and it just so happen that she was to be Jin's partner?

(Kenjaku is a calculating, manipulative individual, but sometimes, again, it does feel like Kenjaku is just lucky at times.)

Better yet... this is going to sound crazy... but what if she happen to be related, at least, distantly to Kenjaku's previous vessels?

Just what I think, but given Kenjaku's history with the Gojo family, I doubt that's the only family Kenjaku kept tabs on. What if this vessel here...

... had been Kaori's ancestor? What if this vessel was a Kamo? Or someone who is a ancestor to both the Kamo family and whatever other family Kaori came from?

I bet you're thinking "Well, Kaori doesn't have Blood Manipulation".

Yes, but even being in the same family there will be different techniques.

In the Zenin family, Megumi has a different technique from Mai, Naobito, Naoya and other family members.

Gojo and Yuta are distantly related and they have different techniques.

So it's not really a far fetched idea. Have you seen Yuji's family tree?!

What I'm pretty much saying is that what if Kenjaku was keeping tabs on Kaori and her family this whole time? Possessing whatever member's body that seemed useful? Then Kaori came around and Kenjaku already planned to possess her body because of her technique but was lucky enough that she was Jin's wife?

Thinking about it, we know Sukuna figured out that Yuji's father is his twin reincarnated but... was it ever really explicitly stated Kenjaku knew?

Again, what if Kenjaku was just lucky enough that Kaori was Jin's wife but the original plan was to possess her body for her technique?

We don't know anything about the original Kaori, but I bet she has an interesting past. A past that was interesting enough to catch Kenjaku's eye. Whether it be who she is related to or just who she was as a person.

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Chapter 41 Thus with a kiss I die

Chapter 41 of Sugar

A/N- No surprises by Radiohead, you won’t thank me later but it fits this chapter!!!!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!!!, death, flashback, SPOILERS!!!! long chapter!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- Chapter 259

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*SOMETIME AGO*

“Blood manipulation training day 1,” you talk to the camera and back up to show Itadori, Kamo, and Choso training, but first you pamper yourself and smile at the camera before stepping away to let the others get in view.

“What are you doing?” Kamo asks right as he spots the camera across the mat.

The three of you look at him and you glance at the camera as if it isn’t obvious before looking back at him and explaining. “Recording today's training? It’s good to record some part of it and go back to see what you did wrong. Aoi and I would do that when Yuki trained us. It’s,” you snort and shake your head. “It’s a pretty good idea. We have a lot of funny reels—”

“Fine.”

You pout at the boy's interruption and sit down on one of the benches to watch the blood manipulators at work.

Honestly, you wouldn’t have come but Choso insisted because he wanted to show you how he taught his brother.

“Hm…the trick to convergence,” Choso muses as he rubs his chin in a very smug manner.

“It looks like I’ll be doing switch training with Okkotsu, and Kusakabe,” Itadori says. “So I’ll need to work on blood manipulation the hard way. And we only have one month. Gimme every piece of advice ya got!”

“Through blood and tears,” you interject quietly as you think of a funny pun, and end up catching the attention of all three men.

“Oh,” Yuji feigns a laugh, whilst Kamo looks at you unamused, and Choso rubs his chin and squints at you.

“You’ll just need to learn through blood and tears Itadori,” you repeat louder and a lot more smug because you could think of something you deem funny.

“Literally,” he feigns another laugh and this time Choso finally snorts and chuckles, making you smile wider.

“Good one,” he points at you. “I like that one.”

You shrug smugly and cross one leg over there. “Now why don’t you show me what you got baby.”

Choso’s cheeks grow a shade of pink but he doesn’t falter this time, not in front of his brother.

“Well, convergence,” he turns and swings his arm. “It’s kinda like this…” he pauses and swings to the other side. “Then like that…then a lil’…”

Oh, what a sweet man. As good of a brother as he is, he doesn't really know how to teach does he?

“Seriously dude?!” Itadori remarks.

Then again maybe it’s the student as well.

“Cho!” You call him out, and he peers back to listen. “Why don’t you show him that blood armor thing?!” You suggest so he could take off his vest and his shirt.

“Well,” he finally tells you smugly without breaking into timidness. “Maybe…”

“He’s not ready,” Kamo cuts him off and faces Itadori. “Think of bathing in hot water. You can feel the heat encompassing your entire body. In that same way, you can expand your blood vessels, creating a vague outline of your body. That’s the basic foundation of blood manipulation. ”

Hm simple enough. A lot more helpful than Choso's way of teaching.

“Like when you piss yourself?” Itadori surprises you by blurting, which shouldn't be surprising, he has this goofy sense of humor, but still, ew.

“Uh, whatever works,” Kamo mutters with the same disgust you feel.

“Convergence is a technique that compresses your blood,” Kamo continues sharing with Itadori. “Meaning we can use a sponge or paper- anything that can be crumpled in your hand easily—To help with imagining it’s a similar feeling, cans or clay work too.” He motions with his hand, making Itafori nod in comprehension before turning to face his older brother.

“Choso,” he says. “This is what it means to teach someone.”

You look over at your boyfriend and can’t help but smile and grin even brighter when he starts to point at himself. “Supernova! Ask me about Supernova!”

“For starters,” Kamo counters quite respectfully. “We don’t have time to make blood manipulation a potent weapon for Itadori. It’ll be better for him to get the basics of stitching and stopping blood down.”

“Hmph,” Choso huffs in defeat and with a hanging pout that makes you walk over behind him to probe.

“I would like to know about Supernova.”

Choso slumps down and mutters in defeat. “You can’t even use blood manipulation.”

You push away from him and sit back down with the same pout he just used when he got rejected for teaching.

So much for tagging along!

Nevertheless amidst your growing boredom as you listen to Kamo, your phone rings, and when you check, it’s none other than your business partner, Kong.

“Oh, well what a welcoming surprise,” you greet the man smoothly. “Kong. Honey.”

At the sound of the man’s name Choso slowly sits up straight after being brushed aside to be replaced by the better teacher.

“Geto,” Kong greets quite irritatedly.

You sigh and sit back. “Can we make this quick, I’m in the middle of something.”

“Fine, get this man to stop following me. I gave you everything you needed. You found Geto, leave me alone,” he says rather brashly, which is not to your liking.

“Oh? Well fine,” you feign reassurance but then lean forward and actually click your tongue and inhale deeply as you prepare to bring something up. “But lately there’s been this…well, how can I put this…rat running around in my business…and you know if you don’t kill them they just fester and then it’s hard getting rid of them. What should I do?” You ask casually and glance at your nails.

Kong doesn’t miss what you’re insinuating with that clever choice of words so he sighs deeply and quickly argues. “I gave you everything you have. It’s all mine.”

You sit up and laugh, genuinely laugh, making his breath falter.

“You believe that?” You ask quietly in a voice that makes chills run down Choso’s spine.

“I know it,” Kamo claims confidently.

You feign a smile and remark sweetly. “Your business would’ve been nothing without me. I made it what it is, it’s mine, but because you did lend me a hand in starting it, I’ll give you a second chance. Or else I’ll call the exterminator, it’s not impossible to get rid of rats. Good day, Kong.”

You end the call and put your phone away before sitting up and swinging one leg over the other to continue watching the teaching going on in front of you.

“You know…” Choso trails on. “I could show you piercing blood. It’s pretty simple.”

You blink and look over at him, feeling your whole body ease at the mere sight of those rich brown eyes and that sweet smile. And after seeing him get turned down for teaching after being so excited and talking your ear off about all the things he’d teach Yuji, how can you turn him down?

“All right,” you give in and jump to your feet.

Choso follows you up and slips behind you to slip his hands under your elbows and push your arms out, making you smirk mischievously and bat your lashes before peering over at him.

Choso sees that smirk playing on your lips and swallows thickly before looking at your hands. “Focus,” he scolds you softly since he’s fighting the temptation of your soft lips calling his own to you.

“Okay then tell me.”

“Well,” He goes on and slithers his hands down your arms to grasp the back of your hands and push them together.

“It usually, you know, runs up to my fingers and I shoot. And that happens by bringing up all the blood to my hands and shooting at my target,” he says with growing excitement that makes you genuinely smile and just watch how his pupils glimmer. “I usually feel the heat and a…blood orb collects in between my palms before I shoot it. Which is similar to fire, hm?”

You summon fire to your palms, feeling the heat of the flames run through your veins before they glow under your fingertips. You don’t intend to shoot so you can keep the fire inside so as to not make a mess and disrupt the other learning opportunity happening across from you, but you give Choso your answer.

“Hm,” you hum in agreement and turn your head slightly to meet his gaze, feeling his burning desire under his inventive gaze, and his hot passion on your hips as he gently squeezes them.

“Your stance matters,” he speaks quietly but in an enticing way. “Your footing on the ground must be strong.” He says and glances at your lips, making you feel his blood rushing down to his member between his legs since he presses himself close to your back.

“What else?” You purr and bat your lashes, making him part his lips and breathe in but not mutter anything, you leave him at a loss for words over such simple gestures.

But he also burns you up with his intoxicating smell engulfing your sense of smell, those soft pink lips grazing the side of your ear, his hot breath unfurling over your cheekbone, and that sexy look in those beautiful rich eyes.

He’s such a distraction as he stands so close and that’s a mistake because before you know it, fire shoots out of your hands pointed ahead. When you feel it slip out of your fingers it’s already flying right in between Kamo and Itadori, and hitting the wall, completely missing them by mere inches.

“Oh,” you gasp and cover your mouth.

Choso steps back and looks at the burning hole you made and then looks at the shocked faces of his brother and very distant relative.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly say apologetically as you clutch onto your chest. “I’m…” you trail off and glance over at Choso, but that’s a grave mistake because the moment you do, you both watch each other with guilt for a second, but then you both look over at the black hole emitting smoke from the aftermath and start laughing.

Kamo and Itadori don’t find it funny because they were close to getting burnt, and Choso does feel sorry for almost being the cause of hurting his little brother, but you both can’t help but just laugh with each other. It’s like you’re enticed by each other, and hearing each other laugh only feeds into your humor.

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*NOW*

Amidst the scorching heat that was quick to force itself through your secret art technique that was slowly failing at keeping you and Yuji safe from Sukuna’s divine flames, was suddenly a life-saving coolness that came with a pitch darkness.

Perhaps it’s your end, this was death coming back to collect what escaped its grasp before.

You don’t want to die. Not yet. Not in front of Choso, not when Satori is waiting for you to go and pick her up to take her home. You don’t want to die here either…

However, before you can convince yourself you’re dead, through the deafening darkness is Choso. He’s very close to you, and he was the one who saved you and Yuji from those deadly flames.

You had heard him calling out to you before, but this wildfire was so overwhelming that your mind quickly drifted your attention away. But now he’s here, he’s your savior and you can't help but smile with relief until your heart sinks to your stomach and this sudden bone-chilling fear hits you.

Something doesn’t feel right. Something doesn’t look right about him keeping up the shield made of blood, and rather than him just being covered in soot and slashes like Yuji and you, Choso seems to be getting slowly consumed by fire. And you would know, you have that technique, you know how it kills a person and the pungent smell of burning flesh.

But this can’t be what you see or smell, not from him.

“Choso,” your voice shakes while you still want to smile as you cling onto hope.

Said man meets your gaze and a charming smile decorates his features. He then glances at his brother and his smile only turns more fond as he speaks his name and yours with a gentle tenderness.

“Choso?!” Yuji exclaims as he too starts to realize what you do but what you keep wanting to refuse.

“What are you doing?!” Yuji proceeds to yell.

You study your husband's face and that fire seems to be consuming more of him right in front of you, and you can’t even stop it.

“You can’t do this!” Yuji remarks.

That smile doesn’t falter, his eyes drift down but that charming smile stays on his face. “I’m sorry,” he finally explains what’s going on. “I was useless during training. Your big brother tends to do things instinctively.”

Why can’t he stop?

Why don’t the flames stop?

Why?

“Cho—” Yuji cuts himself off mid-shout and draws in a shaky breath before his face falls and averts his gaze. “Instinctively, huh? You really hit the nail on the head…” he trails off and shares a moment of silence with his brother that makes you think that he needs to stop or he’ll die. The fire keeps eating at him. It keeps taking more of him away from you.

“Choso,” your whisper trembles, and the charming man slowly looks over at you. This time that smile falters.

“What are you doing?” You ask the same thing Yuji asked not long ago in hopes the answer would change and the outcome would be a hopeful one.

“My love,” he whispers softly and with so much fondness. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head and step forward. “You promised,” you throw at him with a burst of anger. “You swore!”

He nods without shame and swallows back a lump of emotions he didn’t want you or his brother to see. “I did, I meant to keep that promise, I really did, but what husband, what brother, and what father would I be if I let you all die when I can do something to stop it?”

“We could find a way,” you argue desperately. “I can—”

“No, I saw it,” he cuts you off confidently. “You were going to collapse and I was going to have to watch you die all over again. I don’t want to live just to see that again, you deserve a happy life. I wish—”

“No!” You bellow mid-sentence and want to lunge forward to grab his face as if that would stop the inevitable, but the space is so small that there's no room to move any further, leaving him just out of arm's reach.

“Please, no,” your anger falters and your agony seeps through. “Please…Choso. Tell me what you want to say after. Please,” you break into a shaky sob.

His smile trembles and his eyes cloud with tears, but instead of saying all the beautiful things he wants to recite to you from one moment to another your surroundings go from grim and then to a serene view of vivid green hills, and a timid sun letting the night sky shine.

“Tsukumo threatened to pop my head off my body if I ever hurt you,” Choso mentions casually. “I didn’t believe she could do it until I saw her technique at work.”

You blink and keep your eyes fixated on the beautiful scene conjured up by nothing but the last remnants of his will.

“She was really protective of you,” he mumbles as he starts to notice your aggravation. “But that’s how big sisters are…” he trails off and he reaches over to grab your hand but you pull it away and hug your knees to your chest as you keep watching the gentle breeze move the sea of grass.

“I’ve,” you stammer and clear your throat to let your anger sound clear. “I've lost so many people I have loved, and maybe it’s my fault. I’ve gotten attached to them in this cruel world, but…I thought you wouldn’t let me down. You out of everyone. So w-why?” You can’t help but cry before you snap your head to the side to pierce your watery glare into him. “W-why are you leaving me?”

Choso sees how the last glimmers of the sun capture your eyes and his breath catches in his throat while that tough act falls because the truth is you were one of the few people he could be completely vulnerable with. You could see him sob and he wouldn’t feel like he was looking weak, he didn’t feel like he was letting someone down by crying in front of them. He feels comforted.

“I don't want to,” he finally admits with every word pampered with emotion. “I wanted to live a long life with you and our family. I want to be a father, I want to be by your side, but I’ve lost you once, and I’ve let Yuji down once, I can’t do it again. I can’t…so please don’t fight me on this, my love, please just let me look at you one more time. That way when I look into your eyes all I’ll see is my sun…my moon…my stars…my most beloved, my love, you.”

You can’t. You can’t accept this fate, you can’t pretend to be okay just to make him feel better about his sacrifice. No matter how sweet his words are, you don’t want them to be the last thing you hear, you don’t want this to be your final moments together.

You can’t be selfless. Your heart shattering and turning to nothing but dust terrorizes you. Your chest collapses within itself, and the beauty of the world vanishes to nothing, so you can’t smile.

You sit across from him like you would do when you would watch the city in your sleepless nights when you were trapped in that apartment for nine days. You hold his gaze with your eyes pampered with tears so you can plead and beg speechlessly and desperately like your life depended on it. Because it does, he’s the light that had once vanished in your life, he’s your hope and a part of your soul. How can you not fight for his life?

“Please don’t do this to me,” you cry, but not in that made-up world, you tell his withering body that had little to nothing left of the man you love because of that scorching fire that keeps consuming him.

“I love you,” he redirects endearingly and with that same amount of appreciation and tenderness he always held for you since the day he remembered who you were and what you meant to his old soul.

Albeit you’re selfish, these are the last words you’ll hear from him. Ever. After this…all he’ll be is a memory and you can’t accept it. You already lost one man you loved to death, you can’t lose another one to him again. Not again.

“Choso please don't do this! Stop! Please stop,” you beg with your life. “Choso!”

He holds your fire-kissed eyes that he loves so much and that he found hope in after a century of darkness, and all he sees is his joy as well as the love of his life and he can't be happier that fate was kind enough to let him cross paths with you.

“I love you,” he says a lot softer and with a quiver he can’t hide.

“No,” you sob. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me!”

He wishes he could stay and live a long life, he hates hearing you plead so heartbrokenly, but he can’t watch you or Yuji die, he has to do what he needs to do.

Thus he holds your gaze for a lingering second and then looks at his little brother.

“Thank you Yuji,” he now dedicates his last words to his little brother before his life can be taken once and for all. “Thank you for being my little brother.”

Yuji inhales sharply and shakily before filling his brother's heart with sweet words full of love. “Thank you. Big brother…”

After those words are uttered Choso’s chest stops moving once and for all, filling his protective blood bubble with a grieving silence that you can’t process.

You stand there with no heart left, and hundreds of words left in your mouth that you never got to tell him.

“Choso,” you call out even if you’re looking at a cruel reality. “My love?”

The protective blood shield that kept your surroundings dark begins to collapse welcoming a grim sight of thick smoke and a burnt city, proving Choso’s attempts worthwhile.

But you can’t be appreciative, not when his lifeless body falls on the ash-covered ground with a thud. You actually can’t even believe he’s gone—no refuse to accept the truth.

“Choso,” you cry out and crawl over to his body that would’ve been unrecognizable if you hadn’t seen him burn away. “Choso, baby, you,” you say between sobs. “You’re okay. You’ll be okay.”

You gently cradle him and lean your face down towards his. “Just heal, you can do that,” you speak madness. “Do that for me please.”

You don’t think of your babies growing inside you who won’t know their father, you don’t care about his brother he left behind or that some part of you thinks you deserve this agony for all the things you’ve done, all you care about is him and your grief.

“Choso, honey,” you coo as you caress his hardened face. “Heal. Please,” you beg.

There’s still so much you want to tell him. You still need to tell him you love him, how grateful you are to him for loving you even after all the evil you did, for loving someone so cruel and selfish; for seeing the good, your strength, and your beauty. You never got to thank him for all the happiness he filled you with, or for caring for your daughter the way he did.

You never got to tell him that he was the love of your life, or that he completed your soul.

He left you like Suguru left you, and like Satoru did.

He left you empty with no heart or soul left. There’s an empty shell, left even more hollow without your brother. And it hurts, it pains you deeply with such an agonizing pain you have never felt before. It leaves you numb and unaware of the fact that in the blink of an eye, you were suddenly transported with lifeless Choso in your arms just past the area Sukuna vaporized with his fire.

From one moment to another, you’re facing a leveled city straight out of apolocpyse, and the next you’re staring numbly at an abandoned city as empty as the husk you call your body.

You would say that you were alleviated from that sense of danger, but the truth is you didn’t feel it. You don't feel the urgency to move away and protect yourself or who you carry in your body, nothing matters but the hope that Choso will somehow return. And now that nothing else surrounds you, now that Sukuna isn’t stomping your way through the clouds of smoke, you just disassociate yourself. By will or not you don’t know or care. You’re alone, truly alone.

And once again you can’t cling onto the love you have for your kids, no matter how hard you want to, you can’t depend all your happiness on a little girl. How could you give her that burden?

So it means that your greatest fear came true, you’re alone at the end of the world, carrying the corpse of your happiness, half your soul, and surrounded by the fading debris of what used to be.

What can you do now but lay down on the cold ground beside Choso’s corpse and nuzzle against him like you would in the mornings when you were both just relaxing before starting your day. You drape your arm around him like you liked to do so you could keep him close and bask in his warmth. You rest your head on his chest as if you were listening to his heartbeat.

Your world is now so desolate that nothing matters. You’re not cold or in a hurry to help.

You don’t care—or try not to…But the truth is you’re terrified and in withering pain. And never in your life have you ever felt so alone like now.

“You’re such a liar,” you whisper as if he could hear you. “You lied to me. You swore and you lied.”

You should hate him, find happiness, and hate him for leaving you the way he did, but you can’t even fathom the thought. You’re too in love with him to ever hate him or the happy memories that will surely turn sour soon.

“Why did you have to leave me?” You demand to know from a corpse as you refuse to accept reality. “Why? I love you so much…I told you I would die for you…”

You trail off to wait for a response because you know he’d tell you to shut up about doing something stupid, but it was far from a lie, and it was romantic in your head.

Now you understand why that foolish man from that tragic story killed himself for the woman he loved. You understand his pain, and his desperation to see the one you love again so you won’t have to spend a second longer without them. You know now why he couldn’t fathom living on…

Because there’s nothing left. You’re all alone, and there’s nothing worse than that. Which is why you’ll do it.

You’ll die for the man you love.

“Because,” you swear to whatever bind that holds power in your world. “What does strength mean compared to living without you? What is pride when there’s nothing to be proud of in the wake of your loss that will always hurt me and feel like a fresh wound? I don’t want to drag on without you. So please,” you sob into his chest. “Bring him back, I don’t care if he’s a non-sorcerer, just bring him back…”

You’ll give it up, your strength and power that held you so above everyone else. You’ll live as the people you hated. You’ll love the kind of people you hated and scorned for what they couldn’t have just so you don’t live without him. You will leave behind the person you took so long to build to your image. You will die just so you can live on with him by your side until the day you die.

And it can be a few hours from now, you don’t care, you just want him back.

“Please,” you beg whatever force made up the binding vows. “Please.”

You slowly sit up to look at Choso’s face, or what was left of him, and beg with all your agony and might. “Please just come back. Please Choso.” You whisper breathlessly and lean down to whisper against his lips and plead one more time with all the might and sincerity you hold.

“Please come back as gentle and sweet, as caring and passionate, as funny and protective as you were.”

You close your eyes and press your lips against Choso’s one more time, unaware of the fate you sealed, and of the gift of life and death you gave from deep inside of your withered soul with a sweet kiss.

When silence follows to consume you once again, it soon gets disrupted, but this time it’s not you that fills it with sorrowful words, this time Shoko calls out your name, but you don’t bother to get up.

Not because you’re waiting to see if your fate is sealed, you just don’t get up because you don’t have the energy. You’re too numb.

“Honey, get up and let me take you both inside,” she speaks sweetly and with caution.

You stay quiet and still as if you were lifeless yourself, so Shoko decides to slowly walk to you while someone else decides to cut in now; someone younger and sweeter and who doesn’t smoke ten packs in an hour.

Kirara calls out for you and they’re much faster to reach you and actually attempt to see if you were alive, or dead like the man you’re cradling.

“You can be with him inside. Come on, I'll help you.” They offer.

You close your eyes and sigh shakily, letting more hot tears stream down your cheeks,

“Come on,” Kirara doesn’t plead with you, she grabs your arm but makes sure to caress it as she offers her comfort first. “I’m sure this is uncomfortable, and I’m sure you’re cold.”

If you get up you’ll see Kirara, you’ll welcome their comfort. You’ll see Shoko and appreciate her attempts at comforting you, but you’ll still be alone, you won’t see the one person who you’re aching to see in such a low time in your life, Satoru won’t be there to wrap you an embrace or silently sit with you to provide comfort in a way he knows how.

You’ll stand surrounded by people but be abandoned.

“No,” you say hoarsely and grab onto Choso’s body a little tighter. “I want to stay here with him, I’m waiting.”

You open your eyes and catch Kirara's worried glance they share with Shoko.

Yet even then Shoko doesn’t walk over, so Kirara pulls you up and to avoid actually being a nuisance you push yourself up, but never take your eyes off Choso’s corpse.

“You fought well,” Kirara praises you as they wrap a blanket around your shoulders. “You all did.”

“I’ll have someone carry him inside you’ve already overstrained yourself,” Shoko breaks her silence that you begin to find odd. You’re surprised she’s not by your side being as worried as Kirara, she's actually being rather pushy after you returned from fighting Kenjaku.

Maybe all this has just taken a toll on her…

“You’ve been outside too long you feel rather cold,” Kirara points out as they drag their feet with you as you move slowly as if doing so is wearing you down.

“Shoko,” you catch the woman off guard and slowly drag your eyes up, letting her see how red your eyes are from crying so much, and the beautiful tragedy scared on every detail of your face and only spread its roots deeper within you. She can especially see such tragedy in your eyes, it’s hard to miss just like the sudden change.

Once furious eyes blazing with mesmerizing and ferocious fire are losing their mark.

But how, she wonders. Is your grief really impacting you so hard that it’s taking a physical toll on you?

“Kirara let's walk her into my office, I want to check on her,” she tells them as if you’re not there—then again you kind of aren’t there.

“Yuji? Where is Yuji?” You finally express your concern.

Shoko meets your gaze but quickly averts it. “Still fighting,” she lets you know and doesn’t fully relieve you of that worry, but you’re relieved he’s still alive.

“Todo used his technique and brought you in,” Kirara trails on after Shoko.

Aoi?

You glance over at Kirara with worry and they don’t fail to quickly assure you as if they knew what you were going to ask. “He’s fine, he should be helping Itadori fight now, so don’t worry.”

You sigh with relief even if now you have a bigger knot in your stomach because Todo is fighting now too.

“Kinji?” You ask for a man you haven’t heard anything about, even though given the fact that he wasn’t out fighting Sukuna, or here now means he should still be fighting Uraume.

“He’s still fighting, just like you said he would,” Kirara tells you with hope still laced in her voice which makes you think how beautiful it is to hear before you reach Shoko and wonder why she’s having such a hard time meeting your eyes, or even being close to you.

“Shoko,” you call out softly to your best friend and have Kirara stop so you can reach for Shoko’s arm with the intent to ask if she’s okay, or if something else happened, but then just as you thought that this was the end of your world, another pair of footsteps echo towards you.

You don’t think anything of it, you don’t want to because you assume someone is coming to collect Choso’s body, but Shoko shifts her head away and you catch a glimpse of black shoes you recognize. Black shoes you recognized first not long ago.

Can it be?

No, it can't, he's…dead.

But…

You draw in a deep and trembling breath and slowly scale your eyes up the approaching figure, feeling your pulse quickly racing as you recognize those baggy white pants you once thought were too big to wear for a fight, and that tight black shirt that hugged him tightly.

As you reach his face you question your sanity. It has to be your grief, it can’t be who you think it is right across from you.

He’s dead. He…he…

Oh, but those eyes. They’re so unique and so kind. How can you mistake that lively gleam in his eyes that always accompanied him? How can you mistake those bright eyes that you called home, that you found comfort in when you were terrified and upset?

You can’t mistake the eyes of your beloved older brother. You can’t miss the fact that his chest is moving and that he blinks. You can’t mistake him for an illusion because he revives that hope you had just lost with the death of your most beloved.

You can’t mistake him because he’s standing right there in front of you amongst the silent wind, the distant and unwelcoming warmth, and under the dry sky.

“Satoru,” you muse blissfully.

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A/N- WHAT IS THE WORST THING SHE CAN DO AFTER FINDING OUT ABOUT WHAT THEY DID WITH GOJOS BODY?

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