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chatsukimi · 2 months

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ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ꜱᴀᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ/ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ʜᴇɪᴀɴ-ᴇʀᴀ) "hell is a pit of fire for a reason" ｅｎｅｍｉｅｓｔｏｌｏｖｅｒｓ，ｓｕｋｕｎａｘｒｅａｄｅｒ，Ｈｅｉａｎ－ｅｒａ.

A chill washes over your body, as though a presence has come to visit you. Your eyes snap open, drawn to the Cursed Spirit at the door.

Instantly, you recognise it's a Special Grade. And you sense more crawling down the hallway.

This cannot be happening.

You swing your bedside lamp through the paper window and clamber out, only to be greeted by more of those beasts. Never in your life have you seen this many curses in one place. Why are they here?

BOOM.

An invisible force thrashes you into a tree. You mutter, casting a wave of fire at the Curse behind you.

It's only been a week since you and Sukuna's... falling out. He couldn't have...

A little part of you knows the King of Curses bears no mercy. You've seen him slash a whole village. You've listened to his apathy when the numbers are read in court, the casualties. You, first-hand, had heard him say he could not care less if you went missing.

Maybe he sent these Curses after you, to punish you for disobedience.

As your body drags you further up the hill, away, away, far up from the chasing Curses, your soul is drawn like a magnet towards the tower in the distance. The turret stands tall and imposing over Kyoto, its shadows merciless over the temples. Sukuna's.

Another wall of flames.

The Curses dodge.

At the top of the hill, you hands fumble as you transfer your whispers into a tiny ball of flame. Your head doesn't register what you're doing.

A Curse lunges for your leg. Bites.

You shriek, whacking the Curse to tear it off. It is only getting darker.

Sukuna.

His name plagues your thoughts.

If only... if only Sukuna... Sukuna...

You send out the orb of fire surging into the night.

...

The King of Curses paces around his room in the darkness, until suddenly, he swears.

Something is blinding in the corner of his eye. He whips around and watches an orb glint, bobbing towards him.

Fire.

You.

He crosses the room in fluid steps.

"Special Grades... help. Kuna-"

The words seem to burn him. And he staggers back.

Special Grade Curses. What are they doing? Why are they coming for you?

He races out onto the balcony, tracing where the message originated to find you. He swears again. His fingers are shaking.

When he descends onto the scene, the remnants of smoke and ash linger in his memory.

...

Sukuna watches as the curses encircle you, each one trying to land a fatal strike. He sees you fight and thinks back to the last time he had seen you.

You had been running away from him.

His eyes narrow in rage, as he unleashes his domain expansion. He has to be careful to spare you. The shrine instantly obliterates the cursed spirits.

Upon noticing him, you drop down to your knees, your head bowed to hide the tears welling up.

It's been only a week, yet he cannot anticipate your reaction. Would you shout at him to get away? Had you forgiven him, why you called him to come save you?

"Thank you, Lord Sukuna."

Remember, that's all there is between you. A lord and his subject.

Despite the praise, Sukuna can't help but feel a tinge of guilt for how things had played out between you and him. Something more than hurt pride causes you to hide your pain. Sukuna notices the blood that stains your leg, which you move roughly behind your other leg, out of sight.

"You were about to die, and your first thought was to ask for my help," he mutters.

"I'm sorry." You try to keep yourself together. "It's the middle of the night- I'm sorry for waking you."

But speaking it out loud makes it sound all the more real, the distance between you. And you only bow lower.

He tries to swallow down the ache in his throat. Perhaps he had dismissed you too cruelly. He looks anywhere but you.

He had built you up then tossed you into the wilderness, yet here you are, not blaming him, not even asking for an apology. You only wanted to... to thank him.

"Don't apologise," Sukuna says, quietly, as if it were natural for a lamb to rely on the wolf's protection.

You take a leap of faith and look up, whispering, "if there is nothing else you want from me, I think- I should get this fixed."

You hobble to your feet. He looks down at your leg and his gaze softens. You wonder if he cares at all, stumbling away in a trail of blood.

Then, he scoffs (as if you could hide from him) and follows.

When you reach your living room, you close the shoji screen. But you still sense his familiar power, washing through the cold atmosphere, Sukuna.

He asks, hesitant, "may I enter?"

Why is he even asking? He's the King of Curses! He could knock down this place as easily as breaking an empire, he could destroy eons of progress, bend kingdoms to his will, but even he could feel like a little boy waiting outside your door, for your acceptance or refusal, like he knew he was just like the curse, dangerous yet longing for your touch. His need to pull you so close you were bound by blood and flesh. His heartbeat pounds in his ears at the silence.

You freeze.

You murmur, "... OK."

Sukuna inhales a deep breath and steps into the room. He takes in the condition of the messed up furniture, and you, the state of your attempt to patch up your leg. It hadn't worked in the slightest.

"Do you mind if I provide you with aid?"

You lean back in your chair, huffing out a light breath, attempting to cover your nerves. "I didn't know how to do anything but slice your enemies in half."

Sukuna reveals his teeth, a brutally rare thing. "Don't underestimate my abilities. They far surpass the notion of 'slicing my enemies in half'."

You bite your lip and stays sitting as he nears. Your heartbeat begins to quicken and you're too tired to fight off the instinct.

He has not forgotten your connection, no matter how hard he tried. You and your annoying technique of setting his heart alight. He continues to close the distance between you.

He tilts his head to the side, looking down at you.

"Are you not worried about my proximity?"

"No," you whisper.

You ought to be afraid. He is a thousand times the potency of a Special Grade. He could rip you in half- who says he wouldn't, just to play with you?

"I don't like it..." he mutters, his voice soft and hoarse. You cannot imagine the hatred he feels for you. "I hate it... I despise every second you are near me."

Just as you are about to advise that he leave, Sukuna stares at you -crimson eyes in the moonlight- and grits his teeth.

"... but I hate you more when you are far."

He wants to punish you, to make you endure what he had in the past week, but... he can't.

"Close your eyes," he murmurs, his tone laced with resentment.

You close your eyes and feels him kneel to take a closer look at your leg. He slowly traces the gnash with his fingers, and as he does, a cold sensation creeps into your veins. He channels his cursed energy, and you feel the wound beginning to mend itself.

After a few minutes, the process is complete and he stands up.

Reverse-curse technique. You had never seen him use it on anybody. It is the opposite of slash, an abomination of a Technique. Yet something tells you he took his time with you. While you were blind to the vision, you could sense your weakness leaching onto him as he healed you.

"Thank you... Sukuna."

"Do not mention it," he utters, devoid of any emotion. His feet shift, turning towards the exit. Two weights.

You don't know why you do what you do next. You don't know if it's out of gratitude or out of nostalgia. All you know is that the King of Curses is a frightfully cold thing for a person so alive, one shade from freezing, and your palms are warm from the fire. You abruptly capture him in a hug.

He feels your body against his. You stay there, his flame.

He had never felt this close, so interwoven; his body feels more alive than it had ever been.

Sukuna reaches for your waist to push you away, but his arms only drape across. Break free, break free, break free-

The only thing left to lie is his tongue.

"Let go of me."

He had intended it to sound intimidating. It rings more like a plea. He would much rather you fight him, so he would have something real to slice, but this is warm and soft and weak... and it is the most human he has felt in a long time.

"No."

He pushes you against the wall. "I said, let go of me." He dips his head to your level, threatening, "understand? I said," -bumps noses, leans his forehead against yours- "- you will never survive next to me. You will burn out."

He touches his lips forcefully against the corner of your mouth, not willing himself any further. Already the isolation is seeping into his bones from the lack of you.

"Never," you hiss back. "You think you'd be the one to take me out?"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

"You won't kill your flame,' you whisper.

"Fuga," he commands.

You part your lips. Just like that, he closes the distance.

Hell is a pit of fire for a reason.

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manjiroro · 10 months

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reunion

character: yuuta

content: fluff, gn reader

synopsis: you miss your dear boyfriend after being gone for his overseas training for too long

wc: 1096

i love yuuta with all my heart so have this~ i’m sorry if it’s messy i’m still tryna get the hang of writing again </3 sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy~!

“D’ya miss him?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you face the big bear sitting next to you. you tilt your head in confusion, not quite catching his words.

“Yuuta. do you miss him?”

You mouthed an ‘oh’ and let out a sigh, placing your cheeks in your palms.

“Of course i do panda, how long has it been? 3 months? Who wouldn’t miss him.” You huffed, staring blankly at inumaki and maki training on the field.

Words cannot even begin to describe the love you’d garnered for the shy boy. The moment he stepped foot in class that day, he caught your attention and as time passed by, the harder you fell for him. Everything about him from his shy smile to his caring self, all of it made you fall hopelessly in love with him.

Confessing was a struggle however, knowing how attached he was to his childhood crush and curse, rika, you were afraid of how things would turn out, not only with yuuta but with his curse as well. Lucky or rather, unlucky for you, with the help of panda and inumaki, who pushed you to yuuta’s dorm that night, you managed to get your feelings off your chest.

“could you guys just let me go already??” you whined, as you were hoisted onto panda’s shoulder with inumaki following closely behind him. These two idiots were forcefully bringing you to yuuta’s room at 3am in the damn morning all because you decided to tell them about your crush on the new student during break. Panda could barely contain his excitement and conjured up a plan with inumaki to barge into your room in the middle of the night to get you to confess right outside yuuta’s room.

“Okaka”

“Yeah, what inumaki said.”

You rolled your eyes at the two. You’ve given up struggling long ago, panda was gripping tightly onto you and you were honestly wrecked with exhaustion after such a long day. The only thing you could do now was to rehearse your confession and calm your nerves, because there was no way panda would leave you alone, not until you confessed to yuuta.

Before you know it, your feet had finally met the ground. Panda had placed you in front of yuuta’s dorm, knocked, and ran to hide behind a nearby corner with inumaki. You looked at the two with wide eyes as they gave you a thumbs up. You gulped and prayed that yuuta would be too deep in sleep to even hear the knock on his door but it would seem nothing was on your side.

“y/n? What’re you doin here?” a sleepy yuuta asked, exhaustion and concern laced in his voice. Your heart fluttered at how even though he was abruptly woken, he still showed care towards you.

“U-uh.. well.. It’s something stupid actually..” you were nervous, not knowing what to say as you looked down at your feet, hands fidgeting with themselves.

“I’m sure it isn’t, you can always tell me.” the black haired male in front of you gave you a small, reassuring smile, and it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. You took a deep breath,

“I like you yuuta! I’m sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night! Panda wouldn’t let me go not until i-”

You stopped yourself, eyes closing, afraid of what yuuta’s expression was.

“Y-you like me..?” yuuta stuttered. The silence was deafening between you two, you felt nauseous as your body was wrecked with anxiety of what his response might be.

“I.. like you too..” yuuta mumbled. You gasped, clutching onto the hem of your pyjama shirt as you stared back at him in disbelief. He nervously avoided your gaze and in the dim moonlight, you can barely make out the light pink tinting his face and ears.

“Really?”

“Really.” yuuta confirms as he steps forward, bringing your tense body into his as he engulfs you in a tight hug. You don’t hesitate to hug him back, finding out that he has been shaking lightly the whole time. Your smiled to yourself, finding him adorable that he was also as nervous as you were. In the corner of your eye, you see both panda and inumaki silently clapping as they mouthed a ‘congrats’.

But, not long after you both got together, he had to leave overseas for his training. You weren’t worried for his safety since he’s strong, following closely behind gojo, but your heart aches at the thought of him not being close to you. Sure you two would call every day, in the morning when you wake up and at night before going to bed, but it still would not replace his physical being, holding you close as he talks about his day.

“It’s alright, i’m sure he’ll come back real soon.” Panda said, his large paw patting you on the back. You pout but nodded at his words, soon hearing someone clearing his throat from behind you,

“Ahem ahem, ‘m here to tell a certain someone that their oh so beloved boyfriend is back to visit.”

Your eyes widened, quickly scrambling to your feet to face your white haired menace of a teacher, “Really?!”

“Yes really, now go, he’s at the entrance.”

Dashing past gojo, you sprint towards the entrance of the school, too excited to finally see your boyfriend after months of just hearing his voice.

“Yuutaaa!” You exclaimed the moment you see him from afar. He squints to see a small figure coming closer to him, it takes him a while to process who it is running at him at full speed,

“y/n?”

He opens his arms as you flung yourself into them, wrapping your arms around his waist so tight, burying your face into his chest as you inhaled his scent, a scent that brings you most comfort. He lets out a giggle and hugs you back just as tight.

“You- why didn’t you tell me you were coming back”

Not letting go, you tilted your head up to meet those dark orbs you love so much. But you weren’t expecting his expression to shift to a confused one.

“I thought gojo-sensei told you..”

“What”

“Yeah, i told him to tell you yesterday that i’ll be coming back”

The both of you stared blankly at each other, trying to comprehend what the other had just said.

“Oopsie, seems like i forgot”

Said teacher stands behind you, sticking his tongue out and rubbing the back of his head. You narrowed your eyes at him, one day you’ll get back at him.

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just-jordie-things · 2 years

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the koi pond - fushiguro megumi

word count: 4.6k warnings: i think just swearing summary: just a simple fic about megumi realizing he has more-than-friendly feelings for his partner in curse fighting :) more info: characters are aged up ___

The lack of jujutsu sorcerers was usually a problem. It usually meant that assignments were spread thin between the available sorcerers, and depending on how far away the mission was, it could be days before you returned.

Okkotsu Yuuta, for example, had been gone for months. And there were still nights that (y/n) would wander into the common room to find the other upperclassmen gathered in a solemn silence.

So why the hell was this assignment a two-person requirement?

“I can feel you’re brooding from here,”

A voice drew (y/n) from her irritated mess of thoughts, and she raised her head from where she’d chosen to follow a butterfly in the field rather than help her partner with their assignment.

Megumi’s got his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, and as usual he’s giving her that look she despises. It was just so neutral- as though there wasn’t a single feeling within him.

Of course she knew this wasn’t true, and that’s what made him so interesting.

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Come on, I think it’s this way” He tosses his head in the other direction, beckoning her to follow him, and with a sigh, she does.

“You must think this is ridiculous, too,” She says quietly, while her eyes survey the high school students in the courtyard.

For a minute she gets lost in them the same way she had the butterfly. All lost in their own little worlds. Her heart sinks.

“It’s just one finger” She finishes her thought moments later, but Megumi doesn’t comment on her delay.

“You know Gojo Sensei favors you. He just wants to mess with me” He replies.

It’s a half truth, which is as much of a lie as Megumi’s capable of telling. Well, as much of a lie as he’s capable of getting away with. (y/n) had a pretty airtight bullshit meter.

“You’re lying” She scoffs out.

But from the corner of his eye, he can see the tension she’d been carrying had disappeared. He smiles to himself.

“I don’t mind that we’re both here” He tells her.

As usual, she’s annoyed that when she glances up at him, he’s making that stupid face. Just once she’d like to get a read on him.

It’s always just been the two of them in their year. And even over the last four months, there wasn’t any word on any other sorcerers enrolling. So as far as (y/n) could tell, it was only going to be them, for a long time.

And despite his quirks, which she’s grown used to by now, she had grown quite fond of Fushiguro Megumi. His ability to keep cool in tense situations, and his strength and persistence were all very inspiring to her. She hoped that she could learn to be the sorcerer he is.

“Aw, Megumi,” She picks up a teasing tone as she bumps her elbow into his, batting her eyelashes when he looks down at her again. “You gettin’ soft on me?”

With a gentle hand he shoves her off of him, but it only made (y/n) burst into a fit of laughter. Megumi had to fight the urge to look her way so that she wouldn’t notice the color in his face.

“Let’s just finish this dumb assignment. Looks like it’s-”

As he raises his hand to point in the direction of the coordinates he’d been sent, a commotion caught both his and (y/n’s) attention, and the both of them were swiveling in the direction of the hollering and cheering students.

“Let’s go check that out!” (y/n) spoke animatedly, taking off before Megumi could protest.

He could go off and collect the cursed item himself, and leave her to engage with the regular people like she always did.

But as he always did, he followed after her.

With his hands still in his pockets, Megumi leisurely made his way in the opposite direction of his- very simple- assignment, and found himself wondering just when it got this bad.

How long had it taken him to start following her instead of any direct order or instinct?

As he approaches where she’s standing at a fence, fingers hooked through the metal wires as she watches what seems to be shot put practice, with wide eyes.

In what world a bunch of average teenagers practicing an average sport was more interesting than exorcisizing curses, Megumi would never know.

After what happens next, Megumi thinks he might have to undergo a change of heart.

(y/n’s) jaw is nearly on the ground, her eyes trained on the sixteen pound ball that was still lodged in the frame of the soccer goal.

It seems that everyone around them were in the same state of shock.

And then all eyes were on the boy who threw it. With the sheepish grin and pink hair, you couldn’t miss him.

And that strength was no average teenager. ___

Hands over his eyes, Megumi winced as he let out a quiet groan, trying not to bring attention to himself even as he was growing more annoyed by the second.

His sensei was an idiot, he’d known that his whole life. But this was just a new low.

“Oh cheer up Megumi,” Gojo said with that stupid grin, before clapping his apprentice on the back.

Megumi dropped his hands so he could properly glare at the man, before turning his attention back towards the cause of his misery.

(y/n) had been showing Itadori around the place, getting him used to the campus as well as trying to be his friend.

“Now you don’t have to be so annoyed being partnered up together all the time” Gojo says, his grin subtly shifting into a smirk while he watches the ravenette narrow his eyes at the too friendly pair.

“I wasn’t annoyed about being partnered together all the time” Megumi grumbles back, his eyes never leaving his peers.

He seems funny. She sure is laughing a lot. Does she usually laugh this much? Is she just trying to be nice or is he really this funny?

Gojo hums, his grin returning as he pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head so he could fully take in the scene before him.

“Oh, young pupil, finally taking after the master and setting your sights on a lovely woman”

“You’ve never set your sights on one woman a day in your life” Megumi retorts.

Gojo only laughs, not taking an ounce of offense from the cold response. He was more amused by the pink in Megumi’s cheeks than anything else. He had been waiting quite a while for the young man to come around on his pent up feelings after all.

“The way I see it, you’ve got two options,” Gojo said, knocking his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. “You could keep it to yourself, and watch her while she shares her life with others. Or, you could tell her, and share your lives together”

Megumi turns to his sensei with furrowed brows.

“First of all, that was the worst advice I’ve ever heard,” He said in monotone. “And second of all, you’re wrong. I don’t- I don’t have like- feelings- or- or whatever- for (y/n). Itadori is just annoying. That’s it”

“Oh, alright then,” Gojo shrugs, but from the way his grin never falters, Megumi knows he doesn’t believe him. “Well, then there’s nothing to worry about I suppose”

There’s a pregnant pause as Megumi’s eyes shift to the commotion of (y/n) cheering loudly for something, before grabbing onto Yuji’s arm and tugging him after her back in the direction of the dorms.

It feels like there’s a fist around his heart, squeezing tightly.

“Right” He answers Gojo a few seconds too late to be remotely believable.

Gojo bids him a good night before heading off to whatever it was he did with his free time. Leaving Megumi alone in the courtyard before the koi pond.

He tries to remember when this suffocating feeling first settled into his chest. When he started to worry less about his own well being and worry more about making sure (y/n) was never knocked down for too long. Surely it hadn’t always been this way, there must have been a gradual build up?

Sitting before the hungry and impatient koi, his mind begins to overthink.

When (y/n) had been recruited those few months ago, he’d been hesitant, he remembers that much. He remembers not knowing what to expect having another sorcerer around to train with and study with and to pretty much spend his every day with. His grumpiness had quickly turned to anxiety.

What if they were annoying? What if they were unprepared? What if they didn’t like him? What if they hated each other?

But then (y/n) showed up, with her bright smile and warm personality. He remembered her handshake being warm, too. Warm and gentle, with no more urgency than she would give to picking out just the right croissant at the bakery in Tokyo they’d gone to together once- he remembered it taking her a few minutes to tell the cashier just which one looked the best.

She was everything he hadn’t prepared for. Funny and friendly and beautiful, the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. And that didn’t even begin to cover how good of a sorcerer she was. He could barely keep up with her in training, her stamina was off the charts.

(Sure, he could tell her to just train with Maki, since they’d probably be a better match. But that would be stupid of him, because then he wouldn’t get to see that token victory smile she wears every time she defeats her foe, curse or training partner)

And then it dawns on him, all too slow, but all at once.

He’d been in love with her this whole time, and he just hadn’t known it. ___

“This place is amazing,” Yuji declared, mouth stuffed full of the breakfast burrito he’d made for himself, even though it was well into the evening. “I mean, you’ve got it all!” He added, presenting the half-eaten burrito to (y/n) as if she hadn’t watched him make it just minutes ago.

She laughs, elated that he had settled in so easily to the place she called home. It was nice to have a new company, it wasn’t often that she got to meet new people, much less someone she shared any similarities with.

(Minus the whole harboring a very very evil curse inside of him, anyways)

“I’m glad you love it already,” She tells him as they begin to walk back through the dorms to go their separate ways. “I fell in love with this place really fast, too” She adds.

And maybe there’s a bit more softness to her voice as she says it, because Yuji notices the small change in demeanor almost instantly.

He doesn’t say anything, as he’s still new to it all and he doesn’t know everyone too well yet. But something tells him it has more to do with the other sorcerer with the crazy hair than it does with the killing evil spirits of it all.

So he decides to play his cards right and play dumb- that way he can gather more intel on what’s going on with the tension between his new classmates.

“Because of the burritos?” He asks, and they both burst into laughter again.

Wiping the tears of joy from her eyes, (y/n) nods.

“Of course, what else would it be?” She teases.

As they pass the main doors for the building, she notices one has been left ajar, and a stream of light spills down the stairs and faintly into the courtyard. It reaches far enough that she could just barely make out a familiar silhouette.

A curious look flickers over her features for a passing moment, but Yuji notices it quick enough to peek his head out the door. Sure enough there’s Megumi, sitting alone, a ways away by the koi pond.

“He sure likes fish, huh?” Itadori asks, making (y/n) snort.

“I’m gonna go give him some company,” She says, her voice taking that soft tone that he’d heard earlier. “But I’ll see you tomorrow for class?” She adds, giving him a smile and hoping he doesn’t start teasing her.

“Yeah, totally!” Yuji agreed. “Thanks for the tour!”

He heads off in the direction of his dorm with a wave, and (y/n) bids him goodnight.

Her voice echos just enough for the lonely boy outside to pick it up. He sits up straight immediately, turning his gaze away from the fish that seemed to be mocking him for the last hour, in the direction of where (y/n) was now heading down the stairs, and towards him.

Did his throat always close up when she was around?

She’d left the door ajar, so as she walked towards him there was a heavenly glow around her angelic figure. He wondered if she did this on purpose, if she was aware of the generous gift of beauty bestowed to her.

Did his hands always get clammy when she was around?

“Hey” Her voice was soft, but even from afar he could hear it.

“Hey” Megumi barely rasped out the single word.

As she closed the distance between them, he was able to notice that she had changed into a nightgown. He briefly wondered what time it was, if he had been out here too late. The thought disappeared from his mind as soon as she spoke again.

“Can I sit?”

She’s pointing to the space next to him, a hopeful smile on her face.

Megumi swallows before nodding. He pushes himself to the side to make space for her- an unnecessary adjustment, but she doesn’t comment on it, she simply lowers herself to the ground, happily filling the space beside him.

He feels like he should say something once she’s beside him. It’s quiet for a few beats, long enough that his overworked mind begins to think it’s been too long, and his anxiety begins to sink in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything” (y/n) voices before he can think of something to say.

“N-no!” He shouts, flushes, then tries again. “No,” He repeats, quieter, and (y/n) beams. “I was just… sitting”

It’s not a lie, he knows that. But still, it sounds like he’s lying right through his teeth.

“Okay, good,” (y/n) hums, bringing her attention back to the koi that were eagerly swimming before them. “They seem to enjoy your company” She comments, smiling as she dips her fingers into the surface of the water, a few of the fish brushing up against her, making her giggle.

“I guess” Megumi mutters, glaring down at the koi he had so blatantly assumed were laughing at his loneliness from under the surface.

“Who wouldn’t?” (y/n) tells him oh so sweetly.

As she turns to look up at him again, he quickly averts his gaze, feigning interest in the cuffed sleeve of the button down he was still wearing.

“Yuji seems to like you a lot,” She continues, her eyes also watching his fingers as he fiddles with his sleeve until the cuff comes unrolled, covering his forearm. “He asked about you a couple times”

“He seems to like you a lot too” Megumi retorts, but something in his tone is less than friendly, and (y/n’s) brows furrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The question comes out in a mumble, she can’t bring herself to take on a defensive tone.

Megumi’s eyes flicker between her and his sleeve for a brief moment, before he shakes his head.

“Nothing. He just seems to like you. That’s all”

It’s quiet for a minute. A long minute. Her eyes are boring into his, even as he begins to fidget with his other sleeve, he can feel her staring at him, waiting for something more, but it doesn’t come.

“I hate when you do that, you know”

His surprise when she speaks is evident as he looks up at her again, eyes slightly rounded and lips parted like he’s about to say something, but he falters for a moment before words come to mind.

“Do what?” He asked.

“That,” (y/n) replies, pointing directly at him. “That thing where- where you act like you don’t care, but I know you do- and I don’t understand why you’re bothering to lie about it”

“I’m not lying about anything” Megumi replied smoothly, dropping his hand from his sleeve.

(y/n) blinks, staring at him for a long moment before sighing softly.

She gets a little more comfortable, adjusting to sit with her legs crossed and the material of her nightgown pooled in her lap. She rests her elbow on her knee, and drops her head into her palm, gazing into the water with a sad look in her eye.

Did he always make her feel like this?

“I’m going to open up to you about something,” She declares, without looking at him. He doesn’t know what to say, so he simply nods his head.

Still, she pauses before speaking again.

“I never wanted any of this,” She begins, her free hand gesturing weakly to the area around them. “I didn’t want to be a sorcerer, I didn’t want to give up what little of a life I had to move here away from everything and everyone I knew. I didn’t want to spend every day training, I didn’t want to exorcize curses- in fact, when I first came here, I planned on running away,”

Megumi’s brows raise, surprised by this sudden bomb she’s chosen to drop on him. He wasn’t expecting it at all. She was such a talented sorcerer- brave and strong- she would have given up so much had she left it behind.

She looks over at him, a faint smile on her lips as her eyes wander lazily over his features. He looked shocked, as she expected.

But he also looked… pretty. The small patch of light that reflected off the water decorated his face beautifully. He looked like a painting.

“But then I got here…” She sighs out, eyes trailing down to the messed up sleeve on his right arm that he’d given up on unraveling. “And then I met you,”

His palms got that clammy, twitchy feeling again.

(y/n) leans off of her hand and more towards him, and his eyes widen at her closeness, following her every move, until her hands land on his arm, and gently she’s unrolling his sleeve for him, until it falls properly around his wrist.

“And I realized I wasn’t giving up anything at all,” She continues with her story, while Megumi watches as she buttons up the cuff of his sleeve so it stays secure at his wrist. “I didn’t have any friends at my old school, I didn’t participate in extracurriculars, or go out of my way to meet people at all. I was… bored, I guess,”

She brings her gaze back to his, happy to find that he holds eye contact with her.

“But you became my friend right away,” She says softly, whispered, like it was a secret between them. “You treated me like an equal, even though you were way out of my league,” She chuckles for a moment, “Still are” She adds in a murmur.

“That’s not true at all,” Megumi shakes his head, certain of himself. “You’re so much more-”

He knew what he was going to say, but then those damn (y/e/c) eyes are gazing into his again and not a single word at all comes to mind. He forgets to speak entirely, and so he sits there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes darting between hers like they’ll give him the answer he’s looking for.

A rosy color spreads across her cheeks and over her nose, and bashfully she drops her head, biting down on her lip to keep herself from giggling from the butterflies fluttering in her chest.

“Alright, I opened up to you,” She says, looking up at him again when she deems it safe to do so. “So, humor me, Megumi,”

She says his name and the stars in the sky are nothing compared to the stars behind his eyes.

“Tell me something I don’t know yet”

He swallows, and the hand that she has resting over his wrist suddenly makes his skin burn hot even though the material of his shirt.

Sure, it’s an easy enough question to answer. There’s plenty of things she doesn’t know about him, he wasn’t exactly an open book.

But he gets the feeling, deep in his chest, that when she’s looking into his eyes the way she is now, she’s not looking for him to tell her he actually prefers beef ramen to chicken.

Curiously, her head tilts to the side while she studies him. She had always naturally been very good at reading people. She could pinpoint an exact emotion from a mile away. But when it came to Megumi, it was like pulling teeth to try and figure out what was going through his head.

Right now was no different, she still struggled to read his expression. But there was something new there, behind the striking azure of his eyes, something… glimmered there. And she was dying to know what it was.

“Okay…” Megumi sighs out, and leans back with his palms on the ground to prop himself up. “You… you make me nervous. Most of the time. Maybe all of the time”

“Really?”

She’s grinning, from ear to ear, like it was the most exciting thing he could have shared. With furrowed brows, Megumi nods his head a little bit.

“Why?” She asks, a breathless laugh falling past her lips while she tries to rack her brain for any reason she could have given him for being wary around her.

“I don’t really know. You just do,” Megumi shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head back to trace the constellations with his eyes. “I guess it’s probably because no one’s ever been interested in me the way you are”

He doesn’t see it, but it makes her face heat up with a bright pink color.

She wants to tease him for it, playfully ask him what makes him think she was so interested in him, but she can’t bring herself to do it.

“Well that simply can’t be true” She hums to herself, but Megumi hears her perfectly clear.

He shakes his head in disbelief, before letting out a humorless laugh.

(y/n’s) brows fall to a furrow, confused, and somewhat hurt.

Did he really think so little of himself? Was he such a downer that he couldn’t even entertain the thought of anyone being interested in him? When here she was, trying to get a little closer to him day after day. And here she thought she’d made her interest clear, very clear.

Maybe he was more of an idiot than she thought.

“What are you laughing about?” She asks, her face pulling into a pout as she looks at him.

“You” He replies, still shaking his head.

“Well- well stop laughing! And stop shaking your head. You’re wrong”

She’s full on glaring at him now, while he laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world. And the longer she stares at him like that, the harder he laughs.

“Megumi! Cut it out already!” She has to shout over his laughter, and it hits her then that she doesn’t think she’s ever seen him laugh this much.

It’d be cute, if she wasn’t so annoyed.

“What?” He asked through his cackles. “You’re the one that wanted a little quid pro quo. I’m sorry that it’s not what you wanted to hear but-”

“No, Megumi, that’s not what this is about. I don’t care that I make you nervous- I mean I’m a little flattered- that’s besides the point- but I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that!”

She swats his arm for emphasis. Megumi gives her an incredulous look.

He’d never seen her worked up like this before. It was pretty cute.

“That didn’t hurt” He monotones.

“If I was trying to hurt you, you’d be at the bottom of that koi pond” (y/n) mutters back.

“I believe you” Megumi chuckles.

“But you don’t,” She argues, her voice lowering from it’s dramatic volume. “I’m trying to tell you that you’re important to me, and a lot of other people, and you’re not taking me seriously,”

He blinks, taken aback by the genuity in her features. Her eyes were boring into his. It would have been unsettling, but her eyes were so pretty-

“You’re too hard on yourself, you know?”

Her voice has grown soft, but she doesn’t sound any less sincere. If anything, she’s completely captured his attention.

“And that’s good sometimes, it’s good to push yourself when you need it but… but sometimes you need to take it easy and accept it when people want…”

She trails off, and her eyes fall away, hoping the koi would give her the right words so she wouldn’t embarrass herself.

“When people want what?” Megumi asked.

“When people… want to… be close to you” She finishes her thought slowly, her teeth gnawing into her lip as she waits for his teasing to start.

It takes a minute or two for Megumi to process, while (y/n) fidgets and stares down at the fish, who had seemingly become bored of this conversation.

Screw you, koi. I’m trying to pour my heart out here.

“You don’t think you’re close to me?”

Her head shoots back up to look at him.

“No- I mean- I know we’re friends but-”

“(y/n), you’re my favorite person, probably ever,” He cuts off her stammering, rather effectively.

Her cheeks flush with pink again.

“I know I don’t, uh, show it well, but you are, I guess I thought you’d at least know that,” He explains.

Now her heart’s melting.

“You’re very close to me. I’m sorry it doesn’t feel like it”

And now she’s completely swooning.

“Oh, Megumi,” She grins, and leaps forward to throw her arms around his neck and hug him tightly.

He freezes, naturally, but after a moment he finds himself wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her back. Maybe even a little tighter than necessary.

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” She sighs into his ear. “I just hope you know how important you are to me, okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, you’re important to me too” He mumbled back.

(y/n) slipped out of his hold then, giving him a bright smile.

“I’m glad you let me talk to you about all this,” She said sheepishly. “And now we can talk to each other anytime, right?”

“Right,” Megumi agreed with a short nod. “Anytime”

“Okay, well, I’m gonna get to bed then, it’s late,” She sighed. “You should soon too”

“I will,” Megumi chuckled. “Are you going to start worrying over me now?”

He got a swat to the shoulder as she stood up.

“You’re not as cute when you’re trying to be a smartass,” She says, effectively making his whole face turn red. “G’night, Megumi”

He forces a smile as he bids her goodnight, and watches her retreat back to the dorms.

If Gojo were here, he’d surely call him a coward. But even though he didn’t tell her the full truth, he still feels good about their conversation. It’s hard to admit your feelings for someone, at least he was able to manage telling her what was really important. That she was important.

By the time he finally got up from his spot, glaring at the koi that teased him for being a wuss, he figured he’s going to have to do better, and work up the nerve to tell her how he really felt. ___

xoxo - jordie

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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his favorite cam girl.

synopsis: Toji as a fan of your sex channel and perverse videos.

# tags: scenario; fan-idol relation, i guess; sugar daddy or smth like that; cam girl!reader; holy smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sexual activities, sex cam, toys, masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, beg kink, boobs play, squirting, plug, slutty names & maybe more

includes: female reader ft. toji fushiguro {jjk}

music {click}

author’s note: amen.

Working on webcams was the most profitable and easiest source of income for you. With a few broadcasts a week, you were able to raise enough money to buy a small apartment with cash, as well as a new, small car. You didn’t have to deny yourself the pleasure of new clothes, underwear or cosmetics, and you could afford to go to a restaurant every week for your favorite food or even montly catering. You also saved some money for the future, and invested the rest in new equipment (camera, microphone and monitor) and toys that you needed for photos or videos for your other social media.

It was Friday evening; it was the perfect time to turn on the recording and say ‘Hello, everyone’ to people who in a short moment will be willing to give you their life savings just to see you having fun with yourself and to see your ass out for the camera. So you put on a comfortable outfit – a white lace underwear and a plug with a bunny tail. Additionally, you also wore a white mask on your face, which allowed you to hide your identity all these long months.

You turned on the stream and immediately almost a thousand people appeared on your broadcast. You’ve been pretty popular on this site and you’ve literally hit the TOP 10 this year. You greeted the viewers, turned on the music playlist and launched paid requests. Once you crossed your first cash threshold, you slowly warmed up, taking off your bra and turning to the camera to show off your bunny tail.

More money flowed into your piggy bank, and you slowly began to fulfill requests with high donate; you sat comfortably on your black chair and then spread your legs to expose your wet pussy. First you used your fingers, then added a small but pretty vibrator to your fun. The pink color reflected well in the camera, and hundreds of subsequent requests made your heart smile.

On the other side of the screen sat Toji, tired from the whole day’s work, who, seeing his favorite cam girl, smiled under his breath. His swollen dick begged to be freed from his dark pants and taken care of, but he stared at your naked body for a brief moment before unzipped his pants and sliding them down along with his black boxers. He gripped his huge and hard cock, then bit his lip as he watched you slowly touch your breasts, almost drooling at the pleasure you were giving yourself.

Toji would give anything and everything to be next to you and put his cock inside you and then fill you with his hot cum. He wanted to touch your pretty thighs, bite your nipples, kiss your lips (both, of course) hard and just fuck you until you passed out on that fucking chair.

Your fingers circled your clit quickly, and you closed your shiny eyes, occasionally moaning or glancing at the comments, reading some of them aloud. Toji decided to spice up your broadcast a bit and sent you 35,000 yen.

toji0: say my name and call me daddy so i’ll give you more, my little slut

You almost choked on your own saliva at the sight of a large number. Nevertheless, for such a sum of money, you immediately changed your position to a more comfortable one and reached for the dildo from the wooden desk. Toji smiled in satisfaction as your little pussy took a huge cream-colored cock inside. Almost as hard as his own.

“... O-Oh, daddy. It’s you, again.” You groaned almost choking. “Toji... I missed you so much.” You added with one eye open, and the man only squeezed his cock tighter, feeling his ball ache from denial his own orgasm. “Fuck me harder, daddy.”

You were like a smol snowflake melting in a hot pan. The floor below you was damn wet, and the chair cushion definitely needed wash after the live. Still, you continued, speeding up your hand movements. Your legs were shaking with pleasure.

toji0: good cumslut, you better start begging for more

Another fifty thousand yen landed in your account and you groaned louder; the hard blush on your cheeks matched your face perfectly. You should definitely contact this viewer and offer him a private live or Discord call for an additional fee. After all, ‘toji0’ has always generously rewarded your requests and has been a regular viewer of your channel.

“P-Please, ughh... Fill me with your cum, Toji.”

All the men (and a few women) on a live stream were burning with envy at the sight. Toji could boast of high earnings, so spending several thousand in one evening was nothing special for him. Others, unfortunately, were not so lucky in life and all they could offer was a pitiful thousand or five thousand yen. But he really was your biggest fan, so he thought you deserved all his money.

“Daddy, I want more.” You grunted with a slight smirk as you pulled the wet dildo out of your pussy. You lightly licked the tip of it, then touched your boobs and collarbones once more.

toji0: then you better stick that dick to the floor and jump on it screaming my name, fuckdoll

After seeing the amount of one hundred thousand yen, you almost squirted on the floor. You quickly replied to the anonymous viewer with a short ‘Yes, daddy’ and pinned the toy to a flat surface, before setting the camera to the right angle so that your favorite viewer had the best view of your bouncing tits and swollen pussy.

“Oh, Toji.” You grunted as your body devoured the entire toy. “D-Daddy, I want to ride you all night long so badly.” You said and somewhere in the back of your head you wondered what the stranger looks like.

You responded by moving your hips while touching your pussy with your right hand, and after a short while you cummed on the floor. Your clitoris was throbbing like crazy and you were having a hard time catching your breath. Your cheeks were hot and your forehead was so sweaty. You really wanted to take off the mask, but you rejected the idea right away. Toji, on the other hand, messed up his thighs and shirt with satisfaction, breathing heavily.

However, that wasn’t the last command he gave you that night.

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isamoa · 4 months

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“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”

jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.

ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc

ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.

ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol

SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”

SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.

TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”

CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”

#my goofy ahh side coming out with the choso one #THIS TOOK FOREVER #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo smut #geto x reader #geto smut #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk scenarios #jjk x reader #jjk men x reader #jjk smut #isamoa #jujutsu kaisen smut

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yuwuta · 3 months

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friends with benefits with nanami wouldn’t work because he would think you deserve better. you think your arrangement is going well, kento has never complained before, and you’re certainly more than satisfied in bed. he’s handsome, strong, kind, generous with aftercare, and really fucking good with his mouth, so there are no complaints on your end. which is why it’s such a surprise to you when kento confesses that he doesn’t like the way he’s been treating you, and no matter how much you insist that it’s fine, and reassure him that he treats you more than well enough, he refuses.

“but kento, i’m okay with this,” you attempt to convince him that hooking up is enough—he doesn’t need to feel like he has to do more for you, “you’re good to me, and not just in bed. please don’t feel like you owe me more.”

“you deserve something proper,” he’s adamant, shaking his head, “you deserve more than convenient sex.”

“but what if this is all i want?” you can’t help but to tease him. he looks awfully cute with his arms crossed, respectful refusal written all over his face, “i think eating me out on a weekly basis is quite enough, it would just be greedy for me to ask for more, don’t you think?”

your jokes don’t amuse him, but his expression keeps you giggling. still, nanami sighs, and grumbles, “you should want more. it’s not greedy.”

“kento, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re telling me to raise my standards.”

he blinks, cheeks pink with irritation and eyes hollow with tiredness. you push every single one of his buttons and he doesn’t know why, but he would never stop you. maybe that’s where this impeding guilt is coming from—kento likes you, and he doesn’t enjoy feeling like he’s using you, even if you get to use him in return. he doesn’t want your relationship to be transactional, and he doesn’t like that you think such a relationship is okay.

because, guilt aside, kento knows he wants more of you; he wants all of you. and even if you don’t want him back, he thinks you should know that you’re worth having all of, and nothing less.

“maybe i am,” he settles, “you are worth more than an occasional hookup. you should be treated better than this, and i am sorry that i have let it go on for this long.”

“this is ridiculous—you’re nothing but good to me! and i like having sex with you. if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, that’s fine, but—”

“i didn’t say that,” he interrupts.

“so… you do wanna keep sleeping with me?”

“yes. but we should go on a date before we continue.”

“but what if our date is terrible. do we still get to have post-first date sex?”

he shakes his head, stepping closer to you and holding your forearms before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “i don’t put out on the first date.”

you scoff, taking a half-step closer, snaking your arms around his torso, and grinning up at him, “what a prude.”

at that he smiles, before bending his neck to indulge you in one last kiss. “i’ll pick you up at seven.”

#kento nanami........ the man that you are #you really could be having perfectly good mind blowing mutually agreed upon fwb sex and he'd be like... no. we're gonna have to date #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #kento x reader #nanami smut #nanami fluff #nanami x you #💌.kento

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sugume · 3 months

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HELL BENT — RYOMEN SUKUNA

✧･ﾟ The Incubus King finally claims his intended.

( TW ) f!reader, incubus king!Sukuna, major size difference (Sukuna’s 8ft tall!), harem, group sex, fingering, cunnilingus, biting, rough sex, bleeding, forked tongues, cervix fucking, mating bonds, reader goes in some type of ‘heat’, explicit content.

word count - > 1.5k

author's note: PLS don’t take this seriously Idek what this is!! unedited + I'm trying a new writing style

Can’t stop thinking about Incubus king!Sukuna who finally finds his intended after centuries of looking. Who finds her in a place he never thought to check, the human realm. Who he kidnaps and brings down to his realm, telling you how you are to be his queen and rule his subjects alongside him. You have a mental breakdown your first week. The change of scenery, coming to terms that this is real, the differences between you and Sukuna’s species he calls Incubus. You’ve heard of them before, but you didn't think they were real—who did? They’re eight feet tall, winged creatures who liked to fuck 24/7. Half of them roam around naked and you can’t turn a hallway without catching two or more in sexual activities. So, hearing that you're some type of ‘mate’ to the king of the creatures? You think you’re dreaming. Sukuna brings you food every day and talks about how the mating bond has been activated now. How the several next week's you’re going to be restless until he ruts and claims you.

You scream and cry how this is his fault. He leans over the buffet of food and smacks your thigh with a grumble. You refuse to speak to him for the rest of the night even when he undresses and washes you. Making crude comments like how he can’t wait to breed your human body full of his offsprings. Sukana who doesn’t have the time for your refusal to talk to him for he has a kingdom to run, so he drops you off to a group of naked, pierced women who he calls his harem. He gently pushes you into one of the tall women before telling her to take care of you or else.

You can’t find it in your to be jealous of the women for being his ‘harem.’ You don’t even like Sukuna right now and the women, they’re so kind and mature that you would much rather spend your days lazing around with them than sitting on Sukuna’s lap while he laughs at his people who come to him with misfortunes. His harem teaches you all about their lands, how sex isn’t taboo instead something they need just like oxygen is to humans. How when they fuck, they release some type of energy that’s built up in their body that causes their kind to go insane and terrorize the human realm.

Sukuna’s harem who are utterly obsessed with how small you are compared to them. They used to spend their days lying around on rich cushions and blankets waiting for Sukuna but even they got bored of him—if it were up to them, they’d lock him in their room and never let him out. His harem who was supposed to be teaching you more about their king but instead chose to spend their days lazily eating you out with their long-forked tongues and fucking you dumb with their big fingers. They make you suckle their breasts and grind on their faces. They’re so gentle after, hissing at each other when one speaks too loudly after you had fallen asleep, washing your body clean, wrapping you in the softest blankets to carry you back over to your room with Sukuna. Some days they happen to catch Sukuna in his room, and they smirk and giggle when they see his jealous face. They take it as the highest compliment their queen has decided to lie with them before the king.

Incubus king!Sukuna who feels the mating bond grow stronger with every second you're in his castle. He feels himself shifting. He unable to stay away for long periods of time. He forces you to bathe with him before making you sit on his throne with him while he talks to irrelevant people, his hard cock jumping every time you move. You want to get away, moaning and grumbling how his you want to go play with his harem, it’s uncomfortable sitting on muscular thighs for hours while listening to him talk in several languages you don’t understand to people you don’t know. Sukuna who hisses and grumbles at you before going back to his subjects who kneel at the bottom of his obsidian throne.

Throughout the week you can’t help but get hornier and hornier until your unable to walk without liquids dripping down your thighs and wetting your skirts. Despite Sukuna's harem playing with you can’t help but plead and cry for him. You barely know the man but your body aches for him, for his cock, his bond. Sukuna who finally comes to see you one day. Who picks you up to set you up top of the cushions so you can watch him fuck his harem. He does everything he could think to the women, he wants to see what makes you twitch and ache and cry. By the time he’s done—hours later—you’re in a puddle of slick panting and crying how you want him. He doesn’t take you though, he can smell that you aren’t ready for him just yet, and he can’t risk injuring his mate who he’s searched for centuries. He won’t allow himself to bring you any harm, so he just holds you in his lap and makes his harem play with you until you pass out.

Sukuna whose balls deep in one of his women when he sniffs that air and smells the scent change in you. The women he’s fucking laughs when he yanks himself out of her and goes to you. He picks you up from the drenched cushion you're sitting on. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob and the feeling of his body. You try to wrap your legs around his huge frame but you’re too tired, so they just hang as he walks you back to your room, your thighs rubbing against his cock. Sukuna lays you down on the huge bed before ripping your silky dress and ding his head in between your legs. He brings you to several orgasm, but his mouth and forked tongue isn't what you want. You want his cock. You want him to fuck you pregnant while he bites you and claims you as his. You scream and kick and pull and at the pair of horns on top his head, but he just shushes you before going back to eating you out.

Sukuna finally deems you ready to take his cock but before he kisses and drags his teeth all over your body. He suckles at your breast, commenting on how you’ll be feeding him with said breasts soon. You cry out when he finally turns you ass up. You don’t even think about how much bigger he is than you, how his cock might not fit inside. Sukuna pushes your head into the blankets, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it over your pussy. You scream at him, but he ignores you enjoying the sight of your pussy against his too big cock. When he finally pushes into you scream into the pillow. You scream for more, for him to slow down, for him to breed you, for him to fuck you harder, for him to stop and let you catch a break. He’s too out of it to listen. He never knew what it would feel like to claim a mate but this? If he had any doubt the little human underneath his wasn’t his, he didn’t now. He finally felt whole. He felt your essence flowing into him, making him stronger, more aware, if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel your emotions and hear your thoughts. He fucked your impossibly harder.

Sukuna leans down and whispers for you to open, and let him in. You don’t understand what he's talking about until his cock shoots some warm liquids and you feel your cervix open. It hurts so good when he pushes deeper into you. You orgasm again before he releases his seed into you. The tension leaves your body at the feeling of his seed rushing to your womb. You’re about to succumb to the sleepiness before Sukuna jolts you awake saying this is just the beginning.

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animeficsworld · 8 months

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Moving on From the Past

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: Geto Suguru, the boy you always thought you would marry, until he betrayed you.

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You didn't want to believe it when Gojo told you what happened.

The love of your life... became a murderer of the innocent.

You felt sick to your stomach.

Then, Gojo returned.

"I couldn't do it." he said, knowing what he meant, you could only nod.

"He betrayed us, he wants a world where only Jujutsu sorcerers live? Madness." you said as you looked out the window.

When you looked back at Gojo you could see the hurt in his eyes, you moved to give him a hug.

--- 11 years later ---

"I always wondered what happened to you." The voice behind you nearly made you drop the groceries.

You knew who it was. You didn't need to look.

"What do you want, Geto?"

"Oh? No, Sugu-chan?"

"You lost that privilege." you said coldly before you turned and looked at him.

"How cold Y/N-chan."

"What do you want?" he took a step closer to you.

"I missed you." he said but you knew better than to believe his delusions.

"You left me, you don't get to miss me."

"I wanted to get you, to have you again like I did. It is all I dream about. A world for us."

"This could have been the world for us but you betrayed me. I moved on, like you did."

This is when Suguru noticed the gold band on your finger.

"You are married." he honestly didn't expect that. You always said how he was the only one you ever loved.

You started to walk and he followed you. You stopped and turned to him.

"Leave, Geto. Leave before it's too late." but it already was. You heard the familiar music and Geto realized, you stopped at a kindergarten, he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.

"Mama!!!" a young child rushed over to you as Geto could only watch, you smiled at the child as you lifted him up into your arms.

Suguru felt anger fill him, and after the child looked at him, he felt empty.

Those blue eyes. He knew those too well.

"Satoru." he whispered under his breath.

Sensing his anger, you quickly started walking back home.

This is exactly what you feared.

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You washed all the clothes and started hanging them outside to dry.

You heard the door behind you open and soon a pair of arms moved around you.

"Why are you so stressed? Our baby said you ran home with him when he wanted to get ice cream."

"I-I met with Suguru today. He showed up when I was on my way to the kindergarten." You moved to turn around in his arms and looked at him, you lifted your hand and pulled off the bandage from his eyes, looking at the same blues that your son had. "He saw..."

"Then he will stay here and so will you. Who knows what his jealousy might bring upon us. You and our son will stay here, protected." you nodded.

"Do you really think Geto might hurt him?"

"I don't know. The Geto we knew wouldn't but he changed. I won't take chances when it comes to you." you nodded once more, completely understanding his reasoning, you hugged him as his arms moved around you, holding you tight.

"I love you, Sato-chan." you heard and felt him laugh a little.

"I love you too." he placed a kiss onto your head.

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Everything was on fire.

"I will kill him!" Geto said for the millionth time. "He took her from me! Married her and they have a kid! I will kill them all. They betrayed me!" his accomplices could only watch from a distance as Suguru made his newest plan.

"I will end the Gojo clan once and for all!" he yelled, a dangerous fire behind his eyes.

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celestie0 · 1 month

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question to consider

what if sukuna stepped on a lego and died. what then? will it finally be over.

#and who will be the lego #sukuna x lego #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen scenario #sukuna x reader

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bas-writes · 6 months

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nonsexual acts of intimacy ↬ finding the other wearing their clothes

❧ ino takuma x gn!reader | cw: domestic fluff, established relationship ❧

"Have you seen my—"

Ino freezes mid-step when he realizes what he is looking at. It feels weirdly…inappropriate to see you like this, wearing nothing but the hoodie he's been looking for. He's like an intruder amid your little morning serenity, with a cup of warm drink in your hand and bread in a toaster. Your hair is disheveled and face you turn to him: as sleepy as it can be at six in the morning in the narrow kitchen, under the dim light of an old ceiling lamp.

Then, a shame scratches at the back of his head. It's not a fresh hoodie; he returned home late and found power to only hang it on a chair to "air it out" instead of running a quick laundry. Fate knows how much he had been running that day, sweating buckets and soaking in the city's stench. It just…can't smell good—and you're wearing it, snuggled cozy, balancing on one foot to warm the other against your calf, your favorite mug enveloped by your hands…

"Seen what?" Your voice is raspy and louder than a whisper only just a little. You squint your eyes and tilt your head to the side to avoid the direct light—and Ino's heart melts at how cute you look right now. All his qualms fade when his chest fills with mushy warmth; he doesn't feel awkward or ashamed anymore, just sweetened and weak, and weirdly needy of your touch.

He wants to have you in his arms again, the same way as he cradled you in your shared bed, so happy and relieved to live through another day, to yet again be blessed with sneaking to rest by your side and listen to your calm breath.

"Mmm, nothing." He approaches close and wraps his arms around you, waiting just a moment for you to put the mug on the counter and climb next to it.

Ino likes to cuddle with your head resting on his chest—but never misses on an opportunity for the opposite. He brushes lips against your neck and lingers for longer in its crook, to breathe the intimate smell of sheets and your skin before the morning shower. But soon enough he trails lower and nuzzles to your chest, into your warmth and the steady sound of your heartbeat.

You run fingers through his hair, gathering it to the back and exposing his scar, which you soon trace with a thumb, "We need to get you to a hairdresser."

He nearly purrs, then giggles when you wrap legs around him, your cold feet brushing against his bare calves, "Thought you liked me with longer hair?"

"You can barely see."

When you let his strands fall free again, they indeed block the majority of Ino's vision, or rather of its field already restricted by your chest and folds of the hoodie. But he sees your half-lidded eyes and warm love in them, a little droplet of drool dried at the corner of your lips, and all the wrinkles and nooks that make your face so familiar and special.

He has never felt more in love before than in this split moment of early and dark autumn morning in the middle of the kitchen of a little rented apartment on the outskirts of Tokyo, "I have everything I need to see right here."

a/n: trying to get myself back into writing with the power of fluff and autumnal yearning for touch. i hope to run through the whole list eventually and before the time for winter comes! this one with dedication to @mirkaaaluv 'cause she really helped me develop a soft spot for ino ❤

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ino takuma x reader #ino takuma x you #ino takuma x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen scenario #jjk scenario #bas writes #jjk #ino takuma #gender neutral reader

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yuutx · 8 days

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ? 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒮𝒰𝒦𝒰𝒩𝒜 𝑅𝒴𝒪𝑀𝐸𝒩)

sukuna ryōmen x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ rough sex ﾉ reader is in heat ﾉ huge size kink ﾉ creampie ﾉ slight tit play ﾉ slight dacryphilia ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ sukuna calls you 'mama' ﾉ mentions of having a baby ﾉ vaginal fingering ﾉ dildo ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮Ꮚ ◞ ก ꒱১

never written 4 'kuna b4 ,, i had this on hold 4 a while, was jus . . rottin in my drafts 4 liek . . weeks . soooo i figured i shld finally finish it ! ^^ art credits go 2 @/NC9__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

You couldn't stop panting, the air around you humid and thick, heavy with the scent of your arousal. It was hard to concentrate, your mind foggy, your thoughts jumbled, your body overheating. Your skin was tingling, your stomach twisting in knots, a dull ache in your core. You were laying on your side, your body curled up, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. The soft cotton of your shirt rubbed against your sensitive nipples, the friction causing a spark of pleasure to run through your veins, the muscles in your abdomen clenching, a moan slipping past your lips. Slick ran down your thighs as you squirmed, the girthy base of the toy buried inside of you making it impossible to move too much. Your walls were already fluttering around it, the stretch burning, your clit throbbing with every beat of your heart.

A low, guttural groan rumbled through the air, the bed dipping as the weight shifted, the mattress squeaking as Sukuna's large body moved closer. A rough, calloused hand cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, causing you to whimper. "What's the matter, hm?" Sukuna's deep voice asked, his other hand sliding down the side of your leg, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You whined, rolling over onto your back, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your legs spread wider, exposing your dripping cunt, the tip of the toy poking out from between your folds. "R-ryyyooo.." You gasped, grabbing his arm, tugging on it, pulling him down until he was hovering above you. Your back arched, your breasts pressing against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his skin. "N-need you.." You whispered, pressing your face against his neck, nuzzling it, inhaling deeply. "Mmmh, please, please.." You begged, your teeth grazing over his pulse, nipping at his skin, tasting his sweat. "I-I can't wait anymore, I can't.." Sukuna's cock twitched at the desperate tone in your voice, his lips curling into a smirk. "M-maki-ing me wait… s' not fair.."

"You've waited this long, what's a little longer, angel?" He cooed, one hand moving down to stroke your inner thigh, the other gripping your chin, tilting it up so you were looking him in the eyes. Your lower lip quivered, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, the ache in your core intensifying, the scent of his arousal overwhelming. "Please.." You pleaded, tears spilling from your eyes, your pussy clenching around the dildo inside you, your legs trembling. "D-dont want thi-this stupid thing.." You whined, reaching down and tugging on the end of the toy, the base stretching your entrance before popping out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

"Poor girl, so needy, so desperate.. ya just can't get enough, can you?" Sukuna growled, his hand moving to the back of your neck, squeezing it, his thumb brushing over your racing pulse. You bit your lip, shaking your head, a quiet moan slipping from between your lips. "C-can't.." You replied, squirming, your hips bucking. "Y-you do this to me.. only you.. y-your fault.. y-you made me like this.." You whimpered, grabbing his hand and guiding it between your legs, your eyes fluttering shut as he ran his fingers through your folds, rubbing circles on your clit. "Y-you make me wan-want this, need this.. make me crave your cock.. s-so big.. fill me up so good.." You mumbled, grinding against his hand, the pressure on your swollen bundle of nerves making your toes curl. "I-I can't- can't ever get enough.." You gasped, crying out when Sukuna's finger slid inside of you, the digit moving in and out, thrusting into you, making you mewl. Your cunt squeezed around it, a familiar pressure building in the pit of your stomach, your walls fluttering around his finger. "P-please, please.." You panted, writhing beneath him, your body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Please, need more..n-need more..need you..inside me.." Your words trailed off into a strangled cry when Sukuna pushed another finger into you, a loud squelch filling the room, arousal oozing out of your cunt, coating his hand.

Sukuna's pupils dilated, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, his breathing becoming ragged, his nostrils flaring. He pulled his fingers out of you, grabbing the dildo and tossing it off the bed, the pathetic replacement for his cock landing with a thud on the floor. His gaze dropped down, his tongue swiping over his lips as he watched your hole twitch, the rim puffy and red. "Fucking gorgeous.." He breathed, his hands moving to the front of his boxers, shoving them down, freeing his erection. Venous, thick, throbbing, his cock was a beautiful sight, the tip shiny with precum. "Open up, angel." He said, grabbing your thighs, spreading your legs wide open, pushing them back until they were pressed against your chest, your pussy on full display. Sukuna held onto the backs of your knees, lining the tip of his cock up with your dripping entrance. You gasped, your nails clawing at his biceps, a desperate sob escaping you when he pressed forward, the head of his cock pushing into you, stretching you open, velvety smooth heat enveloping him.

Your back arched, the breath knocked out of you, your body seizing up as the pain from being filled by his huge cock radiated through you. Sukuna bottomed out, the thickest part of his length buried deep inside you, his balls pressed against your ass. Your walls rippled around him, a visible bulge displaying the outline of his cock on your stomach. You whimpered, trembling, fat tears running down the sides of your face, your body struggling to accommodate his size. "Y-you're so big, Ryo, s-so big..!" You sobbed, the burning stretch too much, the pressure too intense, your mind fogging over, a primal urge taking over, urging you to submit to him, to let him use you, to take everything he had to give. "S-so full..I-I'm g-gonna breaaakk!" A crackle of pure pleasure raced up your spine, stars dancing in your vision. Though it definitely hurt, it was a good pain, an addictive sensation that sent your head spinning, leaving you craving more, craving the blissful release of a powerful orgasm.

"Yer not gonna break. I'm gonna take care of you, sweetheart, don't you worry about a thing.." Sukuna purred, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. "Just relax, that's it, take a deep breath.. Ryo's gonna make ya a mess, baby." His crimson eyes glimmered with excitement, his teeth bared, his expression animalistic, almost feral. A deep, possessive rumble vibrated in his chest, a carnal desire coursing through his veins, his mind hazy, his control slipping like it always did whenever you were in heat. His hips pulled back, his cock sliding out of you halfway before thrusting back in, his movements slow and steady. The pain slowly subsided, the burning fading into an exquisite sensation, euphoria rushing through your veins. "O-oh-! Nnngh-ahhh, ahh, R-Ry-yo..!" The rapid movement of his hips forced you up the bed, the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly as your bodies rocked together, the wet sounds of sex filling the room. You were delirious, a constant stream of moans pouring from your mouth, drool leaking from the corner of your lips, your body moving in tandem with his. "Fuckin' perfect, mama, so fucking perfect, ya feel so fuckin' good.. fuckin' hell.." He moaned, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze locked on you. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him either, his beauty captivating you, your heart skipping a beat every time his cock plunged into you. "I-I l-love y-yooouu.." You whispered, a choked cry leaving your throat when his tip rubbed against your g-spot, sending a shockwave through your system, pleasure exploding in your brain.

You were lost in the ecstasy, the intensity of it all driving you mad, your thoughts scattered. You felt feverish, delirious, dizzy, drunk off of the way he fucked you, the way he took complete control. "I love you, too, angel.. so fucking much.. ya make me so fuckin' happy, yer mine, all mine.." His nails scraped against your skin, the pain bringing you back down to reality. You nodded weakly, your cunt clamping down on him, your whole body going rigid, your toes curling. "O-oh, Ryo-o..I-I'm..I'm-! S-so close, m'so-oo, m'close..m'gonna-a-ah!" Your orgasm was building fast, a coil of pleasure winding tightly in the pit of your stomach. "S-so c-c-close..p-pleasepleasepleasepleaaaase.." You couldn't help but plead and beg, needing that extra push, that final little thing to send you careening over the edge. "G-gonna c-cu-u-m.." Sukuna smirked, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, more precise. "M'sure ya are, mama.." He teased, his hand leaving your thigh and sliding up your stomach, his palm cupping your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple. You yelped, your whole body shaking, a high pitched whine coming out of you when his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up your throat. "M'gonna cum, too, sweetheart. Gonna pump ya full of my seed, knock ya up, breed ya till yer round.." He growled, his breath hot against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "S-shit..m'so fuckin' close, angel.."

You keened, his words making the tension in your abdomen snap, your walls clenching, convulsing, milking his cock as your orgasm hit. "O-ohhh, o-oh god..! Ry-yo-oo.. f-fuck, fuck, fuccckk..!!" Your back arched, your legs locking around his waist, your heels digging into his back. A loud, guttural roar ripped from his throat as he came, his cock pulsating, hot sticky cum flooding your insides. The feeling of his seed spilling inside you sent a thrill down your spine, the knowledge that he had bred you making you feel satisfied and content. You slumped against the pillows, panting heavily, the aftershocks of your orgasm still tingling through your body, a few whimpers leaving you. Sukuna's thrusts slowed to a halt, his hips stilling as he rode out his high, his grip on you loosening. His cock slipped out of you, the head of it resting against your pussy lips. Your mixed fluids spilled out of you, coating the insides of your thighs, creating a puddle beneath you. Sukuna pressed his forehead against yours, a small smile forming on his lips, his crimson eyes twinkling. He placed a soft kiss to your lips, his nose bumping against yours. "Love ya, mama.." He mumbled, his voice hoarse, his hands caressing your thighs, soothing the sore muscles. "Our baby's gonna be so beautiful.. just like its mother.."

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ieirism · 7 months

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crybaby.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

setting: modern au

genre: smut and fluff

contains: brother’s best friend gojo, protective older brother geto, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), unprotected sex, slightly mean gojo (but he ends up soft and sweet, I promise), dirty talk, overstimulation, mutual pining, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), cheesy and happy ending <3

summary: satoru had promised suguru that there'd be no funny business while he takes care of his heartbroken baby sister... but he's never been the greatest at keeping promises.

“Stop being so mean to her, Satoru.” Satoru looks over at his best friend, who's clicking his tongue in disapproval, with a nonchalant grin.

“Not my fault she’s such a crybaby, Suguru.”

“Come on.” Suguru shoots him a warning look. “That’s my little sister you're talking about.”

“Hey, hey,” Satoru laughs, raising his hands in mock defense. “You gotta teach her how to grow thicker skin. Not my problem.”

“Every time you come over, she ends up crying.” The black-haired man sighs. “Don’t be a jerk just for one moment, won’t you?”

“Mmh, no promises.” Satoru grins. Sue him, he’s simply too addicted to the way your face scrunches up indignantly whenever he teases you, the futile yet endearing clenching of your small fists at your side, and most of all, the uncontrollable blubbers that leave your lips as tears roll down your cheeks.

Years later, you’re still the same. Just a little crybaby coming apart at the seams, completely at Gojo Satoru’s mercy.

“S-Satoru…” The high-pitched whine of his name only elicits a laugh from the man between your legs, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

“Baby, you gotta stop movin’ so much.” Satoru’s large hands grip your thighs, holding them firmly in place as he continues to feast on your dripping pussy. “Gotta let me eat you properly.” He punctuates his point with a loud suck on your clit that has you mewling and twitching under his hold.

“T-Too much!” You sob, hands curling into the silky white stands on his head, tugging uselessly. “S’too much, S-Satoru…”

“You wanna take my cock later, princess?” He hums against your cunt, licking a hot stripe up your slit, chuckling as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His gaze lazily travels upwards, greeted with the sight of you nodding furiously as tears stream down your cheeks.

“Yes,” you plead with wide, teary eyes. “N-need you.” Satoru smirks.

“Then be a good girl and let me prep you,” he coos, before diving right back between your folds, enjoying the broken sob that leaves your lips as he draws zigzags across your swollen clit.

“I really don’t understand you,” Suguru bristles, frustration evident by the way his eyebrows furrow as he eyes Satoru.

“Hmm?” Satoru looks at him with feigned innocence. “Whatever could you be talking about, dear Suguru?”

“You’re unbelievable.” He sighs. “Those gifts you bought her… they’re worth almost a million yen. What the hell is wrong with you, really.”

“Well, you told me I made her cry.” The white-haired man shrugged. “I had to make up for it, didn’t I?” Suguru squints suspiciously, at a brief loss for words.

“...You are not normal,” he finally scoffs.

“Of course not,” Satoru agrees, unfazed.

“You can’t keep doing this. You’re gonna end up spoiling her.”

“And what’s so bad about that?”

“Gimme another one, baby.” He’s faintly aware that if he makes you cum again, you really might pass out. However, he can’t really bring himself to be too concerned about that, not when he’s quickly becoming addicted to the taste of your dripping cunt and cries of pleasure.

“C-Can’t, I can’t — “ You sob, entire body shaking around his mouth; you’re so sensitive.

“You can,” he insists between hungry slurps, not letting any of your arousal go to waste. “Fuck…” You’re so sweet. Just how did he survive this long without having a taste of you?

“Please…” You’re still shy, trying your best to stifle your cries even as they fall in a steady stream from your trembling lips. Each loud squelch of your sopping pussy still has you cringing a little, not to mention the embarrassment that washes over you every time you catch a glimpse of your juices all over Satoru’s face.

“Don’t hold back anymore, sweetheart.” He reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your mouth even as you blubber out a weak protest. “Wanna hear you this time, say it loud. Say my name when you cum.” One more combined thrust of his fingers, deep into your hole with a flick of his tongue across your clit has you creaming on his lips for the fourth time.

“S-Satoru!” You’re unable to control the beautifully loud whine of his name as Satoru greets your orgasm eagerly, savoring every last drop of your release on his tongue.

“You made her cry again.” Suguru says, rolling his eyes as he approaches his best friend at their meeting spot.

“Huh?” Satoru raises a brow. “Haven’t even seen her since two weeks ago. What’d I do?”

“She’s sad you’re moving away.” Suguru tuts. “Can’t imagine why. Probably because she won’t be able to use you for your wallet anymore.”

“You implyin’ I’m just a wallet to her?” Satoru exclaims, a little offended. The black-haired man shoots him a deadpan glare.

“You know you’re not. But even you’re not enough of an asshole to use that against her.”

“It’s just college,” Satoru muses. “Kid thinks I won’t be back for her?”

“In two years she’ll be going off to college too.” Suguru shrugs. “She’ll get over you.”

“What a cruel thing to say.” Satoru laughs it off, ignoring the small flicker of jealousy that flares to life deep in his chest.

Satoru watches as your chest heaves up and down, in your effort to try to recover from the multiple orgasms he had just given you. You’re lying limp on your bed, unable to move save for the periodic twitching of your thighs.

“Sorry, princess, was that too much?” He’s teasing, but there’s a genuine edge of concern to his voice as he cups your cheek in his hand. You nod, a few tears falling down your face. “Aww, forgive me. You’ll forgive me, right?” In response, you tug weakly on his shirt collar, asking him to come closer. He relents, allowing you to drag him down towards you. Satoru’s about to ask what you need, before you suddenly tilt your head upwards to kiss him.

Satoru lets out a small noise of surprise as your soft lips press against his, hesitant at first, but deepening once your fingers find further purchase in his shirt, gripping tightly. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up into his lap.

You kiss him a little clumsily, still boneless from your release but Satoru doesn’t mind. Doesn’t mind at all, of course, when your lips are so soft against his, and he can swallow every quiet whimper that escapes you.

“Satoru…” Your voice is raspy and small, but your eyes are wild as you cling helplessly to him. “A-Am… Am I ready yet?” His jaw goes slack in awe at the adorable, troubled expression on your face. Your lips are swollen into a permanent pout now as you look up at him with those wide doe eyes that always had him weak.

“...Think you are,” he heaves, realizing that he’s just as fucked out as you are. It takes everything in him to hold back the urge to just take you.

“She’s grown up.” Satoru raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise at the pictures that Suguru shows him. Your family had recently gone on vacation, so Suguru had been gone for an entire week, leaving his best friend and roommate all alone.

“That’s what you’re looking at?” Suguru shoots him an annoyed look.

“Oh,” says Satoru, glancing back at the picture. “Uh, nice waterfall.”

“One of the seven natural wonders of the world and all you can see is my baby sister.” Suguru exhales deeply.

“What? You can’t blame me too much. Kid’s changed,” the white-haired man shoots defensively.

“She’s twenty, not sixteen anymore. Of course, she’s changed.” Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I know that, I just…” Satoru pauses, glancing back at the picture. You’re still tiny, only reaching up to your brother’s, and by extension his, chest. Your face has matured, though, baby fat gone from your cheeks. That didn’t stop you from being any less adorable, though — your smile is as radiant as ever. He can’t help but let a small smile of his own slip onto his face.

“Hopeless,” Suguru mutters in disbelief. “Hopeless, the both of you.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Satoru lets you unbutton his shirt, watching in amusement as your eyes narrow with focus as each button pops open, slowly revealing more and more of his skin.

“Um…” You’re nervous. It’s plain as day from the way your lip wobbles as your eyes sweep down the view of his chiseled chest and torso, only to end at the prominent bulge in his slacks.

“You sure you’re okay with this, princess?” He cups your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to look straight at him. “Need to rest?”

“N-No!” You protest immediately, shaking your head. “I…” You glance back down at his erection, a flicker of desire in your eyes. “I need…” You trail off, unable to say it.

“Okay.” If he was feeling meaner, he would make you tell him exactly what you want. But he wants to be nice today, especially since you’ve already cried so much for him. “Okay, baby. Don’t worry, you’ll have it. Can you unzip me? Can you do that for me?” You hesitate for a moment. Satoru briefly wonders if he’s perhaps pushed you a bit too hard.

But then you’re reaching for him, small hands finding the top of his pants and slowly undoing the button. Your fingers close around his zipper, slowly tugging it down.

“Good girl.” He pecks your forehead. “Take me out of my boxers, alright?” As his angry, swollen cock springs free from his underwear, you can’t contain your gasp.

“Oh…” The soft sound leaves you almost involuntarily as you stare and wonder at how the hell that’s gonna fit in you. He’s thick and long, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. You slowly wrap your own hand around his cock, lips parting as your fingers fail to meet in the middle. Your own pussy clenches in a combination of fear and excitement.

“See why I needed to prepare you, now?”

“Sorry to spring this onto you all of a sudden, especially since you just got into town.” Suguru sighs over the phone.

“Don’t worry about it. If you’re not around to take care of her, duty falls on me,” says Satoru as he reverses his car out of the parking lot, heading to the location Suguru had sent him.

“Let me know when she’s home safe. Tell her I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Yeah, will do.”

A pause.

“And… no funny business, got it?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m serious, Satoru. She just confronted her asshole cheater ex. She doesn’t need you drooling all over her right now.”

“Relax, dude. I’m not that desperate.” Satoru rolls his eyes.

“Good. Keep it that way.”

His conversation with Suguru lies in the back of his mind, forgotten, as Satoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Lay back and relax for me, sweetheart.” You immediately obey, laying yourself down on your bed, heart beating fast in anticipation.

“S’gonna hurt, right?” you ask softly.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve gotten you ready, see?” Satoru comforts you, brushing his fingers against the wetness still soaking your entrance.

“Oh.” Tears suddenly well in your eyes. “Um, s-sorry, it just always hurt with him…”

“What?” Satoru’s eyes darken, unsure if you mean what he thinks you do.

“He just…” You bite your lip, trying not to let your tears fall. “H-He just p-put it in, y’know?” His heart drops in his stomach. Two years, two whole fucking years with that asshole, and he had never given you proper foreplay? No wonder you were so sensitive and responsive to his touch, your body had never received the attention it’s always deserved.

“Baby.” Satoru squeezes your hand, fighting down the urge to find that asshole and beat him up. That could come later. Right now, he has to focus on you. “It’s not gonna be that way this time. Not with me. Okay?” You nod, squeezing his hand in return.

“O-Okay.”

It’s the first time he’s seen you in person in four years, and here you are in the passenger seat of his car, crying your eyes out.

You feel absolutely humiliated. You had called Suguru to ask him to pick you up from your ex-boyfriend’s house after you dumped him, but he had told you he couldn’t.

“I’ll send someone to get you. Hang tight,” he’d said.

You just didn’t know it was going to be Gojo Satoru, who hadn’t returned to your hometown since he graduated high school.

“I’m gonna bring you home,” Satoru had told you, getting out of the driver’s seat to open the car door for you. “Relax, okay? You’re safe now.” He had buckled your seatbelt for you before settling in himself, starting the engine without another word.

The car ride back to your house is silent, save for the continuous sniffles that wrack your body as you try your best to stop your tears. Satoru silently puts a box of tissues in your lap at some point, and your heart stutters at the action.

You’ve known for many years now, that you never got over your first love.

Clothes fully discarded, Satoru lowers himself on top of you, enamored with the way you shyly glance down at`his cock, gaze wavering for a moment before slowly looking back up at him, eyes begging for him to do something.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He brushes his fingers, tender and gentle, across your cheek. You nod, hand curling around his bicep.

“Kiss me,” you request, and he gladly obliges, leaning down to peck your lips.

“M’gonna go slow,” he tells you. “You want me to stop, hit me real hard — “ He smacks his own chest. “ — Right here. Got it?”

“I won’t,” you say bravely, eyes glimmering with determination. “I… I can take it.” Satoru laughs quietly.

“Alright, princess. Don’t act all cute, you’re just rilin’ me up now.” You smile, a little mischievously.

“Oh, you caught me.”

“Fuck…” Satoru groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re gonna kill me.” His fat tip taps against your clit once, twice. You gasp, eyes going glossy as you feel your swollen pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Satoru,” you plead. “P-Please…”

“I’ll give you what you need. Relax for me…” He aligns his tip with your entrance, prodding between your folds. Inch by inch, he sinks his cock into your warm, throbbing cunt, almost blacking out himself at the sensation of your tight, velvety walls clamping around his cock.

“A-Ah…!” You whine, gripping his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut. The stretch is almost too much, but the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim has you seeing stars.

“You okay?” Satoru pants, willing himself to stop from splitting you open on his cock to check on you.

“Yes,” you whimper. “Yes, a-ah, please k-keep going…” Satoru rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to push himself in, enjoying the soft, labored whimpers as you take more and more of him, deep into your sopping hole.

“Almost there,” he coos. “Almost there, princess…” After what feels like an eternity, he finally sheaths the last of him in you, biting at your shoulder as he finally, finally feels exactly the sensation of being one with you.

“Drink. You’ll feel better.” Satoru places a glass of water in your hand as he leads you to your living room couch. You stubbornly refuse to look at him, letting the glass sit uselessly in your hand as you stare down at your lap.

He sighs, not sure what he should do. He’s never been good at comforting others, let alone his friends’ kid sisters. He knows you’re not a kid anymore, you’re a full grown adult, but the way you’re sulking and ignoring him says otherwise. Still, his fondness for you wins above all else as he takes the water back and puts it on the coffee table, letting you sit in silence.

”You gonna be okay by yourself?” he asks instead. Satoru doesn’t want to leave you alone, but he’s not sure if his presence will even help. He hasn’t been an active part of your life in years, and he has a feeling that this incredibly vulnerable moment isn’t the best time to barge back in. You don’t reply, twiddling your thumbs.

“Call me if you need anything,” Satoru says hesitantly. “You have my number, right?” No response. “I’m gonna write it down for you.” He finds a spare stack of Post-Its and does just that. You don’t react even when he sticks the note right on top of your forehead, in a shitty attempt to lighten your mood. Your deadpan glare, so much like your brother’s tells him it did not work.

“Suguru’s gonna be back tomorrow,” he tells you, taking the note off and soothing the annoyed crease between your eyebrows. “Go get some rest now, yeah?” You look away. Satoru sighs. Seeing you upset like this hurts him way more than he would like to admit. “M’gonna leave. Get to bed soon.” He pats the top of your head, just like he always used to do, which always made you whine when he messed up your hair. You’re quiet now, not a peep of complaint leaving you.

He really misses hearing your voice.

“Bye, then.” Satoru’s about to turn around and leave, but you do something that seems to shock both of you. Your fingers curl and grab onto the hem of his collared shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He stares down at you in surprise, trying to process the sight of your small, thin fingers holding onto him for dear life.

“Stay.” The one word was enough to crumble his self-control.

You’re struggling to adjust to his size; he can tell from the way you’re digging your nails into his arm and the trembling of your thighs around his waist. Satoru stays still, waiting for your permission to go any further, right hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.

“Don’t stress yourself, baby, just tell me what you want, when you want it,” he murmurs against your neck, waiting patiently, torturously, for permission to move.

You’re so overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full; Satoru is much bigger than your ex-boyfriend and yet, the feeling isn’t painful. It’s so good, a throbbing ache that extends outwards from your core all the way to the top of your head and the tip of your toes. You can hardly form thoughts, let alone words, as your pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.

A few more moments pass, and you feel like you’re going crazy. The feeling of being so, so full is one that you’ve never felt before, but you think you’re already addicted. Your thighs flex instinctively, closing tighter around Satoru’s waist and pushing his cock even deeper, pressing right against your sweet spot. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, silently begging to be closer to him.

Satoru leans into the kiss you give him, groaning as your walls suddenly clench once around him, brain filling with nothing but white noise. “Fuck,” he grits out against your lips. “Fuck, baby, I don’t know how much longer — “

“Move.” Your command is quiet. Satoru almost wonders if he’s misheard you. But one look into your pleading, begging eyes confirms what you want. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls his hips upwards, snapping right back into you with one long, hard thrust. You cry out, nails sinking into his shoulder blades.“M-More,” you whisper. “Need more.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Satoru’s at a loss for words and actions as you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up and bringing his head down to kiss him. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you, craning his neck to allow you better access — oh shit, what the hell is he doing?

He lets go of you like he’s touched something on fire, pulling back from the kiss. As your heels land back on the ground with a soft thud, he’s greeted by the sight of you looking like you’re about to cry again. “Wait — “ He reaches for you, but retracts his hand; he’s not sure if he can trust himself to stay in line. His heart is beating so fast, you had just kissed him, completely out of the blue.

Satoru knew about your crush on him when the two of you were younger. You started having feelings for him when you were thirteen and he was fifteen, making it painfully obvious. You followed him and Suguru around like a lost puppy whenever he came over, despite Satoru’s constant teasing.

He thought your actions were funny at first, becoming the root of his continued teasing. Despite still making you cry all the time, you always came right back to greet him with a smile upon his very next visit. After a while, Satoru looked at you with fondness, in the way that one would gaze at a small animal. You were harmless, sweet, and so very adorable.

Satoru didn’t return your feelings at the time. You were just Suguru’s kid sister that he liked to toy with sometimes. You were awfully cute when you were mad.

But now, as you look up at him with desperation and longing, his heart clenches faintly in his chest. You’re so, so beautiful — the pictures Suguru had showed him hadn’t done you justice in the slightest. You somehow look so enchantingly gorgeous at this moment, even with tears glistening in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.

Would you hit him if he tried to wipe away your tears?

He never gets to find out, because you speak his name softly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Satoru leans down to carefully listen to what you have to say. “W-Want you.”

“So good, so fuckin’ good for me, princess,” Satoru groans, reveling in the dizzying heat of your pussy as he drags his cock in and out of your walls, fucking you at a steady pace. “You feel me in there? You feel me in your little cunt?”

“Y-Yes,” you manage to sob out between moans, each rough snap of his hips into you melting your brain into jelly just a little more.

“What a perfect lil pussy,” He chuckles as you squeal after a rather rough thrust, the loud squelch of your hole sucking him in echoing through the room. “No sane person in this world would ever give this up this tight wet cunt.” You whine at his filthy words, drool dripping out of the side of your mouth as Satoru continues to ram into you, faster, harder.

“Satoru!” You’re crying out his name over and over, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, pushing him deeper and deeper. “S-Satoru, I-I — “

“You likin’ this, baby? Tell me how much you like this,” he coos into your ear, hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit.

“I l-like it s-so much, i-it’s so ahh…! I-it’s so good,” you sob out. You never thought sex could feel like this — you never understood why the people around you were so obsessed with it, especially with the treatment you received from your ex.

Now, though, as each rut of Satoru’s dick into your cunt kisses your sweet spot, you get it. You don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forget this feeling of being filled by cock so brutally sweet.

“Hold on.” Satoru had tried to protest, he really had. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend. Like Suguru said, the last thing you needed was any funny business. “Listen — “ He sighs out your name, making your bottom lip wobble. “You have to go rest, don’t be reckless.”

“Please.” You tug at his sleeve, staring at him with that puppy-eyed look that always gets you what you want. He really had spoiled you, hadn’t he?

“Not now,” he tried to reason with you. “You’re still hurting, you’re not in the right mind.” You glare at him.

“Who’re you to say m’not in the right mind?” you whine. “I…” You suddenly seem to lose your confidence, staring down at the floor. “...I only ever wanted you.”

“What?” Satoru stares, wide-eyed, at your confession.

“Know you don’t want me that way,” you continue, voice small. “But I… don’t care.” You sniffle. “Don’t care, Satoru. Just want you.”

And when you tug desperately at his shirt again, this time, Satoru is too far gone.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He growls into your neck, his pace picking up as he chases after his release, He coaxes you to join him, thumbing at your clit and cooing for you to “Let go, cum for me, c’mon. Cream all over my cock, princess.”

The only sounds in the room are a symphony of your moans and the slick sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your hole as a coil forms deep in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel tears stain your cheeks as Satoru’s pace increases, pounding into you so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.

“S-Satoru, I’m g-gonna — !” You cut yourself off with a loud, lewd moan, cunt clenching down hard around him as you come undone for the fifth time just this night. You swear you lose consciousness for a second, lost in the euphoric feeling of your release as your swollen pussy throbs in satisfaction.

“Shit..“ A few quick, shallow thrusts later, Satoru finishes as well, thick ropes of cum splurting into your womb, filling you with a warm sensation.

“A-Ah…” you whimper out, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening cock, which is still fully sheathed inside you. A white ring remains on his dick as he gently pulls himself off of you, cum dripping from your spent pussy onto the sheets. Satoru tuts, placing a pillow under your hips so you won’t leak.

You’re only faintly aware of what he’s doing as he leaves briefly and returns with a warm, wet towel, gently asking you to open your legs for him. You obey, but you’re so exhausted you can’t help it as your eyes droop shut. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Satoru leaning forward to peck your forehead, praising you for taking him so well.

You wake up a few hours later to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window, making you squint a little as you sit up in bed. You immediately gasp at the ache between your legs, and the soreness racing up and down your body.

Memories of the previous night come flooding back as a sleepy groan sounds from next to you. Satoru stirs, awakened by your panicked sound, asking softly, “You okay, baby?”

Oh god. Shit. Fuck. You actually had sex with Gojo Satoru.

“Hmm?” He looks a little concerned at your lack of response, pulling you against him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You in pain? Sorry, did my best to clean you up and everything.” Only then do you realize that the place between your thighs is no longer sticky, and that you’re wearing a fresh set of underwear with Satoru’s unbuttoned shirt wrapped around you.

“...What did we do?” You whisper in a muddled mixture of shock and amazement.

“You regret it?” he asks carefully, pulling back a little to gauge your reaction. You shake your head vehemently, snuggling back close to him. You breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering closed. You feel so right at home in his arms.

“No.” You ponder for a bit. “But it’s never gonna happen again, right?” Satoru’s breath catches in his throat.

“What?”

“I know last night might’ve given you the wrong impression.” You swallow hard, trying to contain the feelings bubbling up within you. Satoru just looks so beautiful under the morning sun, his crystal blue eyes glittering in the light. You know you’re not mistaken, you’ve never been so sure about it — you love him. “I don’t… do this. Thank you for being with me for this one night, but…” you trail off.

“Hey, hey.” You’re crying again, and this time, Satoru wipes the tears off your cheek, cupping your face between his hands. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Don’t want just this from you,” you continue vaguely, looking away shamefully. “But I don’t… I don’t expect you to want the same.” He stills at your words, trying to decipher them properly.

“You still in love with me?” He deciphered them spot on, but that doesn’t stop a humiliated squeak from leaving you. You’re huffing, face on fire with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.

“F-Fine, whatever! You know already, so…” You look away, gnawing at your lower lip. “That’s w-why — “

“Don’t really know why you’re so upset, princess,” he cuts you off, pulling you out of the downward spiral he sees you’re about to fall into. “Think…” Satoru pauses to swipe at a tear at the corner of your eyes. “Still such a crybaby,” he can’t help but say, watching with amusement as you scowl at him with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.

“Ugh, jerk! Four years later and you still can’t take me seriously, God, why do I even bo — “ He cuts you off again, this time with a kiss. When he pulls away, he’s smiling gently, chuckling at your dumbfounded expression.

“Think I love you too,” he finishes. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about.” A few moments pass.

“...Are you fucking with me?” You look him dead in the eye.

“Technically, I already did,” he replies cheerfully. You look at him in disbelief. “Okay, sorry, sorry, sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.” Satoru holds you close to him, tracing slow, comforting circles along your back. “Be my girlfriend?”

You answer him with a kiss of your own.

Suguru sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys as he approaches the front door. He’s worried about you; although the bastard had cheated on you and deserved to have you dump him, he knows you’re still probably heartbroken.

Or at least a little heartbroken. Suguru’s aware you never really that into your ex, if your drunk phone calls about how much you miss Satoru were enough evidence. Hiding those from his best friend was tough work; he would have to sit in the bathroom or the closet with his headphones and speak as quietly and carefully as possible to not rouse any suspicion.

Either way, he knows you definitely need some cheering up right now. He’s brought you a box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery, hoping it would be enough to at least get you in a talking mood.

Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and the first thing he sees is Gojo Satoru. Not only is Gojo Satoru standing in his kitchen, but he’s wearing Suguru’s apron, a gift from you many Christmases ago. To make things worse, he’s nearly butt naked under it, only wearing a pair of boxers that are — wait a second, are those Suguru’s as well?

“Oh hey, Suguru!” If Satoru is nervous or embarrassed, he plays it off well as he turns around and waves, flashing the stupid, faded picture of Remy from Ratatouille on his apron right in Suguru’s face. “You hungry? Was just makin’ some eggs.”

“What the actual fuck,” Suguru grits out, putting two and two together as you choose that moment to wander out into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar collared button down that reaches down nearly to your knees. Satoru’s.

“S-Sugu.” Your eyes go round, stopping in your tracks. No one speaks for a moment. Satoru’s still happily cooking eggs. Suguru’s expression is stone cold. You’re staring at your brother with embarrassment written all over your face.

“Baby, you ready for food?” Satoru steps away from the stove to wrap an arm around your waist, smooching you on top of your head. You make a stuttered noise under your breath, glancing back at your brother.

Suguru’s smiling now, but not in the traditional sense. He looks almost maniacal as he slowly places the box of cupcakes on the table before locking eyes with Satoru. Finally, the white-haired man has enough shame for his casual grin to falter.

“What happened to no funny business?”

Satoru is forced to abandon the stove, running away from a fuming Suguru chasing after him with the first thing he could find on the dining table — a carrot.

“Sugu, stop, it’s okay — “ Your pleas fall on deaf ears as your brother is hell-bent on finding a way to murder his best friend with a vegetable. You sigh deeply, moving to go after them when you suddenly smell something burning. Your head snaps to where the eggs Satoru was cooking are now sitting blackened over the flame.

Needless to say, the first morning with Gojo Satoru as your official boyfriend was far from perfect.

Thankfully, you would have many, many more mornings with him, each more wonderful than the last, that this one quickly faded from importance.

But not from Suguru’s.

“I still remember,” Suguru says, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. “When I opened the door on that one morning, and you were not only in my house, but you were half-naked wearing my apron and my underwear — “

Satoru groans as the audience bursts into laughter at his best man’s speech, burying his face in your shoulder. You’re giggling right along with them, sparing your new husband a peck on the cheek as his best friend continues to tear him apart.

“Then you had the audacity to pretend nothing was wrong — “

Satoru knew he would never live this down, but he had zero regrets. Not when you’re sitting right next to him in a pretty white dress holding his hand under the table.

“Well.” Suguru looks over at him, raising a brow. “Got anything to say?” Satoru takes the mic from him, face splitting into a shit-eating grin as he says two words:

“Worth it.”

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