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sukunas-wife · 4 months

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HI OML I LIVE UR WORKS THEY MAKE ME BAWL MY EYES OUT AH 😭

can you please do sukuna reader and yuji going in the caffe and yuji trying hot chocolate for the first time ?

i literally live you so much <3

🥹 ILL DO IT DO IT FOR BABY YUJI

“What the hell, why?” Sukuna eyed you suspicious of your question.

“Ryomen Sukuna-” covering your toddlers ears you gave his dad a look. “You walk around shirtless with four arms and two faces at 8 foot whatever everyday, I’m just asking you to down size and lose the second pair of arms for maybe 2 hours.”

Sukuna grumbled crossing his arms over his chest taking his son when he reached out for his dad “Shame I’m the only one who walks around shirtless in this house.” Holding Yuji on one arm the ruffled his boys hair, “What do you say brat? Do we go do whatever your mom wants or do we rip our shirts off?”

“Shirts!” Yuji screamed immediately trying to rip his shirt to copy his already shirtless dad. “That’s my boy!” Sukuna cheered him on when he managed to tear the hem slightly, “We don’t wanna go, two against one remember that parable or something you read a cord of 2 or whatever.” Sukuna turned away from your cold glare propping Yuji on his shoulder “It’s not like we really belong in public anyways.”

You huffed, looking down, sniffling, the tears burning your eyes as they start to roll and you took a shaky breath “Ryo please, I just wanted to spend some time with you and Yuji at the cafe where I first saw you. Yuji hasn’t seen the city and I just wanted one maybe two hours of your time but you won’t even do that..” your shoulders shaking as you tried to not cry, Yuji who was piggy backing on his dad’s broad shoulders pulled his hair “You made mommy cry!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes sighing heavily, “crying won’t solve your problems y/n, I said no.” Yuji pouted tugging he dad hair as if they were reigns to a horse, “daddyyy” he whined and leaned over his dads head to look at him.

Sukuna huffed before trying to gently flip his brat onto the bed “Stop you’re not helping.” Yuji giggled before running over to you, wedging his body between your knees to hug your waist, “It’s okay mommy we can still go, daddy doesn’t have too.” You sniffled rubbing Yuji’s back, “My sweet little Yuji.” Your teary eyes broke Sukuna when he finally looked at you, “FINE. Im killing anyone who gets in my way.” You smiled standing up and taking Yuji’s hand, “Good we’ll be waiting at the entrance.” You placed a quick kiss on Sukuna’s cheek and he just looked at you in disbelief, “You turned my own blood on me with your fanciful tears, disgusting.” He side eyed you as you closed the room door not hearing or seeing him smirk “What a woman.”

He stood there before calling for Uraume to come get his robes ready, he’d be needing smaller attire for the day.

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It didn’t take long for Sukuna to alter his appearance. He stood in a simple wide armed white Robe with a printed belt and plain scarf. On his shoulders was a giggling Yuji who kept reaching up to the passing branches his chubby hands smacking Sakura branches making them shake and fall. On the occasion step Sukuna would purposely shake him to make him hold tighter and scream. You’d smile watching until you got to the city, “let’s hurry! It’s just before lunch.” You hugged Sukuna’s arm, looking up at him with that damn smile, he caved “Hold on brat.”Yuji immediately gripped tightly to his dad’s hair as Sukuna hoisted you up, “I’ll make this quick.”

It felt like a breeze to before you refocused and Sukuna was already putting you down keeping Yuji on his shoulders. “Down.” Yuji bounced on his dad’s shoulders. “No, if I put you down you’re just going to run around.” You smiled at Sukuna placing a hand on his arm, “Sit down with him Ryo I’ll do everything else.” Sukuna looked at you with his usual resting face that looked like a frown, Yuji unknowingly matting his dad’s hair while he played with it. Sukuna caved leaving your side to sit in a corner booth away from everyone, he crossed his arms over his chest after he put Yuji down to sit next to him. Yuji smacked his hands on the table “daddy!” “Hm.” Looking down at his son “That’s man’s talking to mommy!” He stood up in the bench one chubby hand smacked on the table the other chubby finger pointing at a man talking to you, “That’s the cashier brat.” “…. oh…. WHAT ABOUT HIM!” He pointed to man who was now talking to you, you had a forced smile and almost a sympathetic look, “Go bite him.”

There went Yuji throwing himself under the table running to fight his dad’s battles, “for daddy!” Was all you heard before you watched the man in front of you yelp and shake his leg, looking down you saw Yuji clinging to the man’s pant, jaw locked on his thigh almost growling. “Yuji.” You forced back your smile coughing to cover a laugh. “Baby let go.” He side eyed you when you grabbed his sides and he let go, standing up you held Yuji’s hand, “Like I said this is my son and that’s my husband.” The man turned to find Sukuna staring at hin with more than an intimidating look, “forgive me.” The man bowed his left and quickly moved off, you smiled down at Yuji ruffling his messy hair, “My little knight in shining armor hm?” He puffed out his chest smiling “yeah!”

After you grabbed your tray with drinks and let Yuji carry the paper bag of sweets you ordered, you made your way to the booth where Sukuna was staring aimlessly out the window. Watching as Yuji slid into your side of the booth you set the drinks down, “Black coffee with 6 packs of sugar,” you turned to Yuji smiling pulling him into your lap “I got you some special, the waitress has to bring it okay?” He nodded “okay!” He still hadn’t let go of the paper bag Sukuna had been silently eyes as he drank his Coffee, “hand em over.”

You sighed smiling watching your husband try to pry the paper bag from Yuji’s hands, Yuji who slipped off your lap holding the bag to his chest and turning away, “no!”

“Here are your drinks! Two hot chocolates one kids with extra whipped cream.” The waitress quickly left after seeing how your husband was playing tug o war with Yuji who was standing on the booth seat. “Listen brat-” Yuji let the bag go mouth and eyes opening wide as he saw the pile of cream on the short cup, “What’s that?” Bringing his tiny fists to cover his mouth you could see the sparkle in his eyes, “I want you to try it.” He sat himself in your lap reaching for cup that you slowly put in his chubby hands. He spread his fingers over the cup “it’s hot.” “It is, so be careful.” You guided the cup supporting it from below when he tried of drink from it. The first thing to happen was mushing his face into the whipped cream that made you laugh and Sukuna scoffed with a slight smile. Pulling the cup away, “Let’s try to clear some of that up,” you took a spoon scooping out a dent in the whipped cream to see the hot chocolate, bringing to spoon to Yuji he opened his mouth wide. You watched as he closed his mouth and his eyes widened and he clapped his hands “Is good! Daddy! Try!” You both looked at Sukuna, the smile on his face unfaltering as he rested his face against his propped up hand, “You try it first brat.”

Yuji nodded looking determined “I will!” Taking the cup in both hands, your hand guiding the cup, you saw how he stuck his tongue out to test both chocolate first before starting to drink. You looked at Sukuna who looked equally as shocked when your son started to take bigger brinks. When he put the half empty cup down he let out a loud “Aahhh dalichous.” (Delicious) Your smile couldn’t be held back as your peppered the side of his face you could reach with kisses “Look at my little man,” you placed a kiss on his cheek, “so grown you have a little mustache.” He giggled at your kisses shaking in your hold. “Try it daddy…” Yuji wiggled out of your lap just to run to Sukuna, trying to climb into his lap. Sukuna who wanted to resist couldn’t when Yuji looked at him with those big pleading eyes and pulling and on his sleeve, something he definitely learned from you. Sukuna rolling his eyes let Yuji into his lap grumbling about how he better not get comfortable. You watched as Sukuna opened his mouth, his free hand guiding Yuji’s so he could drink from the cup. Yuji’s closed eye smile making Sukuna waver, “it’s… good.” You and Sukuna both watched as Yuji never shifted off his dads lap, holding his cup with two chubby hands drinking and eating pecan cookies until his tummy with round and he fell asleep leaning back against his dads chest. Watching as Ryo held Yuji against his chest, you couldn’t help but awe.

The rest of your visit with your husband was filled with Yuji’s soft snoring, as you both talked quietly about how much things had changed, Sukuna suggesting another child, preferably another boy. You rolled your eyes and would’ve swatted him if Yuji wouldn’t have been cradled against him. Soon enough you all got up ready to go. The quiet snores because Sukuna had fixed Yuji to let his chest on his, and his head tucked between his neck and shoulder. “You’ll stay warm like this.”

Your walk home was peaceful, Yuji was sleeping, drooling on his daddy without a care in the world and you were hugging Sukuna from his side. His free arm moving to hug your waist and keep you warm and with him, he looked down at you, that mischievous smirk, “So, about that second son-“ he was hit with falling snow that had you laughing so hard you had to stop the breath, “We’ll see.”

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Ty everyone and for my tag list! My Brains been everywhere but i try!

Sorry it’s so long! I need some background lol

@cyder-puff @domainofmarie @satorisgirl @sad-darksoul the other 2 wouldn’t let me tag!

I’m sorry 🤍 but tyty for everything

#sukuna ryomen #daddy sukuna #jjk anime #ryomen sukuna #sukuna thirst #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x wife reader #yuji and mom reader #yuji x mom reader #son yuji #son Yuji iadori #sukunas wife #sukunas wife speaks

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toruutoru · 2 months

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✦𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺✦

𝑭𝑻: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Megumi, Yuji, Toji, Sukuna

𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑼 𝑮𝑶𝑱𝑶~

• Would annoy you 24/7

• Loves to make you mad and tease you for it

• Mostly cooks food

• Who takes most of the blanket when sleeping together

• Would apologise and do anything you want after an argument

• Likes to cover your eyes with his blindfold whenever you two were doing it

• The best at aftercare

• Likes to make you beg

• Sometimes he will shower with you because he'd like to check you out

𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰~

• Loves to pamper you in the mornings

• Act of service

• Secretly obsessed with your cuddles and would do anything to get to cuddle you

• Would praise you while doing it.

• Punish you when you act like a brat

• Secretly likes being babied

• Likes it when you ask him how you look

• Would take you on a date after an argument

• Would make out with you when he gets turned on

𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑰 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰~

• Would apologise and cry over and over after an argument

• Would take you on a swimming date just to check you out

• Wakes up late

• Would take you on random dates

• Isn't going to leave not until you give him a kiss

• A big baby

• Loves to get spoiled

• Likes to get matching clothes and items together

• Is gentle in bed

• Sometimes a bottom

• Would pretend to be upset just so you could baby him

• Loves to play with your hair

• Always giving you a goodnight kiss

𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼~

• Words of affirmation

• Grumpy in the mornings

• Would let you tie and braid his hair

• Jealous type

• Would kiss you infront of everyone to show you that your his

• Loves to eat you in bed

• Would talk you through it

• Sometimes sassy

• Somtimes likes to fix arguments in the bedroom

𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑰 𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶~

• Secretly likes being teased

• Doesn't do PDA

• Would give you a one hour lecture if you did something stupid

• Doesn't admit that he's clingy

• Would take his anger out on you in bed

• Loves to say sweet nothings to you while you sleep so you wouldn't see how cheesy he was

• Has a soft spot for you only

• Rough in bed

• Would punish you and give no mercy in bed when you do something wrong or be bratty

• After an argument he would apologise and give you your favorite dessert

𝑻𝑶𝑱𝑰 𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶~

• Uses condoms

• An animal in bed

• Mostly would be shirtless when you two live together

• Loves to degrade you when doing it

• Would kiss you aggressively to shut your mouth

𝑹𝒀𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨~

• Is the cold type towards you but secretly has a soft spot for you

• Would insult you everytime you do something stupid

• Would slap you if you were acting up

• Likes to edge you

• Wouldn't apologise after an argument but would do something to make you happy like giving you cuddles while you were asleep

• Grumpy in the morning

• Would kill a guy if he flirted with you

• Degrades you while doing it

• Loves it when your being obedient

• Hates it when you talk shit about yourself

• Would give you compliments in an aggressive way

#jjk x reader #nanami kento #sukuna #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #geto x reader #toji fushiguro #sukuna x reader #jjk

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domain-expand-me · 2 months

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I've been going bonkers over Megumi x DILF!Reader because I know that boy has some serious daddy issues, having the reader being completely oblivious and doing things that definitely get the boy hot and nervous is MY SHIT.

I would love to see you expand on your writing about DILF/MILF reader with Megumi a bit more

Imagine

Megumi Fushiguro with a DILF!reader

Aged up characters, reader is in theirs 40s, cuz when i say dilf i mean it.

Imagine being the stereotypical dilf. Body broad and covered in a layer of fat, laying on top of strong muscles that comes from many years of physical labor. After moving into the house near the sorcerer campus, maybe after you got divorced, you somehow end up attracting the different sorcerers in the area.

But most of all, Megumi sticks around the most. You don’t truly notice at first, too busy digging around under the hood of whatever junker car you spend your time on, or banging around in your garage or shed like the most stereotypical dilf. But you start seeing him more and more, and at some point, you just start telling him to hand you different tools or help you out with your yard.

The first time you pat him on the back and praise him for helping, he goes bright red and immediately feels how hard he gets. Being oblivious and just thinking hes sticking around to be nice, you just ruffle his hair and move on, unaware of the way Megumi feels like his knees were about to buckle.

The other members from the campus notice pretty quickly where Megumi runs off to each day. Well, maybe not Yuji, but the others figure it out quicker than Megumi wants. Him returning with oil stains and wearing one of your ancient band t-shirts doesn’t help his case though.

Imagine Megumi realizing he has a huge daddy kink because of you. You jokingly say something like “who’s your daddy” after doing some kind of difficult task, and Megumi almost drops the toolbox he’s holding, blood rushing to both his heads, and he has to use the toolbox to cover the throbbing bulge in his pants.

Imagine Megumi coming to you for “dating advice”, since he wouldn’t be able to find it in himself to just make a move on you. Instead, he gets your dating history, and all the moves you pulled to get your ex. When he learns you are also into men, he almost has a heart attack. Maybe you’ve been drinking, having also offered Megumi some, since who are you to stop, and as you a slightly tipsy, you end up describing the best way to go down on someone in bed, and how to make a partner stay just from rocking their world on the regular.

Megumi ends up laying in bed later that night, teary eyed and huffing the shirt you let him borrow that day, his other hand tugging at his aching hard shaft, his entire body shaking and jolting from overstimulation as he made himself come over and over just thinking about you.

Imagine Megumi buying his first personal toy because of you. One day when you are laying by your pool, a pool you built yourself with Megumi’s help, naked as you assume you are alone, and you are too old to feel ashamed of your body. He gets a nice view of your cock, and even though its soft, he stumbles over his feet to hurry back to campus to take care of his very aching problem.

He spends a couple of lust fueled hours finding the perfect shape and size, getting a toy that has your skin tone. The next morning what one might call late post-orgasm clarity hits him. But when Megumi gets the package, he still squirrels it away, ashamed to use it. That is, until you just wind the poor boy up too much, walking around shirtless and sweaty, baseball cap on your head and shorts from your college days.

Imagine Megumi fingers deep in himself as he tries his damnest to suck down the entire length of the toy, tears gathering in his eyes as his gag reflex struggles against the silicone being forced down his throat.

Imagine Megumi clutching the sweaty shirt you had been wearing that day to his nose as he bounces on the toy, his own hard cock bouncing with his movements as he whines and whimpers, licking and sucking at the shirt that tastes and smells just like your sweaty manly musk.

Imagine how lightheaded he gets when he comes, having to choke down the noises he makes so as to not let everyone on campus know what he’s doing. Afterwards Megumi flops down on the bed, his entire frame shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm as he pants into the sheets. His shaft gives another twitch when he takes another inhale of your shirt, the spikey haired sorcerer pushing himself up again, sinking down on the toy once more even as his insides throb from sensitivity.

Megumi would be too nervous and flushed around you to make a move on his own, at least when you are sober. But if you happen to be a little more than tipsy one day, sitting on your couch, trying to find something worth to watch on the tv, he might find the bravery and balls to crawl into your lap. If you ask about it the next day, he can just act like it was something your mind made up, right? So for now, he could indulge himself, grinding against you like a pup in heat, panting into your neck as your strong large hands grope at his hips and ass, your deep voice rumbling praise in his ear.

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nanaslutt · 2 months

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Itafushi’s pov of this fic!!

ʚ note: this can be read separately, reader gets with Megumi’s dad in the fic above but not before plotting to leave Megumi alone with his long-time crush Itadori!! This is what went on with them while reader got with Megumi's dad ^.^

ʚ cont: college au, dorks in love, mutual pining, misunderstanding, tooth-rotting fluff, 1 kiss, Megumi is bad at having emotions, getting together

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Megumi kept his eyes on the door watching you walk out of the room until it clicked shut, leaving him alone in the dark with his long-time crush Yuji Itadori. Sighing as quietly as he could, he pressed his lips together and looked back to the screen, pretending to watch the confusing and quite frankly, awful movie. "I'm sure she'll be back soon," Itadori said, trying to cheer Fushiguro up.

Megumi looked at him confused, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm not worried about it." He retorted, his eyes staying on Itadori's. "Oh! You just looked a little sad she left." Itadori explained while Megumi looked away to take a sip of his soda. "I get it! If my crush left in the middle of a movie I'd be pretty antsy too." Itadori giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

The pink-haired boy was not expecting the reaction that occurred instead. Megumi shot up from the headboard, leaning over his knees as he coughed and sputtered, choking on his soda. Itadori's smile faded in an instant, a look of worry plastered over his features as he placed his hand on the other boy's back, patting and rubbing it to help him out. "Woah, you okay??" Itadori exclaimed, reaching for his water bottle to hold out to Fushiguro.

Megumi couched into his arm, his other hand pushing against Itadori's hand that tried to hand him the water bottle as he peeked up at him from behind his arm. "You think... I like her?" Megumi asked, his sentence getting interrupted by small coughs as he looked at Itadori incredulously. Itadori kept his hand on Megumi's back, his expression twisting to a more confused one as he retracted his hand that held the water bottle.

"Don't you?" Itadori questioned, finally removing his hand from Megumi's back. The dark-haired boy couldn't help but miss the warm touch of his hand already. Megumi shook his head in response, "What made you think that?" His tone was a little harsher than he meant it to be, but he was antsy to clear this confusion as quickly as he could. Especially because the one he liked was sitting in front of him, with the mindset that Megumi already had eyes for someone else.

"Well, it's just... you guys are together all the time. I mean she practically spends the night here every other day, doesn't she?" Yuji asked, both boys forgetting completely about the movie as they talked to one another, the voices of the actors droning in the backround. Megumi placed his head in his hands, the tips of his ears growing red before he dragged his hands from his face, looking up at Itadori.

"Yeah, but it's not like that. I think she spends the night here to see my dad getting water shirtless in the middle of the night anyways." Megumi groaned, one corner of his mouth turning down in a smile. Megumi wasn't expecting to hear the sweetest laughter he'd ever heard trickle into his ears. His eyes which had wandered to the blanket in front of him now made their way back to Itadori's cheerful and bright face as he giggled, his sharp teeth glowing under the light of the TV.

"Ah... that's good then," Itadori said, his words making Megumi look at him from the corner of his eyes, an almost unnoticeable blush spreading across his cheeks. "Good?" Megumi questioned, silently cursing himself for even asking. "Yeah, good," Itadori replied, not explaining any further, and Fushiguro wasn't going to press him. His face felt even hotter than before as he cleared his throat, running a hand through his soft hair as he leaned back and tried to relax against the headboard again.

Just when Megumi thought they had gotten into watching the movie again; Megumi pretended to care about the plot, when really he was hyperfocusing on how loud the sound of his heartbeat was in his ears. "If I'm gonna be honest..." Itadori started, keeping his voice low, "I really like her..." Megumi felt his heart sink to his stomach, he wanted to throw up, he wanted to cry, and his face felt hot, would it be okay to excuse himself to the bathroom right now or would that be too obvious? Should he just hold his breath until he passed out instead? Should he-

"But I'm really glad she left." Megumi couldn't help but turn his head to look at Itadori, who was already looking at him. Itadori had an unreadable expression on his face, one Megumi was fighting to decipher. He contemplated whether or not to respond, but opted to stay silent and just gaze at the pink-haired boy softly, waiting for him to speak again if he would.

"It's uh... nice to spend time alone with you," Itadori said, a nervous smile spreading across his face as he everted his eyes, rubbing the back of his head shyly. Megumi's eyes grew wide, a shiver running down his spine at his words. He wondered if his face was as red as it looked. Quickly, he placed the back of his hand in front of his face and looked away, his eyes trying to focus on the TV as he cleared his throat.

Yuuji's voice shocked him out of his thoughts again when he said, "Sorry, was that weird to say?" Insecurity laced in his voice, almost unrecognizable, but Fushiguro was observant. "No," Megumi said, turning his head even further away from the pink-haired boy as he stared at his door, feeling a set of eyes on the back of his neck. "I uh, like spending time with you too... alone." He replied, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Never in his life has he ever said such embarrassing words. Megumi felt his heart pound in his throat when he felt a dip in the bed sheets next to him. Turning his head back to the other boy, he noticed the popcorn bowl was now resting by the other's feet, and a large hand was in its place, his fingers slowly moving against the sheets like inchworms. Megumi swallowed all the saliva in his dry mouth before he looked back up to Itadori, whose face now matched the color of his hair.

The two of them looked into each other's eyes were nervous expressions on their faces, their eyes darting back and forth from one eye to the other. Itadori's eyes took in the beautiful dark lashes that rested above Megumi's dark eyes before he traced the strong slope of Megumi's nose, his cupid bow, his lips- "Fushi-" "Soda." Megumi cut him off, looking around at the walls behind the pink-haired boy. "I uh, I'm out of soda. Would you mind getting us a refill? Please?" Fushiguro asked, sitting his body back against the headboard, his body going rigid in fear and nervousness as he stared at the TV, trying to forget the little staredown they just had.

Itadori looked at him with a blank face before he burst out into giggles. Megumi pouted when he felt his hair get ruffled and messed up by a large, warm hand in his hair, lingering maybe a moment too long before Itadori scooted off the bed, taking their soda cans with them. "Drinks in the fridge?" He asked, smiling to himself as he made his way to the door. Megumi made a small sound of acknowledgment as he held his breath, waiting for the other boy to leave to room so he could fucking breathe, the air felt suffocating around him.

When he heard the familiar click of his bedroom door closing, he let out a sigh of relief, his arms falling limply against the bed as he breathed heavily, a furious blush on his cheeks. He picked up his hands only to place them on his face, feeling how hot he was. "Be fucking cool, relax." He whispered to himself, fixing his hair before he got up from the bed walked over to the window, and cracked it open, allowing the cool air to calm his hot cheeks.

Iradori was faring no better, he practically floated down the stairs in bliss as he replayed the last few seconds over and over in his head. He wanted to be closer to Fushiguro, but he knew how shy the other boy could get sometimes. Itadori laughed to himself replaying Megumi's reaction from moments ago. He only meant to kiss his eyelids, his lashes were just so pretty, he couldn't help himself, but as he analyzed his actions once more he could see how Megumi thought he was going to kiss him for real, he did just get done toggling his lips before he called his name after all.

Amid his daydream, Itadori tripped over his feet and crashed to the floor, the empty cans getting crushed by his chest as his knees got rugburned. "Ahhhh, shit." He groaned, pushing himself off the carpet and grabbing the cans. He was so glad Fushiguro didn't see that, he would've died out of embarrassment. Walking around the corner and into the kitchen he remembered earlier from the mini house tour he got, he was surprised to see you sitting on the couch with Megumi's dad, and he was... shirtless?

After exchanging a few words with you, Toji stayed silent the whole time, looking away from him for most of it, he walked back up the stairs with two new, cold sodas in hand, wondering what on earth you were doing with him. Itadori knocked on Fushiguro's bedroom before he walked in, not wanting to walk in on the other boy pacing, trying to calm himself down. He was met with a rustling sound, sounding like Megumi almost doubled over in surprise before he was given the go-ahead to come in.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Itadori said, smiling at Fushiguro as he walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. "You didn't scare me," Fushiguro replied, reaching out for the Soda when Itadori hadned it to him. His blushing cheeks and averted gaze said otherwise. The movie had been paused now, only the air rustling through the leaves could be heard as Itadori cracked open his drink, sitting crisscrossed against the sheets and facing Megumi.

"Feels good in here," Itadori said, watching Fushiguro start to relax as he sipped on his cola. "Yeah." He replied, not looking at the other boy. Right before Megumi was about to suggest turning on the movie again after they fell into a silence, Itadori spoke up. "Oh yeah, when I was grabbing out drinks I saw your bestie hangin' out with your dad," Itadori said, pursing his lips teasingly. Now Megumi was looking at him.

"Please don't say anything else I don't want to know." Megumi pleaded a look of sickness on his face. Itadori laughed, placing his hand on Megmi's knee and caressing it as he tried to calm him down. "It's okay they were just talking." He assured, before adding, "But your dad was shirtless..." Itadori retracted his hand and stroked his chin in thought. Megumi groaned as his head fell into his hands, trying to erase the words from his head that the other boy just said.

"Sorry," Itadori said apologetically, suppressing his smile. Megumi kept his head in his hands while Itadori rubbed his knee, his eyes raking over Megumi's form. "I uh, I wasn't going to kiss you." He suddenly said, his voice quieter than before. The atmosphere changed again, Megumi's body going ridged along with it. "Well, I was, but not- not on your lips," Itadori said, correcting himself. Megumi peeked at Itadori through his fingers, their eyes finding each other.

"You have really pretty eyelashes." Itadori blurted out, his face already fully pink again. He could see Megumi's eyebrows pinch together in his hands. His reaction made him feel more self-aware as he retracted his hand from the other leg and waved it out in front of him. "Sorry, that probably sounded weird. It's not just your eyelashes, well- you're pretty! Oh.. maybe you don't wanna be called pretty, I mean, you're handsome too! Everything about you, you're just-" "Stop."

Megumi's voice barely came out as a whisper, his face now buried fully into his hands again. "I- I get it. You can stop." He repeated. Itadori would've thought he was offended if not for the bright red tips of his ears, and the crimson color of his cheeks peeking out from under his hands. "Sorry," Itadori said, smiling softly. "God..." Megumi groaned before freeing his face from the confines of his hands and running one through his hair, averting his eyes.

"Why are you saying all that," Megumi mumbled, his voice quiet and insecure. Itadori stared at the boy who spoke to the door but directed his words at him, a little jealous at the lack of attention. "Look at me first," Itadori said, his voice chipper like it always was, not so serious and bashful and totally unrecognizable to Megumi. It's not like he hated it, not at all, but there was only so much room for embarrassment in one small space, Megumi felt selfish for hogging it all but he couldn't take it.

Megumi took a deep breath before turning his head around, staring at Itadori with a pout. "Can I do something?" He asked, that familiar smile still on his face. "Nothing scary." He reassured, waiting for his answer. Megumi could guess what he was going to do from his earlier babbling. He nodded with a pout, averting his eyes from the pink-haired boys in front of him ever so often. Leaning forward, Yuuji placed his hands on the bed next to Megumi, opting not to touch his knee again, being careful not to overwhelm him.

Megumi looked away, his eyes squeezing shut as Itadori got closer to him, his cologne filling his nostrils. Soon after, he was met with a warm, comforting touch of Itadori's lips against his eyelid, soft, gentle, and strangely familiar. His lips lingered for a moment before he pulled back and the touch was gone. When Megumi peeled his eyes open again, Itadori was staring at him with a smile, his face ever redder than Megumi's own.

Megumi had been so consumed in his own embarrassment and nervousness that he had accidentally neglected how Itadori was feeling. Megumi noticed that the other boy's hands were shaking, even though his face looked completely normal. "Relax," Fushiguro said, his voice going back to normal as he pouted before laying back down against his pillow, lower on the bed this time, getting more comfortable. He needed to give Itadori some room to freak out a little bit too.

"I... I didn't hate it so... relax." Megumi continued, his own body vibrating with nervousness. Itadori's smile grew as he lay down next to him, staring at the same ceiling as Megumi. Both of them stayed silent for a long while, just their bodies proximity keeping them warm as the cold air tickled their skin, their breathing becoming one.

Itadori looked under his bottom lashes at his hand, which was dangerously close to Megumi's. He inched his pinky out towards the slender, pale hand. It looked so soft under the dim, blue glow of the moonlight. Itadori held his breath when he felt his hot skin touch Megumi's, an audible gulp could be heard from the boy next to him. Megumi poked his own pinky out, touching it with Itadori's, trying to show him he wanted this too, he wasn't just putting up with it.

Itadori smiled as he fully intertwined his fingers on top of Megumi's, the dark-haired boy's fingers curling under his. Their hands fit together like puzzle pieces. "I feel like I'm gonna pass out right now," Itadori said, making Megumi shake his head in disbelief, a sigh leaving his lips. He squeezed his hand tighter against Itadori's letting him know he was there for him. "I've never done this before... liked anyone like this," Itadori started, turning his head against the pillow to look at the side of Megumi's face. His side profile was so perfect.

Megumi turned his head and looked at the other boy, his eyes tracing down his chiseled, sweet face. "Me neither," Fushiguro replied, his eyes never once leaving Itadori's as he soon found comfort in them. "We don't have to say anything yet," Megumi added, realizing they hadn't even confessed to one another, even though it was obvious.

Itadori nodded back softly, licking his extremely dry lips. "Yeah, I like this." Itadori replied, "Your hand is soft." He complimented, making the corner of Megumi's mouth curl upwards as he got lost in the other's eyes. He swallowed before he nodded, both of their heads turning back to look at the ceiling. "Fushiguro," Itadori said after a while, making Megumi hum quietly.

"You heard that right?" He asked, referring to the loud yelp that sounded strangely like a moan and sounded sorta kinda like it came from inside the house, from downstairs to be exact. "Please just turn the movie back on." Megumi deadpanned, feeling a headache start to come on. "Yeah, yup, on it." Itadori shot up quickly, keeping his hand intertwined as he found the remote and unpaused the movie, even cranking up the volume a bit to drown out the sounds of you getting fucked by Megumi's dad.

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lowkeyremi · 4 months

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Compatible choso x fem!reader

remi's note: thank u guys again for 1k AHHHHHHH idk where i'd be without your support!! you guys chose choso so here's the 1k special fic!! i am obsessed with the "best friend's older brother trope" yuji is the best friend :3

content: fluff, meeting, yuji doesn't get a break, etc.

Being one of Yuji's closest friends you've seen his "roommate" as you like to call him, every once in awhile. He would always leave his room to grab something to eat or such whenever you were hanging out with your pink haired friend.

Today you finally had the courage to ask who he was. You and Yuji are sitting very close on his couch, practically cuddling, while watching Inuyasha on Netflix when you suddenly ask, "Hey Yuji, who's that black haired guy who lives with you?"

He doesn't turn his attention away from the tv but instead answers you with, "you know how I told you I have a brother?"

He notices you nodding in his peripheral vision. "Yeah, well that's my older half brother Choso."

"Oh.. I thought he was like your roommate or something." Yuji chuckles, "haha.. technically yeah. I'm crashing with him until I get a place of my own. He doesn't mind though."

This whole time you thought this was Yuji's place, but it does make sense. Yuji's been job-hopping lately. He hasn't had a stable career in seven months.

And speak of the devil, Choso came out of his room without a shirt on, he passes by the two of you on his way to the kitchen then he stops, "Sesshomaru is the best character."

The two brothers argued about this for twenty minutes. Apparently it's a hot take in their house hold. "Inuyasha is obviously better than his older brother!" Yuji yells for the 9th time.

"Sesshomaru is cooler, and has a better understanding of the world. Like me. You only like Inuyasha because you're a younger brother." What he's saying actually does make some sense.

"Yuji, I have to agree with your brother. On top of Sesshomaru being smarter he's also hotter." Yuji looks betrayed in a playful way.

"What?? Oh come on! Not you too. Might as well go hang out with my brother, you traitor." Yuji isn't serious about the offer but Choso makes the offer real.

"I mean, if you're not opposed to it we can hang out? I don't mind joining you two." He's standing closer to the couch now with a mug of tea in his hand.

His shirtless body does something to you, because your mouth hangs open trying to form a response but you close it again not knowing what to say.

"We're good thanks! Go on back to your cave, Batman!" Yuji rolls his eyes trying to get his brother to leave.

"I was asking her, dumbass. Not you." He says getting close enough to kick Yuji and the younger retaliates by trying to block it.

"Um sure, you can hang out with us." You mumble and Yuji whines in defeat.

"Seriously?! I'm your friend not him!!" To your ears it sound like the pink haired boy is jealous.

"Scoot over Yuji. I'll sit in the middle." Choso says with a smirk on his face.

"Nuh-uh! I'm sitting next to [name] you don't even know her like that!!"

That was the first time you'd hung out with Choso Kamo.

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That was about four months ago, as of current, you're sitting on Choso's bed waiting for him to grab the snacks you two bought a few hours ago.

When he returns you show him a tiktok that reminds you of him, "Cho, you look like this cat!" Upon seeing the cat he chuckles a little bit, "I do not."

Yuji's started working a night job so you usually hang out with Choso until he gets off of work.

"Thanks for the snacks. I love these ones." He nods politely at you and joins you on his bed. The first time the two of you hung out in his room you were very nervous and sat on his floor as to not invade his privacy. He thought it was so cute how you were acting and invited you up on his bed.

You told him it was a mistake on his behalf because now you make yourself comfortable in his bed any time you come over.

"Do you wanna finish that show we were watching?" You turn to him and catch him staring at you. He quickly turns away and fakes a cough. You've been wondering if your accusations were true.

Yuji tells you that all his brother wants to talk about now is you. Yuji suspects his brother has a crush on you, but when he confronted him the gloomy looking male denied it. Yuji doesn't know that you like Choso.

"Yeah sure, do you wanna, like, cuddle? Platonically, though." You wonder if he's making it clear for you that he doesn't like you or he's just trying to keep you from becoming uncomfortable.

"What if I wanted to cuddle romantically??" You ask with a sudden sprout of bravery.

"Um.. I'd be okay with that, heh." He says shyly, you noticed how his face slightly turned red.

"I like hanging out with you, Cho." You crawl into his lap and he wraps his arms around you. He places his head in the crook of your neck and breathes in deeply.

"I lik- no I love hanging out with you too, [name]."

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nisuna · 4 months

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vmpiires · 4 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄”

: ̗̀➛ FLUFF CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.42K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; taking a break from smut. finna make sum cute for the ones that need it

“choso!” you threw your arm around choso. the 5’11 male would groan tiredly. you and him were pretty close friends…even closer now that the two of you lived together. you were his ball of sunshine when he just wanted to curl up in a pit of darkness. his tired eyes made their way up to yours and he’d smile a little.

you and him were…something. your relationship wasn’t made official or anything you but it definitely felt like it was. the two of you shared hugs that lasted longer than it should’ve. you were always doing something thoughtful for him like buying him new clothes or even food…to which choso couldn’t help but throw on his awkward crooked smile.

though, choso was a pretty serious guy, you couldn’t help but laugh when he was being dead serious with you. the way he said certain things made you giggle even though there wasn’t anything to laugh at in particular.

he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make him smile.

“hey…” choso cleared his throat. “what’re you doing up?”

“um..choso, it’s four in the afternoon.” you correct him in your soft and bubbly voice, your face never changing from your excited smile. if you smiled any longer, you were sure that your cheeks would start to hurt.

“huh?” choso glanced up at the clock on the wall in the kitchen that was pretty visible from the living room. his pupils retracted and his eyes widened, shocked about the time. he sighed and slumped back against the cushions of the couch.

“why didn’t you tell me? i was supposed to hang out with itadori today…” he sighed again, now rubbing his eyes. “i’m probably the worst brother ever.”

“you aren’t the worst, cho,” you smile at the curse, trying to reassure him. “you can still hang out with him. he knows how tired you can be.”

“yes, but i promised him i wouldn’t fall asleep and forget about him.” choso continued his moping, covering himself with his robe out of embarrassment…then it was quiet.

he went to sleep again.

you wondered why and how choso could just fall asleep so easily in the middle of conversations like that. his logic was also a bit confusing. he was so worried about yuji’s feelings but now he’s asleep as if he hadn’t been freaking out over it.

later that day, you were in your room playing roblox horror game on your playstation with yuji on the phone while choso was in the shower. you were waiting for him to get out so you can shower. you had to make sure you got that out of the way before you went to bed.

as you played your game, you remembered how dark the room was. you enjoyed being immersed in these games. turning up your volume as loud as possible. closing your door. turning off all the lights and even closing your curtains. you lived for the thrill of being scared.

you heard a click and a screech as your door opened, making you let out a loud gasp, saving yourself from tearing your vocal cords from screaming so much.

choso was standing in your doorway, shirtless and his hair down. completely different from the twintails he usually wore…or his hair tied back, leaving his bangs to hang around in his face.

“you can go in now…” his low adverb voice spoke. “and why’re you screaming so much? is it that game?”

“oh, yeah, sorry.” you chuckled, finally calming your nerves. you were about to say something else until you heard yuji talking again. “oh…yeah, he’s right here. he was talking about you earlier.”

choso raised his eyebrows. you noticed he was doing that thing with his face…that nervous but excited smile. that was the most you seen him smile all day besides earlier today. he would quickly take your phone and put it up to his ear.

“uh…what do i say?” he asked. you just shrug, gesturing him to just say whatever was on his mind. he’d take your advice and walk out of your room, excitedly talking to yuji, starting with an apology.

you just smile at choso’s excitement and patiently wait until he returned with your phone.

that night, you had suddenly woken up after you fell asleep. your tv was off and your blankets were sliding off the bed. you seemed to be sleeping peacefully until you felt someone tapping you. you’d jolt awake and look up to see choso.

“your phone died,” he said, gently placing it beside you. he must’ve had your phone for a while or he just didn’t know when to come and wake you up. you were half asleep and you just nod, not really hearing much of what he said even though he didn’t say much.

“thanks, cho,” you say sleepily before lying down again. soon enough, you felt one side of your bed weigh down. choso was lying down next to you now.

“can i sleep in here with you?” he suddenly asked. “i don’t really wanna sleep by myself.”

that was a first. choso never asked to sleep in the same bed as you. you were too tired to question the curse’s actions and you agree to let him stay with you.

your eyes drift closed again, making yourself comfortable on the bed. soon enough, you felt a pair of arms snake around you.

“i gotta tell you something…um..don’t hate me.” choso began. “i mean, i doubt that you will but just in case.”

choso obviously seemed like a nervous wreck talking to you so closely to your ear. as you fight to keep your eyes open and listen to what choso had to say, you avert your eyes to look at him.

“why would i hate you?” you ask. choso’s cheeks visibly flushed a red color and he’d sigh, struggling to find the correct words to you so the conversation can go on smoothly.

“i…” you hear him pause. “i didn’t mean to fall in love with you like i did. you’re just so beautiful…and sweet. i don’t really know what i’d do without you here with me.”

you lay there processing what he had just said to you. a love confession? you couldn’t even fathom the words coming from your roommate’s lips.

“you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, i understand. i just wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my—” choso stopped again as if he were trying to remember something. a word. “do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

a tired smile stretched across your lips, “did you learn that from yuji or did you learn it yourself?”

“when i was talking to yuji on your phone…i asked him what it meant to have a crush on someone…and what it meant to be in a relationship. i mentioned to him that i felt like i’d die around you—that’s a good thing, i promise.” choso explained. “he tells me that it’s fine and that i should tell you how i feel.”

“well…yes, choso. i’ll be your girlfriend.” you say, your drowsiness still evident in your tone. choso released his grip from your body and sat up quickly.

“seriously?” he raised his eyebrows. he seemed unsure if he should’ve been excited. “um..this is good, right? yuji isn’t messing with me, right?”

you just laughed at him. something about his reactions were the cutest thing you could experience. it was like watching a cat play with a new toy.

“yes, seriously.”

“i have to tell yuji,” choso grabbed your phone and attempted to turn it on but it wasn’t working. it was still dead and you didn’t even bother to wake up and put it on the charger.

“tomorrow, cho. tell him tomorrow.”

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒

“yuji,” choso whispered into the phone. you were still asleep in your room while choso had sat in the living room, trying to charge your phone. it took him a second to understand the concept of how long it can take to charge but he was patient until your phone reached a sufficient number so he could use it to make a call.

“i did it. i told her.”

“oh, you did? that’s awesome!” if your phone was any louder, you’d be able to hear yuji cheering over the phone for his big brother since the audio was on speaker. “well, now all you gotta do is be a cool boyfriend and a cool big brother.”

“i think i can do that,” choso smiled.

#𝐾𝑂𝑇𝐴 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑆 書く #choso kamo #anime #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen #choso x black!reader #jjk choso #choso x reader #jjk fluff #choso fluff #choso x female reader #choso x you #roommates #gojo x black reader #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk x you

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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wee hours.

pairing: fushiguro toji x fem!reader | wc: 4k.

summary: things took an unexpected turn when you ran into your friend's father in the kitchen of his house in the wee hours of the morning.

warnings: no curses!au, single dad!toji, pwp, profanity, mentions of alcohol use, big age gap, fingering, oral (f/m), deepthroating, hair pulling, slight degradation, choking, breath play, manhandle, kitchen sex, unprotected sex.

Having to be the designated driver for the night sounded better than it actually is. You never thought your friends would drink so much that you had to drive everyone home and help them safely to their rooms because they could barely stand up by themselves.

You had already taken Yuji and Nobara to their respective homes, the last one was Megumi who at this point seemed to be on the verge of fainting.

If Itadori had been a little more sober, his help would have been great, but now it was just you with your arm around your friend’s waist to help him up the stairs without making too much noise, you weren’t sure if his father was home—although it was obvious that he was because it was almost two o’clock in the morning—, but the last thing you wanted was him to see his son in this state.

“Megumi, please help me a little.” You whispered as your friend fell to his knees only a few steps away from reaching the second floor.

“Wa-wanna sleep.” He mumbled trying to lean back against the stairs, god have mercy.

“You can sleep when we get to your fuckin’ room, c’mon.”

Somehow, you managed to get your friend to stand up by pulling him by his shirt so you could lead him to his room. Although when you were finally in front of the door, Megumi had the grandiose idea of stumbling and hitting his head on the wood with a loud thud.

From now on, you decided you hate babysitting drunks.

Praying under your breath that his father hadn’t heard that, you opened the door to make way for the poor Megumi. He wasn’t a good drinker, but tonight he was apparently having too much fun not to go crazy, and now this is the result.

You watched him stagger as he took off his shirt and then lay down on the bed muttering to himself who knows what. Well, at least he was home and in his bed, although for sure when he woke up he was going to have a hell of a hangover, but other than that, he was safe.

You sighed before closing the door behind you and heading downstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your job here was done.

“Good morning.”

What the fuck? You almost screamed at the same time you jumped from the shock you got when you heard a male voice out of nowhere.

With one hand on your chest feeling the rapid beating of your heart, you turned quickly looking for the source of the voice, and what a surprise you got when in the kitchen was Toji Fushiguro, Megumi’s father, leaning with his forearms on the kitchen island, shirtless.

“Oh my god.” You muttered under your breath feeling a little relieved that it wasn’t a ghost or a serial killer, but still, you didn’t know if it was a good thing that you had run into Toji.

He wasn’t a stranger to you, and your friendship with his son wasn’t either, you used to come to Megumi’s house from time to time to do projects or hang out, so you had already had the pleasure of meeting him or even having small conversations. What made the moment awkward now, is that you were in the wee hours of the morning at his house, his son was upstairs passed out drunk, you were wearing the opposite of a decent dress and he wasn’t wearing a shirt which forced you to look down at the floor because you’d be lying if you didn’t find your friend’s dad incredibly hot.

From the first moment you met him, that day Megumi invited you to his house to finish a project together, you have been repressing those sinful thoughts that popped up in your head about his dad. You didn’t know if it was just that your look was too obvious that day, or this was a speech Megumi already had prepared for his hormonal friends visiting his home, but you vividly remembered how he told you words like: ‘I know my dad might get your attention, I’m not someone who likes to meddle in other people’s business, but… you know… it would make me uncomfortable if my friends tried to flirt with him or something’. And you also vividly remembered how you had told him that he didn’t have to worry, that older men were not your type. And in fact, they weren’t— but Toji seemed to be the exception.

Back to the current situation, you hoped Toji had just woken up and hadn’t witnessed the moment you took his son upstairs. You didn’t want Megumi to get in trouble or even his father to think you were some kind of bad influence on him for bringing him home in such a condition.

You heard him chuckle under his breath before he turned on the spotlights above the kitchen bar, illuminating the place a little more and letting you better appreciate his figure.

“Did I scare you?” Toji asked playfully and you looked up just to witness the moment when he drank a glass of water with his eyes fixed on you.

“Umm, a little.” You responded awkwardly, trying to avoid looking at him inappropriately, but those abs were not helping.

He let out a snicker before speaking again, “Sorry, sweetheart.” Although it wasn’t the first time he called you that, his affectionate nickname made your heart race. You noticed how his eyes swept over you from head to toe, perhaps judging your outfit and wondering how young girls these days could go out wearing something like that. Or maybe thinking it’s cute and it looks good on you. Who knows, you’re overthinking at this point.

He took another sip from his glass before placing it on the bar. “Are you drunk?”

“No, I barely had one beer. I’m the designated driver.” You answered his question and jiggled your car keys as a way of confirming your words.

“That’s good, I wasn’t gonna let you drive if you were.” He winked at you with a smirk on his handsome face. “Don’t you want a glass of water or something before you leave?”

Your mother told you that in other people’s homes it was rude to refuse a glass of water, so you decided to listen to her out of politeness and not because you wanted to prolong this moment with a man twenty years older than you, “Water is fine, thank you.”

You slowly approached the kitchen island where you sat on one of the stools while he poured the glass, you took advantage of the moment he turned around to admire his back, you also noticed that he wore nothing but black sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Perhaps the only beer you drank was spiked, because the thoughts running through your head were not acceptable. But how could you overlook how attractive the man is? You just couldn’t.

“I also want to thank you and apologize.” Toji said as he placed the glass on the countertop.

“Why?” You asked taking the glass to take a short sip, somewhat awkward since Toji had his eyes fixed on you.

“Thank you for bringing Megumi home, and apologize on his behalf for the trouble he gave you— taking care of drunks is a pain in the ass, don’t you think?”

Shit. “No, actually he wasn’t that drunk, he just—” Toji’s laughter cut you off in the middle of your attempted justification.

“Don’t even try, sweetheart. I saw him crash right into his door.” Well, at least he didn’t look angry, “He also forgot to block me from his Instagram stories.” Stupid Megumi. You knew perfectly well that in more than one of those stories you were probably dancing and singing along with your friends.

You put a hand to your face, embarrassed, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything bad, right?” He shrugged, “And don’t worry about my son, I’m glad he’s finally having some college fun. I’m also pleased to know that he has a pretty friend who cares about him.”

Did he just call me pretty?

Toji leaned his forearms on the counter again, right in front of you, the movement made his muscles flex and some veins stand out. He was so close that with a simple movement of your hands you could touch him— but no, Y/N behave yourself.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t the best you could answer, but it was the only thing you could think of; you were so nervous that you started playing with the keys in your hands as a distraction from your impure thoughts.

Toji seemed to notice this, because he asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You widened your eyes immediately and shook your head, “No! It’s just…” Wait, what are you supposed to say? ‘It’s just that you make me horny?’ Of course not.

“It’s just what?” Toji didn’t seem angry, but rather intrigued with a hint of amusement, you could tell by the smirk that appeared on his scarred lips. Your heart rate intensified when he brought one of his hands up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Do I make you nervous by any chance?”

Toji Fushiguro was flirting with you? You wanted to think you were seeing things where there are none, how could it be possible that your friend’s father saw you as a woman? Are you crazy? You tried not to get your hopes up, but when his thumb began to caress your cheek, you knew that maybe your suspicions weren’t so foolish and that you had an opportunity that you were not going to miss.

“A little.”

“Why?” He licked his lips as his big hand cupped your face and squeezed your cheeks a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“You know why.” Your answer sounded more provocative than you thought, and it seemed to be enough for him because he brought his face closer to yours to the point that your noses were touching.

“You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” You answered with a small no before his thumb stopped pressing on your cheek to slowly move to caress your lower lip, by reflex, you opened your mouth slightly. “Good girl.” His finger made its way between your lips and you instinctively sucked on it without taking your gaze from his, which let you appreciate how his eyes darkened with pure lust.

When his digit left your mouth it was only to press his lips to yours, unleashing what would be the hungriest kiss you had ever had in your life.

You crawled over the countertop to intensify the kiss some more, moaning when you felt his tongue against yours; you had thought about it, but now you were proving that Toji was an incredible kisser.

It seemed like a dream, right now you were sitting on your heels on top of the marble fulfilling one of your greatest fantasies, touching his body— your hands roamed from his shoulders to his pecs and abs, then down to the edge of his sweats and you felt him tense up when you decided to go a little lower to feel his erection in your hand.

Meanwhile, he had one of his hands squeezing one of your breasts and the other caressing your thighs, you could feel your walls clench around nothing from the growing arousal you were experiencing.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled against your lips, “So pretty and so fuckin’ hot, I bet you’ve been wantin’ this, huh?” You nodded as quickly as the words reached your ears and he pulled your hair back to look at your face. “I know, me too, doll— let’s just be quiet, okay?”

Two pats on your thigh were the indication for you to sit properly in front of him before resuming the messy kiss you both shared, all while he pulled down the straps of your dress with desperation, freeing your breasts to then do the same with your panties and dropping the fabric to the floor.

You didn’t expect it when he grabbed you from behind your knees and spread your legs apart to look at your glistening pussy. Your confidence got a boost when you noticed the lustful way he was admiring such an intimate part of your body, so you let him get a better view by leaning your body back, supporting yourself on your forearms.

“You’re gorgeous.” You didn’t know if he meant it to you completely or just to your sex, either way, you didn’t care, especially when he buried his head in the middle of your legs— wow. No doubt he was someone with a lot of experience, he had no problem finding your clit and concentrating his tongue there, making slow movements that made you arch your back. “You’re drenched down here, sweetheart.”

“That’s because of you.” You responded trying to control your gasps, but his tongue felt so good— and the sensations only increased when he slowly slipped two of his fingers into your tiny entrance.

“I know, doll. You’re such a slut for me, huh?” He stopped licking and stood upright, still moving his fingers inside you. “Always looking at me with those pretty eyes of yours, provoking me.”

Toji curved his fingers touching your sweet spot, eliciting a moan from you that you tried to stifle, still aware that you needed to be quiet, but he was making your task impossible.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while.” He admitted. You began to feel your orgasm close, with each brush of his fingers and then his thumb stimulating your clit, he was bringing you to the edge. “Gonna cum?”

“Fuck, yes.” He bent down again to suck your clit, this being the last push you needed to cum completely in his mouth. Your legs trembled and had he not been holding one with his free hand you would have crushed his head when you felt such an explosion of pleasure. It had been a long time since you had had an intense orgasm and you couldn’t believe it was your friend’s father who had brought it on.

“You taste amazing, sweetheart.” You heard him say as you tried to control your breathing, god, you were so turned on that all you needed was to have him inside you at once.

You sat up straight, watching as he withdrew his coated fingers from you and took them into his mouth, his eyes connected to yours making the scene feel more lecherous than it already was. “Toji, please fuck me.”

Your plea brought a smile to his face, you thought he was finally going to pull his cock out and shove it inside you, but he had other plans in mind, “Let me see my cock in your mouth first, okay?”

And in the blink of an eye, you were stepping off the counter to get down on your knees in front of him, facing the big bulge in his sweats. He didn’t wait any longer to pull down his garment just enough to free his painfully erect member. It was certainly proportional to his body and that was why you almost backed out, how was that supposed to fit in your mouth?

“Show me what your pretty mouth can do and I’ll fuck you.” You started by wrapping one hand around his shaft to stroke it up and down, you tried to suppress your smile when you heard him moan softly, that you were the one to bring out those reactions from Toji only motivated you to bring his swollen tip into your mouth to make slow circles with your tongue. “Mmm, stop teasing.”

Toji grabbed a fistful of your hair pulling it slightly to keep it out of the way when you finally got more of his length into your cavity. You began to move your head until you found your pace, combining the movements of your tongue along with those of your hand that was in charge of stimulating what didn’t fit in your mouth.

Tears began to appear at the corners of your eyes the deeper you took him, you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat and you did your best to avoid the gag reflex.

He seemed to like it, because a high moan came out of his mouth as his grip on your hair intensified, “Fuck, you’re surprisingly good at sucking dick.”

You gasped as Toji began to move his hips, mercilessly fucking your mouth, you had no choice but to loosen your jaw and take what he was giving you. His other hand went to the back of your neck to make you take it as deep as possible, causing your nose to bump into his pubic hair and more saliva to come out of your mouth, you looked up to hear him groan at the sound of your choking, finding him with his head thrown back and some veins in his neck standing out.

“Shit. I’m close.” You were ready to receive his load after his little announcement, but Toji left your mouth abruptly. You took a deep breath trying to recover as he pulled your hair back to make you lift your head and licked his lips at the sight of your destroyed face. “C’mere.”

He helped you to your feet and without any gentleness pushed you against the kitchen island with your back to him, his hands went to the hem of your dress to pull it up high enough to expose your ass.

A sigh escaped your lips as you felt his muscular torso against your back and his heavy breathing in your ear tickling you, his hands went to your breasts to squeeze and pinch your nipples as he pleased, the painful but pleasurable action made you close your eyes as you moaned his name under your breath.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He whispered against your ear before moving down to your neck to leave wet kisses, “I’ve always wondered how you’d feel.” One of his hands left your chest and then you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance, you automatically leaned forward a little and lifted your ass to give him better access. “I bet you’re tight.”

“Why don’t you find out?” After your teasing question, you felt Toji slide his cock over your labia, lubricating himself a little more before he began to slowly push it in, stretching your walls with every inch. “Oh god.” It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.

“Shit. That’s… Fuck, I was right.” He mumbled when his balls finally collided with your buttocks. “How does it feel, sweetheart?”

“T-too big.” That was all you managed to say, eliciting a chuckle from Toji.

“But you can take it, right?” His words came accompanied by the sudden movement of his dick coming out of you only to go back in much harder, pounding deeper this time. “Huh?”

“I can.”

That was enough for him to start ramming you with increasing speed, the sound of your skins clashing echoed through the kitchen and in the back of your mind you hoped it wasn’t enough to wake Megumi. How would he react if he found you in this compromising situation with his father? What would you do? What would Toji do? You hoped you’d never find the answer to these questions.

One of Toji’s hands went around your neck, applying just enough pressure to cut off some of the airflow but not enough to completely suffocate you; the other went to the middle of your legs to find your clit and began to stimulate it with his digits. These actions only made your desperate attempt to keep quiet more impossible.

At this rate your lip was going to start bleeding from how hard you were biting it. It was too much, the feeling of being so full plus the climax that was beginning to approach.

“T-Toji, I’m—” You tried to announce that you were close, but his grip on your neck tightened, cutting off your words and your breathing some more, also making you look up so he could appreciate the moment when you were cumming on his cock.

Perhaps in an attempt to quiet your moans, his lips returned to yours in a sloppy kiss as his cock continued to move in and out of your overstimulated pussy a little slower to let you savor your orgasm.

“So fucking gorgeous when you cum.” Toji said with a mischievous smile after breaking the kiss and patted your cheek twice as if he was proud of you.

For a moment you felt calm, just for a moment, because Toji wasn’t done yet— you gasped in surprise as he grabbed your thigh and lifted your leg in the blink of an eye to start thrusting deeper into your poor cunt, resuming his previous rhythm that had you rocking back and forth. His other hand covered your mouth to stifle the uncontrollable moans coming from your mouth; you were mentally grateful for this because you didn’t think you could hold the sounds any longer.

“Shit. Keep squeezin’ like that.” His voice sounded above the wet sounds and the crash of his pelvis against your ass. “If my son, fuck, if he wasn’t upstairs I’d be fucking you stupid until you scream,” His thrusts gained speed as his grip on your thigh tightened to the point where you could feel his nails digging in. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Scream my fuckin’ name till everyone knows who’s makin’ you feel good.”

You nodded stupidly, too cock-drunk to think clearly, you even felt tears begin to leak from your eyes from the immense pleasure he was bringing to your body. Once again, it was too much.

You heard him mumble that he was about to cum against your ear at the same time his grip on your leg disappeared, dropping it over the counter and pushing your body forward until your naked breasts touched the cold marble. His hand didn’t leave your mouth, insisting on keeping you as quiet as possible while he pursued his climax. The new position was somewhat uncomfortable, but you didn’t bother to complain or change it as Toji kept pounding you hard.

A few more thrusts were the last thing you felt before Toji suddenly pulled out of you to jerk his cock and spill his ropes of cum all over your ass while muttering countless profanities.

You lay on the counter like a rag doll as you tried to catch your breath. You couldn’t move immediately or even think clearly after such an intense experience. But you knew that the moment your sanity returned to your body, it would hit you like a bucket of cold water when you realized what you had just done. How were you going to look Megumi in the face after this?

“You alive?” He asked mockingly after who knows how long. You felt him wipe a tissue across your bottom, cleaning up his mess. “Don’t die here.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you tried to stand up with his help, immediately fixing your dress to cover yourself. You couldn’t make eye contact with him right now, the guilt and shame you were beginning to feel wouldn’t let you.

You were about to bend down to pick up your panties from the floor but he beat you to it, smiling mischievously before saying, “As a souvenir.”

You let him have his way with it, even though you would surely miss those panties since they were your favorite, it was worth leaving them to him. “I think I should be goin’ now.”

“Yeah.” He cupped your face in his hand to lift your chin and bring his lips to yours once more, this kiss being a little slower than the previous ones. “Let’s do this again sometime, okay?”

Toji walked you to the door and patted your butt telling you to drive carefully, but not before kissing you one more time; and you were about to walk out triumphantly with a teenage smile on your face, until you heard a third voice.

“Dad?”

You hoped Megumi was still too drunk to notice the way his father panicked breaking the kiss immediately and almost pushed you out of the house, slamming the door in your face.

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huboi · 30 days

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᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢

CHAPTER 3 : LITTLE HELPER

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╰┈➤ summary; sukuna has work to do in short notice, and so you come along to help look after his 10 year old son yuji, where you and the little boy will have the adventure of a lifetime

╰┈➤ includes; dad! sukuna, toddler! yuji, gn! reader, mentions of future dates between you and sukuna, plenty of cute moments with yuji, somewhat clueless reader

╰┈➤ a/n; I’m so sorry this has taken forever to make this, I’ve been stuck in a writers’ block and been struggling with mental health issues. I can promise you guys that I will continue this series but it may take some time between chapters! tysm for being so patient with me!

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“HUH?” SUKUNA DEADPANNED, acting as if you just grew two heads then and there. “what do ya’ mean you’d like to go on a date? haven’t we already had a couple?” sukuna grunted out, arms crossing against his beefy chest.

you simply shrugged in response “those weren’t dates silly, we were just hanging out,” you explained, petting yuji on his little head whilst he stood beside you, causing him to let out a cute, heartwarming giggle at the display of affection from his second favourite person.

sukuna simply huffed out a frustrated sigh, before walking to his room to change into something for work. “what is it you do for work anyway?”

“I’m a professional boxer, it pays well” he yelled back, whilst changing his shirt, you became flushed at the thought of sukuna in the boxing ring, shirtless, shorts hugging his nice thick-

“and his usual bedtime is 8:30, you got all that?” sukuna queried. ‘oh shit, I was too busy in horny land that I didn’t catch any of what he told me!’ you internally screamed to yourself, hoping that sukuna didn’t say much whilst you were daydreaming about his juicy, phat ass-

and he was out the house

you felt a little tap from the pink haired boy, who was giving you puppy dog eyes. you braced yourself for what he was gonna ask for, convincing yourself you won’t fall for his cheap tricks-

and here you were, back from the shop, a bag full of sweets and sugary shit

yuji eagerly opened up the bag, before spilling all the bags across the living room floor in front of the den you guys made from pillows and blankets

“your dad’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this…” you murmured to the chubby faced boy, before squishing his cheeks like a granny would with her grandchildren.

“don’t worry, I’m sure he won’t find out” yuji comforted, before opening a pack of sweets and stuffing a handful into his mouth

“hey! don’t choke now, eat one at a time little man” you chided, teasingly glaring at him as he simply cheekily grinned in response.

“you really are your dads’ son,” you muttered under your breath. you could easily picture yuji as an adult, simply sukuna but more cheerful and less…. intimidating, also minus the tattoos

“so, what movie you wanna watch?” you asked, sitting down on the make-shift den and grabbing the remote from the living room table. yuji placed his finger on his chin, scrunching his whole face in concentration

took him a good couple of minutes before he squealed out “kung fu panda!” whilst wiggling around in excitement at the idea of watching his favourite film for the nth time

by the time sukuna came back, yuji was fast asleep in the makeshift den, a puddle of drool evident on the pillow his head was on

“glad the brat is fast asleep. he didn’t give you any trouble now did he? if so I will-“ sukuna started, only to be interrupted by you interrupting with “no, no! he was perfect, we pretty much watched movies the whole time, he’s probably the most behaved kid I’ve ever babysat. I would gladly do this again, it was a pleasure honestly” you whispered, careful to not wake the sleeping toddler that was now being carried by sukuna

“you can leave now if you want to, I’m not gonna stop you” sukuna grunted out, gently placing yuji into his bed and tucking him in. yuji mumbling seemingly in protest of being put to bed

……

after that night, you and sukuna have been very close, pretty much hanging out everyday (with yuji of course), when you were at work at the barista, sukuna and yuji would be everyday customers, with sukuna giving you a huge tip every time

you could feel a string of tension between you and sukuna when you interacted with each other, specially when you guys were alone, you just didn’t know how to tell him how you felt

he had the same problem, he hasn’t been in a relationship ever since yujis’ mum left, so when his heart fluttered when he saw you, wether it be your smile, your laugh or even when you were tired, he felt his heart pound against his chest, you were just too cute

unknown to the both of you, one day a little yuji itadori would break the tension with a question that would fluster you two to no end…..

the characters of jujutsu kaisen don’t belong to me, I only own the writing

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yuquinzel · 2 years

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JJK BOYS AS THINGS I FIND HOT !

i. characters— gojo satoru, itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge.

ii. warnings— kinda suggestive ig??

iii. notes— writer's block fucking sucks lololsksjskskks. my friend helped out with most of these honestly.

GOJO:

lifts your chin up with one finger to make you face him. eyes you up and down but not in a judgemental way, more like a "i want you right now" way. holds your hands and guides them to his chest or shoulders when he's kissing you. walks around shirtless, bonus if he's wearing grey sweatpants. a playful tease. neck kisses with LOTS of inappropriate touching. really loves making you flustered. whispers in your ears with an arm around you. leans in to hear you better, followed by a low "hmm?" exhales really loudly when he's annoyed. shut up it's hot

YUJI:

unintentional kabedons. you'd be talking and he'd put his hand on the wall behind you totally oblivious. a respectful tease. if you go to give him a quick peck he'd pull you close before you can even step back and it turns into a full on makeout session right there. if he's looking for something, would come and pick you up, search for that thing, then put you down like its nothing, all with a dumbfounded expression. walks around wearing his sweatpants dangerously low. bites your earlobe out of nowhere??? thinks it cute.

MEGUMI:

would hold your hand to kiss your knuckles and maintain eye contact while doing so. deep smexy morning voice. runs his hand through his hair while one hand in pocket. manspreads. like you've seen that official art right? yeah. drives with one hand so his free hand can rest on your thighs. grabs your arm to pull you aside if you're in the way of something. says your name in the middle of a conversation. rolls up his sleeves if he's wearing a shirt. randomly kisses your shoulders. leans against the doorframe with the most unbothered expression.

YUTA:

holds your face with both hands when kissing you. loosens his tie instead of just removing it. listen, he has a thing for pinning you on the ground. proceeds to place a kiss on your collarbone. low and soft chuckles. don't underestimate his power of unintentional seduction. okay i shouldn't find this hot but he becomes dangerously calm when he's mad. never at you tho. if you're annoying him he just closes his eyes and sighs and that too is hot cus it's yuta. would hold your hands to keep you from hiding your face if he makes you blush.

INUMAKI:

you wouldn't expect it but i feel like he's someone who really enjoys teasing you with the most innocent and sweetest smile on his face. would pat your head after he's done teasing you like a mf. another one who loves to whisper sweet nothings in your ears. a really passionate kisser. has a habit a biting the skin of his lips. someone who loves marking you HEAR ME OUT he loves seeing your skin littered with hickeys he left. if you're talking then he'd suddenly hold your hand to make you pause. that or he'd just kiss you to make you shut up.

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sixeyescurseuser · 8 days

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Prince/Pirate

Thinking about Gojo who is a prince known for running away for weeks at a time. His current excursion was done purely out of spite because noble court advisor, Nanamin, claimed he wouldn’t be able to survive the pirate life.

So here Gojo is, living it up on the Black Dragon’s ship. He was actually exchanged as a prisoner from the initial crew he tried joining, but they ended up trading him for more resources.

Now, the Black Dragon’s captain scrutinizes him from head to toe with sharp, silent eyes.

At first glance, Captain Geto knows this pretty boy comes from money. And there’s no way in hell he’s built for this lifestyle.

“I’ll drop you off at the next seaport,” Geto says before Gojo can even get out a simple greeting. Gojo gasps, deeply offended.

Gojo removes the sheer blindfold that previously covered his eyes, exposing the azure blue that is easily recognized of that of Prince Gojo.

Captain Geto’s eyes widen a fraction before doubling down.

“Oh, we are definitely dropping you off at the next port.”

There’s no way Geto is risking his and his crew’s livelihood for a runaway prince!

Gojo frowns, and has the audacity to cross his arms in disapproval, like he’s the one in charge.

“Well, it’d certainly be shame if after you dropped me off, I went ahead to tell the royal guard that I had just escaped the evil clutches of the Black Dragon. Would be a damn shame if a bounty were to be placed on your head,” Gojo ponders out loud.

The captain’s gaze hardens, and Gojo knows he’s on the way to bargaining his way onto this crew. “While you decide on your answer, I’m going to go look for food around here.”

Gojo squawks when a rough hand grabs him by the collar, preventing him from walking away.

“I’ve already made up my mind. You’re allowed to stay as long as you obey my direct orders,” Geto bluntly says.

“Okay, but-“

Geto loudly clicks his tongue, cutting Gojo off.

“If that’s anything other than ‘Yes, Captain,’ I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

After that, Gojo sulks. He’s also forced to help the other cooks prepare the food and serve the crew first before being allowed to eat himself. A younger boy with pink-ish hair sits down next to him, offering a friendly smile.

“Don’t worry, sir, if he didn’t throw me overboard when I first joined, then he certainly won’t kick you off,” he says. Gojo hums, wishing he had honey he could add to sweeten up this godawful, bland porridge.

“Good to know…?”

“Itadori Yuji,” the boy introduces himself.

“Nice to meet you, Yuji-kun.”

***

Gojo on deck cleaning duty, but it’s very hot outside so he’s shirtless…all sweaty and pink where the sun kisses his skin.

Geto happens to walk by. Gojo is so focused on his work, but also yapping to the other crew members who are really invested in his story, that he doesn't notice Captain Geto stop in his tracks.

Shoko, Geto’s second-in-command, waves her hand in front of his face: “Hello? Captain? I have some updates on our future routes…Captain?”

Geto is too focused on the way powerful muscles flex back and forth. The prince is so freaking tall. And why is his waist so tiny?

Geto squints.

***

If there’s one thing Gojo didn’t need to be trained on when it comes to being a pirate, it’s speaking whatever is on his goddamn mind.

Gojo watching Geto retreat to the captain’s room to plan their next route, eyes trailing down to Geto’s ass.

Gojo: “I could take him.”

Crew member, Haibara: “In a fight? Hmm, questionable.”

Gojo: “Nah, not like that.”

Haibara: “Eh?”

On another occasion, Gojo mentions that he once ended a five-year relationship.

Crew member, Choso: “Holy shit, that’s tough, mate. Didn’t realize princes were even allowed to date.”

Geto: [🤨]

Gojo: “It’s okay, it wasn’t my relationship. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Who knew the most common nights husbands cheat on their wives would be a Thursday?”

Geto: [relieved sigh]

The story is, one of the times Gojo ran away, he made a name for himself as the “Six Eyes” where he was paid to follow spouses to investigate if they were committing adultery.

An example of Gojo’s note to a client: “Yes, he’s cheating. No, he couldn't make her cum. Their next meeting is Saturday at XXX bar. Do yourself a favor and dump him.”

The notes were also written in the most ELEGANT calligraphy.

***

Gojo learns that despite being young for a captain, Geto is very respected and relatively feared among the ocean. He’s charming when he needs to be, and always extremely careful.

Geto has made many friends around the world, but also a lot of enemies. The Black Dragon has been susceptible to many attacks, whether intercepted by the royal ships or other violent pirates.

The crew admires their captain unconditionally. He’s provided them with a place to belong, after all. While Geto embraces their individual fighting styles, he has also taught martial arts to those who didn’t know how to fight before joining.

Gojo also learns that, boy oh boy, does Captain Geto despise the aristocrats. It was no question that royals were included as well.

Geto’s way of life is a direct resistance against the excessive luxury the wealthy live in, while ignoring the needs of common folk. Involving smaller, innocent towns in the battles between the political strifes was another huge issue too.

Thus, Black Dragon is a pirate ship that picks targets based on status and wealth, and they also redistribute this wealth and communicate information between the smaller islands and ports.

***

They visit Geto’s hometown, which had been depleted of resources by nearby military forces during past wartime. Their economy was shot, but they were in the process of slowly rebuilding and recovering. The scenery was beautiful too.

While at one of the ports, some enemies catch sight of Geto and his crew. The enemies approach with calculated steps, definitely planning to cause trouble.

Gojo is obviously very out of his element, but he still doesn’t appreciate being told to wait on the ship while Geto and the crew settle things off.

Gojo "agrees," then proceeds to walk off and hide inside a random shop for five minutes before leaving to hide among the crowd so he can watch Captain Geto in action, dueling this other no-name pirate.

There Gojo is, extremely proud for egging the pirates on and cheering for HIS captain.

Geto’s crew spot Gojo and are like: “Aren’t you supposed to be on the ship?” 🤨🤨🤨

Gojo brings a finger up to his lips with a pleading expression.

Shoko: “At least put a hat on. If the Captain spots that white hair, he’ll definitely get distracted.”

She lends him a cloth to wrap around his head. Now, Gojo looks like a proper pirate!

The enemy eventually yields, and backs off after a rather aggressive threat from Captain Geto. Gojo doesn't have much time to drool over how sexy Geto looks because Gojo must BOOK it to the ship to save his ass.

A few minutes later, Geto returns, then points to the cloth wrapped around Gojo’s head: “Why are you wearing that?”

Gojo, yeeting the cloth off: “No reason!”

Gojo then notices the sheer amount of things Geto carries in his arms. When he asks whether Geto bought souvenirs, Geto tells Gojo to follow him.

They end up in the captain's room, where Geto shows Gojo his collection of trinkets which were gifts from the common people Geto visited during his travels.

Unlike the royal gifts that are typically bestowed, like expensive perfumes, jewelers, or pounds of gold, these trinkets were like handmade bracelets, a shiny coin dating centuries back, paintings from children, etc. They were all thank you gifts for visiting their islands and helping out one way or another.

Gojo is entirely taken aback.

“Holy shit, you've touched so many people's lives!” Gojo exclaims, bright blue eyes shining with wonder. “You're fucking amazing, you know that? It's an honor to be on your ship, Captain.”

Geto doesn't respond, merely has a sincere yet shy smile on his face.

At that moment, hearing those words come from Prince Gojo himself, Geto felt seen in a way that feels new and exciting and makes something warm flutter in his chest.

Oh no, abandon ship! Abandon ship! The voice inside his mind shouts.

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w/ @no-one-says-hi

#jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu fluff #satosugu fanfic #goge #prince gojo #pirate geto #cerdrabbles #gego #jjk fanfic #TBC

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If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Thanks if you want to answer....

I'll tell you, all my fics are special to me and most of the time, I find myself having fun writing them. Writing isn't just a hobby, but a way for me to release pent up feelings I have or express an idea that came to me.

To name a couple...

Beware of the Bunnies - It's the first fic I wrote for "if Miruko was Midoriya's mentor". It was fun writing that fic, especially when it's a fic for my two #1 faves. I honestly didn't expect the amount of attention I got for it!

Not Red, Black - I sometimes like branching out from writing warm-hearted, funny fics and this is one of those times. Another AU idea I had, but if Miruko and Midoriya were eldritch-like creatures and related. Unlike its prequel, this one stepped more in horror imagery and I think the direction the fic took.

Forbid a Woman from Being Great - Yes, another Miruko fic and one I actually wrote out of spite. When it comes to this fandom (as with any), is how double standard they can get. With Miruko, I have seem people hate her for being "too aggressive" or "too mean", but praise other characters for those same traits or even give excuses for their behavior. Or with fanservice, the same people who complain about it also thirst over the male characters getting bloody and shirtless. I don't hate characters like Dabi, Shigaraki or Hawks but I can't stomach how their fans act when it comes to Miruko or any other character really. It was actually a Hawks fan that irritated me enough to write this fic as well as get me out of the writing funk I was in.

An Absolute Menace - This is a fun little fic. It's part of a series of Class A and occasionally B partaking in antics. With this one, writing Koda as this troll was new, but fun.

Let's SK8 Over the Rainbow - This is actually a SK8 series that I wrote and it's still one of my favorites. It started off as a headcanon (Reki allowing Koyomi to paint his nails) and then spiraled into a collection of short stories themed around colors and I love colors so much. One of the fics, You're Lime Green Jell-O, I dove into expanding a character that only appeared once in SK8. Her name is Miki and she has green hair and I remember seeing her and going "You, you're getting some personality, a story, etc." Best decision ever. I just loved writing Miki and I think it was the first time I wrote a whole story for a character that only had two lines in canon.

Tu es le Moment Auquel J'appartiens - Another series I adore. I wanted to write some jealous Vanitas since I don't think I had seen a lot of Vanoé fics where he was the jealous one while Noé was more oblivious. Not at the time, I don't know about now since I haven't read a VNC fic in a long time. The title translates to "You are the moment I belong to" which is a line of lyrics from the anime's first ending song that I love so much.

It's the Pink Hair, Isn't It? - Do not get me wrong! I do love the AUs I see where Sukuna and Yuji are brothers, but the idea of this fic came from what if they were identical strangers and not related in the slightest. Even funnier, in the fic, Kenjaku and Suguru are siblings that look like twins, but Kenjaku is older. My favorite scenes probably have to be Kenjaku and Yuji interacting and Sukuna and Yuji meeting. I've also been cooking up a sequel so I can write more of Kenjaku and Suguru being siblings and Yuji's brothers and I do mean all nine older brothers. (I relate to Choso so much.)

Your Heartbeat Is My Comfort - Ever see a beautiful piece of fanart and you want to write a fic about it? That's what happened here. I saw this FushiIta art post here and it was like BAM! I had to write a fic. It was also another I didn't write something comedic, but more somber, bit of tragedy yet comfort in there.

Maybe Someday We'll Meet Again - I'm all for the Teacher Geto AU! However, this fic came from a what if scenario had Suguru and Yuji had met when they were younger and I always how Kenjaku was even aware of Suguru's technique. So I put both ideas together and thus this fic was born. It isn't dark, but little less comedic than others and I tried my hand at focusing on more of Yuji's strangeness and innocence here along with Suguru's character before he became a curse user.

You Are My Special - Again, another time I went for less comedy and fluff and tried with something else. I actually don't know how to categorize this one in terms of genre. SPECIALZ was stuck in my head for a long time and it got when I really started thinking about the lyrics and decided why not try writing something from Kenjaku's POV about Yuji? It may have took forever to write, but I'm glad I did. I actually wanted to write a companion piece of sorts but from Sukuna's POV about Yuji.

The Pink Sky and Cherry Blossoms - I actually just posted this fic and I'm glad I waited to answer this ask because of it. I was rereading the manga and came to Uro's fight with Ryu and Yuta and instantly fell in love with her character and thought about how would it have been like if Uro met my other favorite, Yuji? They have some similarities going on there and it was eye-opening writing those into this fic, especially with Uro's character. I wasn't around when that arc came out, so I didn't know how the fandom acted towards her, but for me, I just felt there's more to her than the surface. She's the Miruko of JJK to me as Yuji is the Izuku. Just as I would love for Miruko and Izuku to be a duo in a big sis-lil bro/mentor-mentee way, I love the same for Uro and Yuji.

The Craving That Paints Your Lips Red - The last fic I wrote for 2023 and a sequel to another fic, I wanted to try my hand at the horror again. But more tame, but still "Oh my gosh". I'm writing a post about it, but I have thoughts about Yuji and Sukuna's relationship and sometimes I have this feeling that Sukuna wants to corrupt Yuji, kind of like shape him to be the next him almost. Not for certain, but it's an idea that kind of struck me. For this fic, I wanted to explore a more horror fic side of Yuji housing the King of Curses. The best part of this fic for me is how I unintentionally stuck with the idea that Yuji keeps getting back up no matter how many times Sukuna tries to break him.

That list got longer than intended, but again, I have a lot of fics I have enjoyed writing! I'm glad to have talked about them and I thank you for asking! 💜

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Welcome to the Neighborhood

SingleDad! Sukuna x Afab!Reader - Modern AU

Series Summary: you move in next door and sukuna, the single dad living next door, notices

alternatively you’re a pottery artist that moves into the neighborhood and you and sukuna develop a big ol fat crush on each other. then you ****.

Chapters: 1/7

Chapter Summary: you meet your next door neighbor

Status: Completed

Tags: Sukuna is separate from Yuji, slight slow burn (it starts off slowish bear w me)

Warnings: 18+ , sukuna is chronically shirtless, sex mention, masturbation mention, slight voice kink

Author's Notes: based on this post bc it is 💞👌👌👌💞💞 thank you to @ringpop-poppy on tumblr for giving me permission to write this, def check them out! also shoutout to @certifiedjaeger because their god tier writing talent inspired me to write again as well🥰 all the chapters are done, but i don't want to spam so I probably won't post them all at once! enjoy daddy sukuna<3

Chapter 1 - Knock Knock

“How’s life in suburbia?”

You blew your hair out of your face before answering your friend Shoko, surrounded by towers of boxes and sighing into the phone as the afternoon light streamed through your new home, “Boxy. But the movers just dropped off the last of my furniture, so maybe that will change soon.”

“I’m sure your pottery stuff was a bitch to unload.” She commented, and you couldn’t help but smile at the memory of the movers cursing as they dropped off your kiln and potter’s wheel.

“I gave them a good tip, so they’ll forgive me.”

“Uh huh, you meet any of the neighbors yet?” She asked, and you could hear her shuffling papers at her end of the line. You suspected she was reviewing patient notes and having cigarettes for dinner instead of going grocery shopping like she had told you she was.

“Mmm, not yet, my cookies are gonna be done in like two minutes though.” You furrowed your brows, unsure if you liked the tinkling sound of broken glass in the cardboard box you had just picked up.

“Only you would bake cookies to distribute to the neighborhood before you’ve even finished unpacking.” You could almost see her shaking her head while puffing out a stream of smoke.

“Everyone likes cookies! I want to get along with my neighbors, plus it’s a cute tradition don’t you think?” You winced upon seeing your living room lamp smashed to pieces. Maybe you shouldn’t have tipped.

“I guess. Don’t overwork yourself though. Moving’s a mission in itself and I know you act like making pottery is the best thing ever, but I’ve seen you burn out enough times to give you some shit about it.”

“Aw, and you say I’m the nice one.”

“Whatever, I can be nice sometimes.”

You giggled at your characteristically gloomy and serious friend’s stubbornness, “Key word is some- Oh! My cookies! I gotta run Shoko.”

This time, you knew you could hear her eyes roll, “Alright, see you. I’ll come visit when I can.”

“Thanks Shoko! See ya.”

You quickly hung up and rushed to the kitchen, patting yourself on the back for immaculately organizing your kitchen while unpacking earlier and donning plush oven mitts to pull out the batch of decadent, golden brown circles of sugar you had lovingly prepared.

Ever since college, you had given out cookies to your neighbors whenever you moved somewhere new. You had always seen it on tv shows and movies and figured it was the best way to get to know the community.

You happily hopped in place after setting the cookies onto the counter, the warm scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting through the air. Baking cookies was also the best way to make your new house feel like a home.

Figuring they’d be best fresh and that whatever remained unpacked could wait, you took a few paper plates and stacked them with the treats, covering them in a thin film of plastic before setting off to surprise your neighbors.

Everyone was fairly pleasant and welcomed you to the neighborhood, and you made your way to the house right next to yours as the sun was setting. When you had been first scoping out the neighborhood, your realtor hadn’t said much about your next door neighbor, summarizing them as your standard family. Before you even knocked, you heard a crashing sound and then children’s laughter filling the air. You smiled to yourself, already sure that your realtor hadn’t done them justice in their vague description.

You knocked, and a deep baritone called out from within, “Who the hell is that?”

“Daddy! You said a bad word! Hell!” You heard a little girl gasp.

“Nobara, just because Daddy says it doesn’t mean you can.”

“Hell!” You covered your mouth, trying to contain a laugh at her petulant rebelliousness before composing yourself.

You decided to knock again,“I just moved in next door and wanted to drop off some cookies!”

“Cookies?! I want some!” You heard another child, this time, a boy.

“Finish going potty first.”

“But cookies-”

“Wait! Yuji! Put your goddamn pants on.”

“Never!” You heard a boyish cackle and the telltale smacks of small, gleeful footsteps on hardwood floor coming closer to the door.

“No pants party!” The little girl screamed excitedly.

“Get back here, both of you! Yuji! Jesus Christ-” You heard a huff behind the door and more chaos before a tired yell came through, “Could you come back later? Nobara-do not bite your brother. Or Daddy.”

“I’m the vampire queen!”

“I’ll just leave them here!” You yelled back, snickering to yourself and tucking the plate onto their doormat.

What a fun house that must be, you thought to yourself as you made your way to the sidewalk connecting your houses.

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After a couple of days, you’d decided to hang up some plants along your back patio. You climbed a ladder to hook the leafy plant baskets along the wooden trellis and rested at the top to admire your handiwork, feeling your heart swell with pride as your little home was slowly but surely coming together.

Your eyes drifted to the house next to yours, the fence was only as tall as your chest and you could see right over it, but you hadn’t paid much more attention to it since you had been madly emptying boxes and trying to catch up with the client emails you had neglected during your move.

A large set of steps crowned with steel metal railing descended from two sliding glass doors that served as the house's back entrance, a patch of cement connecting the end of the stairs and the surprisingly lush green yard. There was a small bright red inflatable soccer goal set up towards the back of the yard, with a more faded plastic slide of the same color askew to its left and what looked to be a homemade sandbox filled with pale grains of sand dusting its borders in the middle of the yard. Only a couple of mid sized bushy trees dotted the spaces in between, and you softly smiled at the childish chalk drawing acting as a mural on the opposite fence. It consisted of 3 stick figures, 2 with spiky pink hair and one with a brown bob and stick straight eyelashes. The largest figure had dark black lines framing their face, but each one had a name scrawled above their head.

“Queen Nobara, Daddy, and Stinky Yuji.” You quietly read, amused by the bold yet squiggly handwriting.

They were holding hands and surrounded with red and pink hearts, the last heart not even reaching halfway above the fence. You deduced that the artist had to have been the rambunctious little girl you had heard through your neighbor’s door. How cute.

“It’s a masterpiece isn’t it?” Your attention was suddenly snatched by the other, deeper voice you recalled from behind the door two nights ago.

Your head snapped towards its source, and you felt your stomach drop.

A tall, shirtless man with an undercut of peach colored hair and patterns of black lines trailing down the sides of his face and toned body was standing by the back door. He had on running shoes and some gray sweats, with a towel tucked around his neck that he was using to dab at his sharp jawline. His muscles were distractingly large, and you marveled at the sweat and dark tattoos donning his olive toned skin. You were willing to bet money that even in that state he probably smelled good too. You could barely meet his eyes, which held a coppery shine and you had to remind yourself to speak as a wolfish grin spread across his handsome features. He was nothing short of gorgeous, and unfortunately seemed to be very aware of it.

“Yes, I was just thinking how cute it is. Is ‘Queen Nobara’ the artist?” You leaned against the top of your ladder, quirking up a brow when his eyes briefly drifted below your neckline. He wasn't subtle. He probably never had to be.

Sukuna laughed at your question, and your heart skipped a beat at the velvety sound.

“Sure is, she’s the cutest little shit.”

His tattooed figure was intimidating, but you found the way he said the words, fondly and with no malice, endearing.

“And ‘Stinky Yuji’ is the one who doesn’t like wearing pants?”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed and he leaned forward to brace himself on the railing.

“You made those cookies?”

His hands wrapped completely around the metal, and the veins of his forearms became more pronounced. You tried to stop yourself from imagining being caged underneath them, or feeling them gripping around your thighs until they left bruises.

A nervous laugh escaped past your lips, “Um, yeah! That was me the other day, I just moved here.”

“They were really good. My kids loved them, thank you.” Another grin, but this time more of a smile than a smirk.

You felt your cheeks warm and began to reply when a shrill, “Daddy!” erupted from the house, followed by some incoherent squabbling.

“Speak of the devil.” He winked at you and disappeared into the house, and you didn’t realize you had been holding your breath until a few more moments had passed.

Fuck.

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After that initial face to face encounter, your next door neighbor took up more of your headspace than you would have liked.

It didn’t help that every time you looked out the window he would be shirtless, doing god knows what because his pecs and tapered waistline were so incredibly distracting that you couldn’t even begin to guess what he had been up to unless he was doing something truly mundane like grabbing the mail. Not that you were even trying to stare. It was just that he opted to do pretty much any activity shirtless or wearing, at most, muscle tanks cut open at the sides. You could probably count on one hand how many times you’d seen him in anything with sleeves.

Despite his questionable and scant wardrobe, or maybe because of it, you started paying closer attention to him.

Even though he was so rough around the edges, you could tell he was a good father and cared more than his aggressive manner of speaking and tough exterior would imply.

Whenever the sun was out on the weekends, you’d see him playing with his kids, their laughs and screams of joy reaching across the yard. He would swing them around his shoulders, play fighting with them and pretending to chase them before being overpowered by whatever super powers or techniques they had made up to ‘defeat him’.

You would watch them from your own yard as you sat and drafted sketches for future pottery pieces, heart squeezing before retreating back into your home to push thoughts of him out of your mind with clay and glaze.

Emptying him from your mind never lasted as long as you wanted it to, and one day, he had come over to hand you some mail that was mistakenly delivered to his house.

“I think this is yours.”

“Oh, thank you! I think I got yours too then, you’re…Ryoumen Sukuna right?” You read off of one of the envelopes you had brought in, peering up at him cautiously in case you had mispronounced it.

He had smiled wide upon hearing you say his name, taking the letters from you and leaning close, “You can just call me Sukuna.”

You had timidly given him your name in return, and he had straightened up, repeating it slowly as if he was savoring it around his tongue.

“I’ll remember that. Thanks.”

Once he was gone, you had immediately run to your bedroom to slide shaky fingers between your legs, hearing the echo of your name in his voice until you were sore.

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End Notes: oh no, he's hot! (and yes we're classifying 5'8 as tall okay) check my fic tag for the next chapter! building the spice slowly yet surely👌😎

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alonelystargazer · 11 days

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I noticed that you had already answered some Choso stuff so let's continue with Chocito: 4, 23, 25

Thank you! I'll take any opportunity to gush about Choso! 💖

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I kinda want to put Choso in a Tim Burton movie since he kinda fits the aesthetic. Maybe also in a cooking competition.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

My favorite manga panel of Choso and favorite screenshot from the anime.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Well, the first thing that caught my eye about him was his appearance. Season 2 didn't come out yet but I had seen the trailer and my interest in JJK came back. I had seen manga panels of him on twitter and he looked so mysterious and moody and I wanted to know more about him.

So, I read the manga up until the end of the Shibuya arc before season 2 started and he really fascinated me. I admired his fighting skills and adaptability and resourcefulness, but when he switched up after discovering Yuji was his brother, that made me like him even more.

And then I kept reading and I fell in love with him even more, and he became my favorite character, besides Nanami. The fact that everything he does is to protect his brothers, even putting his own life on the line for them, is so admirable to me, and I also relate to him in that way. Being the eldest sibling is rough!

But also, he's really attractive. I love his spiky buns and dark eyes and goofy, radiant smile, and his hair down/shirtless/bloody look during the Kenjaku fight was so hot. I'm gonna go freaking WILD when that gets animated.

Send more asks!

#niuniente #answered #ask game #can you tell I love Choso?#choso

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orivaa-kun · 8 months

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BAD ATTITUDE | Chapter 8: Lovers & Fighters

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 chapter word count: 7.4k warnings: mature (18+), violence, drinking, drug use, smut, fluff, angst, feels, rough s*x, emotional manipulation pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem OC, Geto Suguru x Fem OC, Nanami Kento x Fem OC, Fushiguro Toji x Fem OC series summary: Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU where Riku Ozaki (OC) is really good at getting herself into trouble. Though the Ozaki family is ranked #10 out of the 15 clans of the Tokyo Yakuza syndicate in terms of power & strength; and the Gojo, Geto, and Zenin families fall at #1, #2, and #3 respectively; that doesn't keep her from getting in the mix with these highly ranked, highly dangerous men. Her clan's bodyguard, Nanami, can hardly keep up with all the compromising positions she constantly finds herself in. Will she ever learn her lesson? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ba- fic playlist: Spotify YouTube

When Riku enters the massive, white painted, warehouse style gym, her eyes widen and her hand drops out of Gojo’s at the sight of two shirtless guys intensely sparring in a ring in the center of the floor. They look younger, definitely not past their mid 20s, and the sight of them fighting so hard honestly makes her a little nervous. The one dominating the fight has blondish-pink hair, and he throws a quick sequence of jabs, punches, and kicks at the other guy with black, long yet spiky hair who stands at a similar height as him—both just a bit taller than Riku. She squints her eyes at the black-haired one. Doesn’t he kind of look like—

“SENSEI…!” Riku’s thoughts are cut off when the one with pink-blonde hair—who’d seemed to be winning—almost immediately spots Gojo entering the gym and shouts, bright smile beaming from ear to ear. The black-haired guy takes the other’s distraction as an opportunity to kick him square in the jaw, sending blondie to the ground to writhe in pain.

Gojo guffaws to the sight of this but collects himself before shouting his response, “Hey, Yuji! Hey, Megumi! Hey, everyone!”

Everyone training and exercising in the main open space of the gym, including those on its outskirts lifting weights or practicing by hitting punching bags pause what they’re doing to shout in unison, “Good afternoon, Gojo-sensei!!” Riku blinks in surprise to this. She didn’t know Gojo was a teacher…

The black-haired one in the ring turns and removes his gloves after he’s kicked his opponent to the ground, “Gojo-sensei?”

“Satoru! Ooo, who’s the gal?” A tall woman with blonde hair and sharp-cut, middle parted bangs asks, leaning on the rope of the sparring ring. Wearing an all-black tracksuit, she stands next to a much larger and bulkier man with a small man-bun and a thick scar down the left side of his face. He wears the same style black tracksuit pants as the woman but has on a white tank top instead of a jacket.

“Sensei brought a girl?!” As if he hadn’t just been hit in the head, the pink haired one springs up from the floor of the ring to look around his sparring partner, expression turning to one of surprise at the sight of Riku.

Gojo wraps his arm around Riku’s shoulders, keeping his voice loud, “Everyone, this is Riku—Jin Osaki’s niece!”

Riku waves, a friendly yet nervous smile on her face.

The tall woman in the tracksuit approaches them first, hands confidently sitting on her hips, “Oh she’s hot.” She stops right in front of Riku with a smirk and analyzing eyes, “What’s your type, Riku?”

Riku’s jaw falls agape, not having expected the woman to ask her that of all things, “What? My type?”

Gojo chuckles, “Meet Yuki, Ri. And don’t worry, she asks everyone this.

Yuki nods, hands still on her hips, “So, what is it?”

Riku is still dazed by the woman’s question but reluctantly answers, tapping her index on her bottom lip in thought, “Uhm… I guess, tall and muscular guys who are strong, smart, and will give me whatever I ask for?”

Yuki crosses her arms over her chest and nods repeatedly, closing her eyes to smirk knowingly. She opens her eyes again after a second, “Bold choice. I get that…” She laughs to herself, “You’re the type to get yourself and others in a lot of trouble, aren’t you?”

Riku’s eyes widen, “What?! Wait… how’d you know that…?” She says the last of her words a bit quieter, her shock turning to fear.

Gojo clears his throat, speaking lower so only Yuki and Riku can hear him, “She forgot to add she likes guys who are mean to her.” He grins devilishly.

Riku’s cheeks burn bright red, and she shoves Gojo away as hard as she can, “No, I don’t! Shut it, you cat-haired fuck!!”

Gojo hardly moves from Riku’s shove and simply laughs.

“Ohoho?’ Yuki quirks a brow, gently chuckling and narrowing her eyes on Riku for a moment, “…I can see it.” She states with a bit of finality.

“Please don’t listen to him!” Riku pleads to Yuki as the muscular man with the scar, Yuji, and Megumi all approach them.

“Riku, this is Todo, Yuji, and Megumi.” Gojo introduces, each of the guys waving after their names are called, except for Megumi who just nods his head once.

Now that he’s closer, Riku stares at Megumi more closely, and makes a perplexed face in realization, “You know, you look a lot like T—”

“Toji’s my father.” Megumi says shortly and monotone, completely unphased by Riku’s sudden connection.

Riku’s perplexed expression turns to shock; the color drains from her face, “Wait, what?!”

“But I’m not connected to that deadbeat piece of shit.” Megumi clarifies, “Not even in the Zenin clan.”

Riku presses her hand to her chest and releases a deep breath in relief, “Holy shit, you almost gave me a heart attack…”

“Oh, sorry.” Megumi’s expression remains flat and emotionless, but he rubs the back of his head, “Didn’t know you knew the asshole.”

“Unfortunately, I do. Wait—how old are you?!” Riku asks. Toji didn’t look that old, and Megumi doesn’t look like a kid…

“22. My father was 16 when him and my mother had me.”

“Oh. Well, sorry you have an awful and absolute menace for a dad.” Riku says.

Megumi shrugs nonchalantly.

“Wait, is she the one who kicked Toji in the balls?!” Yuji pokes his index in Riku’s direction.

“That’s right.” Gojo smirks smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Todo reaches forward to clasp Riku’s hand in his two, shaking it once before holding it for a few seconds, “The type of girl to kick Toji in the balls is my type of girl. I had a feeling you were different.”

Riku swears she sees tears of joy in Todo’s eyes and she hums in confusion, brows lifting at the other’s sudden movements.

“Don’t mind him, he’s really strange, but he’s a good fighter.” Yuji notes.

Riku laughs awkwardly, pulling her hand back from Todo’s grasp.

“Well, now that everyone’s well-acquainted…” Gojo turns to Yuki, “You have some forms for me to sign?”

“Yeah, they’re in your office.” Yuki pokes her thumb back in the space behind her, towards a hallway with a few doors along it.

“Good, thanks.” Gojo rests his hand on top of Riku’s head, “While I do that, Yuji, why don’t you give Riku a tour of the gym?”

“Sure thing, sensei!” Yuji smiles so bright and honestly that it’s infectious, and Riku finds herself smiling, too.

“Megumi, you do some drills with Yuki and Todo. Your roundhouse is too slow for your competitor next week, and the only reason you won just now was because Yuji was distracted.”

Megumi’s eye twitches with a bit of anger to Gojo’s painfully straightforward feedback, “Got it.” He grunts between clenched teeth.

“Be back in a sec, Ri, okay?” Gojo ruffles Riku’s hair before turning and letting go of her head, already heading off towards the hallway. Todo and Megumi begin to retreat back to the fighting ring in the center of the room.

“Nice to meet you, Riku!” Yuki says with a sweet smile before doing the same.

“Well, welcome to the Six Eyes Gym!” Yuji stretches his arms out wide, gesturing to the expansive workout and training space around them, “This is the main floor…”

Gojo’s phone vibrates in his pocket as he approaches his office and he retrieves it from his side, quickly sliding his finger over the screen to answer the call when he sees ‘SUGURU’ flash across it.

“Yo.” Gojo says short and quick into the phone, beginning to stride down the hallway that leads to his office.

“Hey Satoru—” Geto’s voice is cut off by the sound of a blood-curdling scream from a man in the background, “sorry ‘bout the volume, but just found the culprit who delivered Toji’s letter and wiped the security cameras… Let me get somewhere quieter.”

“Ah. Get anything out of him yet?” Gojo asks casually, entering his office and closing the door behind him. He flicks on the lights and spots the stack of papers on his desk.

“Nah, not anything substantial. Seems like he might just be an errand boy and doesn’t know much. Though I do have two of my clan muscle interrogating him for Toji’s location.” As Geto speaks, the thuds and screams in the background begin to grow quieter and fainter, and Gojo assumes his friend is now at a distance or in another room completely.

“With how many yakuza we got tracking him in Tokyo, doubt he’s even in the area. That or the asshole is really fucking good at hiding.” Gojo plops down into his office chair, searching through one of his desk drawers for a pen before beginning to mindlessly scan his eyes over the first page of the small pile of forms in front of him.

“Yeah, we’ll see what happens with our current lead, but I honestly doubt Toji elected to tell this messenger anything. Also doubt he cares if the dude lives or dies.”

“Knowing him, he definitely doesn’t.” Gojo says plainly, and there’s a short pause in their conversation.

“How’s Riku been?” Geto asks, voice lower and playful.

“Oh, so that’s why you called. You wanna know how our date’s been going?” Gojo grins as he flips a page over and clicks the end of his pen a few times. He signs his family name at the bottom, “What? Afraid you’re gonna lose our game?”

“Never that.” Geto laughs on the other end of the phone, “So you gonna tell me or not?”

“Since you’re so nosy… Riku’s doing great. Took her the scenic route to the beach, stopped at a clifftop coffee shop, let her taste the new club menu and sake at Iwai’s, we walked on the beach, and I even found time to fuck her in between. Now Yuji’s giving her a tour of the gym while I do some fight club maintenance work in my office.” Gojo smirks as he flips pages to the next set of forms.

“You fucked her, without me? That’s not fair.” Geto says in a sultry voice, his smirk evident through his tone.

“No rules, remember?” Gojo chuckles, sitting up in his office chair and clicking the back of his pen a few more times, “She begged for it, too.”

“Yeah? Where’d you fuck her?”

“In the back of Iwai’s,” Gojo snickers once, “nearly broke the bathroom door down, I nailed her so hard into it.”

“Was she loud?” Geto asks, voice heavy with lust.

Gojo notices, “Of course she was loud. I found a way to keep her quiet, though. Well, as quiet as she could be getting the sense fucked outta her… You know, you’ve got quite the curiosity today, Suguru.” Gojo cocks his head to the side and tucks his phone between his shoulder and ear, holding the form still with one hand while he signs the paper with his other, “Feeling lonely?” Gojo murmurs, purposely making his tone breathy and wanton.

“It’s called FOMO.” Geto explains in a low, heated voice, before quickly changing the subject, “But tell me how her pussy felt.”

At the sound of Geto’s words, Gojo’s eyes blink wide in realization and he grins, “Wait, are you jerking off right now, Suguru?” Gojo leans forward in his chair, intrigued.

“…Maybe.” Geto heavily exhales the word, only confirming it for Gojo.

Gojo chuckles once, smirk remaining on his lips, “You want me to tell you about how good Riku’s pussy felt? How warm and wet she was, and how she kept squeezing me like crazy?” Gojo drops his pen on his desk and sits back in his chair, returning his left hand to his phone so he can properly hold it against his ear to hear Geto clearly. He turns up the volume with a few taps of his thumb.

“Fuck, yes.”

Gojo bites the inside of his lip after hearing Geto’s depraved-sounding tone and uses his free hand to slide a drawer open in his desk, fishing around in it before retrieving and clicking a remote that slowly shuts the electric blinds on his office room’s windows, “And you call me the horny one?” After returning the remote to its drawer and closing it, Gojo rises from his chair to lock his office door. His voice suddenly turning alluring, “Why don’t you squeeze yourself from base to tip nice and slow, Suguru? Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah. Shit, it’s so tight…” Geto huffs out, clearly consumed with being so turned on.

Gojo returns to his chair, “That’s how tight Riku was. The harder you fuck her the tighter she gets—it’s insane, really.” He coos.

“I wanna fuck her face again.” Geto grunts.

Gojo hums, appreciating the sound of Geto’s voice, “Mm… She’s got a good mouth, that one. Nice and wet with a tight throat, and she knows how to work her tongue.” Gojo smooths his hand down the bulk of his thigh when he feels his own cock twitch up against the confines of his shorts, “You think she gives better head than me, Suguru?”

“Fuck, Satoru…” Geto moans hungrily, just above a whisper, “She’s good, but you know me. You know what I like.” He pauses to pant a heavy exhale, “Want you to suck me.”

Gojo’s lips silently form a small ‘o’ in response to Geto’s words and he unbuttons his shorts, reaching beneath them to retrieve his hardened dick. He begins to pump it in his fist, “Yeah? You want me to suck you, or do you need me to?”

Geto sighs lustfully, “Need you to.” He pauses before he continues, voice low and gravelly, “You know how to make me cum quick.”

“That’s right. Are you still stroking yourself nice and slow for me?” Gojo turns up the honey in his voice.

“Uh-huh.”

“Stroke a little faster.”

Gojo assumes he listens because Geto curses before he speaks again, “I’m so fucking hard, Satoru.”

“I know, Suguru. You made me hard, too…” Gojo trails off, keeping up his vocal composure, though his own horniness and stroking of his cock is beginning to eat away at his ability to, “You want me to get your dick nice and wet, and take it all in my mouth? Want me to suck the head and lick at that spot right beneath it, just how you like?”

“Oh, fuck.” Geto tries to restrain a moan but fails.

Gojo grins wickedly, pleased that he’s the only one who gets to hear Geto’s depraved and desperate voice like this, “Why don’t you stop stroking and squeeze that spot for me?” Gojo demands, saying the question more like a statement.

Geto breathes raggedly on the other end of the phone line. He speaks up after a long pause, “Can I start stroking again?”

“You never really answered my question earlier, Suguru.” Gojo says plainly, blatantly ignoring Geto’s request as he strokes himself freely.

“Shit. What question?” Geto groans.

“You think Riku gives you head better than me?” Gojo asks again, nearly singing the question as he continues to fist his dick.

“No, Satoru.”

“And you know why that is?”

“Why?”

“It’s ‘cos your cock is mine. Now, say it.” Gojo commands coldly, any sweetness now gone from his voice.

“My cock is yours…” Geto pants.

“Again.”

“My cock is yours, Satoru.”

“Start stroking again. Fast.”

Geto sucks in a breath, sharply, “Gonna cum.”

“You wanna cum in my mouth, Suguru?” The honey returns to Gojo’s tone.

“Yes—”

“Yeah, I thought you would.” Gojo quickly interjects, pumping himself faster, “But I’m gonna cum, too. Where do you want it?”

“…My hair.”

“You like that, huh?” Gojo chuckles, “That’s pretty nasty, Suguru. What, you need a protein treatment?” Gojo smirks, murmuring the question mockingly.

“Geez, can you shut up, Satoru? ‘M gonna… fuck!” Geto moans with finality. After a long pause, he clicks his tongue against his teeth and sighs, “Did not want to cum to that.”

Gojo closes his eyes and imagines himself gripping a handful of Geto’s long, black strands of hair. In his mind, he grips them at the root with one hand while his other continues to stroke himself off. Geto’s hair is soft and Gojo wants to rub his dick in it, maybe even wrap it around his cock. He bites his bottom lip at the idea and grunts, hips jerking forward in his chair and cum messily spilling into his own hand, “Your hair feels so good, Suguru.”

“Fuck you.”

“Sorry,” Gojo laughs, leaning over to grab a few tissues from the small box on the other side of his desk, “you want me to make it up to you tonight?”

“Yeah, you owe me.”

“Come to the fight club early, then. I’m sure I got time for you in my office there…” Gojo wipes his hands on the tissues, careful not to spill any cum on his shorts before he throws them into the trash can underneath his desk.

“What about Riku?”

“Keep her at home. Just put her to sleep or something.”

Geto huffs out a single laugh, “You want me to put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, the best way you know how.” Gojo says suggestively, “I mean you’ve still got extra muscle protecting your territory, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Well, then everything’s good and covered.” Gojo concludes with a small smirk.

“Alright. I gotta clean up the mess I made in the meantime.” Geto chuckles, “I’ll see you tonight, Satoru.”

“Later, Suguru.”

Later in the afternoon, after Gojo had driven Riku back from the gym and dropped her off at Geto’s estate, Riku found herself in the shower with Geto, again—the long-haired man having talked her into it for the second day in a row.

Riku steps into the shower and closes the door behind her, to which Geto curiously examines her reddened backside, “Shit, Satoru did this to you?” Geto smooths his hand over the curve of Riku’s ass, and she flinches from the soreness.

Geto clicks his tongue and gently tugs Riku close to him by her arm so that they’re both under the warm spray of the rain-style shower head, “You gotta tell him when he’s being too harsh with you, Ri.”

Ri looks to then turns away from Geto for a moment, shyly biting her lip out of embarrassment from his discovery of the marks Gojo had left on her. Though, Geto seemed more than comfortable talking about Gojo fucking her… This was a dynamic that would take Riku a while to get used to.

Geto smirks just slightly to Riku’s expression, sliding his hands up her wet skin to wrap his arms around her waist from behind her. He bends his head down to speak lowly into her ear, “Even if you like it, your body can only handle so much. You wanna soak in the bath after we shower?”

Riku turns her head back to face Geto as much as she can in their current position and nods a few times, before allowing her eyes to flutter shut to enjoy the heat of the shower water and Geto’s embrace.

Geto releases his light hold on Riku and she opens her eyes once more, turning to face him and letting the stream of water wet her hair. She gently runs her hands through her long curls and Geto’s smirk grows when he realizes something, “You’re way more agreeable than usual, aren’t you?” He runs the lengths of fingers underneath Riku’s chin, “Part of me’s kinda thankful for Satoru fucking you into submission…”

Riku feels her face redden even further, clearly embarrassed, “Can you stop saying shit like that?!”

Geto releases an honest laugh, lips curving into a toothy grin, “There’s my brat,” He swiftly bends and pecks her lips, “was starting to think something was wrong with ya, being so quiet.” Geto begins to reach up and rinse his hair in the shower’s spray, the colorful dragon tattoos on his arms and chest dancing quietly at the command of his rippling muscles beneath.

Riku rolls her eyes but then studies Geto movements as he reaches over to grab a few pumps of shampoo from the bottle from the ledge of the shower, appreciating the art on his skin. After working the liquid into her curls, Riku removes a hand from her damp hair to gently run her fingers down Geto’s chest, “I like these.” She says, simply.

“Thanks, beautiful. I like your chest, too.” Geto winks, shamelessly eyeing Riku’s body for a moment; after squeezing a few pumps of shampoo into his palm, he returns the bottle to the shower’s ledge.

Riku sighs, turning to get herself some more shampoo, “You know, you and Satoru are a lot alike, actually.”

Geto laughs, starting to lather the liquid into his scalp, “Ouch. That felt like an insult.”

“Not my fault you both are always spewing horny shit.” Riku shrugs, beginning to wash her hair as well, “I was trying to complement your tattoos,” she describes, turning back towards Geto, “how long did it take to get them done?”

Geto looks up, thinking to himself before returning his gaze to Riku, “Well, they’re various pieces I got over the past few years that each took months to heal, but just the hours of tattooing, altogether? Maybe like… 94-ish hours?”

Riku’s eyes widen with surprise, but also can understand as there’s hardly a millimeter of skin on Geto’s torso and arms that isn’t covered in ink, “Oh my god, that’s nearly four days… Did it hurt a lot?”

Geto’s smirk softens into a light smile, “Of course… But it’s something the male leaders in my clan have done for generations.”

“Really?”

“Really, Ri.” Geto chuckles under his breath, “C’mere.” He removes his hands from his hair to turn Riku around and back her into his chest, fingers already beginning to trail to her scalp and gently massage the shampoo suds at her curly roots just the way she likes, “Know you want me to do this, anyway.”

Riku’s hands fall to her sides in response to Geto’s sweet movements and she closes her eyes, “Mm… What’s your family like?”

Geto continues to massage his fingers in in Riku’s hair in small circles, “Normal. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. What was it like growing up?”

“You mean like my childhood? It was fine. My parents are good people, and they spoiled me a lot as a kid, until I started doing work for the family.” Geto removes his hands from Riku’s hair after a while and she turns to rinse it off; Geto follows suit.

Riku opens her eyes again after washing off her hair, glancing up at Geto, “What changed when you started yakuza clan work?”

“Well, I quickly learned how nasty this world of ours can be, that’s for sure. And the drug game already isn’t pretty on its own.” Geto admits, eyes still closed as he rinses the last of the suds from his hair.

“How old were you?” Riku can’t help her curiosity.

Geto’s face temporarily scrunches up in thought, “Thirteen, I think.”

“Fuck, that’s horrible…! You were just a kid!” Riku’s brows knit together, her eyes filled with concern.

“We’re yakuza, Ri. What did you think? That they would wait ‘til I’m 18 to teach me shit?” Geto pauses, eyes softening as he gazes down at Riku with a mixture of interest and some other emotion she can’t place, “Damn, you were sheltered a lot, huh? Must’ve been nice and comfortable growing up in a low rank family.”

Riku’s stomach turns a bit to Geto’s words, and her expression reflects it as she grabs for the conditioner, “Not quite. Though I don’t remember much, I did lose my parents due to yakuza-related violence when I was seven. Being born into a low rank family isn’t as comfy as so many high rank dicks from our syndicate make it out to be.”

Geto’s brows lift as he recalls this bit of information she’d told him and Gojo just a few nights ago, “Shit, that’s right—I’m sorry, Ri.”

Riku sighs and shakes her head, continuing to speak as she squeezes a few pumps of the conditioner in her palm before passing the bottle to Geto and working the cream into the length of her hair, “But just ‘cos I’m yakuza, doesn’t mean I agree with how our families do things. I know we deal in shady work, so danger comes with the job description, but there’s gotta be a better way… At the very least, when it comes to unnecessary violence.”

Geto pumps out a bit of conditioner for himself and places it back on the shower ledge before going to work on his hair, “You’re not wrong. 98% of the bullshit problems our syndicate deals with are over greedy pieces of shit who want one of three things: money, power, or a woman. Maybe it wouldn’t happen as often if we didn’t raise assholes who were baptized by fire.”

“Exactly!” Riku emphasizes, relieved that Geto had gotten her point. She lets the conditioner sit in her hair while she begins to wash her body, retrieving one of the cutely folded black washcloths from the ledge of the shower before dampening it beneath the shower’s hot stream.

Geto washes the conditioner from his hair, “Looks like you just got caught up in the drama, this time around.”

“Yeah…” Riku trails off, expression falling from her face as she looked down at the drain in the shower. She hadn’t really thought about the situation with Toji since this morning, even after meeting his son at the gym. Megumi was so different, after all.

“You doing okay?”

Riku sort of hates how honest Geto sounds, “As okay as I can be. Haven’t really thought about it much, honestly.” She reaches over to get some shower gel from one of the fancy, glass bottles, then lathers it up on her cloth before beginning to rub it and the soap over her arms. It smells heavenly—lightly scented with earthy notes.

“That’s probably for the best. Don’t let that bastard fuck with your head.” Geto grabs the other neatly folded wash towel from the ledge and wets it before doing the same, “And hopefully Satoru and I are big enough distractions.” He smirks just barely.

“Well, you all are doing an outstanding job at that.” Riku notes with a quick laugh under her breath, beginning to lather the soap over her chest and stomach, and bending at the waist to do the same to her legs.

Geto’s eyes study Riku shamelessly, nearly pausing in washing himself at the sight before him. He bites the inside of his lip and feels his cock twitch, “You need me to wash your back, babe?”

Riku continues to scrub at her legs, completely oblivious to Geto’s gaze as she had her back towards him, “Oh, that would be great.” She stands back upright and moves her conditioned curls over her shoulder so that her bare back faces him directly. Riku hardly turns her head as she offers her washcloth to Geto, “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” Geto hums bright and affirmatively, but the dark and heated expression on his face that Riku can’t currently see completely contradicts it. He retrieves the wash towel from her, rubbing it over the smooth, café au lait skin of her back. He rubs it and the soap back and forth over her shoulders then down the length of it, feeling a familiar heaviness pool in his abdomen as his dick continued to harden. Geto pauses to rest his own washcloth over his shoulder, then continues to lather his way down to the small of Riku’s back and her reddened rear. He wipes the supple skin there sinfully slow, then purposely makes his dick jump so that it pokes the side of Riku’s ass.

Riku gasps, quickly snapping her head back towards Geto to find the cause of the poke—his cock fully erect and prodding firmly against her ass cheek, “Hey…! Stop being a horny bastard!” She teases playfully, only pretending to be annoyed. Riku gives Geto’s tattooed chest a good jab with her index before turning back around so he could finish washing off her back.

“Sorry, beautiful. Just seeing you turns me on.” Geto says lowly, pressing his hips forward ever so slightly. He twists and wrings out the soap from Riku’s washcloth underneath the stream of water, saturating the small towel with water again before reaching around the front of her hips and between her legs with it. Geto begins to gently rub the soft, warm cloth in deliciously light circles around her clit; he bends his head to speak into her ear, “Open your legs for me a little more.”

Riku exhales a moan and immediately follows his direction, breathing growing heavier to the feel of Geto’s other hand suddenly joining her bare backside and fondling the sore round of it, his dick still pressing firmly against the side of it. He moves his hand from her ass after a while, slipping it under her cheeks before pressing and slipping a single finger inside of her while the other hand with her washcloth continues to rub on her clit. Riku weakly groans this time, voice telling to her soreness from being fucked so hard earlier.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight…” Geto trails off, lips still at Riku’s ear and mind partly consumed with lust. He pushes and pulls his middle finger in and out of Riku’s pussy, “Is it sore, baby?” He coos.

“Yes…” Riku whimpers to the dull soreness that’s reawakened between her legs with Geto’s finger.

“Shit,” Geto just barely rolls his hips forward once, twice, three times, causing his cock to rub against Riku’s perky ass, “need you, Ri. But this hole is too delicious of a treat to devour all day every day.” He glances down, removing his finger from Riku’s pussy then using the hand to spread her cheeks apart and press the head of his dick to the rim of her asshole, “you like it back here…?” He’s unable to hold back the growing grin on his lips.

Riku gasps again, suddenly torn out of her budding arousal. She turns and swats Geto’s hand with the washcloth out from between her legs, “With your monster-thick dick, Suguru?! Absolutely fucking not. And we’re in the shower with no lube?? Are you crazy or something??!” Riku looks honestly shocked.

Geto lets loose a cackle at Riku’s reaction, even throwing his head back a bit as his voice echoes and bounces off the shower’s walls, “Come on, Ri, I was joking! But I’m sure you could take it with some training!” He guffaws the words out, smirking ear to ear as he placed Riku’s damp wash towel on the ledge.

Riku glances down to Geto’s prominent erection as she faces him, seriously considering its large size and girth. She shakes her head, “Yeah, even with plugs, and toys, and all the lube in the world, there’s no way my ass is ever closing again after taking that.”

Geto’s laugh diminishes into a chuckle and he cups Riku’s face in his hands, “Relax, Ri, I wouldn’t hurt you unless you wanted me to.” He softly presses his lips to her cheek and kisses it brief yet sweetly, “And I’m not a brute like Satoru.”

After they’ve showered and when they’re soaking in the outdoor, wooden, onsen-style bath, Geto wraps his arms around Riku and pulls her back into his chest. His hands ghost over her breasts and slip down her sides to rest on her hips, which he backs into the space between his manspread legs, “Lay back on my chest, Ri. You want me to finish what I started in the shower, don’t you?” He murmurs into her ear, teeth nibbling the rim of it as the water in the bath gently laps around them.

Riku reclines back and spreads her legs beneath the water so that the outsides of her thighs touch the inside of Geto’s, and he slowly glides both of his hands between Riku’s legs, fingers lightly trailing over her groin. His right hand finds Riku’s clit, and he gently rubs the pads of his fingers in small, practiced circles over the hardened nub of flesh.

“Oh—” Riku moans out, biting her lip to cut herself off. Her breathing grows heavier, and her chest rises and falls on top of Geto’s.

Geto’s lips remain at Riku’s ear, and he takes a slow breath before blowing it warmly, “Don’t hold back, Ri; talk to me. I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours.” He continues to lightly rub her clit, his tongue finding and darting over the heated slope of skin just beneath her ear. Geto kisses down to the crook of Riku’s neck, left hand slowly slipping up and out of the water to palm and squeeze her breast.

“Hah, Suguru…” Riku pants out, eyes fluttering shut to concentrate on Geto’s touch. His low voice ringing in her ears, soft lips on her neck, warm chest pressed flush against her back, long fingers toying with her nipple, thick hand between her legs… Riku felt completely consumed by the man and didn’t want him to stop rubbing her clit so perfectly, “A little harder, please?” She whines, starting to rock her hips forward into Geto’s hand, over and over.

Geto hums out a chuckle, lips parting from Riku’s neck after a long kiss, “Demanding, aren’t we?” Geto carefully presses his fingers just a bit harder to Riku’s clit, picking up the speed of his circling as well. He straightens his neck and cocks his head to one side to study Riku’s every reaction to his movements, “How’s that, Ri?”

Riku again can’t help but hate the honesty in Geto’s tone—like he really cares so much about her pleasure; it’s as if Geto knows exactly how to drive Riku crazy, both physically and mentally. She simply moans to the perfect friction Geto creates between her legs, cheeks flushed deep red to the bit of embarrassment and immense heat that courses throughout her body.

“You’re not gonna answer me?” As if a switch had flipped within him, Geto’s voice suddenly turns dark and is nearly venomous; and a pleasant shock of adrenaline shoots down Riku’s spine to focus in her abdomen. He suddenly stops, removing his right hand from between her legs, “I’m not asking for a lot, Ri.”

“No—yes!” Riku quickly opens her eyes and moans the words out, grasping Geto’s right hand with her own and directing it back between her legs again, “It feels good… Please keep going, Suguru!”

Geto snickers into her ear, “You’re so fucking greedy.” He spits the words under his breath, relenting to return his fingers to Riku’s clit and begin rubbing it again, “See? Was that so hard?”

“Shut up.” Riku complains breathily, simultaneously turning her head back towards Geto’s to press her lips to his in a kiss that immediately turns lewd. Geto’s left hand releases Riku’s breast and instead grasps her wet curls at the root, continuing to speed up the circling of his fingers between her legs. Riku moans into Geto’s equally open mouth, tongue swirling with his as she feels his dick twitch against her lower back beneath the water. She moves her hips even more, the pace of her rolling increasing as she rocks into Geto’s hand. The sense of overwhelming pleasure hits her abruptly, and all of a sudden, she’s on the edge of her climax. Riku parts her lips from Geto’s, brows quivering together and jaw falling open with gratification as a long moan spills from her mouth, “Fuck, Suguru—gonna cum really hard…!”

“Yeah, Ri?” He murmurs lowly into her ear, voice sultry, “Show me how good I make you feel.”

“Ahh…!” Riku cries out at the command of Geto’s fingers, hips jerking and body convulsing on his with each wave of her orgasm as he continues to rub her through it. Her head feels light and spacey as she comes down from her high, and she sinks further into the hot bath water.

Geto laughs at first, thinking it’s just Riku being dramatic, but then stops and quickly locks his arm around her waist before her head slips completely under the water, “Whoa, Riku—careful, babe. You okay?”

Riku turns in Geto’s grasp, weakly wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head beside his. She grumbles as she wraps her legs around his waist, “My head’s been hurting today, and I’m sleepy now.” Riku whines her complaints a bit childishly.

Geto sighs, rubbing his hands up the smooth skin of Riku’s back, “So you want me to baby you?”

“It’s called aftercare!”

Geto chuckles, “Guess that’s fair after what Satoru put you through today… And that asshat hardly has the patience for shit like aftercare.” Geto sits up and pulls back just enough so he can look into Riku’s eyes and places his hands on her cheeks as he speaks, “But don’t worry, beautiful. You can always come to me after Satoru’s rough with you. I’ll take care of you.”

Riku can’t tell if Geto is playing with her or if he’s really being truthful and it pisses her off—but she feels a strong pull in her chest after hearing his words, regardless, and that’s even worse. What’s wrong with me?! She thinks, making a funny face at Geto in response. Her eyes twitch with a mix of agitation and adoration and her lips quiver in and out of a hard line.

Get laughs once to this, “What’s that face?”

“Nothing!” She hides her face once more in the crook of Geto’s neck.

Geto shakes his head with a smirk, slowly rising from the bath water with Riku in his arms, “You’re the strangest girl I’ve ever met, Ri.” He steadily steps out of it, “Let’s get you outta here.”

Riku is startled awake by her ringtone chiming, stirring beneath the covers of Geto’s bed and glancing around the room to orient herself when she realizes he’s no longer there. Her phone continues to ring, and she blinks sleepily a few times, simply staring at the device that vibrates rhythmically on the nightstand in the distance. Riku reaches over and picks it up, seeing the name ‘NANAMI’ flash across the top of it before swiping her finger across it, “Hello?”

“Hey, Ri. You alright? Haven’t heard your voice in a while.” Nanami’s rich, deep, and husky voice comes through the line, and Riku can’t help but appreciate its hypnotic nature as her eyes are heavy with sleep.

Why does he have to sound so damn good all the time? She nestles her ear a little further into the phone speaker as she reclines back into the sheets again, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Wait, were you asleep?”

Riku sighs, rubbing her eyes with her free hand, “Mhm, what time is it?”

“It’s hardly midnight. Sorry, Ri, thought you’d still be awake on a Saturday night.”

“S’okay. Fell asleep really early since my head was hurting. Probably would’ve messed up my sleeping schedule if you didn’t call.” She clears her throat, voice still a little hoarse.

“Where’s Satoru and Suguru? They treating you well?”

“Um, I don’t know, actually… maybe working? Suguru was here earlier, but I think he’s gone now. And they’re treating me fine.”

“They left you alone? Hm, I don’t like the sound of that.”

“There’s plenty of guards, like at least 50 around and some even inside the house, so it’s fine. Plus, it’s Geto’s territory. It’s supposed to be hard to get here without being noticed, right?”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to, but we should stay on the phone until one of them comes back.”

“Ken…!” Riku whines, rubbing her fingers into her temples tiredly, “That could be hours!”

“You don’t have to say anything—you can even fall asleep. Just stay on the line with me to be safe, Ri, okay?”

“Fine.” Riku sighs and taps the speaker icon on her phone before navigating to her iMessages, seeing that Geto had sent her a text about going to the fight club for some quick business, “Oh.”

“What?” Nanami asks, curiously.

“Suguru texted me. He made a quick run to Satoru’s fight club.”

“Huh.” Nanami says, sounding as if he’s lost in thought.

“Ken?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about the yakuza fight club?”

Nanami takes a long pause before speaking again, “Truthfully, Ri—it’s way too dangerous of a place for you to be.”

“Okay, going in the club is one thing, but I couldn’t even know it existed at all? How does that make sense?!” Riku sits up in bed a little, notably agitated.

Nanami sighs, “I was just trying to keep you out of that kind of trouble. I mean you know yourself best, Ri. Can you really blame me for not letting you hear about it?”

Riku boils with anger, “It’s not my fault I get in trouble all the time! It’s almost always some yakuza asshole’s fault, every fucking time! And you know it!” She tosses the phone—still on speaker—on the pillow beside her and crosses her arms over her silk robe-covered chest, “And you have the nerve to blame me for fighting back when people try to hurt me, verbally, physically, or whatever?!!”

“Riku—”

“How dare you! Meanwhile you’re having the time of your life bashing some random yakuza muscle’s head in and getting paid to do it, right?!”

“…Satoru told you that?” Nanami asks, voice calm, in complete contrast with Riku’s.

“Yeah, he did, actually!”

“That was before I worked for your family, Ri. I needed the money. I did what I could to survive.”

“Then work at KFC or something!”

“KFC?” Nanami sounds confused, then stifles a chuckle, “I couldn’t work a job like that. Fighting is the only real thing I’m good at.”

“No, it’s not!” Riku protests, voice still raised.

Nanami sighs again, “Then what am I good at, Ri?”

She tugs at a curl that rests on her forehead, finally lowering her tone back to its normal volume, “Protecting people.”

“I’m glad you think that about me. Lately it seems like I’ve been messing up on that quite a bit, when it comes to you.”

“Well, you’re doing a good job, in my opinion… you’ve just got an unlucky yakuza girl with an attitude as a client.” Riku rests her head on the pillow, just beside the phone. She stares down at Nanami’s name that flashes across the call screen, sort of wishing she could be near him.

“Client and friend.” Nanami clarifies.

Riku smiles, allowing her eyes to flutter shut at the sound of that, “Mhm.” The two are both quiet for nearly a minute, but Riku speaks up again, “Ken?”

“Yes, Ri.” Nanami coos smoothly in his velvet tone, and Riku enjoys how loyally he responds to her.

“Tell me a story.”

“You want me to read you a bedtime story? Riku, you’re 25.” Nanami doesn’t laugh, but she can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Whatever! You have a nice voice for it, so just tell me one. Tell me… a crazy story about a fight you were in.”

“Oh, you like my voice, hm?” Nanami deepens his husky voice when he speaks.

Riku clears her throat, feeling her cheeks redden, “The story, Ken!”

He chuckles honestly, a truly rare occurrence—and Riku is nearly surprised by the sound of it, “Okay, alright. So, one night, when I was at a bar with Satoru and Suguru…”

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