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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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just, friends? | yuta okkotsu x afab! reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni! enemies to lovers(ish), yuta is mean, sparring/fighting, (do you count that?), dom! yuta, a lil possessive, marking, nipple play, shower sex, spiting, slight exhibitionism, reader gets called baby, language, pussy inspection, oral (f!receiving), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, cervix fucking, tummy buldge, creampie, unprotected sex (wear ur raincoat), slight dumbification, reader gets spanked once, dirty talk (kinda ig), squirting, cum eating, cum … swapping.

w/c: 3.5k

a/n: back on my yuta brainrot. another thank you to @xshinigamikittenx for being my beta-reader. you’re awesome and your comments make my day. kissing u softly. REPOST TO SEE SOMETHING.

“Hey, watch it Okkotsu!” you grumbled towards the raven haired man who bumped shoulders with you as you walked on opposite sides of the pathway on campus.

“Maybe if you watched where you were walking, you would have seen me.” He rolled his eyes as he turned on his heels.

You didn’t know what it was but everything about Yuta Okkotsu made your blood boil. Everything he had, everything he was- you just hated. His stupid smirk that would plaster across his face when Gojo congratulated him on another job well done, even though you were his assigned partner for it. His cursed technique always got all the attention. Yuta is so special. Yuta is going to be the strongest. Yuta was the bane of your existence. You knew he didn’t like you either because he always requested to go on missions with you because your cursed tools worked well with him- he preferred to fight in close range whereas you were the long range assistance. You felt as though he asked for you because he knew he would get all the credit and he could rub it in later on. You were just as naturally gifted with your abilities as he was. But it was always about dumb Yuta.

You got so lost in frustrating thoughts you had walked an entire circle around campus. Well, what better way to blow off some steam then go train in the dojo? You took a moment to compose yourself and turned to go back in the direction of the training room.

You pushed open the tall, wooden doors to find your teacher inside. “Oh, Gojo. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone would be in here.”

He looked at you with a soft smile, eyes hidden behind his black bandana. “Not an issue, y/n! Came to blow off some steam it looks like?”

You just nodded your head and he clapped his hands together. “Perfect, I’ll help you out.”

You dropped your bag on the side along the wall and took a fighting stance in front of Gojo. He said whenever you were ready to start, but not to tell him or show any expression that you were going to swing at him. You took a deep breath, counted to three in your mind and exhaled. You stood there for a moment and then quickly bent down to sweep your leg at his ankles. He hopped over it without even paying attention. You kicked your leg up to try to hit him but to no avail. In one quick motion you were back on your feet, sending a right hook towards him to which he responded by leaning to the left. He didn’t throw any punches or really try to defend against your attacks. You huffed as you realized you were getting nowhere like this, even after twenty minutes of being at it. Then you got an idea.

You kept at the jabs in his direction, each one he dodged easily, not even breaking a sweat. You dug your toe in the space on the mat and fell forward. To which he stepped quickly towards you, catching you in his arms and you smirked.

You lightly tapped the underside of his jaw with your fist, “Got ya.”

He laughed in response, lifting the corner of his blindfold with his thumb, looking at you with a sapphire crystal eye “You sure did.”

And then you heard the most dramatic throat clear. You turned your head as Gojo set you on your feet, and saw the lowered annoyed eyes of Yuta. He walked towards the two of you, his eyes trained on your figure. He was slightly taller than you and looked down once he was close enough and feigned an innocent smile that spread across his chapped lips.

“I was hoping I could train a little tonight as well.” And he turned his head to glare at Gojo with honest eyes but you knew it was all an act.

“Sure! Actually, that works perfectly. It’s time for my evening teasing of Nanamin.” He joked as he skipped out of the dojo.

Yuta snapped his head back at you, growling at you to pick up your bamboo kendo stick. You stuck your tongue out at him as you turned to the barrel of sticks to pull one out to use. You took a stance in front of him as he slid one foot behind the other and bent his knees slightly. The both of you lunged forwards, sticks connecting at the tip with a thwack. You jumped backward and stabbed your stick towards his stomach which he jumped out of the way from. Your sticks clacked and snapped against each other with every swing. Feet padding against the mat floor as you two danced and moved in tandem like you could predict the movements of the other person. Yuta’s face fell and his brows knitted together, he wanted this to be over already. He lunged at you with his kendo stick, making you move to your left to avoid being hit and at the same time, he swiped his foot at your ankles, making you topple over.

“I won.” He said blandly as your anger bubbled over, jumping to your feet.

“You cheated. Playing dirty like that.” Your words seethed towards him as he gave you a light shove past you as you walked to the edge of the room to where you dropped your bag.

You rolled your eyes at him, before turning your attention to the floor to pick up your jacket and backpack. In a swift motion, he was pressing his body against yours, your back pushed up against the cool wall of the room.

“Funny that you thought you could take me down.” His hand moved up, holding your chin in his slender fingers. He tilted your head to the side, allowing him access to your sweat slicked skin.

“F- fuck you, Okkotsu.” You knew he didn’t miss the way your words collapsed.

His warm breath fanned over you as he placed his other hand against the wall on the side of your face, slightly above you, his lips just inches away. You let your eyes slip closed when you felt them crash greedily against yours, feeling sparks light up from your spine down to your toes. You shouldn’t feel like this- you hated him, right?

Yuta’s tongue dragged roughly over the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You fought against him; only allowing him to tug on yours. He bit your lip hard enough for you to part them and slide his tongue inside. It was heated and rough- unlike any kiss you've had before. Breathy moans escaped your mouths as teeth clashed. Every sound was swallowed by Yuta’s mouth. Goosebumps spread across your skin and you shivered, feeling him smirk as he squeezed you, grabbing your waist so forcefully you were sure there would be small bruises, pulling you as close to him as possible. You stayed there with him, in a kiss so hungry, so needy it felt possessive. It suffocated your senses and dulled your thoughts to the point you only remembered to move your lips against his with the same vigor.

How much time had passed before you finally broke the connection? You finally looked up to meet his blue eyes, a blue deeper than the ocean abyss. The golden hues of the evening sun seeped through the cladded dojo windows and slanted across Yuta’s face. You felt your stomach clench and pushed his hair off his forehead where it had sat flatly. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and inched closer, sliding one of your thighs up between his. A loan groan escaped his parted mouth, and he pushed your leg down to be replaced with his own.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this”- he smirks, licking a wet stripe along the vein in your neck- “And you were just getting too close to Gojo for my liking tonight.” He spoke as he moved his thigh up, rubbing it against your core.

“Yuta. We’re in public” You barely choked out between moans.

“Then I guess you better keep quiet then.” He growled lowly as his teeth worked the sensitive spot on your neck.

The heat of his lips caused your head to roll back, hitting the wall behind you, your sweat trailing down your temple leaving wet stains against the concrete. He smirked as he continued to kiss and suck at that sweet spot that made you moan his name. He would no doubt leave a mark, as he continued his movements against your sweet skin. Your hands moved up to run through his hair but he quickly grabbed them, slamming them above you with one hand wrapped around your wrists. You inhaled sharply as he rubbed his thigh harsher against your clothed cunt. Your moans became more apparent, echoing in the space. The hand he had on your chin, moves to cover your mouth as you hear the door open. He stands there, staring into your eyes, continuing to grind his thigh on you.

“Shh, baby. We don't want to be found” He smirks at you.

He picks you up easily, stepping lightly towards the open showers. His lips are rough against yours- needy and desperate to taste you again. He places you up against the wall, holding you in place with one strong arm as the other reaches over, turning on the warm water, exposing your breasts. He breaks apart from the kiss- a trail of saliva connecting you two together still. His eyes travel down to your perked nipples, you hear him mutter a shit, before taking one into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud as the hand that's snaked around your waist, grabs at the plush of your skin. Your moans become louder, only slightly muffled by the shower running. Your hands, finally free- run through his hair, pushing his mouth further onto your chest. He continues to nip at the bud as he sets you down. He pulls his mouth off with a pop and takes both in between his fingers, twisting and tugging at the supple flesh. He watches as you squirm, chest heaving into his touch. He chuckles lightly at your groans and pulls until you’re released and then he flicks both sensitive nubs which makes you wince backward. He places a soft kiss to the valley between your breasts and moves his hand down your curves and starts to rub harsh circles onto your clit.

“Yuta. More. Need more.” You groan and you move slightly in his grip.

“Aw, look at you. A mewling mess in my touch. Looks like you don’t hate me as much as you thought” He speaks against your skin, licking down your stomach to your hips.

He pulls the rest of your pants down, exposing yourself to him. He licks between your wet folds, using just the tip of his tongue to tease you. Before pulling away to spread your lips with his fingers, getting too close for comfort as he inspected your cunt. You tried your best to close your legs as you felt yourself heating up in embarrassment. He pushed your thigh with his free hand as the other slapped your wet core.

“Don’t do that. Wanna get a look at this pretty little pussy I’m about to shove my cock into.” He spoke low as he spit on your clit lewdly.

He watched as your walls fluttered, begging for attention; begging for him to stuff it full. But you deserved to wait- after falling ever so “accidentally” into Gojo’s arms as you were training with him earlier. So he pressed his thumb down and rubbed your pretty clit. The way he teased you, the way he touched you- you were becoming addicted to the feeling and you wanted to experience more of him. He kept his face close, hot breaths eliciting a wanton moan from your lips as he slides a finger between your lips. He pulls his thumb away for a moment to pull back the hood of your clit and places a soft kiss to it, making your knees buckle. Your hands are shaking as you move them to his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself. Your focus is waning with every pump of his finger- and then he adds another. His fingers prod at your gummy walls, slick coating them as they slide in past his knuckles, lips puckering to suck harshly on your sensitive nerves as his pretty eyes glare up at you.

Something about the look he holds as the water drips from the tips of his hair, his wet white tee sticking to his skin, the way his fingers are curling and hitting all the right spots. Your thighs start to shake and your breath catches as your eyes roll back and you try to brace yourself as you feel your orgasm approaching. But he stops, a soft cry filters over your lips- and he laughs as he stands up.

“Open your mouth.” You knew it was a demand but you were still trying to muffle your sighs from the denial.

He rolls his eyes at your disobedience and grabs your cheeks squishing them together. He shoves his fingers past your lips, pushing down on your tongue to hear those choked whines that sounded so pretty from you. You gag slightly when his knuckles touch your lip as he spreads your juices around on your tongue. He made your mouth close as he pulled his digits out, making sure you got every drop of yourself.

“You taste yourself? So sweet- why have you been keeping this from me?” His words sounded so sinful, your head was spinning.

He peeled his clothes off, tossing them to the corner out of the way of the shower. He stepped back into the water, slicking his hair back as droplets ran down his toned form. Curving around the outlines of his pecs as the bead rolled down over his perked nipples and followed the line of his abs down to his hips. The steamy atmosphere adding to your already spinning head made you see stars. You could feel yourself shaking as your legs wanted to give out, then two strong hands gripped your shoulders. Your eyes trailed up the muscles in his arms and saw the way they flexed knowing your attention was on him. You noticed the way his lips curved up into a coy smirk.

“I’ll take good care of you” He growled in your ear as he hooked your thigh over his hip.

He kept careful eye contact with you as he lined himself up with your entrance. His flushed tip pushing against your puffy folds, covering his tip in your slick. Your back was pushed up against the wall, his thick calloused fingers digging into the plush skin of your thigh as his cockhead slipped into you. Your slick essence and sinful moans spurring him to sink further into your squelching cunt. He went in slow but didn’t give you a moment to adjust as he pulled out to the cut on his tip and then rammed back into you. A choked sob escaped your parted lips as you batted your wet lashes at him.

“Yuta!”- you cried as fresh hot tears started to spill from your big doe eyes - “Please t’ too much”

He grinned seductively as he kissed the corner of your eye, “Crying for me, baby? Look so pretty”

His eyebrows furrowed as vulgarities fell from his pink lips as he set the pace. Pulling back and snapping his hips forward into you. The sounds of your wetness are muffled by his groans and the water of the shower raining down and echoing off the tiled floor. You could feel your body melting into him with every force of his hips, gasping with every thrust. Your head lulled into the valley of his neck, teeth grasping onto his collarbones as drool spilled from your lips. He ferociously, mercilessly, pounded deep inside you. Hitting every soft spot along the way, the way the thick vein on his cock rubbed against your gummy walls, and how he kept hitting the top of your cervix- you were at his mercy. He snaked his thumb down your wet stomach to rub your clit and fat tears of pleasure pooled down your face as you cried his name.

“Fuck. Look at you, taking me so well.” His grunts become more apparent as he continues to abuse your overstimulated clit.

You feel him hitting deep, each thrust makes your cunt clamp down onto him. He’s rough as his thumb moves and his fingers dig into your leg, creating crescent shaped indents. He’s hitting so deep, bruising your cervix with every obscene movement. You can only focus on him pounding into you, your nails scratching down his back, no doubt leaving scratches but you know he doesn't mind when he moans out loud. He nudges your head up with his and attached his lips hard to yours. Puffy and red when he pulls away, drinking in your exhales as he hovers over your parted lips. His thrusts got sloppy and his balls felt heavy slapping against the curve of your ass and you know he’s just as close as you are.

Then he pulls out. Making you wince and whine at the empty feeling.

“Turn around, put your hands against the wall.” You do as he says, you’ve been denied two orgasms now.

He grabs your ass, slapping a harsh red handprint onto your right cheek as he spreads them apart. He adjusts himself to your dripping hole again and slides back in. You swear he’s going to fuck the shape of his cock into you- and nothing after him will feel right. Your walls are stretching back out to accommodate him, creating a soreness in your legs. You're whining his name and begging him to let you cum already and something inside him snaps. He grips your ass hard, using it as leverage to fuck into you. Your thighs are twitching with each roll of his hips as he continually bottoms out deep into your cunt. His focus is on watching his fat cock disappear into you over, and over again. One hand reaches around to press against your tummy and you feel him all the way in your womb and your tears are gushing as they fall to the floor in front of you.

You rest your cheek against the wall and take one hand off to reach down between your legs to grab and fondle his heavy balls. He yelps at the new sensation and moves even harder into you. You’re pulling on his soft flesh, and feel them tighten in your grasp. The circling and bucking of his hips falters and you feel the knot inside you bubble up. He’s cursing and stammering under his breath, how good your pussy feels, how wet you are from him. His filthy words send you over the edge and you're spewing your juices against him- squirting them onto the base of his cock and coating his thighs. He loves your reaction- the way your panting and your pretty cunt is clamping and twitching. You feel the final tingle of his balls in your hand and the first warmth of his cum spilling into you and you squeeze your hand that's holding him, eliciting a loud groan from him as you milk him for all his worth. He chases his high, white slick filling you to your brim as it threatens to spill once he pulls out. He bends down to be eye-level with your pussy and he notices the small bead of cum dripping down onto your clit. He’s fast with his tongue, licking a stripe from your clit to your stretched out hole as he collects his spilling seed into his mouth. He stands and turns you around, connecting his lips with yours, his hand clenching your jaw to fill your mouth with every bit of what's in his, spitting the rest as he closes his mouth on yours.

“Swallow.” And you do, because you’re fucked too dumb to mutter cohernt words. Your vision filled with stars.

He snickers at your disheveled appearance as he turns back into the cascading water. You stand there for a minute, trying to collect enough strength to walk under the heated shower as well. But you sigh as your thighs shake and you slide your back down the wall. He rolls his eyes at you and takes your hands, dragging you into the water to clean yourself off.

“So, what now?” The only words you’re able to utter as you sit on the warm ground, allowing the water to rush over your face.

Yuta scoffs at your words, as he wraps a towel around his waist, “What do you mean? We’re just friends.” He walks to the corner to pick up his clothes and turns to go, leaving you to ponder in your thoughts over what the fuck just happened

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smittyxtv · 20 days

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PLANK FINALLY USES HIS DOMAIN EXPANSION!

it all started when PATRICK had a brilliant idea. if the earth had less wood there WOOD not be any more problems. his basis was solid, solid as a rock. The problem is paper beats rock, and Patrick didn't think that far...

With his family and distant relatives eviscerated, PLANK feels the red rage like that of his red oak ancestors, he brings forth his full power, and used his domain expansion!!

Will Patrick live through this? find out next time on Dragon Star P!!!

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jiminjamms · 2 years

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sex therapy :: 11. naughty girls

chapter tags/warnings: more (rough) sex. with my favorite dude tho, lol. choking. brat taming. breeding. creampies. enemies to lovers? possessiveness. infidelity/adultery. strong language. dirty talk. humiliation. use of alcohol.

word count: 3.4k

notes: finally back from a long hiatus! (rant about my summer here) i'm very well now, even with the start of the semester, and literally overjoyed to be writing again. as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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In all honesty, Sukuna had always been one hell of a good looker that no one could ever quite ignore.

He was handsome, he was unnaturally charismatic, and—judging from the nightlife empire he ran—he was also very, very successful.

And who didn’t love a rich, hot, and charming sugar daddy? (No one, duh.)

Looks and wealth aside, what really intrigued you were the ways he’d leave pieces of bait knowing full well that you’d bite, all as if he was trying to figure you out without revealing much at all about himself.

Don’t tell me he’s one of them, you pondered with annoyance, referring to those paparazzi journalists who were only good at spinning tall tales out of nothing.

Oblivious to your suspicion, Sukuna had shifted his gaze and gestured at Kaeya, the blue-haired bartender who quickly returned to his boss with a shot glass and an assortment of hard liquors.

You watched curiously.

Birthday Boy sure knew how to work his hands—opening bottles with the flick of a wrist, filling his glass right to the rim—all while the dim neon lights cast a subtle glow on his silver rings.

He created quite the concoction, pouring himself some rum, some vodka, splashes of some unlabeled beverage. This, no doubt, was the nastiest impromptu cocktail on Earth, but Sukuna didn't show the slightest grimace as he took his glass and drank it straight.

No chaser, no mixer, no nothing.

That man was an absolute animal.

“You’re staring again,” Sukuna teased as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Something about that sly tilt to his lips left your knees rubbing against each other. “If you like me, sweetheart, you don’t have to be shy. It’s expected anyway that you’d have the hots for a guy like me.”

Your thoughts nearly scattered.

Don’t do this to me, dude.

You had to remind yourself that Sukuna was a notorious womanizer.

Besides, what was it again that he said during your first encounter? Something about how he ‘already got some other women on his hands,’ right? For your own pride, you were not about to be another expendable commodity on his list. Not for someone who could never reach your prestigious ranks.

Consequently, there was every reason for you to blow off Sukuna’s advances. Yet, just to test his waters, you said boldly, “Maybe.”

For him, it must have been strange to hear you admit that you might just have a teeny tiny smidge of interest in him. Thus, there were a hundred—no, a thousand ways in which this could go wrong. In particular, Sukuna would surely be interested in humiliating you, turning you into a laughingstock at the bar, but he didn’t.

Instead, his eyes flared with intention, almost a sort of wickedness. “Just a ‘maybe’?”

Oh boy, if the actual paparazzi got a hold of this discussion, you would surely be on the tabloids for weeks.

Thankful that the music masked the frenzied rhythm at your chest, you assembled the courage to stare Sukuna down. “Why would that matter to you? This how you get your girls?”

For the first time, he seemed taken aback. “Why? Is that what you think of me?”

You nodded. Of course.

Two visits to the sex therapists’ office, and you had both seen and heard enough regarding him and his reckless escapades.

But Sukuna grinned because, this game, he liked to play.

“To clear any misunderstandings, pretty, I would never force any girl to do something she doesn’t want...unlike, perhaps, your man at home.”

He paused meaningfully, as though he wanted that last bit to sink in.

And it did.

How and what did Sukuna know about Naoya’s relationship with you?

You didn’t get your answer then because the nightclub manager continued, “My point is, I don’t run to women. Women run to me. I merely present them an option, and—as a gentleman—I merely let the ladies decide. So, back to our original discussion…” He smirked. “I could easily turn your Maybe to a Yes.”

Do it, you felt tempted to say.

Rather, you deflated your puffed cheeks in a flustered manner, the expelled air brushing against Sukuna’s undercut. First, you wanted to evaluate what he had to offer.

“Like how?” you eventually asked.

In response, Sukuna leaned forward, his muscled forearms grazing against your sides. His scent was strong and heady, a whirling redolence of warm spices and rosewood, and he brought his lips right to your ear as a long, warm exhale tickled your earlobe.

“Like how?” he repeated. He sounded insulted. As he brought himself closer, his teeth nearly grazed your skin. “Are you testing me?”

Ignoring the drum at your chest, you sat up to look taller and more intimidating. “No, sir.”

“Really? But then, why aren’t you?”

“Because…” Because you were a married woman—not to mention a prolific aristocrat—and you could only imagine how the public would react to see a socialite like you involved with more men than you could handle. “Because…I’m a good girl.”

“Are you?” he challenged and suppressed a wry grin. “It won't hurt to be a naughty girl for a little bit. Baby’s got to be a rulebreaker sometimes."

You dug your fingernails into your palms. Sukuna sure knew how to please with his wit and his words, whispering honeyed promises to ears who desired the most. His appeal was surreal—that much you knew, yet here you were falling for him hook, line, and sinker.

When Sukuna stood up from his seat and departed from the counter, your gaze frantically followed him. Truly, there was no need for you to be all up on his personal matters. What he had to do was none of your business. It was so darn apparent he was trying to get you.

Yet the moment he stepped a little farther than you would like, curiosity got the best of you.

“Where are you going?” you blurted.

Sukuna, stopping in place, spun around. Given his victorious grin, he had been hoping that you would halt him. The man pondered in thought, nonchalantly tugging at his button-up’s collar.

“’Like how,’ right?” he repeated, referring to your original question. “I can show you ‘how,’ if you’re interested.”

If you were interested…

Sukuna didn’t wait for your response. Instead, he turned back and walked into the crowd that generously parted for him, slapping his back and embracing him to bestow birthday wishes. He was popular enough that your existence must be nothing but a speck in his large pool of acquaintances. There was no reason for you to follow him.

After all, he simply was—as he put it earlier—presenting you an option. He obviously wanted in on your body, to ‘show you what orgasms really feel like’—something he had also mentioned during your first office visit.

But Toji had demonstrated enough already. And there was no way you were going to let yourself get passed around that easily. As a result, following him was as good admitting your loss, giving him consent. You weren’t stupid enough to fall into that trap. Such an irresponsible decision would only be for ‘if you were interested.’

So, were you interested?

Obviously, not.

Right?

Yes, you totally were.

“I can’t fucking believe myself,” you muttered in frustration as you jumped off from your perch, finding yourself tracing Sukuna’s steps into the partying congregation and hurriedly pursuing flashes of his pink locks the same way a turtle hatchling would scramble for the sea. On the way, your head buzzed with excess alcohol or adrenaline, or both.

When Sukuna reached the other end of the venue, he disappeared into an empty VIP room. You trailed several meters behind him. There was still time for you to turn back and reconsider.

Yet, when you approached the doorway yourself, when Sukuna grabbed your wrist to pull you in, when your legs went weak as the door clicked closed, was it wrong for you to feel…excited?

Finally shielded from the watchful gazes of many, Sukuna slammed you into the corner as your surprised whimpers graced his ears. Sandwiched between the warmth of his chest and the cool of the wall, you gasped when he pressed his mouth against yours and ran his tongue across your bottom lip. You invited him in, his taste bitter but simultaneously somehow sweet from liquor.

His lips danced in a way that was innocent at first, but Sukuna quickly revealed his true colors as he started sucking your tongue, drawing circles at your cheek, growling hoarsely into your mouth—greediness that sent a sparkling sensation sizzling through every cell in your body.

‘Like how?’

Oh, Sukuna would demonstrate ‘how’ alright.

He was a man to his word, a man who would not waste a second without reason.

His hands roamed from your ass to your chest, his hips rolling deeply and slowly as he dry-humped you against the wall. He pulled down your shoulder straps and then the top hem of your magenta dress, groaning into your mouth—all with so much satisfaction—when he finally liberated your breasts. When Sukuna pulled up the skirt too, he bunched your skimpy little dress at your stomach, pushing aside your satin panties.

You squeezed your eyes shut as his fingers leisurely traced your labia, lathering your lubrication across your slit. Sukuna held his breath in bliss, his growing erection pressed against the plush of your thighs. You nearly cried out in disappointment when his hand brushed over your opening, not completing his deed by pushing his finger in. All because Sukuna knew how to build anticipation, leaving you waiting and craving for him.

When Sukuna, noticing your tugs at his dress shirt, unbuttoned his entire top and tossed the fabric aside, your gaze instinctively crawled all over his bare torso in awe.

Although you had glimpses of his tattoos before, there was nothing like exploring these patterns at such a close range where you could wholeheartedly admire the broad black lines that flowed from his neck to his hips, the thick bands that encircled his biceps to his wrists.

Sukuna grabbed your hand quite suddenly. “Don’t just look,” he ordered. “Touch.”

You gulped. But he was surprisingly gentle. He wordlessly guided your delicate fingers down his chest, tracing the dark patterns on his defined torso, his skin hot and flushed. Something about this felt so intimate, so sensual. He steered your hands from his sternum to his pectorals, from his pectorals to his abs.

You were stopped by the waistband of his trousers. Anxiously, you glanced up and he caught your gaze. He wanted his pants off. With your help, of course.

The idea left blood pumping vigorously through your body.

You undid the top button, heartbeat racing. Good thing you weren’t completely sober, else you couldn’t do this at all. As you brought his zipper down, your knuckles accidentally grazed his clothed cock, and his body tensed from the unexpected contact.

When your hands stopped again but this time at his underwear, you looked up once more.

Nervousness bubbled in your veins, unsure how to properly proceed. “Can I—” No, you sounded like an idiot starting a question like that. “May I—?” Too formal. “Should I—?”

Sukuna’s own patience snapped due to the agonizing wait, pulling his boxer briefs down in your stead, freeing his cock which pulsated from sheer anticipation, lifting you into the air to position his blood-gorged dick at your entrance.

Never did you have a second to breathe, and that one moment when you did, Sukuna pushed himself into you with one lightning-like thrust.

“Sukuna!” you shouted, slamming your head against the door, sounds drowned by the muffled music outside. Gripping the man’s shoulders, you gaped at the ceiling, head trying to wrap around the pinching pain inside your walls, the pleasure that blossomed at your core.

Supported midair by Sukuna’s hands on your ass cheeks, you panted hard, adjusting to his immense size as you intuitively wrapped your legs around his torso. An involuntary jerk of your hips in the process caused Sukuna to twitch, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. How…how deep did he go?

Sukuna partially slid himself out to slip inside again, this time delicately. One inch, then two inches. The stretch—it hurt. Three inches, four inches, five inches. Just how many more inches was this guy packing?

When he bottomed out again, a shared guttural groan rumbled in the room.

“I hope you know this is the only birthday pussy I want,” Sukuna murmured. He pulled his hips back, all the while tenderly massaging your bare butt and pressing your back against the wall, the mellow cold offering relief amid the heat. “So, I’ll play nice and give you a heads up that I’m going to fuck you.” The garnet shades in his eyes suddenly gleamed. “Hard.”

Before you could completely process his words, he slammed his dick right back in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull; your mouth parted in another scream. Fingers laced between Sukuna’s pink strands, you shuddered from the hypnotic rhythm he began to create. In and out and in and out, each ram stronger and more forceful than the last, each thrust hitting deeper and caressing more sensitive spots than its predecessor.

Sukuna chuckled. “Feeling alright, baby?”

Oh, you were doing much more than alright.

Every thrash into your soaking and weeping hole rippled all throughout your body in waves of tingling, aching sensation. The conscientious thoughts in your mind are nothing but a disarranged mess, a fucked-out expression painted on your face.

You could barely pant an answer, the pulsation from within driving you insane. “More.”

“More?” The question sounded faint from the cacophony of skin slapping skin, from the moans of bottled-up lust and desire. But nothing could hide the amusement riddled in his tone. “Sure about that?”

Your head lolled to the side, and you nodded. Yes.

Nothing could hide Sukuna’s triumphant smirk. This bastard definitely had something up his sleeve.

“But I thought you were a,” he narrowed his eyes impishly, “a good girl?”

Checkmate.

He chuckled sardonically, knowing he quoted a line that was all too familiar. “Well, Miss Goody Two-Shoes?” he continued to taunt. “Thought that an angel like you didn’t want to get in trouble.”

Momentarily, you exhaled deeply in defeat. There was nothing like your own words coming back to bite you in the ass.

Meanwhile, devilish delight was written all over Sukuna’s tattooed face. “Then, just admit it,” he whispered by the temple of your forehead, a wicked grin pressed at your skin. Sukuna, as you discovered now, loved to win. He was right, and he always wanted to be right.

He pushed himself real deep into your hole, feeling him throb with excitement against every square inch inside you. “Admit that you’re nothing but my naughty girl tonight, you dick-deprived bitch.”

You didn’t. At least, not immediately.

Thus, the displeased Sukuna freed one hand from your thigh. You fell, but he steadied you against the wall. He then wrapped that hand around your throat as though his fingers were made to be your necklace. You yelped quietly when he squeezed the sides, constricting airflow.

At first, you coughed, then gagged.

And Sukuna growled. “Admit it.”

There was such a threat implicit in his words. You mustered a weak nod in response.

“No. I want to hear it,” he ordered coldly. When he tightened the clasp at your neck, his frigid silver rings like ice against your broiling skin. “It’s my fucking birthday, so say it.”

“I…I—” You gasped for air, arms practically flailing from the lack of oxygen as you blinked past your spotted vision. “I’m your naughty girl, Sukuna. Please. Please. Fuck me faster, harder.” Another cough. “I need more.”

Sukuna stopped all motion and closed his eyes momentarily, breath hitching as he savored your words. The admission of his victory was pure music to his ears, a bliss that could easily bring him over the edge.

He loosened his grip from your collar, proudly watching you choke and wheeze for air.

That’s right, you were his naughty little whore on his birthday night. You were never meant to be a good girl. At least, not ever since you had stepped foot inside that fated office looking for sex therapy.

That was when you were all dewy-eyed and pouty.

And look at yourself now, all salivating and cock-hungry. Only good girls gone bad could ever get a piece of him.

Before you could fully recover, Sukuna started to pick up speed again. He started slow but his movements soon grew relentless as his dick plunged into your stretched-out walls over and over and over again, snapping his hips into you at a pace that you might have deemed impossibly fast before.

You stiffened with one long moan.

“Look at yourself,” the man jeered, cackling like a madman. “Wish you could see this. You love this, don’t you? Getting split into two and shaking over my cock. Tell the birthday boy that this was exactly what you needed, baby. Come on, tell me.”

“Oh please, yes,” you hissed, desperate to gratify a pussy pleaser like him. “God fuck, you’re so good at this, Sukuna.”

In your two milliseconds of awareness, you peeked at where your bodies were connected, observing his moist cock sheath into your awaiting cavern with raw amazement.

“No wonder Toji didn’t want to share,” Sukuna murmured, his voice suddenly so, so sexy to your ears. “I, too, would want to keep your pussy all to myself, if I had things my way. Hell, if I really could do whatever I want, I’d fuck you every other night because you’re too sweet, you know that?”

Nearly lost in the quagmire of physical, mental, and auditory sensation, your fingernails pressed crescents into his arms. Your legs were feeble and your mind exhausted, mind clouded only with the thoughts releasing the twisting sensation at your belly, unsure how much longer your poor body could hold up from each hard pound. “S-Sukuna.”

“It’s okay. You can come all over my dick if you want to. Naughty girls like you do me real good, and I want to reward you, brat.”

And something about that final word hit all the right spots.

Immediately, your body convulsed in intense waves of orgasms, your thoughts nothing but white-hot flashes. Throwing your head back against the wall, you were left loudly moaning a garbled version of his name into the open air. You were seeing the fucking stars, glimmering and sparkling between blinks like fireworks.

Your insides clamped down so hard that Sukuna could barely hold himself in either. He huffed slowly, relishing in the warmth of your cunt because he was losing his goddamn mind.

“Holy shit,” Sukuna hissed moments later. He stuttered and stilled in the following thrusts, groaning loudly he spilled every single last drop he had into you, your insides suddenly warmer as you welcomed his load.

In the stillness, all you could hear were heavy pants, labored breaths that wildly sought to catch up on both thoughts and air. Utterly spent, Sukuna pulled out but crouched to see just how much cum you took, pressing down on your abdomen and admiring the crawly flood of semen running over your thighs.

“Messy just the way I like it.” He planted a quick kiss right at your exposed pelvis, and your belly tingled from the contact.

“You’re kinkier than I thought.”

“I could the same for you, sweetheart.”

He then stood up to re-dress both you and himself before crashing upon the nearby couch and pulling you on top, wrapping one sturdy arm around your waist.

To say the very least, it was…ironic to be so content and sexually satisfied with someone who irritated you greatly just hours before.

Perhaps you shouldn’t be too harsh on yourself.

You were probably a one-and-done situation for him, given Sukuna’s track record with women. He likely would never be interested in another round with you, so you might as well enjoy this moment while you had it. Which, you guess, was perfect since there should be no further reason to be sexually attracted to him beyond today.

Right?

Glancing up, you had hoped to discuss with Sukuna only to find him already fast asleep.

Whatever, you thought. There was no reason to mull over this and you, therefore, allowed yourself to drift into your own slumber as well.

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leanlover60000 · 3 months

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Remeber this show lol

I saw animeretro_vhs on TikTok and I became inspired to make these! I recommend their videos!

#jujutsu kaisen #my edits #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #cartoon network

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toonamisquad · 3 months

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Ninja Kamui by Sunghoo Park premieres on Toonami this February 10, 2024

Ninja Kamui by Sunghoo Park premieres on Toonami this February 10, 2024.

Ninja Kamui, a new original anime series by Jujutsu Kaisen director Sunghoo Park, will be debuting on Toonami this February 10, 2024 at midnight. Last year, Toonami announced that they were producing Ninja Kamui, a new original IP directed by Sunghoo Park, known best for directing the Jujutsu Kaisen anime series. With animation by his studio, E&H Production, along with Sola Entertainment. This…

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benkeibear · 11 months

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Come join the Network!

You're a writer / artist looking for a friendly network to boost your works and connect to likeminded people?

then the @enchantedforest-network is for you!

We're a supportive place that offers fun, help and a good time with other (multi fandom) content creators in a cute enchanted forest style discord server and Tumblr page.

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pretty-nun-machine · 2 months

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XLR8 in the Megan Thee Stallon Gojo fit

Because why not lol

(Done in Medibang Paint)

#my edit #edit #screenshot edit #ben 10 #megan thee stallion #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #XLR8 #Cartoon Network #medibang paint

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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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POV: You were approached by a fellow cute Jujutsu Tech student/sorcerer. 😳😳😳

One of my quickest digital art to make (finished this in less than an hour, before midnight), based on this sketch ☺️ tagging @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork

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bakuliwrites · 1 year

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Watching cooking competitions with Nanamin must be an *experience* He would get so into it. He probably has an apron that says Honorary Iron Chef on it (Itadori probably got it for him as a Father's Day gift). Nanami splits his time between intense, quiet observation and frantic "screaming" (his version of screaming is just his lecture tone but slightly louder) at the television. It's the only time you ever see him get even remotely loud.

Nanami, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, hair pushed back with a headband, hands on his hips: *disapproving sigh* Their hollandaise split. They're fucked! They're fucked... *slowly shakes his head*

Also Nanami, on the edge of his seat: Get it on the plate! GET IT ON THE PLATE!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS LEFT!

#nanami kento #nanamin #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #i am 100% here to watch cooking shows with nanami #he falls asleep to the Food Network #i also feel like he wouldn't like Gordon Ramsay #he yells far too much #and cooking is a time for peace and love #kento nanami #nanami kento headcanons

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will you leave me and go?

submission for: @cirigiri 's Leaked Files Collab (file #07- employee seduces boss for promotion) (thank you so so much for organizing this, lucy <3)

features: boss!kento nanami x employee!f!reader | setting: modern au, office au

synopsis: you've been working in the same company for years, but you've never gotten a single promotion. will the arrival of a new boss in the form of kento nanami change things for you?

warnings: yuuji,nobara,megumi, etc are aged up, porn with plot (so you have to read the story to get to the part hehe), power imbalance (employee/boss), use of vibrator while masturbating, food play (lollipop), oral fixation, office sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), possibly hickeys too, deep throating, voyeurism (to an extent, 'cause of cameras), clit slapping, sir kink, praise kink, overstimulation, edging/orgasm denial (either one of the two), spanking, unprotected sex, creampie (that's all I could think)

song: earned it by the weeknd / often by the weeknd | WC: 4k (needed to establish plot before getting into it hehe)

beta reading: @kazububs @beware-of-the-rogue @arlertslove (thank you so so much <3333)

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visual inspiration: @mrskenmakozume 's moodboard ehehehe AND Nanami's attire for the JJK x Dolce and Gabbana official fanart look (ISTG I needed to use this somewhere hehehe)

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a/n: so i’d learned a couple of months ago, that kenjiro tsuda (nanami’s va) was the japanese dub for christian grey in 50 shades of grey and now my brain’s in a frenzy. hence, i’ve been in a nanami brainrot of late. also, this is my first nanami smut so i hope y’all enjoy this one ♥️ y'all know the drill, likes, comments and reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. reposts are not allowed at all!! i'll need all the feedback i can get so thank you so so so much!!! also, minors, ageless blogs and blank blogs are not allowed to interact with this post at all!!

Tokyo Jujutsu IT Services has been your workplace for many years. While it's not that you didn't enjoy working, before you were fully committed to your role in one department, you were transferred to a different position in another department, often without explanation. If you knocked on the door of your boss, the company's CEO, Masamichi Yaga, to ask for a promotion, you would be metaphorically slapped on the face with a pay raise. While this was initially flattering, the initial frustration worsened, as you felt that they were trapping you in the company by keeping you for too long without giving you the position you deserved.

In light of this, you thought about leaving the company, and you logged onto LinkedIn to look at different job opportunities. Although you didn't want to leave your colleagues behind, you were left with no choice, but to start drafting your resignation letter. Until one day, you, along with the whole company, learn that Yaga was arrested for illegal insider trading and subsequent embezzlement of funds, and a replacement was assigned and would arrive by Monday.

Upon hearing the news, it hit you how Kyoto Jujutsu IT Services, your rival company’s CEO’s assistant, Kasumi Miwa, often came to the office bearing a plethora of goodies and even taking autographs with Satoru Gojo, one of the junior partners in your company, as he was popular in the software industry, in exchange for confidential information. You had your suspicions though when you could sometimes hear grunts and moans of their names from his office, but who would’ve believed you? Everyone thought he was a good man. The ambiance of the workplace plummeted even more as there were colleagues that looked up to him, especially your best friend, Yuuji Itadori. However, his mood was immediately lifted when you took him to a nearby restaurant and gave him his favorite food.

Contemplating your position in the company, you shrugged and got to work, not wanting to waste any single moment. You were all then called to the center by Kiyotaka Ijichi, the communications liaison for the company, who then introduced you to the newest and youngest CEO, Kento Nanami.

As he entered the office, he was clad in a grey double-breasted suit over a blue high neck cashmere sweatshirt with a golden brooch and black Moccasin gold-plated loafers. He’d fiddled with his blonde hair as he walked and stood next to Ijichi, using his green armless glasses to communicate much better than words ever could. It was no surprise that at that moment, everyone, including you, found him very handsome. But, you were shaking your head because you didn’t want to think lewd thoughts while you were at work.

No sooner did you return to your studio apartment than you freshened up, changed into your blue nightclothes, and took out your vibrator. Turning it on and placing it on your clit, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. The tip of the toy moved up and down the entrance before ultimately entering you, slowly, then increasing the pace. The sudden thought of his cock in you made you burst out in a series of moans, the vibrations causing you to roll your eyes to the back of your head, where you called out, “Mr. Nanami, sir, please fuck me.” For the first time since your apartment was filled with your lewd utterances, when your coil snapped as you orgasmed, you were dissatisfied with your own touch.

However, you were oblivious to the fact that your neighbor could hear you moan from his apartment, causing him to smile as he read his books.

The next day, no sooner do you enter the office than Nanami calls out to you, “(L/N)-san, can you please come into my office for some time?”

You’d gulped in some air before entering the office, and you felt a sense of tension in the air and bit your thumb in nervousness. That’s when he threw a small smile your way and asked you to sit down. You felt a sense of warmth slowly covering you like a blanket.

He then says, “(L/N)-san, I've been meaning to ask you for advice since you're one of the employees who has been there the longest. I’d like you to explain everything that’s been going on in this company without holding anything back from me. ”

As you began explaining what projects had been going on in the office, what different kinds of software people were working on, what challenges people were facing, and so on, Nanami had taken out a small notebook and started noting down every point verbatim, causing your heart to skip a bit, smiling at his gesture. Your previous boss was never keen on hearing different kinds of feedback, but your new boss was.

What took you by surprise, however, was that after you left his office, he contacted the respective department heads, gave different instructions to them, and thus implemented the changes that you were looking for in the company, causing you to develop a sense of trust in him.

Over the next couple of days, you started to build a professional rapport with him, and you deemed him to be a better CEO than Yaga any day. He knows a lot about a wide range of things, and you could ask him for help with any project. You also got to know each other through your shared love of books, certain types of music, and other hobbies.

You were one of the few that were able to see through his tough exterior as he smiled more whenever you were around, and he’d stand beside you at parties when crowds got too overwhelming. You gradually became his favorite employee, earning jealous stares from everyone, especially Akari Nitta, a senior employee. She vocalized her thoughts of earning his favor to earn a promotion, much to your chagrin.

As your rapport with him grew, you kept wanting him more, in every way, especially to satiate your carnal desires. You tried shaking the feelings off; you even tried sleeping with other men, but you finally realized that it wasn’t the same. It would never feel the same, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted your boss to yourself.

One Friday morning, he called for you, asking you to meet him before you clocked out for the day. As the clock was about to strike five, your heart started pacing, because you wanted to talk about getting a promotion that you deserved. You were curious about what he was trying to tell you when others had left. Wondering if he felt the same way about you too, you shook the seemingly ridiculous thought away.

Your mind came back to reality as Yuuji called out to you from your reverie, excitedly crying out before leaving, “Goodnight (L/N), don’t forget to meet Nanamin before you go!”

It makes you chuckle every time the nickname that you used for him spreads like wildfire. While people left the office and called it a night, you gathered a small red box and walked confidently in your black knee-length pencil skirt, which accentuated your curves, a white full-sleeved shirt, and black heels, whose clicking and clacking could be heard in the corridors. When you knock on the door and enter the office, you see him wearing a dark red shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. He sat back in his chair, loosened his tie, and sighed as he tilted his head upwards.

He then leaned towards the table, putting his arms on it, with his hands joined together, and ankles crossed, speaking to you with a tender tone, “So, (Y/N), I wanted to talk to you.”

Your heart was racing so fast you couldn't understand why. After taking a deep breath, you brought yourself back to reality and nodded. “Of course, Mr. Nanami,” you answered. Your voice quivering, you replied, “I wanted to talk to you as well.”

As he tilted his head towards you, he took off his armless glasses and put them on the table. He spoke with a sense of candor, “I was wanting to know something.”

“How come I see in the records,” he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows as he flipped through some documents, “that you've been here for years but have never been promoted?”

It was as if someone had just injected adrenaline into you, because suddenly, the nervousness turned to determination. You then place the red box on the table and open it to show that you’d bought him some hard candy, causing him to say, “Thank you (L/N)-san, I appreciate it, but-” You interrupted Nanami when you took out a strawberry lollipop from the box and put it in your mouth, licking it slightly with your tongue and sucking on it slowly as his gaze fixed on your lips, slightly wide.

He thought to himself, “Please don’t do this to me, (Y/N).”

“Mr. Nanami,” you clear your throat, bringing him back to reality while still sucking on the lollipop, “is there something I can do for you? After all,” you slyly look at the buttons on his trousers, and say, “That’s my promotion you’re talking about.”

He threw a perplexed look at you as if you had figured out why he was hot and bothered. He bit his lower lip, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering as he noticed the scarlet lace lingerie you were wearing underneath.

He composed himself before speaking to you. “I have been thinking about promoting you, but just to a senior team leader,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Considering Nitta-san's prior experience as a senior employee, I was considering promoting her to become a junior partner.”

You roll your eyes and reply, “Nitta?”

You scoffed, “Please, she's been here for what? Five years at most? She always runs home earlier than most other people.”

Approaching him, your fingers flitting across the table, you shrug your shoulders, replying, “I've been here for more than she has, and you very well know that, Mr. Nanami. Throughout your transition to the company, I've been your main contact. Therefore, I am the one who needs to be in a position higher than my current one. If not, then I am left with no other choice but to file for a resignation.”

In response, Nanami retorts, “Like I'll let you leave the company, (Y/N). It may have been Yaga’s negligence that you weren't promoted right away, but are you really going to leave me? ”

You start to persuade him while still casually sucking on the lollipop.

“Mr. Nanami, the records and the reports of different revaluation meetings must have shown you,” you continue as you unzip your skirt, displaying your lace panties, then straddle him, grinding along with the now appearing bulge, “that my performance is exceptional because I know I'm pretty good at what I do.”

Nanami looks at you intriguingly and asks, “Do you know that there’s a camera in my office?”

You shrug, and murmur, “I do, I was the one who asked for it,” giving a wink.

“Come on, Mr. Nanami, I don’t really care.”

When you come near him, you take the lollipop out of your mouth and place it in his to suck on it, slowly. “I think I wasn't promoted because I refused to give into Yaga's subtle advances, but since you've had the chance to know me, you know how capable I am of taking on any challenge. It's high time I take things into my own hands.”

Then, having got the assurance that you got to him, you take the lollipop out of his mouth, tilt your head, finish the lollipop, throw it away, and smirk, purring, “so I might as well show you how much I want, no need, this promotion.”

“Well, is that all you want. (Y/N), to be a partner?” He asks you, raking his fingers through your hair, humming. Shaking your head, you reply, with your lips brushing his, “You know that that’s not the only thing I want,” and purr, “Kento.”

He nods with a smirk, “You’re going in the right direction, sweetie.”

You then press your lips against his and kiss him passionately, with you straddling him, sucking on his bottom lip and tongue, and your teeth clicking together with one of his hands on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. You then slip down, unbutton, and remove his trousers, leaving his black boxers on display, and upon bringing them down, you let his cock spring free as the head slaps his clothed abdomen.

His cock is exactly as you imagined it to be, long and girthy, with the prominent vein visible. Like the gentleman that he was, he liked to keep things clean down there, just like you. You begin to savor his shaft by wrapping your lips around its head, licking the tip, and tasting his pre-cum. You then keep sucking hard, maintaining eye contact with him. He watched you, entranced, and his mouth was slightly agape.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he rasped. “You’re doing so well; this has got to be one of your best performances,” he continued, smirking down at you.

Using your hands and lips together, you lather his hardened length with your saliva and bob your head up and down hard while keeping your eyes on him. If it was hard for him to maintain control then, he started to lose it the moment you spent some time playing with his balls, licking and sucking on them. All of this caused him to moan and whimper while his eyes rolled back in his head. It was amusing to watch him squirm for someone who had a strong authoritative presence among everyone.

“Mr. Nanami,” you purr, sucking on his delectable cock like there's no tomorrow. “I was hoping you'd have my revaluation meeting on Monday and hopefully discuss getting me rewarded.”

He then murmured, with a knowing smirk, “Oh, absolutely. Especially, as long as you’ll be at my beck and call, 24 x 7, I'll give you something else as a reward along with the partnership.”

If there's one thing you've learned about Nanami, it's that he prefers to take things slowly and in his own time. However, with the tension between you two, he couldn't keep himself away from you any longer.

You smile and continue to move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushing against his firm length. As you continue to suck him completely, that's when he confesses, “(Y/N), ever since I first met you, I’ve been intrigued by you. That night, I could hear you moaning for me from my apartment, and ever since. And now, mmmm-” he couldn’t say anything else as he was so drunk off of the way you’re blowing him, making you realize he was the neighbor that could hear you all along, which turned you on even more because he knew you wanted him.

A tint of blush appears on your cheeks as he moans softly, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door, causing you to jolt a bit, but not a bit unfazed in the slightest. You then crawl under the desk, Nanami not moving an inch as you take one of his hands, and run your fingers through your hair, enabling him to guide you on how fast to go. Nanami fists your hair and bobs your head up and down, thrusting hard, causing tears to appear in the corner of your eyes.

While you’re so engrossed in how good his shaft tasted, Nanami shuffled himself on the seat and answered with a raspy voice, “Come in.”

His demeanor shifted as his business partner, Shouko Ieiri, walked in, saying, “Nanami-kun, here are the documents for the next meeting.” She asks him, catching the micro-expressions on his face, oblivious to what was going on below the desk, “You okay, Nanami-kun?”

Nanami then smirked, with Ieiri giving a confused look, and said, “Yes, Ieiri-san. Before you say anything, I told her that she was to be promoted to senior team leader to check as to where her loyalties lie, but I’m glad that I-” He coughed to cover up a moan as you took all of his dick down your throat. “I got to know that she wants to stay in the company regardless of the position.” Your eyes widen.

The boss is willing to lie for you?

He leaned towards the table with his arms on it, continuing, “See, Ieiri-san. I was the one who ratted Yaga out.”

Ieiri stared at him in surprise, to which Nanami calmly replied, “He was a bastard. Years ago, he fired my best friend, Yuu Haibara, accusing him of something he did not do because Haibara refused to cooperate. It was going to be the same for (Y/N), but I made sure that he wouldn't repeat that mistake. There is nothing to worry about, Ieiri-san. Have a wonderful weekend!” As Ieiri nods and leaves the office, you slide off his desk. He then picks you up from under the desk and kisses you.

Then he sits you down at the desk, and carefully pulls your panties off of you while you take off your shirt and show him your lacy bra. Having unhooked the bra's hook in front, you leave yourself at his mercy, exposing every part of your body, submitting yourself solely to his pleasure.

He licks his lips, softly moaning and remarking, “Ah, I see that you were planning to do this all along, weren’t you, you cheeky little minx,” and before you could refute, he immediately slaps your clit. This causes you to open your mouth wide and close your eyes as you whimper in pleasure.

“(Y/N), oi, (Y/N),” Nanami calls out to you and your eyes look into his brown orbs. He commands, “Look at me,” pausing after every word.

Causing you to nod frantically, he spreads your legs, grips you by your thighs, and murmurs, “You know what, I'd been thinking about this pussy for a long time. She looks so pretty and do you know what else? She’s all mine.”

He then kneels down, leaning against you, splays one hand on your waist, and uses the other hand to keep slapping your clit while licking it, sucking on your folds, and using his fingers to reach the g-spot, curling them inside. This caused you to moan loudly, dropping all inhibition and care, letting go of the thought that someone must be watching you, and your fingers raked through his light blond hair and pressed it closer between your legs.

He then grips one thigh hard, spreads your folds with another hand, and devours your pussy like it’s his last meal. The coil kept building in you as your back began to arch, your toes began to curl, and you scream, “I-I-Please, sir! I’m a minx for you, please don’t stop,” while pressing his face between your thighs.

This causes him to smirk and continue to eat you until he praises you, pussy drunk, “Oh angel, your pussy is so good for me, it’s so delicious. I’d like her to be available for me, 24/7, so what say, partner? Will you cum for me as a sign of approval, sweetie?”

Hearing this was enough for you to give out one last cry before the coil in you snaps and he continues to slurp your juices. He then looks at you, with your essence smeared all over his face.

“I wasn’t joking about this by the way,” Nanami then stated, matter-of-factly, while he puts your right leg on his shoulder, aligns his dick with your entrance, and while not waiting for you to relax, slams himself into you in one swift motion, with his hands interlocking with yours and his mouth grabbing one of your nipples and suckling on them, eventually bottoming out, with the tip of his head reaching your spongy cervix.

You screamed when you realized that your vibrator could never fill you in the same way that he did. Like he was made to fit into your pussy, every part of him fit into you like a glove. The moans you made seemed to have flipped a switch inside him that he could never turn off. As he started off slowly, you felt your pussy throb and whimpered with every movement he made. "Shit, that's too tight. Look at her clenching around me," he grunts while sucking on your nipples and playing with them, biting hard, while your gaze lingers at the way your wetness coated his dick really well.

As he continued to increase his pace while thrusting into you, he eventually mauled your pussy, with one hand of his rubbing your bundle of nerves and the other hand inside your mouth to muffle your moans as his thrusts got deeper and faster. Eventually, a coil forms in you, again, and he whispers, “Don't come just yet, baby,” causing you to whine and try to hold it all in.

Just then, he pulls out, turns your body around, with your derriere up, and licks your slit from bottom to top. You mewl in pleasure, crying out, “Nanami, sir, please allow me to cum. I can't take it any longer.” He hummed near your cunt, “Oh, but you can and you will,” while you squirmed, unable to contain the pleasure any longer. He continued to devour you until your eyes rolled back, and you let go, with him slurping all your juices again.

“Aaaaaah, (Y/N), you taste so good. This cunny is now mine,” he murmurs as he lines his dick with your entrance, then adds, “and so are you.”

He then thrust himself deeply into you, causing you to mewl with your mouth agape, drunk on the way he made you feel. The sounds of skin slapping, mixed with both of your moans and grunts, reverberated in the room as he increased the pace of his thrusts, with one hand spanking your ass and the other hand around your neck, pinning you to the desk. You were both unconcerned about the consequences you would face in the near future because all that mattered was your desire to be one with each other.

A specific thought crossed your mind for a brief moment. You were never going to leave him, no matter how hard you tried. You were completely satisfied with what was going on right now. You not only became a partner, which was long overdue, but you also bagged the boss. You managed to kill two birds with one stone.

Your walls clenched around his length as your release approached for the third time, causing him to grab you by the neck and pull you closer to him as he rammed into you. Sucking on your neck and biting it a little, reminding you that you belonged to him now.

As your orgasm washes over you, your cum forming a ring at the base of his shaft, he moans, “I'm going to cum inside you as a token of sincere appreciation for your work in this company, baby. Consider this a gift of congratulations, so take it,” he grunts as he lands one final thrust, unloading his seed into you while painting your inner walls white.

He kisses you all over your back, with one hand coming around to fondle your breast as you pant. He whispers in your ear, “Good girl, you took it all in for me.”

While you two try to catch a breath, he pulls out, with the mixture of both of your essences dripping out of you, and you whimper, feeling incomplete, so he cups the back of your head, kisses you, and whispers, “Oh, but we're not done yet, partner,” while smacking your ass again. “Get dressed and let's finish this at home together.”

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Another reason why i see some people speculate that Gojo might come back alive is because Gege has been throwing alot of RCT hints and stuff and sorcerer reincarnation but honestly I'm not too sure. Seems too good to be true or ideal. What di you think?

I've answered a similar question before, (see: prev answer) but I don't think reminding us of the limits of RCT-- especially since its been a while since it was last mentioned in the Hakari v Kashimo fight-- is a bad idea going into two major fights full of people that can use RCT pretty much perfectly.

I also think that it's a textbook example of a red herring. Gojo dies with his brain intact, Gege talks about destroying the brain so RCT can't be used, everyone jumps on the connection and assumes that its about Gojo instead of anyone else that can use RCT.

As for the reincarnation bit, correct me if I'm wrong, but since Gojo's death, it's only been mentioned in connection to Sukuna and the other reincarnated sorcerers. Which is not only something that has always been talked about when it comes to them, but also something that had to be planned for. None of them died without preparing beforehand and spontaneously reincarnated under their own power. Sukuna turned himself into 20 different cursed objects (the fingers) before he died, and the other reincarnated sorcerers had to be turned into cursed objects by Kenjaku using binding vows.

Could Gojo have done something similar during the month that we didn't see? Possibly, but how did he learn how to do so, and what part of himself did he use? Likewise, who would he reincarnate into? Keep in mind that Yuuji (and possibly Hana) is the exception to the rule, so whoever he chose would end up how Megumi is now, a passanger in their own body with no autonomy until either you seperate their souls again (we don't even know if that's possible) or until they both die.

(My honest and personal opinion on the matter --unrelated to meta or analysis -- is that the fandom in general has an issue with trying to make everything about Gojo, but that's not anything new, given that a few weeks ago a good amount of people were saying he was the MC of the story instead of Yuuji.)

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the one that got away || toge inumaki x reader, yuta okkotsu x reader

warnings: angst-ish, hurt w/ little comfort, mentions of break up, closure, unsaid feelings, unrequited love.

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: this is my submission for @midnightwonderland-writer “50 ways to say goodbye” collab! also, I’m sorry toge, I still love you. thank you to my beta-reader @islascafe

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“I don’t think I can wait for you.”

“Please just stay.”

Toge stood there as you packed your final bag from your once shared bedroom. His mouth gaped open waiting for some sort of apology to be rendered. He waited for words, even sounds- just something to mask the sound of his falling tears that fell over the cursed marks on his cheeks. His tongue was dry, like he’d been speaking in commands but nothing had been said. You zipped the duffle bag and looked at him with an expression he thought he’d remember forever. Your once full of life eyes were now bloodshot and your face just as wet as his own. Nothing he could’ve said would have made you stay; He was asking you to wait for him for a year, maybe two while he went away overseas on a mission and to train, hone in his skill. But you had already made up your mind, you were always a little stubborn like that. Just another thing about you that he fell in love with. He loved you from the moment he set his eyes on you. The way your eyes crinkled in the corners when you laughed, the way you scrunched up your nose when you didn’t like something, and how your expression always softened when you looked at him.

The two of you used to sit on the rooftop watching the sky turn from hues of gold and rose to deep purples and blues that dipped and intertwined themselves into the star dusted night. And you sat there, with a curious look on your face, your lips curving up into a smile as you basked in the moonlight as if you were its favorite. Your breaths floating in tandem with the breeze as you turned your face to his, leaning in so delicately to brush your lips against his. Your voice was soft, just above a whisper when the tip of your tongue brushed against your bottom lip.

“Kiss me, Toge.”

He always did. There was something about kissing you that grounded him, made him feel whole and wanted. He ran his fingertips along your cheek before cupping it in his palm, pulling you into his lap and your bodies curved into one another. The night smelled like fresh fallen rain though nothing was damp and you always said it reminded you of home. Everything about you was his home- the way your hand fit so gently into his, the way your head always found solace on his shoulder, and the mumbled tones of your breathing that would lull him to sleep at night. You were his one, and he loved you with his whole heart.

But here you were, speaking in choked sobs, packing your things away. You were leaving him because you couldn’t wait for him to get back, and couldn't be without him for almost two years. He understood but it hurt like hell. To watch you toss clothing, pictures, shared memories away in your bag, and his home. When he watched you bite your lip with a trembling sigh and say goodbye as you closed the door behind you, he fell to his knees. He wanted to stop you, tell you everything would be okay like it always had been but he couldn’t lie to you.

A month later, he packed his own bag and headed overseas with only a picture of you and the faint memory of your voice that lodged itself deep into his heart.

———————

There was something different in the air today as you walked down the sidewalk, with your boyfriend Yuta, at your side. The way the breeze shifted along the tips of the trees and the sun sang in hues of yellow. You finally had a whole day to spend together- no missions, no curses, no Gojo calling him up to complain about something or other. Just the two of you, existing in this spanse of time.

A close-by town held a large farmers market on the weekends. Vendors of all kinds gathered to sell their home grown, homemade goods to anyone who would stop. Farmers set up stalls and carts of their prized produce, beekeepers had tables of raw honey, some having different flavor additions. Family-owned businesses set up their baked goods and crocheted items. A group of eldery women showcased their skills in paintings, carved vases, or woven blankets. There was always something interesting to look at, and Yuta would stand at the pieces nodding, like he understood the emotions attempting to be conveyed. You knew, though, it was just a picture of a cat in a banana hat.

“If we ever get a cat, it should have one of those too.” He looked at you as he gestured towards the flopping yellow.

“So the cat should be named Apple then? Or perhaps Peanut Butter?”

“P.B. for short, of course.”

You smiled at his innocence. These times you'd spent together somehow felt familiar to something of your past, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on the tip of the memory.

“I’m going to that produce stand, look at the size of those tomatoes!” Yuta called out to you as you stopped at a jewelry tent close by. You nodded at him and blew a kiss, which he caught and shoved into his pocket with a wink.

You stared at a dark blue beaded necklace that had a dangling pendant of a crescent moon. It twirled and sputtered reflected rays against the table. The image of a rooftop kiss and a silenced promise come to mind. In the midst of your youth, you were in love with a boy who spoke in pinky promise kisses, light gestures and soft touches. Inumaki Toge, feels like a distant memory now and you sigh. The breakup hurt, and you never got closure. You wonder what he’s doing now and as you look at the crowd your heart jumps, just a little, to a pair of soft spoken violet eyes walking towards you.

“Inumaki?”

Toge’s heart clenches at the use of his last name. Do you not feel familiar with him anymore?

He swallows hard at the sight of you, as beautiful as the day he met you, all those years ago. He lifts a hand in a half wave as he strides towards you. He zips his jacket down, revealing his face as he stops, just inches away. His breath is warm and smells of chamomile and summer, just as you faintly remembered. He goes to speak but his words are caught in his throat and he chokes on unsaid excuses.

“When did you get back?” You voice stutters, emotions threatening to be seen.

“A few days ago… Y/n I--”

Silence.

“That’s good- um…” You’re not sure what to say, your stomach is flipping and your palms feel sweaty. Until you hear Yuta’s sweet voice.

“Sweetheart, look at this eggplant! It’s-” He stops when he sees you standing there with Toge. “- It can wait. I’ll be over here…” His voice trails back off and you take a deep breath, calming yourself internally, everything is as it should be.

Toge tilts his chin upwards towards the raven-haired man that went back to marveling at the size of the produce at the farmers market stand. You turned your head briefly at him, a smile erupting on your face at his innocence. The warm spring breeze wafts in your direction, ruffling the tips of your hair as you tuck the loose strands behind your ear and turn back to face Toge.

“Yeah, him. It was unexpected but I’m happy, Toge. It’s different, you know? Feels different than what we had but in a good way.” Your somber voice spoke as you looked into his soft violet eyes.

There was something about them today that pained your heart, the way he looked at you, right now, was something you’ve never experienced from him. Hurt, maybe? Sadness? No, what he held in those eyes was a secret, but you understood; broken-hearted. You’d felt that way from the day you packed your bags to months after he had left. It took some time to collect yourself, to drown out the bruise of longing and loneliness. That part of your heart is tender and the memory of the two of you started to recede from being “real” to a mere image of a cardboard cut out. But sometimes the sparse, slippery thought of him comes in clear definitions and other times vaporizes all together.

He nods and offers you a simplistic smile. He tells you how nice it is to see you and to hear your voice in person. He doesn’t tell you that the time he spent overseas he listened to a voicemail you left him over and over at night until he fell asleep. The way your breath sinks out of the speaker and your giggle as you softly speak the words he longed to hear, I love you, Toge. That wasn’t a possibility anymore- you had someone new and he knew Yuta was good for you. Yuta and him were close but it seems the conversation of you was skimmed over the top under vague promises to always tell eachother everything.

He took your hand and placed a delicate kiss to the top, taking in the way your breath hitched and body still slightly relaxed under his touch. He left a folded up, slightly crumpled piece of paper in your hand, telling you to read it once he’s gone and to be alone when you do. It’s his heart that it holds; he gives it to you though you’ve always had it. Holding on to it in gentle fingertips, cradling it as it melted into something you couldn’t hold anymore. It wasn’t something you needed anymore but he still insisted you hold onto it. You were always the best caretaker of broken things. He dropped your hand and turned to leave, shoving his fists into his pockets as he became just a memory once again.

Yuta walks back over to you, slipping a hand into the small of your back. You flinch slightly before relaxing, feeling his cool, calloused fingers on your skin.

“You loved him a lot, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did. He’ll always have a small corner of my heart, like the same way Rika does of yours.”

He nods at your declaration and takes your free hand. You shove the paper into the pocket of your jeans, making a mental note to read it later after Yuta has gone to sleep. The two of you walk back to the produce stand, picking up the biggest melons you both can find and holding them to your chest, arguing over whose are bigger. You laugh, wholeheartedly, even as you get asked to leave. You get ice cream and the day fades away.

In the midst of the night, when the moonlight filters through your window and creates dusted pleats along the covers over Yuta’s soft snoring body, you pull the crumbled piece of paper out to read:

“Hi, my dearest Y/n,-”

Your eyes so desperately want to skim to the end but you stop. Forcing yourself to read it, line by line.

“I’ve been thinking about how to put my thoughts into words for a long time. I’ve been meaning to write this and send it to you but I’m not sure where you moved to and I can’t bring myself to call you in case you changed your number. The time that I’ve been gone has gone by fast, but slow too. I’ve thought about you since I left, though I’m sure you don’t want to hear that if you’ve found someone new. You know, I tried. There was a pretty girl here I met, nice and understood me to an extent. She always smelled like bubble gum but I still prefer your spiced vanilla. And that’s just the thing- she wasn’t you. I think it’s going to take a while for me to refind the pieces of my heart. They’re scattered in places we used to go, every memory of you, of us, is a piece. I just don’t have the willpower to go looking yet.

I like it right now. Holding on to these precious moments. And I know it's selfish of me. Just like taking this mission. I’ll be honest in saying I don’t regret it, in any way. It was an opportunity I felt I couldn’t pass up. A learning experience when I could better myself, you know? Instead of sitting and feeling helpless and frustrated, like I was for all the years before you, I could do something about it. Better myself, and you’d always supported me. I thought.

But it meant leaving you, which I hated.

I dislike good-byes. And I really hated ours. I hated that I couldn’t say anything to you; Anything to comfort you or make this whole feeling of being alone go away. But I didn’t. I just watched. But if the break-up made things easier for you, even eventually, then I wouldn’t have changed it. If I could have split myself in half and left a part with you, I would have done so. I didn’t want to be without you either. But you were strong-willed, more so than I. So I guess I knew, even though it tore me apart, that you’d be okay. You’re the bravest person I know. Always have been.

And I’m sorry. You deserve all the happiness that life is able to dish out for a single being.

You’ll always be my first love. And I hope we’ll be able to find each other in our next life (if that exists, right?) and it’s just great as this one has been. I am eternally grateful for having shared a little slice of this life with you. I hope we get to share more next time. I hope you keep this note or burn it, whichever you prefer.

Remember that no matter what, there's a special place in my heart that's yours forever. It’s been there since the day we met. Never forget how much I love you. How much I care about you. How much I think about you. You’ll always be with me, and I hope I am with you.

Longingly yours,

Toge.”

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