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Asking the JJK Men if it's in yet

"Is it in yet?"

feat. Nanami, Toji, TrueForm!Sukuna and Higuruma

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Nanami:

Kento stopped dead in his tracks, his cock only pressed halfway in. Embraced beneath him, cuddlefucking in missionary, you tried to keep a straight face, as if you weren't about to eep! from the delicious stretch of just half in.

Without glasses on, Kento still, somehow, managed to look over his glasses at you. His voice was mild, almost conversational, as he sought clarification.

"Is it...in?"

"...yeah, is it in yet?"

Something prickled over Kento's shoulders. He scoffed, heaving a sigh and bracing himself on his elbows. He unclipped his watch in one deft movement, laying it on the pillow beside your head.

"Ask me again in one minute. Then three. Then five."

You felt a droplet of sweat run down your soul.

"...Kento, I was just fucking--"

"--no, no, I insist. One minute."

"What are you going to--"

Kento slammed his cock into you so hard, you jolted up the bed with a shriek. If his abs hadn't held you in place beneath him, you'd have hit the headboard. Shocked, groaning from the wet slaps of Kento absolutely railing you, bottoming out until you could hardly see, you couldn't help but let out a breathy giggle.

"--c-can't...can't-- haaaaah, Kento!"

Time lost all meaning. Kento braced on his elbows, dragging his cock halfway out again with a grunt, and stopping. He glowered down at you.

"Ask me again."

You whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders. You swallowed, trembling in anticipation.

"Is...is it, uh...in yet--"

Kento slammed into you again, creamy white lube squelching out of you onto the bed as you muffled your cries into the pillow, swearing you could feel him in your ribs.

Kento continued this for three, five, seven, nine, eleven minutes, until you were forced to admit, begrudgingly, that he and his seed were definitely in.

Higuruma:

Hiromi's eyes fluttered open. Having just released a sinful whimper from you sinking down onto his length, his brain suddenly short-circuited in fractious self-doubt and hyper analysis. In the end, nothing he could think took precedence, apart from a dumb:

"I'm-- I'm sorry? Is it...?"

Hiromi grasped your hips, pulling his shirt up and gripping it between his teeth so he could see where you were joined in his lap. He bucked up, just once, pausing for just long enough to shiver and moan at the slick, wet velvet of you. His head tipped back again with a weary sigh.

"You know," Hiromi chastised, grasping your hips to roll you over his cock, his hands strong, confident, "I'm so fucking tired, I'd have believed you. That I wasn't in."

You smirked above him, eliciting hushed whimpers and groans as you started to ride him. Hiromi allowed you to settle into your rhythm, before he berated you again.

"But also," he bickered, "how dare you, you cheeky cow, 'is it in yet', like I don't rail you blind every night with my 'is it in yet'--

You laughed, his chastisement turned punishing as he bounced you on him with glee, comedy turned feral.

"Oooo-ooohhh fuck-- love it when you-- when you think you're being funny-- love it--" Hiromi groaned, his voice muffled, his shirt hem between his teeth again as his eyes fixated on your stretched pussy sliding down his cock. You laughed, whimpering, breathless.

"I--I am funny--"

"--yeah yeah, alright, sweetheart-- keep telling yourself that--"

Toji:

Intending to hold onto your hair just a bit, Toji instead pulled you up fully, from your hands and knees. With your back to his chest, speared upon him, you squealed. You felt the bulbous tip of him bully against your cervix, and squirmed, gasping his name.

"The fuck you mean, 'is it in yet?"?"

You groaned, regretting your decision already. Toji reached up and gently slapped your cheek, until your eyes opened, and he pointed to the mirror in front of you. You could see him smirking over your shoulder.

When he saw your eyes drift to the base of his cock, slick with your arousal, deep inside you, and angled upwards so you could see the bulging underside, he smirked again, twitching his erection once, twice, three times so you could see.

Snapping your moan in half, Toji fucked upwards once, hard.

"Is it in yet?" He mocked, his breaths heavy as he fucked, and you squealed, and he fucked, laughing.

"Is it in yet? Come on baby, tell me. Is it in yet? Is it? Shit, kid. I dunno, I need you to tell me. Is it in yet? Is it in yet?"

If only he'd stop impaling you on him for long enough for you to answer.

True!Form Sukuna:

He laughed. He actually laughed. He only stopped laughing when you, sweating with fearful uncertainty, started laughing too. Then, he grabbed your face, rough in one long-nailed hand.

"What do they teach girls these days?" Sukuna rumbled, tsk-ing, batting your cheek from side to side with his palm and the back of his hand; a cat with a mouse.

"Whatever they teach you," he sighed, with your thighs spread upon his, sat on his throne, "I will offer you the chance to be untaught."

You nodded, panting as he let go of your body, and you choked out and whimpered as you slid further and further down his lower length. You felt the heavy, thickening weight of his upper length, resting against your back.

Sukuna left you like this, hands-free, to be slowly impaled as he watched, almost bored. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well, come on then," he drawled, his jaw leaned on one hand, with one finger lazily circling your clit, just to feel your cunt flutter around him, "beg me."

Your brain stuttered, your pussy so stuffed you could hardly think; "Beg--b-beg for...for what...my Lord?"

"Beg me to unteach you whatever drivel it is they taught you, that you should think it funny to ask your master 'is it in yet?'"

You didn't hesitate, babbling, one of his hands circling round to grasp you by the throat as you did. "P-please unteach me, my Lord, I was just being silly, just--just--forgive me--"

Sukuna hummed, his half-smile almost gentle as he began to lift you off him again, enjoying the way your pussy clenched around his lower cock as you choked.

"Lovely manners." He purred. You jolted, gasping as you felt the thick tip of his upper cock begin to squeeze into your ass. You saw stars, blinded by the enormity of him, made dumb by your own stupid attempt at comedy.

"Let's make sure you understand the perils of the situation you chose to place yourself in, hmm?"

#hiromi #canon actually

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arwenmorderek · 5 months ago

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1.5 - silver hammer man

𝓪𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴— 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒆!

Gruesome. It was, or at least it should’ve been. The hammer—, gavel, whatever—, had gone down once, twice, thrice, over and over again on that poor man’s head. There had been blood splattering everywhere, and the sound of skin that turned into the wet, disgusting sound of flesh, and then there was the cracking of shattering bone. And blood, so much blood.

Arwen doesn’t really knows him that well—, maybe a week or so—, but he would’ve never thought Higuruma to be the kind of man to be so… primitive. So brutal in his anger, so violent. But maybe everything goes inside the Culling Games.

What had once been a human being now looks everything but, splattered on the floor, a mush of blood and flesh. It’s disgusting, it is. Arwen should be terrified, or at the very least disgusted. He isn’t, though. He’s… probably in a bit of a shock, admittedly. But he isn’t disgusted, or scared. Everything had happened really fast. Higuruma is still after the hundred points, and as such, sometimes they just go out, patrol the place in search for some other player to take out. Sometimes he goes alone, sometimes Arwen follows. This time, he had decided he was too tired to walk. His bones ached and he was starting to feel the beginnings of a monster headache, so he told the lawyer to just go ahead, he’d just nap or something. Maybe they were being watched, he thinks in retrospective. Maybe someone was waiting for the bigger threat to leave to try their hand at taking out a player that, Arwen must admit himself, is probably perceived as weak. And maybe he does look even weaker by comparison and association, by always being behind Higuruma.

Thing is, about an hour after the older man had left, Arwen wasn’t doing much. He was laying on his back on the wooden floor of the theater stage, using his bag as a pillow and cardigan as a blanket, eyes closed. He was not asleep, he isn’t dumb, but the chronic pain that that had flared up today certainly had him a bit duller than usual. He heard steps, and he knew immediately it wasn’t Higuruma. So he opened his eyes with a start, his hands felt around for his scythe, which was a bit further away.

Too late, this other player had already sneaked up on him, cursed weapon in hand. But as soon as he was attacked, Higuruma was already there, be it good timing or fate. There was this look in his eyes that Arwen hadn’t seen before, and he didn’t use his domain, not even his technique, past the first hit… He just beat that man to death and even beyond that. Didn’t stop until there was nothing left.

And so here they are, a bloody display on the floor and the sound of bone and flesh and screams still echoing on Arwen’s head, which to be honest, is still a bit muddled by the earlier headache— which has disappeared almost entirely, by the way—, and the suddenness of absolutely everything.

Bang, bang, his mind sings, his twisted humor. Maxwell’s silver hammer made sure that he was dead.

He almost wants to laugh. Maybe he would’ve, but also maybe he does have certain lines he doesn’t cross. He turns to look at Higuruma instead of that mashed up heap of flesh, finds the man heaving, eyes dazed and empty, still fixed on the man he had just killed. He’s so tense he’s almost trembling, there’s blood dripping from his gavel and splattered all over his face and clothes. A haunting image, really. Arwen takes a step closer, then another. He has one hand pressed against where he was just attacked, though he doesn’t really feel anything right now, so he lets go to change the hold of his weapon instead, to hesitantly lift the other to try and clean off the blood from the other man’s face, at least a little.

“We should find a place to clean up.” He says quietly, carefully, voice coming out surprisingly even for the situation, almost casual. Higuruma doesn’t really respond, but that’s not surprising. Arwen sighs, nodding to himself as he makes a face, and takes a hold of the man’s wrist, also bloodied. He starts dragging him away, without as much as another word.

He’s seen Higuruma fight before— Hell, he’s fought him himself. He’s usually very methodical. He uses his domain, and then he fights with a really amazing mastery of his cursed technique. He’s a clean killer, honestly. One born out of necessity, same as everyone here. But what happened right now, such brutality… Arwen wonders what went through his head, if anything at all. Why was him being attacked the trigger for Higuruma to react so violently.

They haven’t been staying together for that long, and if anything, Arwen can say two things: One, he didn’t think he mattered all that much to the lawyer; and two, he doesn’t think that the man enjoys killing or using violence, really. He doesn’t look like he enjoyed disfiguring that man’s head into a fucking pulp either, just now. Arwen just hopes that he didn’t feel like he had to do it for him, because then, he’d be in kind of a big debt. He does feel grateful, though. In a weird kind of way, he’s flattered. Not many people would help him out of the goodness (goodness?) of their heart, much less go this far over him, he doesn’t think. And maybe Higuruma didn’t really do it for him, sure. Maybe the man is just a little off his rockers. Still, Arwen is strangely touched. This place really does mess with one’s head, that’s for sure.

At least most buildings are deserted, if there’s not another player setting camp, so it’s fairly easy to force open the door of some apartment, dragging the man behind him still. The place is dark, and dark it stays, just in case. Everything inside seems frozen in time, things half done and a homely mess that merely a week or so ago was being lived in by its rightful owner, but today is intruded upon by the two of them. Arwen doesn’t pay it much mind, walking through the hallway and opening doors to go straight to the bathroom. It’s a decently sized room, no windows, a sink, a toilet, and a bathtub.

Arwen drops Higuruma’s wrist and drops his weapon as well, not minding the clanking of metal against tile as he walks to the tub. He opens the faucet, letting warm water run and fill the space. That’s the only sound for a couple of minutes, that Arwen spends alternating between checking his wound—, it’s not bleeding anymore, and though it stings if he moves too harshly, it’s not the bigger deal right now—, watching the tub fill up slowly and watching Higuruma, who’s still standing still with a vacant stare, the blood staining his skin and clothes starting to dry up. He wonders what he’s thinking about.

Finally, the tub is full and the faucet is closed, as Arwen stands up once again, eyes on the lawyer.

“You should wash up, or something.” He says, ready to leave the room and give him some space. which he would’ve done, but the man doesn’t move from his place, making him frown.

“Oi. Hey, Higuruma.” He calls, walking closer and entering his field of vision, waving a hand in front of him. That, at least, makes him blink, brings back a little recognition into the man’s dark brown eyes. There’s a barely there nod, and then, Higuruma walks to the tub.

Arwen would’ve expected anything, honestly— but him getting in, clothes and everything, was certainly not something he could’ve predicted.

“Ah—” He starts, smart quip already on the tip of his tongue. He keeps it to himself, though, opting for a weirded out sigh instead.

“Well, help yourself.” He mutters to himself.

He stays there, leaning on the sink and not knowing well what to do, for a moment. Higuruma is inside the tub, sure. Fully dressed and unmoving. Arwen has the hunch that if he left him there alone, he would just stay for longer than he should, and he wouldn’t even clean the blood off his skin. So he sighs, long and suffering and dramatic, and after a second of consideration, he gets inside the tub as well. Fully dressed, too, in solidarity. He sits down hugging his own knees, because the space is small and cramped already, and rests his chin on top of them, looking at the opposite man. There’s just silence, for a while. He wouldn’t be able to tell how long they stay there in silence, actually. But eventually he’s the one to break it.

“You’re all… bloody.” He says. His voice is almost light, like he’s not talking to a dazed man that just killed someone in a gruesome manner. He leans in a bit, dropping a hand into the lukewarm water before bringing it back up to start washing the man’s face and hair.

Silence.

“We should also wash our clothes, actually. This is gross.” He mutters as he continues cleaning the man up, as well as he can in their position. The watered down blood drips off his face and hair, the tub’s water is turning a diluted red, getting colder and colder every minute they stay there. Neither seems to mind much. “Actually… I should check. Bet there’s a working washing machine around. A dryer, too. Your shirt should be fine with a bit of bleach. You should take an actual bath, though.”

“… Did I scare you?”

Those are Higuruma’s first words since the incident, and though Arwen hears him perfectly, he’s a bit confused by the suddenness of it and the hoarse, rough voice he hears instead of the dull but placid one he’s gotten used to during these past few days.

“Huh?” He asks, frowning a bit. His hands stall where they were, hovering over the older man’s hair, as he lolls his own head to one side in confusion. The longer tips of his hair are wet, feel heavier because of it. His eyes go down to see them, and he briefly wonders if the blood on the water would be able to dye his thin, white strands of hair.

“Back there. Did I scare you?” Higuruma repeats. If Arwen had to describe his voice, he’d say it sounds scared itself. Of what, he wonders. Is he scared of himself? This isn’t the first time he’s killed, not even close. But it is the first time he’s done it so violently, maybe. He didn’t even use his technique, so he didn’t even get the points for killing that guy. For all intents and purposes, he did it for nothing. For him, maybe. Maaaybe. So maybe he’s scared that Arwen has changed the way he sees him. Which— would be pretty dumb, actually. What does he care about what someone like him thinks, anyway? They barely know each other. And even then, what’s the deal? Oh, no, he’s a killer? Here, in the fucking do-or-die Games? Come on.

Back to the question— The easy answer is no, but Arwen gives himself the time to think about it either way. It was scary, objectively. He’s seen many things, but never such brutality, and much less from up close. It is scary to see the insides of a person turned to mush. He did get stabbed on the side prior to that happening, though, so it’s not like he was particularly rooting for that poor asshole that got… well, more than killed. And it’s not like suddenly he wants to run away from Higuruma, or think any differently about him. He takes the time to look at him, though. To just observe him for a second. Hmm… No, same man as before. Just a bit crazier, maybe. He wonders what does that say about himself.

“Nope.” He replies. “It was a bit fucked up, but I guess you’re fine.”

“It was fucked up.”

“Well, us being here in the first place is fucked up, if you think about it. Put people in a fucked up situation, they’re gonna do fucked up stuff.” Arwen mumbles with levity, as his hands return to wash the older man’s hair with ease. “Ever read Lord of the Flies? Mmm. Makes me wonder. Do you think it’s human nature?”

Higuruma lets out a sound, something like a growl. He doesn’t move much, though, shoulders slumping. His eyes fall closed as the water drips down his hair and through his face, clearer and clearer until it’s no longer red.

“… It must be. I hope it isn’t.”

Arwen nods.

“Then it isn’t.” He agrees, like it’s easy for him to do so. Like whatever belief he’d held previously on the matter can go to the back burner for a second. He pats Higuruma’s cheek as he does so, an easy gesture. Almost like he’s trying to be comforting.

“Just like that?”

“Mhmm, why not. Just like that.” He nods once again, with a small, easy smile on his lips. He seems to be done with washing the other man, satisfied with his work as he brings his hands back to himself, resting them on his knees to rest his head on top. “I’m usually a pessimist, y’know. But since you were so nice in saving me from getting killed today, I guess all people can’t be that bad.”

“That’s not how things works.” Is the reply he gets. A hoarse, low voice. As stubborn as ever, Mr. Lawyer. Actually, it makes him scoff a little laugh.

“Sure, it’s not.” He replies with a shrug. “Us waking up one day with a curse and being sent here to kill each other isn’t how things work either. So really, what’s the point of trying to apply the same logic and concepts of the real world?”

“That doesn’t mean things just stop being right or wrong. There are lines that can’t be crossed. Things you shouldn’t do.”

“Mhm. And we’ve done most of them already, so. If you keep thinking too much about it, you’ll just drive yourself crazy.” He replies lazily, slender fingers playing with the water surface. “The way I see it, it doesn’t matter what we do while trapped here.”

“It does matter.”

“It doesn’t.” Arwen insists. “Nothing does.”

“How can you be so sure?” Higuruma is starting to sound annoyed, now, but that doesn’t bother Arwen. If anything, it’s kind of what he was expecting, when trying to get him out of the slump he was in. All these days they’ve spent together, after all, it seems that the lawyer’s default emotion while in his proximity is annoyance. So, it’s kind of back to normal.

“I just know. Should I try to prove it to you?”

Higuruma doesn’t look very amused, but at least that vacant stare in his eyes is gone, replaced by his more usual reserved gaze, the slightest bit tinted with irritation and— ah, there’s guilt still. But oh, well.

“You’ll try to kill me?”

Arwen laughs.

“Worse.” He says, cheekily. Then, he’s moving as he can in the reduced space of the bathtub, water splashing as he gets on his knees to be able to lean closer to the opposite man, who doesn’t really moves at all, staring in silence, eyes careful and alert.

Arwen doesn’t make a show of it, when he places his hands on each side of Higuruma’s tired face, nor does he when he leans in to allow his lips to touch the opposite man’s. It’s a kiss, kind of. He moves his lips against Higuruma’s immobile ones, keeping his eyes open and observant, looking straight to his equally opened eyes, that instead blink in confusion. One second, two, three… The man’s eyes do fall closed, eventually, and then lips are moving against his as well. The water splashes around, and there’s sturdy hands on his back, pulling him closer. The kiss is lazy, unhurried, or at least that’s how Arwen intended it to be— but there’s an intensity to the way Higuruma moves his lips against his, like he’s trying to take something from him, or from the meaningless act. Arwen allows it, allows him to lead and to make his mouth part, allows him to take as much as he wants until he seems pacified enough. Only then do they pull apart, Arwen’s eyes opening immediately with interest and a bit of surprise, huffing out a breathy laugh.

“Well, damn.” He says with amusement, hands falling off the man’s face, moving a bit until he gets him to let go of him as well, going back to his initial position, sitting against the cool porcelain of the tub, sinking back into the now cold water. “You ever kissed a man before?”

Higuruma stays silent, and his eyes show nothing, once again. Not annoyance, not guilt, not even his usual calm. His eyebrows are a bit furrowed, though. Yet another weird expression from this man he doesn’t finish to understand. He shakes his head just slightly, a minute gesture. It makes Arwen snort.

“Then that just further proves my point, see?” He says easily. His usually cold lips feel warmer, somehow, and so does the surrounding skin, as well as the place on his lower back where Higuruma’s hands held him. “Nothing matters here.”

“… I wouldn’t be so sure.”

#fanfiction i guess #canon x oc #jjk canon x oc #although i doubt anyone will see this pls be nice to me it's like the first time i post stuff i write ;w;

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