#Gojo Sukuna

[itsuki-minamy]

"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 3: RETURN

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Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

The first thing that caught his eye when he opened the fusuma was Mishakuji lounging on the couch and relaxing.

"Oh, Sukuna-chan. Welcome back."

"Kuwa! Welcome! Welcome!"

Gracefully filing his nails, Mishakuji glanced at Sukuna out of the corner of his eye. Sitting on the back of the couch, Kotosaka spread his wings and rejoiced at his return. Beyond that, Iwafune was vacuuming with a beer in hand, and in the kitchen, in the back, was steaming a hot pot.

Sukuna let out a small sigh when he saw the scene just before dinner at some house. Even if he said that this is the hideout of "Jungle", a supernatural group that is causing a stir in the world, few people would believe it. Sukuna himself once suspected that it was some kind of camouflage due to over-familiarity.

However, it is an undeniable fact that this "secret base" is their base of operations. Sukuna sat on the tatami and turned his gaze to Mishakuji who was lying on the couch.

"Even though people have been working, you are calm."

Mishakuji just snorted and didn't reply. Well, it's true that the mission Sukuna was involved in until now was only for Sukuna. Mishakuji had nothing to do with it, so whether he brushed his nails or took a bath, he was up to Mishakuji.

But apart from that, he was annoyed by Mishakuji's aristocratic attitude.

With a childish competitive spirit, though he didn't realize it himself, Sukuna puffed out his chest and appealed to his achievements.

"While Mishakuji was taking it easy, I did a great job! The "Homura" guys danced exactly as I expected, and I was able to bring out the guys in blue. After all, the more clans that participate in the game, more colorful it will be."

However, Mishakuji paid Sukuna no mind and smiled at the finish on his fingernails.

"Yes, it's beautiful."

"Hey! Are you listening, Mishakuji?"

As Sukuna threw a tantrum, Mishakuji finally smiled at him.

"I'm listening. If "Homura" goes into a rage, the number of people "Scepter 4" can devote to suppressing the incident will increase dramatically. Involving "Homura" was an interesting choice, wasn't it? The method of using the dead as reserve is not very beautiful."

Sukuna turned around at the stinging last word.

"I don't care about aesthetics like you do. Thanks to that, I also saw the blue and red swords of Damocles. On the blue sword, the wound is wider than when I saw it before."

A broken sword of Damocles. What it shows is the fact that the charge of regicide haunts the Blue King Reisi Munakata.

After all, this game is a fight for the King. Just like shogi and chess. No matter how much other pieces are sacrificed, in the end the team that defeats the "King" wins. The fall of Munakata, who had taken over the previous "Red King", was close, and Sukuna's current goal was to hasten it further.

Mishakuji nodded and narrowed his eyes.

"It's going well. By the way, how was Kuro-chan?"

Kuro? Sukuna finally remembered after tilting his head.

"Ah, Yatogami Kuro. He didn't seem as strong as you said. Is he really your brother?"

Mishakuji Yukari is one of the few strong people that Sukuna recognizes as superior to him. Since he was the younger brother, he was planning to find out how much strength he possessed, but he was mostly just running around and not doing much. If all he could do is defeat a small item like "Emerald", it was a good place to be disappointed.

Mishakuji shrugged at Sukuna's exasperated face.

"He's not my real little brother, you know? It's just that we were under the same master, Ichigen Miwa."

"Yukari, training brother!"

"That's right. Kotosaka-chan is better at remembering things."

Pointing his manicured fingernails at him, Kotosaka rubbed his head comfortably against the tips of his fingers. Sukuna looked at him with a confused face.

"That boy is growing interestingly. That was enough to stick a sword into me. Even if it's Sukuna-chan, how would you feel if you dealt with that boy?"

Sukuna stuck out his tongue at the provocative way of saying it.

"It doesn't matter. I don't have time to hunt down guys who don't even give me points, and if he comes up against me, I'll just crush him."

Before Sukuna, Yatogami Kuro had a low priority. Despite his rarity as a member of the Silver Clan, removing him is not currently in the cards. What was necessary was to "torture" him, and it was fine to leave such trivial matters to the lesser members of the clan.

Besides...

Iwafune stopped vacuuming and gave Sukuna a reproachful look.

"Anyway, did you buy the detergent I asked for earlier?"

Sukuna was exhausted, but still he pushed the store bag he had bought towards Iwafune.

"I'm busy too, so it's boring, don't ask me to run an errand! I bought it!"

"Okay, I can't go out right now. Guess I'll have to get someone outside to buy it for me."

Iwafune looked into the plastic bag as he said something that sounded like a scolding, frowning.

"Oh, you have to buy the one with fabric softener!"

"Softener! Softener!"

Kotosaka roared as he flew through the air. Sukuna tried to hit Kotosaka with a clenched fist, even though he knew he couldn't reach him.

"Don't worry, dammit! It doesn't matter, Iwa-san, you're always piling up clothes, but are you so picky about detergent?"

"I'm not hoarding it, I'm just waiting for the right time to wash it. The proof is that you wash your pants relatively often."

Iwafune took a sip of his beer as he shrugged. Sukuna became more and more annoyed seeing him as a useless househusband or elderly pimp. With a big sigh, Sukuna picked up the portable game machine that was sitting on the dining room table.

"More than that, I want to do something new soon. I'm tired of just giving missions to people under me."

Mishakuji agreed and applied a base coat to his manicured nails.

"Well, it certainly lacks glamour. It's frustrating that the "Silver King" is still missing."

"The "Silver King", is he really alive? I mean, even if he was alive, he would have escaped to heaven for about 70 years. He's good at running away."

At that moment, a voice echoed from the back of the room.

"But he came down to earth a year ago. He came down."

The wheels turned silently, pulling the owner of the voice out of the darkness.

He is strapped in a straitjacket and can't even move without using a state-of-the-art wheelchair. His appearance is reminiscent of a sick man on the verge of death, or a delinquent trapped in the dark underworld.

But Sukuna said no. Everyone recognizes the "Jungle" clansman on the spot.

Even on the verge of death, his thoughts are freer than any human being.

Even if he was pushed into the dark underworld, he knew that his thoughts were bigger than any "King".

The Fifth King, the "Green King" Hisui Nagare, slowly looked at everyone.

"I want to meet the "Silver King". He, the first "King" who discovered the mystery of the "Slate"."

Sukuna noticed the warmth hidden deep within those eyes. Nagare possesses a machine-like logical way of thinking, but at the same time, he has a passion that is stronger than anyone else. Otherwise, the dream of creating a new world would be a joke.

Nagare's will is now directed at the "Silver King". There was something about it that made him think about it. Sukuna is the highest ranker in "Jungle". If Nagare so wished, he intended to fulfill that wish with all his might.

As he lay on the couch, Mishakuji said in amazement.

"The opponent is an unchanging "King". Although he has the worst compatibility with Nagare-chan, the "King" of Alteration. He might be our biggest obstacle, you know?"

"It's useless to say it. You know if this guy says it, he won't listen."

Iwafune's voice was mixed with the sound of a wry smile towards a boy who had no sense of hearing. Mishakuji got up from the couch and gently shook his head.

"Well, Nagare-chan should do whatever he wants. I just want to see if the new world Nagare-chan creates will be beautiful."

That's right, Sukuna thought.

"Jungle" is, after all, a gathering of such people. A clan of those who seek new worlds and possibilities. If there is a horizon they want, they will open any obstacle. If you don't have that kind of value, you don't have the right to belong to "Jungle".

"If it's a game that Nagare plays, of course I'll play it. Because we, the green clan "Jungle", are the players of the game created by Nagare!"

Sukuna declared that with a smile, and Nagare nodded slightly. Suddenly, several windows appeared in the air of the "secret base".

"This is...?"

What was projected there was a group of people that even Sukuna knew well. Reisi Munakata, Anna Kushina, Seri Awashima, and Izumo Kusanagi are the main figures of the clan against which "Jungle" is hostile.

Nagare slowly moved in front of two of them, the images of Yatogami Kuro and Neko.

Iwafune asked as he drank beer.

"They are the vassals of the "Silver King" that you are obsessed with. Are you curious?"

"Yes. I'm curious about them."

When Nagare blinked, the holographic image changed in response. The scene where Reisi Munakata and Anna Kushina were having a conversation. It was probably a video from the final phase of Mission 2086, when the "Jungle" clansmen were destroyed by "Homura" and "Scepter 4".

"Silver Clan members entered and exited the headquarters of "Blue King" Reisi Munakata and "Red Queen" Anna Kushina. This is a situation we need to be a bit concerned about."

"Are these guys going in and out of the red and blue because the "Silver King" is pulling the strings behind the scenes?"

Nagare narrowed his eyes as if he were sinking into silent thought.

"It is unlikely that the "Silver King" is contacting them while evading our surveillance. However, the possibility cannot be ruled out. Since we do not know the whereabouts of the "Silver King", we must consider that he has a means of communication that we do not recognize."

"Aren't you thinking too much?"

"Yes. Maybe I'm overthinking it. But I have to do what I can."

Nagare's gaze unintentionally turned to Mishakuji. Mishakuji smiled charmingly and spread his arms wide like a stage actor.

"Flower buds are beautiful. But buds that drop before opening are even more beautiful."

Pulling the sword from his waist along with the scabbard, Mishakuji let out a sonorous voice.

"Is that so? Iwa-san, Nagare-chan?"

"What are you saying?"

In contrast to the stunned Iwafune, Nagare nodded in agreement.

"That's right. No matter what the possibility is, if you pluck the cocoon, it will still be a possibility."

After a pause, Nagare uttered those words.

"Mishakuji. It's a mission. Please remove them from the game board."

For a short time, the "secret base" was filled with silence.

The elimination of Yatogami Kuro and Neko. The removal of two people who could lead to the absent King, Adolf K. Weismann, who "Jungle" mistrusts the most at this time. It means that the game will go to a different stage than what they were doing.

Faced with that fact, the J-Ranks showed their respective reactions. Gojou Sukuna was seething with excitement and Iwafune Tenkei was a bit worried.

And Mishakuji Yukari was...

"I can't believe I can continue from that moment so quickly."

There was a contradictory echo in his voice. A slight sadness and much more joy and anticipation. He put the hilt of the sword on his shoulder and muttered a bit.

"I wonder if this is also fate."

Of course, Sukuna didn't know about Mishakuji's sentimentality. He didn't know if he was a junior brother or a junior disciple, but if it was a mission, there was no need to stop anywhere.

"If you're going to get rid of Yatogami Kuro, so am I. Mishakuji and I have different opinions on whether he's strong or weak. I'll make it clear in black and white here!"

At Sukuna's triumphant declaration, Iwafune replied, "Oh!".

"Are you going to put it in black and white?! You're a brat, but you say cute things, Sukuna!"

Sukuna didn't even try to hide his disgusted face from him and spat it out.

"I hate Iwa-san to death."

"What the hell, I'm praising you so don't be embarrassed. Just be honest and say you're happy!"

Iwafune took a sip of his beer again, laughing out loud. Sukuna stood up with a cane in hand as he no longer had a problem dealing with him.

"So, let's go pick the sprouts, Sukuna-chan?"

"Ah!"

Then, when Mishakuji put his hand on the fusuma, Nagare suddenly muttered.

"I forgot to say. Mishakuji. You can kill Yatogami Kuro, but please bring Ameno Miyabi back alive."

Sukuna tilted his head at the unfamiliar name, but immediately remembered it.

Ameno Miyabi. If he remembered correctly, it must have been the real name of the girl called Neko.

"I don't care, but may I ask why?"

Mishakuji asked over his shoulder, and Nagare spoke matter-of-factly.

"Because she is my compatriot."

It was also an unknown word.

No, he never heard the word "compatriot" come out of Nagare's mouth. Those words, which were neither comrades nor friends, seemed to represent a side of Nagare that Sukuna didn't know.

But Mishakuji seemed to have a clue.

"Compatriot, I see. Understood, My Lord."

After responding lightly, Mishakuji left the "secret base". Sukuna walked out as if he was chasing him.

Cool, humid air caressed Sukuna's cheeks.

The "secret base" exists in an abandoned underground water storage facility. The spectacle of huge pillars lined up in the dark is like an underground temple.

Sukuna asked as he walked between the pillars.

"Hey, what did you mean earlier?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't be silly. Ameno Miyabi is that Neko person, right? Why is she a compatriot of Nagare's?"

Mishakuji looked at Sukuna with sidelong glances.

"Come on? Why do you think?"

Just from that look, Sukuna understood that Mishakuji had no intention of answering directly.

"That's enough."

With his lips pouting in frustration, Sukuna pondered.

Ameno Miyabi. The girl named Neko.

Originally, she was supposed to be a Strain girl. She is good at hallucinating, blinding, faking memories, etc. She's quite a troublesome ability, but he didn't perceive her as a threat because the person in question was stupid.

Why was she a compatriot of Nagare?

She is not a "King". She's not like she has a history of being in "Jungle" before. In the first place, he didn't think that any of them were the existence that Nagare called "compatriots". Killing the "King" and cutting down the Clansman, he could do without hesitation.

Does it mean that Ameno Miyabi is a special existence for Nagare?

More than a "King", more than "Jungle", more than themselves?

"...It's stupid. Stop it."

Muttering so, Sukuna gave up on the idea.

There was no way he could come up with an answer just thinking through everything himself. Although Mishakuji and Iwa-san knew the true identity, it was annoying to ask them for an answer. Sukuna decided to focus on the mission, assuming that if anything happened, he would tell her.

While fiddling with his PDA, Sukuna said quietly.

"Yukari. Can I decide the mission outline?"

"At your discretion."

Mishakuji's answer was simple. Despite being a J-Rank, Mishakuji doesn't really want to do things like create and launch quests. He prefers to take things into his own hands.

It was in contrast to Sukuna's method. Sukuna uses everything that is available and often entrusts the complicated but important functions of reconnaissance and finding enemies to the lower ranks. He also knows how to manipulate them at will.

"Ordered by the J-Rank authority. Mission 3921, activate."

"Voiceprint authentication confirmed. Mission 3921 with J-Rank authority, activated."

Jumpy's wings glowed green. The electronic information that Sukuna had just created turned into innumerable lights and was sucked into the darkness above him.

"Jungle" extends its roots from underground to the ground. They will soon discover that the kingdom they must defend is already entrenched in its roots.

The mission setting is Ashinaka Academy. It is the home of the Silver Clan.

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There was pure white rice in front of her.

There a red marble was placed on a small cushion. It's a marble that reflects Shiro, and it's highly prized (that's what Neko thinks for herself), so it would be perfect as an offering.

Neko said kindly as she clasped her hands together.

"Shiro. Wagahai is fine. Don't worry."

Then, as if to finish the meal, she made a sound with her chopsticks and a cup of tea.

With that, she was sure that she wouldn't have to worry about making Shiro, who was somewhere far away in the sky, hungry. She was happy until Kuro, who was sitting at the same table as her, let out an angry voice.

"Stop! It's not even auspicious!"

Neko flinched, but she still objected disapprovingly.

"Because I want to feed Shiro too!"

"I don't mind that, but you should finish your food first."

"Uh..."

"Come on, put it away right away. I won't be able to put another plate on."

Reluctantly, Neko put away the cushion and the marble that she had prepared. Kuro quickly put the plates there. White rice, miso soup and grilled horse mackerel were served with grated daikon radish. Seeing that, Neko's stomach groaned "Kyurururu...". Of course she was worried about Shiro being somewhere, but other than that, she was hungry and the fish looked delicious.

"Itadakimasu."

At the same time, they put their hands together and began to eat.

"Now that I think about it, this room also has a lot more stuff."

As he loosened the horse mackerel with the tips of his chopsticks, Kuro suddenly said such a thing. Neko raised her head and looked around the room.

It was certainly as Kuro said. Maneki-neko, Japanese umbrellas, temari balls, even tanuki figurines and totem poles, the room is cluttered with clutter. At first, Kuro was diligently tidying up, but when the large number of things that came up exceeded the storage limit, he gave up everything.

"While he was looking for Shiro here and there, he somehow brought it back."

"This room is used as a base to search for Shiro. But where the hell is he wandering...?"

To Kuro who was muttering, Neko picked up the fish bone and said:

"I don't know, but I think he's unexpectedly close."

"Why do you think that?"

"Somehow I know!"

He said that innocently and she bit into the bones of the fish.

Kuro looked at her in astonishment, but before long he closed his eyes in silence and, as if he was impressed, he said…

"You don't need reasons, do you? I think that's what it means to believe."

Neko stared at Kuro.

Why did he take it for granted? Motives and bases, that kind of thing doesn't make sense. That's what she thinks. Neko has always lived like this.

Because...

Because?

"......?"

"Neko? What happened?"

Kuro called out to Neko who was staring at the sky. Raising her voice, "Uh...", Neko looked at Kuro in surprise.

"What?"

"No, it looks like you were thinking about something. Is there something bothering you?"

"......"

Neko's blue and gold eyes pointed at Kuro.

But she hadn't seen Kuro. The worried expression on his face, the messy room full of things, and the favorite fish on the table were not reflected in Neko's eyes.

At that moment, she almost remembered something.

She didn't know what memory it was.

However, only a vague feeling of dread remained within Neko. It was like looking into a deep, bottomless hole. It was as if she suddenly heard a voice calling her name from inside the hole. That's how it felt.

"Neko?"

Kuro's expression took on a serious look, and his hand reached out and grabbed Neko's shoulder. With a soft shake, Neko blinked as if she had just woken up.

"Hey. Are you sure you're okay?"

"...Yes, hey! It's nothing!"

Especially brightly, Neko said that.

She didn't think to tell Kuro about the sensations she had just learned. It wasn't because she thought Kuro couldn't understand. It was because Neko wanted to get away from that fact.

All her life, Neko has lived according to how she feels. She has been running away from things that she doesn't like or that she fears. If she can't escape, she pretends not to see him. If she does that, one day it might disappear, even if it's something inside of her.

So Neko did.

"Kurosuke, another serving! Wagahai wants to eat more rice!"

"...Oh, yes. I understand."

Although he was confused, Kuro accepted Neko's bowl. As he served the food, Neko smiled more than necessary.

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Send 01: "Report target position", is activated.

Shipment 01: "Target Position Report", completed. Adds 5 "Jungle" points.

Send 02: "Report target position", is activated.

Shipment 02: "Target Position Report", completed. Adds 5 "Jungle" points.

Notification: Guys, too many reports! The EX1 send "Report target position" will be triggered every 5 minutes from now, but it is first come first served.

Send 03: "Issuing a guest pass for Ashinaka Academy", is activated.

Shipment 03: "Issuing a guest pass for Ashinaka Academy", completed. Adds 5 "Jungle" points.

Warning: We are almost at Gakuenjima. We have prepared a lot of missions, so you can earn as many points as you want. Stay tuned!

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"Geez..."

Yata let out a tired voice as he entered the HOMRA bar.

He went directly to the stool at the counter and sat down. Kusanagi, who was behind the counter, only looked at Yata and then quickly looked back at the PDA in his hand. The behavior bothered him a bit, but he had to report it anyway.

"I kicked out all the green guys that got into Shizume. They look like cockroaches."

When he said that with a sigh, Kusanagi gave a small laugh.

"Even if it's Yata-chan, it's impossible for everyone. One of the characteristics of green guys is that you don't know where they hide."

"I know! That's what makes me mad!"

"Well, thanks for your hard work. You should rest for a while."

Even as he said that, Kusanagi didn't let go of his PDA control. As expected, he suspected and scream.

"What are you doing?"

Kusanagi smiled and showed Yata a PDA. The bright green rear screen and the characters that floated in the center are from "Jungle".

Suddenly, blood boiled through his entire body. Suoh and Totsuka, the memory of when his two dear friends were desecrated, suddenly revived, and Yata involuntarily raised his head.

"Kusanagi-san, that's all!"

"Calm down. I know what you mean."

Kusanagi's voice was calm, but his eyes weren't smiling. Yata took a deep breath, exhaled, and sat back down on the stool.

Kusanagi is like him, no, Kusanagi has been with those two the longest. That anger might even surpass Yata's. Kusanagi is probably looking for a way to defeat "Jungle" with his head, just like Yata hits the "Jungle" members hard.

While manipulating the PDA, Kusanagi spoke in his usual tone.

"If you know him and you know yourself, you won't be able to fight a hundred battles, okay? I was curious about how "Jungle" works, so I explored with a disposable PDA. Then I came across this."

A familiar face was projected into the air from the PDA. That is to say...

"What is this?! My picture!"

Yata felt an uneasy feeling when he saw the photo of his face and the letters "Yata Misaki 3000JP" flickering below him, as if he had been secretly photographed somewhere.

"In short, that's the bounty on your head. If I can kill you, I get bonus points. So if you accumulate those points, your rank in the clan will go up."

"I see."

Yata was satisfied with Kusanagi's explanation.

Now that he thought about it, he remembered that the guys who were ambushing them in that building also dropped strange numbers. It must have been a strategy to get a large amount of prize money by bringing "Homura" and "Scepter 4" together. However, it was the other side that was everywhere.

"So it's a reward? Well, that's why they're afraid of this Yatagarasu-sama, isn't it?"

On second thought, it wasn't bad either. He didn't know how many points 3000JP was, but being the target with a photo of his face was probably a big threat to them. If his existence becomes a nuisance to "Jungle", it would be better than that.

Then, Kusanagi turned the PDA around again.

"Yata-chan, Yata-chan."

"Eh?"

"Look here."

What was projected there was a familiar face and the letters "Fushimi Saruhiko 4000JP" blinking below.

The blood boiled again and Yata hit the counter with his fist and stood up.

"Eh? What a joke! Why do they give more reward for the monkey?!"

"We'll be evenly matched in strength, but Fushimi can also process information. If I change it to green, won't it be a bigger threat?"

"Damn, I can't believe it!"

Kusanagi's careful explanation only added fuel to Yata's anger. If it was something like that, he should have made a more violent rampage in that building. He should have carved into theirs hearts that he was even more terrifying than Fushimi.

Seeing Yata like this, Kusanagi smiled and put the PDA on the counter.

"Yata. Are you in contact with Fushimi?"

Yata's eyes widened as if struck by the void, and then he immediately turned around.

"Why are you asking all of a sudden? You're not going to ask him for help, are you?"

"No, I wonder what happened to "Scepter 4" after the incident the other day. I also try to sound out Seri-chan in various ways, but this is quite a strict guard."

"So you mean contact the bastard monkey and ask him about this or that?"

There were some thorns in his voice. Despite Yata's piercing gaze, Kusanagi still kept his calm expression.

"You still can't forgive Fushimi?"

"I won't do such a thing."

He believed it was natural. Fushimi Saruhiko is a traitor. "Homura", Suoh, Kusanagi, Totsuka... And then, the man who betrayed him and fled to "Scepter 4".

However, his anger was not as intense as before. It was still hot, but it had turned to a dull, smoky fire, like coals buried in ash.

Kusanagi looked directly at Yata and said:

"If that's the case, then Fushimi or "Jungle", which one can you forgive?"

Yata pursed his lips.

Seeing that expression, Kusanagi let out a small sigh.

"Reconcile with Fushimi, is what I say. We and "Scepter 4" are not allies or anything. However, we are not enemies either. The only enemy is "Jungle"."

"......"

"Don't mess with the wrong person."

Yata seemed to understand what Kusanagi meant.

It wasn't like it used to be. That's what he said.

When Suoh and Totsuka were close, Yata didn't have to think about anything. Yata was the kamikaze commander who pounced on "Homura"'s enemies without hesitation, and he thought of the role of Kusanagi and Totsuka.

However, after Totsuka's death, Suoh also lost his life. There was no one to unite "Homura", and at one point it was even in danger of disbanding.

All members of the clan trust Anna, who has become the "King". But Anna is still a child. To unite "Homura" as an organization, Kusanagi alone is not enough. Someone has to take the place of what's gone.

He was vaguely aware that this was his role.

However, he probably won't be able to become like Suoh or Totsuka. He was sure that he could not possess the great power to attract people, or the kindness that makes even a raised sword come down. Yata Misaki is just Yata Misaki after all. He didn't think he would be able to take their places.

"I know. That's all."

When he said that bluntly, Kusanagi relaxed his expression.

"Well, if that's the case. Sorry for saying unnecessary things, Yata-chan."

"......"

Kusanagi's kind tone was even more pitiful, and Yata clenched his fist tightly.

At that moment, he heard the footsteps of someone coming down from the second floor. When he turned his eyes there, the white-haired girl, Anna, suddenly peeked into his face.

"Oh, Anna. What's wrong?"

When Yata called out to her, Anna blinked slowly. Her expression was as expressionless as ever, but there was a sign that she was somewhat confused.

"A lost item."

"Eh?"

"When Neko came yesterday, she seemed to have forgotten something."

Neko. A girl who belongs to the Silver Clan. It's true that she came to the HOMRA bar yesterday to hang out and then left, but Yata said in amazement.

"Did she forget something? What a careless woman."

"I have to deliver it. I'm sure she'll have trouble without it."

Yata suddenly stopped Anna, who was about to head for the exit of the bar.

"Give it to me. I'll take it."

Anna stopped and looked at Yata in surprise.

"But..."

"A king shouldn't go out lightly, right?"

"Misaki...?"

Reading something from Yata's expression, Anna tilted her head and looked at Yata. That look was embarrassing, and Yata said as he turned to the side with a slightly reddened face.

"Anna is now the "Red Queen", but you are different from Mikoto-san. Didn't I tell you that I will be someone you can trust?"

He couldn't take the place of Suoh or Totsuka.

Yata can only be like Yata. He will become someone that Anna, Kusanagi and everyone in "Homura" can trust. Yata's determination was to become a man who would make people think they would be okay with him.

"Yes."

Yata held out his hand and Anna smiled gently.

"Thank you. So, give this to her at Gakuenjima."

Yata felt his determination waver when he saw what Anna had given him.

In Yata's palm was a small piece of frilly white cloth, women's underwear.

Kusanagi, who was looking at him from afar, said in a plaintive and amused tone.

"Yata-chan, are you going out with that?"

"That woman..."

In shame and anger, Yata yelled as loud as he could, grabbing the underwear in his shaking fists.

"What should I do to forget these kinds of things?"

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The path to Ashinaka Academy was prepared by "Jungle".

After leaving the "secret base" and walking for about 30 seconds, a taxi was already parked in the alley. There are tens of thousands of taxis everywhere in Tokyo, but the driver is a member of the "Jungle" clan. An N-Rank, "Transporter." As his name suggests, he possesses specialized skills as a transporter.

The best thing about him as a messenger is that he shows no interest in the "cargo". Without even looking back at Sukuna and Mishakuji, who had quietly boarded, without even asking where they were going, the "Transporter" slowly started the car.

All surveillance cameras on the route are controlled by the supernatural app "Glass Route Ver. 3.0", and Sukuna and Mishakuji were transformed into electronic invisible humans. Sukuna verified the location information of the targets Kuro Yatogami and Miyabi Ameno as he watched the scenery of the bay flowing through the vehicle's window.

"Neither of those two are moving. I mean, they don't seem to even notice our movements."

"Yes."

"It's a bit disappointing. I wish I could spy on their movements like the "Homura" guys. Then I could tease them and set a trap for them."

When he complained, Mishakuji chuckled.

"There's no way Kuro-chan could pull such a trick. Neko-chan wouldn't even dream of such a thing."

"Well, that's correct."

Sukuna muttered. After all, a clan without a "King" is something like that. Sukuna let out a sigh, thinking that this would be a boring and uninteresting mission.

It was only after getting out of the taxi that he had a disagreement with Mishakuji.

Heading to the front gate of the school, Mishakuji, as if nothing had happened…

"By the way, I will defeat Kuro-chan by myself. You can take care of Neko-chan."

He hadn't heard of it. Sukuna rolled his eyes and protested loudly.

"Hey, why?! Let me fight him too!"

"I told you. Kuro-chan is my apprentice. It's my job to kill him. My destiny.", Mishakuji looked at Sukuna,

"If you get in the way of that, even if it's Sukuna-chan, I'll have no mercy."

A chill ran down Sukuna's neck.

There was a serious light in Mishakuji's eyes. It was the same light as when Sukuna had once faced him as an enemy. If Sukuna still had to defend himself after that, he would actually draw his sword out.

But that light soon gave way to a slight smile.

"If you want points, I'll give you as many as you want later. So stay out of the way."

Sukuna pouted. He complained about being swallowed by Mishakuji's spirit.

"It's boring getting free points. That's not a game."

At that moment, Sukuna's PDA made a ringtone.

Sukuna responded to that. After exchanging a few words, Sukuna's communication and all previous anger disappeared.

"Ok, Yukari. I'll leave that to you."

"What happened?"

"I have a little urgent matter. Please take care of Yatogami Kuro! See you later!"

Waving his hands excitedly, Sukuna trotted towards the front door. One of the students who was nearby noticed him and handed him a PDA.

"J-Rank, thank you for your hard work!"

"Yes, yes, Gokuro-san."

Tossing the PDA to the student, Sukuna hurried towards the school. Yatogami's name had already disappeared from his mind. He would leave that to Mishakuji. He had found better prey than that.

"Homura" executive, Misaki Yata.

"Scepter 4" executive, Saruhiko Fushimi.

The information that the two were going to Gakuenjima was picked up by Sukuna's network, though it was only a appropriation of the one Nagare had built. In any case, most of the important people in the clans that were hostile to "Jungle" were being caught.

If Yata and Fushimi were to clash, the strength of both clans would be greatly reduced. It would bring a favorable future to the "Jungle" battle. More than the point itself, that fact made Sukuna's pace even faster.

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Gakuenjima at noon was filled with many students.

After a long morning of classes, students who took a breath of relief flooded the school all at once. There are plenty of places to eat in the school cafeteria, the terrace of the cafe for shopping, and there are students who fill their bellies early and start playing. Lunch time is the busiest time of the day.

Among them, the figure of Yata stood out a lot.

He was not wearing a uniform, he was riding a skateboard and holding a stick that looked like a lethal weapon. It was a strange object that anyone could see.

Yata shook his head and muttered at the strange look that pierced him from here and there.

"Where the hell is that Neko...? If I'm caught walking around with this kind of thing, shame will make me a suicidal man."

Inside the paper bag he held under his arm were women's underwear. He surely would feel more comfortable with a bomb in hand. Furthermore, Yata is one of the criminal group that occupied this school exactly one year ago. He would like to finish his errands quickly before security finds him.

Suddenly, Yata stopped skateboarding.

It was because he saw a familiar figure in his path.

"Saru..."

That person, Fushimi Saruhiko, also noticed Yata around the same time. He narrowed his eyes behind his glasses and clicked his tongue.

"Misaki. What is Homura doing in a place like this? Do you plan to occupy it again?"

He said that to ridicule him, and his blood rushed to his head momentarily.

"Ah? It has nothing to do with you!"

When he turned around, what Kusanagi had said came back to his mind.

(Don't mess with the wrong person.)

That's right, he shouldn't do that.

The enemy of "Homura" is "Jungle", not "Scepter 4", and even if he is wrong, he is not the same Fushimi Saruhiko. Yata's personal feeling is that he can't forgive him, and that shouldn't lead to unnecessary quarrels.

Besides feeling unforgivable, he owed Fushimi one thing.

"I didn't say thank you correctly at the time."

"Ah?"

What came to his mind was the incident that triggered Anna's awakening as the "Red King".

"It was when Anna was kidnapped by the green clan before she awakened to the King's power. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have been able to help her, let alone find her whereabouts."

"So...?"

Fushimi's seemingly bored tone irritated Yata. Still, it was a sacrifice. He had to talk to the end.

"For that! I don't care about you, and I still can't forgive you, but I am grateful for that time. Thank you."

At that moment, a silver light flashed in Fushimi's hand.

"Oops?!"

Yata jumped to the side and narrowly avoided it. Throwing knives that appear out of nowhere are special items that Fushimi, who is a dark weapon user, often uses for surprise attacks. Yata instantly prepared for battle, yelling as he grabbed the staff.

"No way! What are you doing?!"

However, Fushimi did not see Yata. He had a wary look on someone behind him.

"Cheez. Did the attack from behind miss?"

Hearing a voice behind him, Yata turned around in a panic.

A boy was standing there.

A boy with a cheeky face who was about to enter Gakuenjima. If it was just that, he wouldn't have paid attention to it, but having a scythe with a glowing green blade in hand, it was a different story.

"Hey, what? Who are you?!"

"If you have time to talk, be a little careful with your surroundings."

In contrast to Yata's upset, Fushimi was calm. He slowly put his hand on the saber.

"You are Sukuna Gojou, the highest ranked of "Jungle"."

Yata held his breath at those words, and the Sukuna boy laughed merrily.

"Hey. You know me. Well, that's why you got more points than the guy in the beanie."

"What did you say, brat?!"

Even as he cursed, Yata raised his staff without letting his guard down and turned to Sukuna.

Rank-J, he murmured into his mouth. Among the many members of the “Jungle” clan, he must have been the highest ranking existence. He was disappointed that he was a boy, but he should never let his guard down.

Age is irrelevant to those who struggle with supernatural powers. Anna, their "Queen", is about the same age as the boy in front of them. Yata carved into his heart that this guy was stronger than any member of the "Jungle" clan he had ever fought.

"If I can kill them both and get 7k, that's a pretty tasty quest, right? So..."

Sukuna smiled brightly. The smile of a predator. Then, brandishing his green scythe, he leaped high.

"Become my points!"

++++++++++

Leaving Shiro's room in the student dormitory and walking with Neko, Kuro looked at her again.

"Neko. Are you sure you're okay?"

Neko gave a surprised look and then chuckled.

"Hmm, Kurosuke, what's wrong? There's nothing special wrong with Wagahai!"

"Oh, really...?"

"Yes! I ate rice and I'm full of energy!"

Once she laughed at him with a gutsy pose, he couldn't say anything more. With a vague nod, Kuro glanced vaguely at Neko's profile as she walked down the hall.

The smile from before was gone, and there was a vaguely depressed expression.

He groaned inside.

It was still weird. It wasn't good at all. Yet somehow Neko didn't want to tell people, or didn't seem to realize it herself.

There is no point in forcing people to answer about their concerns, which they do not want to say or of which they are not aware. There might be a way to get rid of it and find out, but to be honest, Kuro wasn't good at such tricks. Or, if Shiro were here, he would magically solve Neko's problems.

It was then that he sighed at his immaturity.

"Kuro-kun, I've been looking for you!"

There was a figure running from the other side of the hall. A student belonging to Gakuenjima, who is especially close to Kuro and Neko, Yukizome Kukuri.

"Kukuri. What's wrong?"

"Well, it's none of my business, but there's a girl who wants to talk to Kuro-kun. Come on, come out!"

As Kukuri called out to her from behind, a female student ran towards Kuro from the shadows. A student he didn't recognize. As she tilted her head down, she handed him a pink envelope with flushed cheeks.

"Umm, Yatogami Kuro-san! Please take this!"

"For me?"

"E-excuse me!"

When he received the girl's letter without understanding, she bowed her head and ran away. As she left, Kuro's ears picked up a familiar electronic voice.

No way.

An ominous sign hung like a dark cloud. However, it seemed that only Kuro had such a concern. Neko and Kukuri were curious and looked from both sides.

"Hey, what's written there? Let's open it up."

"Uh..."

Opening the envelope and unfolding the letter, Kuro's eyes widened.

There it was written:

"I'll wait for you at the connecting bridge, Yukari."

"The girl from before, her name is Yukari-chan, right?"

Kukuri was playing innocently. However, Kuro was in no mood to be cheerful.

He thought it would come someday. The green clan cannot sit still forever. He had half guessed who would be sent at that time. Therefore, it was inevitable that this letter would reach Kuro.

An old companion of his, but a sworn enemy that he turned his sword against his master.

(Are you finally here? Mishakuji Yukari...!)

Muttering so to himself, Kuro put the letter in his pocket.

Kukuri gave a big thumb up as she smiled.

"Good luck! I support you!"

Of course, she did not know the fate of Kuro and Mishakuji. She's just a normal, good girl who isn't even tinged with supernatural powers.

Still, he was grateful for Kukuri's prayers. Even though she doesn't understand the circumstances, she supports them. That fact alone is why Kuro wields the sword.

"Oh. Pray for my safety, Kukuri."

Saying that, Kuro started to walk.

A bit later, Neke followed him. There was no trace of melancholy in his expression, only the color of determination, but with an irrepressible fear.

After thinking for a moment, Kuro said to Neko.

"Neko. If you're scared, stay here."

"I will go."

Neko's answer was simple. When he looked at Neko with a bit of surprise, she clung to Kuro's arm with an angry expression.

"I told you. This is my house! That's why I'll protect it!"

He took a small breath, and then Kuro chuckled softly.

"...That's right. I'm sorry."

Gakuenjima was the place Kuro, Neko and Shiro had to return to. If someone tries to invade that place, they will face it with all their might. If Kuro thinks that, naturally Neko will think so too. Because they are comrades who share the same destiny.

"Come on, Neko."

"Yes!"

The two then walked away, to protect their home on Gakuenjima.

++++++++++

He was looking down from that figure in the sky.

For nearly half a century his time has passed drifting through the skies. It's a place where he has been wandering with regret and a little hope, comforting himself with occasional guests with whom he had no connection whatsoever.

It's been a while since he's been back there. After a long time, "home" was comfortable and it reminded him of the reason for wandering. He should not be in contact with the earth. Even the reasons that led him to think that way were vivid.

But now...

Anticipating what was about to happen, he was in a state of intense impatience.

He could understand the intentions of the "opponent". He thought they wanted to drag him out of there. Or did they wish that he never descend to earth?

If he abandoned his companions, even for a short time, he would lose the right and reason to go down to earth.

Behind the impatience, he was impressed that the calm thinking part of him was "a good move." From what he heard, the "opponent" seems to be familiar with the game. Royal Fork, or Rookie Checkmate. He had to choose one and discard the other.

He had already decided which one to choose.

He orders a turn. The old "home" turned slowly and swam as if scratching the sky.

The place he should return to was Gakuenjima.

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On the connecting bridge pillar, Mishakuji Yukari was blown away by the wind.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he enjoyed the breeze that caressed his cheeks. His expression was so calm that it was hard to believe that he was about to fight a life and death battle.

It's not because he will take the upcoming battle lightly.

He expected it from the bottom of his heart.

For Mishakuji Yukari, fighting was both a means and an end. Fight to fight. It is pure, transparent, beautiful and strong because it is lean.

Probably more than Yatogami Kuro.

Looking at that person, Kuro clenched his teeth.

He had already put the thought of whether he could win out of his head. He would just do his best to protect this place, Gakuenjima.

With just that determination in their hearts, Kuro and Neko stopped.

Mishakuji's eyes looked at the two of them. The smile on his lips changed color slightly.

"Long time no see. Nice to see you again, Kuro-chan."

"Mishakuji Yukari. What did you come here for?"

Mishakuji shrugged and answered Kuro's hostile question.

"I already told you to call me Onii-sama, didn't I? Besides, I can't say that it's nice to ask everything you don't have to ask."

Saying so, he took out the sword from behind him. Half of the two swords delivered in the Miwa Meishin style, "Ayamachi". The blade shone mysteriously in the sunlight.

"Neko. I'll stop him. Please support me from behind."

"Yes!"

Neko hurriedly nodded and moved away from Kuro and ran behind the pillar. The red Japanese umbrella she is holding is the one she brought from Shiro's room. Because that will protect them instead of the one who is no longer there.

After confirming that, Kuro put his hand on the sword at his waist, "Kotowari".

"So you came here to fix things?"

"It's not okay to answer every single thing you don't have to answer either."

Mishakuji's right arm moved as if he was dancing.

"That's not beautiful!"

The next moment, a flying slash split the air.

Kuro quickly jumped to avoid it. The cut shattered the asphalt and smoke blocked Kuro's vision.

From the smoke, Mishakuji jumped out along with the tip of the sword.

Mishakuji didn't slow down his attack on Kuro, who barely blocked the thrust. The swing of the sword and the "pass" that swung down from the side cut into Kuro's sleeve.

An opportunity!

With his sweaty hands gripping the handle of "Kotowari", Kuro attacked without warning. However, a blow strong enough to create a vacuum only emptied the air.

Mishakuji had disappeared from his sight.

The survival instinct screamed. An enemy was lurking somewhere in his blind spot. In a second the sword could run through him. Knowing this, Kuro was still stiff and unable to move.

"Up! Kurosuke! It's dangerous!"

Neko's scream saved Kuro.

The blade rose before his eyes. "Kotowari" and "Ayamachi" intertwined and sparked. Mishakuji landed light as a feather and pushed his sword further. An unimaginably heavy pressure from that slender body tried to crush Kuro's entire body.

As he did so, Mishakuji showed a charming smile.

"As expected, your skills are still immature. But I will commend you for not running away!"

"This school island is the place where my king, Shiro, will return! I will not allow you to take a single step towards that place."

Mishakuji laughed sarcastically and knocked out Kuro's body.

"It's a shame. Just now, a friend of mine came in."

"What...?!"

Mishakuji did not let the confusion go unnoticed. The pressure was suddenly released and the sword hilt slammed into his upper body as he lost his balance and staggered. Kuro's body was bent like a dog, and his defenseless neck was exposed. The blade of "Ayamachi" was getting closer.

"Don't bully Kuro!"

At the same time as that cry, a huge beckoning cat appeared on the bridge.

"Oh."

Smiling happily, Mishakuji lightly swung his sword. The slash that was unleashed easily cut through the illusion created by Neko's supernatural ability and made the beckoning cat disappear. The reconnaissance operation was forcibly cancelled, and Neko was blown off the bridge, and the red Japanese umbrella she was holding flew into the air.

"Kyaa!"

"Neko!"

Neko who collided with a parapet stretched out and didn't move. Suppressing Kuro who was trying to rush at him with his sword, Mishakuji spoke casually.

"Don't worry. My king wants me to take you back alive, Neko-chan, no. Ameno Miyabi-chan."

Neko leaned against the parapet and shot a startled look at Mishakuji.

"Ameno...? Who...?"

"You don't remember. That's fine."

Shrugging, Mishakuji walked over to Neko. Keeping the sword in his hand.

Kuro's chest was full of passion.

"Mishakuji Yukari! Don't mess with my friend!"

He kicked the ground with a roar and unleashed a slashing attack. Mishakuji danced away from him. He jumped onto a pillar using his supernatural power and ran vertically just as he was. As he held on to it, Kuro boldly attacked him.

"Ooooooooooooh!"

Top, middle, bottom, from all angles, at all speeds, and with all possible techniques, Kuro attempted to overthrow Mishakuji.

On the other hand, Mishakuji's sword was ghostly. If he thinks he's looking for him, he'll hit him, and if he thinks he's right, he'll shake him and his core will never waver. Despite being users of the same Miwa Meishin style, Kuro and Mishakuji's swordsmanship was as different as heaven and earth.

It's probably because Mishakuji fully owns the Miwa Meishin style and then added his own enhancements. He has already reached a height that can be called Mishakuji Shiryu.

Mishakuji said as he mocked Kuro's despair.

"You're as straightforward as ever, Kuro-chan. It's beautiful and upright, but there's a limit to that."

"What are you saying...?!"

"For example, it was the students themselves who allowed Sukuna-chan to enter this academy. That student knows nothing. Not knowing your thoughts, anger, or sense of mission, he invited Sukuna-chan to enter. The place you are dealing with! to protect is already ours!"

The image of that student flickered in Kuro's mind for a moment.

She is about the student who became Mishakuji's henchman and delivered the letter. She was definitely a student at this school. But, at the same time, she is probably also a member of the "Jungle" clan.

If so, how much meaning does his fight to protect this school from "Jungle" have?

"You see, "Jungle" takes root anywhere and absorbs nutrients from anywhere. Our great green tree will eventually reach for the stars with its branches and leaves, swallowing up the golden sun and silver moon alike. And this world will be covered with a beautiful greenery and it will be reborn. I want to see that!"

Shouting like a song, Mishakuji wove a series of feints to corner Kuro. The hilt of the sword struck his forehead and his vision darkened for a moment. The blade approaching the nape of his neck was bounced back with a blind "Kotowari" move, but by this time, Mishakuji's attack had plunged into Kuro's belly.

"Gah!"

Kuro was thrown off the top of the pillar and pulled down by gravity. As he writhed in the air, he activated his supernatural ability to hold off the chasing Mishakuji and, at the same time, tried to absorb the impact of the crash as much as possible.

Even so, he couldn't kill him. Hitting from behind, Kuro tried to regain his balance as he rolled on the ground over and over.

Sticking his sword into the ground, trying to get up.

The tip of Mishakuji's sword pointed at his throat.

"But you will never see that world. You will fall here like a cocoon."

Kuro gritted his teeth as he looked at Mishakuji, who spoke heartlessly.

(Couldn't I win? I'm not this guy...!), Kuro thought.

He felt that he has always been like this.

Since he was swinging his sword under Miwa's tutelage, he was never able to defeat Mishakuji Yukari.

Even when he asked him to practice swordsmanship.

Even when he pointed his sword at Miwa and left.

Even when he appeared as a vanguard of "Jungle".

The result was always like this. Mishakuji remained on his feet until the end, and Kuro finally fell to his knees.

Compared to Kuro, who faithfully executes the techniques taught by his teacher, Mishakuji Yukari's talent is brilliant. In terms of skill and genius, Kuro ranks far below Mishakuji. No matter how much time and effort he puts into it, he may never be able to beat Mishakuji.

Kuro knew that. He understood, but still...

"I won't give in to you...!"

Hearing that, Mishakuji narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. You are ready. Your face is beautiful now."

What dwelt in those eyes was the light of pure intent. Cut Kuro without malice or hostility, just for his own good. Kuro knows better than anyone that Mishakuji Yukari is a man who can do that.

He would be lying if he said he didn't regret it. What will happen to Neko, Kukuri and Gakuenjima after he take his life? Is it possible to stop the tyranny of "Jungle"?

And above all...

Isn't it possible to finally find the man whom he admired as his teacher and who was his friend?

"Yatogami Kuro. Your life is mine!"

Mishakuji raised "Ayamachi". As he looked at the shining white blade from the front, Kuro on his chest, called out his name.

"Shirō!"

++++++++++

He heard a voice.

A voice calling his name.

For half a century he wandered the skies. Even then he heard voices.

A voice calling for help. A voice pleading for salvation. A voice that revealed anguish.

Those were the voices of people who had some kind of illusion towards the airship that was drifting aimlessly through the sky. That heavenly airship was inhabited by paranormal beings that would bring them out of their afflictions. There were quite a few people who took those fantasies seriously, even if they weren't sure where they came from.

But the voice never said his name.

Because whoever it was had nothing to do with them. Gods, angels, aliens, etc. He who brings salvation does not need a name. They fantasize about salvation itself, not about existence as a person.

But now...

"Shiro, Shiro. At this rate, Kuro will be killed."

She was calling his name.

Isana Yashiro, abbreviated as Shiro. The name of a man who did not exist anywhere on this earth. It would also be an illusion.

But she called it by herself.

Even if it was an illusion, even if it was temporary. It was definitely his name. It is proof that he, who had lost all contact with the earth and only wandered alone in the sky, spent time with them, even if it was for a short time.

Just like Kuro and Neko are already part of him.

Isana Yashiro is definitely his name.

Because of that, Shiro thought, "This time, I'll take a step forward."

"Shiro, please help me! Shirooo!"

Shiro took a step forward as if drawn by Neko's voice.

The "Schattenreich" was anchored 300 meters above Gakuenjima. Without hesitation, he threw his body off the ramp into the void. In an instant, gravity caught Shiro's body, and his body began to fall in a straight line towards the ground.

Almost at the same time, the aura of his shrine as the "Silver King", was emitted from Shiro's entire body. A powerful force capable of distorting normal space appeared in a single form above his head, far above him.

The Sword of Damocles.

As proof of being the "King" of "Kings", it is the embodiment of that power.

While deploying a wide area shrine that engulfed the island, Shiro used gravity to superimpose his own super powers and accelerate further. Along the way, a red color crossed the edge of his vision and Shiro smiled quietly. With an invisible force, he pulled the red Japanese umbrella that had been caught in the wire and held it in his hand.

Then Shiro landed on the ground.

He opened the Japanese umbrella and slung it over his shoulder. With just that gesture, all the dust that had been raised was blown away, revealing the figure of Mishakuji, whose eyes were wide with astonishment.

"You are...!"

"Shiro..."

"Shiro!"

With the cheers of Kuro and Neko behind him, Shiro turned the Japanese umbrella around with a cold gaze.

"Isn't it too arrogant to walk into someone's house with your shoes on and try to take and kill someone's family?"

The destination of that line of sight was not Mishakuji.

A bird perched on the pillar of the connecting bridge. The man who watched them through the bird was Shiro's true enemy.

"..."Green King", Hisui Nagare."

++++++++++

The declaration of war received through the screen made his straitjacketed body crack.

Not out of anger or remorse. Clearly, that was jubilation. Nagare's expression, which usually never reveals his emotions, distorted with joy.

"Finally, finally, finally, you are back. You are back, first king, "Silver King" Adolf K. Weismann. You returned to this world, to our game board."

Eliminate the "Silver King". Alternatively, clarifying his whereabouts while making plans for it, Nagare gave little consideration to the first possibility. Judging from his relationship with Yatogami Kuro and Ameno Miyabi, there's no doubt that Weismann would show up. He expected that, and it turned out to be a perfect fit.

Of all the countless plans he has made thus far, there has never been a more exciting moment than this. The "Silver King" is a special existence for Nagare. The forerunner who discovered the "Dresden Slate" and the oldest "King". Being able to see him was one of Nagare's long-hidden wishes.

If his arms could move, he would have extended them. If he had a heart, it would have beat. Nagare, who was not allowed to do any of those things, simply expressed his joy in words. That is to say...

"Welcome."

[ciaossu-imagines]

For Day 17, I used prompt 6 and number 12 for Sukuna from K Project! I rarely write for the Jungle members, but it’s sometimes fun to step outside my comfort zone. This is a very small post, for a small boy, but I hope it feels in character for him and that you guys enjoy!

Do you prefer Marvel or DC?

Sukuna does actually enjoy both Marvel and DC comics. He can see the positive things about both companies and has favourite characters from both.

However, I see him preferring DC comics overall. While Marvel has the better heroes, Sukuna really does find the villains more interesting and fun to read about and DC has some of the best villains out there.

His favourite DC villain? It’s a tie between the Joker and Scarecrow. Overall, Batman’s villain gallery really makes him happy, and he cheers for them more than he does for Batman himself, though Sukuna will admit that he’d happily live in the Batcave any day.

I think he really enjoys the Batman movies, both animated and live action. He doesn’t much like the rest of the DC live action movies though, except for Suicide Squad, which is fun to watch, but not one of his all-time favourite movies or anything.

Marvel’s Cinematic Universe though? That he’s really into, way more than he enjoys the comics.

He loves The Guardians of the Galaxy, especially Groot and Rocket. He’s also a huge Loki fan and definitely watches the Loki television experience.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Few years post rok, Sukuna having a crush on Fushimi.

Kid needs to get in line behind Yata, Munakata, half the alphabet squad, Yata’s siblings, most of the cast… XD Imagine Sukuna being sort of mortified by this though, like say this branches off from those asks where the two of them become friends over video games. They start meeting face to face occasionally too, like they’ll go to the arcade or something. Sukuna hasn’t had much in the way of friends besides Yukari and Hisui so this is a little new for him, he’s always denying that Fushimi’s his friend but he actually enjoys having someone to just chat about video games and terrible parents and annoying stuff with. Fushimi complains about spending time with a kid but he doesn’t mind it that much either, he’s still getting used to having friends besides Yata himself and having someone who understands your shitty rich parents is kinda nice.

A few years pass and I think Fushimi would continue to see Sukuna as more of a little sibling type but Sukuna himself ends up with a bit of a crush. Like by now a lot of the hostility has faded from their relationship and it’s a little more friendly back and forth like how Fushimi still teases Yata, not really serious but just how they communicate. Sukuna’s started to realize by now how talented Fushimi really is, like he probably didn’t think about it much in jungle because he thought of things mostly in terms of fighting and he didn’t realize that Fushimi’s an actual genius. Maybe Fushimi fixes some old childhood game that Sukuna bought secondhand and Sukuna finds himself just a little dazzled (welcome to middle school Yata’s world, Sukuna). Afterward he’s talking to Yukari about how cool it is that he got his game fixed and Yukari teases him about the beauty of first love, Sukuna is immediately like wait no wtf I don’t like that guy.

Except he does totally have a crush now and imagine Sukuna just trying to bury these feelings because ew how could he have a crush on that annoying guy. Fushimi is of course oblivious but maybe slightly less than he used to be, like he notices that Sukuna’s started looking at him the way Yata’s siblings do and he’s probably thinking that this better not turn into anything annoying. Even if he recognized his crush I don’t see Sukuna confessing or anything though, like by this point he’s likely aware that multiple people are interested in Fushimi and he doesn’t want to look like an idiot by blurting it out. He still finds himself staring at Fushimi a little too long sometimes and Fushimi wonders what the issue is, Sukuna acts like he was just making sure Fushimi’s paying attention to their game but internally he’s blushing and quietly freaking out, like why the hell did I have to get a crush on such an inconvenient person.

[thewriters64]

You: Oi! Pretty boy come here

Yuji: …

Sukuna: …

Megumi: …

Gojo: …

*You staring directly at Megumi*

Megumi: *blushing* M…Me, you were talking to me?

You: Obviously now come here!

Yuji: *Smirking*

Sukuna: *Angry*

Gojo: *Pouting*

Nanami: *Rolling his eyes while waking away*

[waywardsan]

Heyyyyy *sips tea* it's been a while. I've been working on this one for a couple of months and just kind of finally got it done (I avoided working on the background for like 2 months, I'm too indecisive). Hopefully you enjoy this one? I put a lot of effort into it 🤗

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Broski I’m trying to find this gosuku (gojo x sakuna) fanfic basically in this fic (it’s like a old era smth au, it was old days u know😭😭😭) basically yuuji and sakuna are twins and like there’s still clans. So gojo meet sukuna because u know clan meeting like u know head of the clan meeting and shit so they met. And then this is the only very specific thing I can remember from it there was a chapter called red room if I’m correct 🥹🥹 it was called that because that room is where yuuji and sakuna father would physically abuse sukuna for having the marks in his body. So like I’m asking for help if you also know this fic because I read it before I made my acc and couldn’t bookmark it 😭😭😭 btw I found this story ongoing on ao3 like on 2021. If you know smth pls dm me 🙏🙏🙏

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Passing out in the middle of sex w/ the JJK men

Incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso

Contains: fem reader, stomach bulge (geto's), rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, fluff, comfort, oral (f!receiving), multiple positions, hair pulling, masturbation, sugar baby!Toji, Virgin!Choso

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Gojo:

"Fuck- take my fucking cock baby, take that shit-" Gojo groaned in your ear, his hands gripping your hair, right against your scalp, as he gave you the meanest fucking backshots, bullying his fat cock into your cunt.

Tears streamed down the sides of your flushed cheeks, soaking into the sheets your face was pressed into. Gojo's body was hunched over yours, his hand pressing into the sheets on the side of your body, giving him the perfect leverage to keep himself up while he fucked you nice and deep.

"Sa-toruuu-" You cried, your moans coming out strangled and choked from the way his cock was assaulting your sweet spot so deep inside you. "What is it? Talk to me, baby." Gojo cooed, sucking in a breath through his teeth when he felt your cunt clench tightly around him as his tip hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

"S-slow down p-pleasee~" You tried to beg, the words spilling from your lips being barely distinguishable from how slurred they were. Gojo giggled, followed by his hand gripping your hair tighter, making your scalp ache. "I dont think I will..." Gojo cooed, pretending to pout when you cried harder in response.

"You were rubbin' all up on me, interrupting my phone call with Nanamin because you wanted my cock so bad. Now you're cryin' about how it's too much?" Gojo said, scrunching his eyebrows at you in faux sympathy. "Nah, you're gonna take it, sorry mama I really am." He finished, emphasizing his words with a harsh thrust into your cunt.

Your hands dug into the pillow you were holding on to for dear life as he sped up his thrusts, rolling his hips just right so he was obliterating your g-spot, making you see stars in your vision. You tried to beg and cry for reprive, but Gojo was not listening at all, his hand shoving your face harder against the pillow instead as he silently told you to shut up and take it.

Gojo's cock always made you see stars and feel dizzy, but something was different this time. Your vision started to trickle more and more with those fuzzy black dots as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm, your eyes struggling to stay in their sockets as they rolled back continuously in your head.

"You cumming baby? You just got so much tighter, fuck!" Gojo groaned, his hand letting up on shoving your head down slightly so he could lean back and rub your clit with the hand that was holding you up. The sneaky thing slinking between your legs and rubbing quick circles against your bud caught you off guard, resulting in a loud cry being ripped from your lungs, making Gojo laugh as you spasmed on his cock, your orgasm taking you by surprise as it wracked your body with tremors.

You opened your mouth in a silent cry as you came, and before you knew it, you were out cold. Your arms going limp under the pillow, your eyes rolling back before they shut completely as you blacked out. "F-fuck-" Gojo hadn't noticed that you passed out, only seconds after he felt your cunt spasm around him, he released your head and placed his hand on your ass, gripping the fat as he pulled out of your pussy, his other hand immediately wrapping around his cock, jerking himself off hastily as he groaned through his orgasm, hot ropes of cum landing all over your ass and back, as Gojo decorated your skin so prettily with his seed.

Your body still trembled in your sleep, but your breathing had evened out. If not for Gojo's hand on your ass, you would've fallen on your side completely. "Shiiiiit, so fucking pretty." Gojo laughed through the last shocks of his orgasm, wringing his cock out over your ass as he made sure he painted your skin with every last drop of his cum.

"You're so quiet baby, you alright?" Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side as he tried to get a better look at your face. Usually, you whined or something when he came all over you, the sensation of his cum on your back making your body jolt in surprise--something. "Baby?" He started to get worried, tucking his cock into his sweats quickly he leaned over you, his hand sliding up your body.

The second Gojo wasn't holding you up anymore, you collapsed against the sheets, your chest rising and falling steadily as you slept. "Oh shit, came so hard you passed out?" Gojo smiled softly, scooping your body into his arms effortlessly. Gojo relaxed when your head tipped limply against his naked chest, your breath tickling his skin. "Maybe I did go too hard, sorry baby~" Gojo cooed, kissing your forehead.

"Alright~ Upsiedasiesy~ Let's go get you cleaned up you drama queen." Gojo smiled to himself, lifting you off the bed as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up all nice so you didn't wake up a sticky mess in the morning. You were already going to beat his ass in the morning for not listening to you when you told him to slow down, it was the least he could do. Satoru listened to you during sex after that. For the most part.

Geto:

Geto had you in the meanest mating press, your legs over his shoulders, body folded over on itself as he leaned his large frame over yours, slowly but roughly fucking his massive cock into your cunt, stretching you out. Geto was obsessed with watching your eyes roll back in your head each time he thrust his dick to the hilt inside you, his ego swelling each time your face scrunched in painful pleasure from the sheer size of him.

"You feel me in there baby? Feel me in 'ur fuckin' stomach?" Geto groaned, his hand sliding between the two of you to press harshly against your stomach, feeling his cock through your pelvis. Your eyes shot open in alarm, the feeling of his cock being ten times more intense as your g-spot was now forced down to meet his cock.

"S-suguru d-dont press there!!" You tried to tell him, your hands around his neck digging into his skin, sure to leave angry red marks all over his back from your nails. "Su-suguuu!!" You cried. Each time he pulled his cock out and fucked it back inside you it felt like your guts were falling out, your body molding around him when he thrust back inside as he made room for his stupidly large cock.

"But it feels so fucking good-" He groaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he felt his cock thrust inside you from the outside of your body. "Cmon sweet girl, look~" Geto grabbed your arm, pulling it off of his back, your nails scratching his skin in the process as he let up the pressure of his hand on your tummy, placing your hand where his once was before he pressed his over yours, returning the pressure as he made you feel his cock through your skin.

"You feel that? I'm so deep huh?" Geto cooed against your lips, feeling your rapid breaths tickle against them as you basically hyperventilated from how intense it felt. "Y-yes I feel it- fuck!" You whined, your head tipping back into the pillow, your eyes rolling back in your head, your lids following, shutting around them.

Geto kept your hand pressed there as he leaned forward, sucking hickeys into your neck, his hips fucking faster into you when he felt like your pussy was loosened enough. "Ah- ah- ah-" He fucked short, desperate cries from your lungs with each thrust, your fingers tangling in his long hair, gripping against the strands for dear life.

Your legs ached from the position as he pummeled your cunt, giving you deep thrusts as he pulled his cock out almost entirely before thrusting it back into you. "Sugu- It's too deep- too much-" You cried against his ear, your face only flushing redder and redder the longer he fucked into you.

"Shhh, you can take it, just let me give it to you princess, let me fuck you like this." He whispered back, his breath tickling your neck as he spoke, his lips going back to suck against your neck as he disregarded your words. You cried on his cock all the time, complaining about how it was 'too much' but you never meant it, always complaining and asking why he stopped when he actually did slow down, so why would it be any different this time?

"N-no Sugu reallyyy- t-too much-" You tried to whimper out, your eyes squeezing together tightly as the pressure in your stomach became too much. The pleasure was overwhelming, and his weight pressing against you was overbearing, your body couldn't take it anymore. Your jaw dropped in a gasp right before your body went limp, your mind going completely blank as you passed out, mid stroke.

Your hand loosening in his hair and falling limply against the sheets was all he needed to know something wasn't right. Within seconds of you passing out, Geto pulled his head back from your neck to look at your face, noticing how relaxed it was as your head laid to the side against his pillow. He stopped his thrusts completely, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he let your legs fall from his shoulders, his hand caressing your cheek.

"Baby?" Geto spoke, shaking your head softly, your head jostling limply in his hold. He pulled his cock out of you that instant, his thighs straddling your hips as he cradled your face in both of his hands, shaking a little harder as he tried to wake you up. "Cmon pretty, wake up for me." He mumbled to himself, tapping his fingers against your cheek.

He sighed in relief when you stired awake, gaining your consciousness. "There you are." He smiled, his cock still throbbing hard pointing upwards as he crawled off of you, sliding to the side of your body, running his hands over your cheeks. "You passed out on me baby." He explained when you looked at him slightly confused, your face instinctually leaning into his touch.

He lifted your body with ease from under your arms, making you sit on his thighs, facing him. You leaned forward onto his chest, your shaky body absorbing his body heat. "Asshole..." You mumbled into his skin, wrapping your arms under his, your hands resting on his back. His cock twitched when it was pressed against your stomach, but he did his best to ignore it. "I told you it was too much." You chastized, hiding your face in his chest as you blushed in embarrassment, you cant belive you actually just fucking passed out during sex.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't know you were serious." He said, trying to hold back his giggles as he soothingly rubbed his hands over your back. "Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole." You repeated, one of your hands sliding out from his arm to weakly slap at his naked chest, your blush only growing deeper. You wished you would pass out again to excape how embarrassing this was.

"I know, I know. I'm an asshole." He agreed, pressing his lips together as he looked down at you fondly as you took your anger out on him. He knew you were embarrassed, so if this is what made you feel better so be it. The fact that he was still hard only added to your irritation, your face feeling as hot as the sun as you smacked him harder, "Pervert, pervert, pervert, pervert." You groaned, your chant switching between the two.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." He laughed, squeezing tightly around your body, pressing your arms flush to his body so you couldn't hit him anymore. You blushed furiously and helplessly against him as your body was restrained by his sheer strength. "Are you okay baby? Seriously." He asked, tipping his head to the side as he looked at you, his hand stroking over your head. "I-I'm fine." You blushed at his sudden demeanor change.

"Good, also I think we might want to establish a safeword from now on." He added, your eyes darting around the room as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed in agreement, still trying to recover from the massive hit to your pride passing out had done to it.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? I'll run you a bath and make you some tea, okay? Sound good princess?" Geto asked, his large hands running over the expanse of your back, making your body relax against his unconsciously as you nodded against him, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep.

Nanami:

"Mmm..." Nanami moaned against your clit, shaking his head back and forth along your folds while he sucked your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking against it in his mouth. "Fff-uck!!" You cried, your thighs squeezing around his head as he ate you out like a man starved.

Your hands dug into his hair tightly, your nails raking against his scalp to ground yourself, Nanami's long fingers curled right against your sweet spot inside you, his quick thrusts only adding to the already loud squelching coming from between your legs, making the tips of your ears turn red in embarrassment. You fought your head to stay down, looking at Nanami, you didn't want to miss the sight of your gorgeous husband eating you out.

It's not like it was a rare occurrence, Nanami ate you out every single time before the two of you had sex, but it was a sight to behold every single time. You never got tired of the sight of his lidded eyes staring at yours, the entire half of his lower face covered in your slick, his usually uniform hair being strewn in every direction as you ruffled the strands, your hands pushing his bangs out of his face to get a better view of him.

One of Nanami's hands was pressed between his body and the bedsheets as he jerked himself off while he ate you out, unable to ignore the throbbing pleasure in his cock he got from tasting you. He stroked his cock to the pace of his fingers inside you, trying to mimic the way your cunt felt around him.

"Oh fuck- Nanami right there-" You moaned, your jaw dropping in a small o when he sucked your clit just right, his fingers stabbing into your spot simultaneously, causing the most delicious pleasure to wrack through your body. Your back arched as you pressed Nanami's head agaisnt your pussy, keeping him in that exact spot that had you seeing stars. "Fuck don't stop- k-keep sucking my clit I'm gonna cum-" You gasped, your words coming out breathily as you threw your head back, your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure.

Nanami groaned into your folds, his hand jerking faster over his cock when he felt your cunt pulse faster around his fingers. "Nggghhhh-" You whined as the pleasure took over your body, your thighs snapping shut around your husbands head as he continued to suck your clit into his mouth, his fingers fucking into you as he worked your though your orgasm.

Your body jerked forward, hands digging into his hair as you cried out his name as you felt your release squirt into his mouth. Nanami drank up all of you hungrily, his tongue lapping at the base of his fingers when you started to come down from your high, his adam's apple bobbing as he greedily swallowed up all of your cum.

"Good girl, good fucking girl." Nanami groaned against your clit, his voice coming out hoarse. You whined as his fingers continued thrusting inside of you, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock. You thought he was going to stop after you came, but you quickly realized after trying to push his head away to no avail, that that was not the case. Nanami was in one of his moods, and he was not done eating your pussy quite yet.

"Fuck- Ken waitttt- It's sensitive Kento-" You cried, your hands pushing at his head harder, trying to get him to let up. His hand that was jerking himself off shot out from under him to grab at both of your wrists, pushing them off of his head as he gripped them over your pelvis, his eyes shooting daggers at you.

You whined, your body thrashing and jerking in oversensitivity as he kept fucking you, continuing the same rough pace as before, your poor clit being assaulted by his ruthless tongue as he battered at it. "Oh g-oddd-" You groaned, your face scrunched in the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked you quickly towards another orgasm.

You thought the black dots that started to speckle your vision were because of your impending orgasm, but you would be sorely mistaken. Your entire body tensed before it relaxed against the sheets, your head fell back against the pillow, your hands loosened in Nanami's hair, and your thighs relaxed with the rest of your body as you fell unconcious.

Nanami's eyes were screwed shut as he shook his head back and forth, but they peeled open when he noticed how your body relaxed at once. He was met with your peaceful-looking face as your body laid slack agaisnt the sheets. He quickly raised from between your thighs, wiping your cum from his mouth with the back of his hand he reached over you and caressed your face, calling your name repeatedly.

It didn't take much for you to come to, you were only out for maybe a total of thirty seconds. You awoke to Nanami's body hovering over yours, his flushed face staring at yours with concern. "Hey there." He smiled when you fully opened your eyes. The first thing you noticed was how sore you felt between your legs, your face scrunching in discomfort.

"I'm sorry, that was too much wasn't it?" Nanami immediately apologized, his face softening as he caressed your sleepy-looking face. "I- I didn't know I was going to pass out, I'm sorry." You replied, looking away from his gaze. Sure, it did feel intense, but nothing more than you haven't felt before.

"Don't apologize sweet thing, it was my fault, I should be more careful. I got carried away." Nanami said honestly. Your shaky hands reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling his face down to meet your own. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, full of love and compassion, before you pulled away, looking at him with a red face.

"I'm okay, It's alright Ken." You reassured, rubbing your fingers over his undercut, making him practically purr. He sighed in relief before his body was pressing against yours, his arms wrapping under your body. "You had me worried. Never passed out on me before." Nanami spoke into the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses into the skin there.

You giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, keeping him tightly against you. "Kento." You spoke after a couple seconds, making him hum into your neck. "You're really hard. I can feel it on my leg." You whispered, blushing at your own words. Nanami cleared his throat before he spoke, his head pulling up from your neck to look at your face, "Ah, sorry. Ignore that, I'll go take care of it." He said, the tips of his ears turning red.

You pulled him back down towards you when he tried to get up to take care of his little problem. "That's not what I meant." You said, looking into his eyes while you bit your lip. "I uh... I'm up to keep going if you want. You haven't even put it in yet." You said, running your fingers up the back of his head, sending goosebumps down his spine.

"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Nanami said softly, trying to ignore how hard his cock twitched in his sweats at the proposition. "Ken I'm okay I promise. Please? I want you inside me." You whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips. Those words were all he needed to hear. Looking between your bodies before he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your cunt, he looked back up at you before he spoke, "Are you sure?"

You humped your hips up to meet his as you nodded, "I'm sure, please." You said once more, moaning softly when his tip bumped against your sensitive clit. With a sigh, Nanami leaned forward, hovering his lips right above yours, "Alright... I'll be careful."

Toji: cw: toji keeps going after you pass out, breeding kink

"Dirty fuckin' girl, pussy is fuckin' swallowing up my cock," Toji growled, yanking your hips back to meet his, his heavy balls slapping against your clit roughly, making you whine in painful pleasure. You arched your back, throwing your ass against him to meet his thrusts, your hands against the sheets holding yourself up giving you the perfect leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Fuck Toji- Harder- give it to me harder-" You begged, biting your lip as your eyes crossed at his cock pounding against your g-spot, his fat tip absolutely obliterating it. "Anything for my favorite client~" Toji groaned, smirking at your shameless show of your need for him, his hips pulling back further as he fucked all 8 inches into you faster, pulling out to the tip before he bullied it back inside you.

"Ohmygoddd-" You whined, your cunt gushing around him as he fucked you just how you liked, his hands sneaking under your body to rub at your clit, adding to your pleasure. "How's that feel mama? Am I giving it to you good? You like when I fuck you hard like this?" Toji cooed, groaning through his words. You fucking loved how filthy his mouth was.

Toji wasn't quiet outside of the bedroom, but he wasn't exactly a man of many words. During sex, however--this beast of a man got pussy drunk on you quick every single time, the feeling of your familiar tight, wet walls around him never failing to make his lips loose, filth spilling from his lips without a second thought the second they popped into his fucked out head.

"Yes T-toji, feels so good- you're s-so deep-" You whined back, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes. Toji groaned at your words, his finger rubbing faster across your clit, his movements becoming sloppy as your words worked him up to no end. Toji would never admit it out loud, but he had a major praise kink. He could feel his cock leak pre-cum every time you told him how good his cock felt inside you.

"Yeah, pretty girl? Feels that good? You fucking love this dick huh?" He babbled, sucking air in through his teeth when you clenched around him. "Yes Tojiiii, love it so much- fucking love your dick- g'na make me cum-" You cried, your words coming out slurred. Toji loved how easy it was to make you cum, your body was so sensitive to his every touch it drove him up the fucking walls.

"Good girl, this fucking dick loves you too." Toji laughed through a groan. "'M gonna cum with you pretty girl, where do you want it, hm? Where do you want my c-cum? he added, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt with his impending release.

"I-Inside inside please- cum inside me-" You babbled, the upper half of your body falling against the sheets as your arms gave out. Toji's body chased yours, his hands planting on the sides of your body on the bed as he humped his cock into you, his fingers not letting up on your clit as he rubbed small quick circles into the little bud.

You felt so dizzy with his cologne filling up your nose with his proximity. He hooked his fingers into your already open mouth as he gave you hard, deep thrusts, fucking you both toward your orgasms. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Cum deep inside your tight little cunt?" Toji groaned against the shell of your ear. "Might knock you up, bet you'd like that though huh? Bet it makes you feel all hot jus' thinkin' about it, can feel your pussy tryna' milk my cock right now." He babbled.

You didnt even have time to respond before you were gasping agaisnt his fingers, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock fucked your orgasm out of you, his hips rolling into your ass, the tip of his cock massaging against your sweet spot so perfectly, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Oh shit- so fucking tight-" Toji groaned as you came around him, your pussy spasming around him.

You severely underestimated how hard your orgasm was. Barely three seconds into it and you were blacking out, your arch falling as you fell limply against the sheets, Toji's hips chasing yours as he continued fucking into you with reckless abandon. "Oh shit, did'ya pass out, pretty?" Toji groaned, his hands pressing into the sheets next to your body as he continued humping into your warm cunt, his eyes taking in the sight of your relaxed face.

"Shit-" Toji laughed, feeling a whole new wave of arousal wracks through him, "You don't mind if I finish right? 'M so fucking close~" He cooed at you as you breathed steadily against the sheets, your cunt still sucking him in as tightly as it was while you were awake. Toji smirked as he picked up his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you with loud squelches. "Yeah, you don't mind. Such a good girl for me, always so fucking good." He praised, feeling himself on the edge.

"Fuck- I'm cumming princess, gonna fill you up just how you w-wanted. Sorry, you're not awake to f-feel it. There's gonna be so fucking much." He babbled, his hips losing their rhythm inside you right before he came. Your body jostled limply as he used your cunt to get himself off, his hips stilling agaisnt your ass as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum inside you, groaning loudly through his teeth as he did so.

"Yeah take that fucking load- goddd. Suck me so good even when you're out. Heh." he huffed out a laugh as he rolled his hips agaisnt your ass, making sure he gave you every last drop of his cum. He let himself relish in the feeling of your warm walls spasming around him for a few seconds longer before he pulled out, his cum chasing his cock as it dripped out of your tight hole, dribbling down your pussy.

Sitting back on his heels, he scooped his cum up with his fingers before he shoved them inside you, making sure his cum stayed nice and deep in your pussy. "Guess I gotta wake you up now, huh?" Toji said to himself, his eyes taking in how peaceful you looked. "Time to get up sleeping beauty. Daddy needs his payment." He said half joking as he crawled up your body and slapped your cheek softly before following it up with a gently rub, trying to wake you up.

Sukuna: cw: heian era true form sukuna, monsterfucking, rough sex, cervix fucking, degradation, stomach bulge, misogyny if you squint, squirting, semi-soft Sukuna at the end

"That's the best you can do? Your reputation does not precede you, I thought you could take cock with no problem, hm? Should I have chosen someone else?" Sukuna teased, pouting as you struggled to ride his massive cock, your hands jerking his second cock in tandem as you tried to bounce on the other.

Sukuna had never picked up a girl from a whorehouse before, but with your reputation running rampant across the village he resided in about how well you supposedly took cock, he decided to give it a shot. He was only teasing when he said he should've chosen someone else. You were easy on the eyes, and he would be lying if he said he didn't love watching a pretty girl struggle on his cock.

Usually, he would be fed up with this slow, weak pace, but he was in no rush today, so he decided to have a little fun with you. "I've n-never taken someone as big as you m-my lord." You whined, your hands squeezing around his tip harder when his cock hit your cervix painfully as you sat down on it.

"No? Is that why you're being such a crybaby?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he watched fat tears roll down your rosy cheeks, mixing with the sweat beading on your neck. His eyes watched how your tits bounced as you rode him, only taking in about half of his cock as the whole thing proved to be too painful.

"Fuckkk-" You groaned, ignoring his words as you tried to focus on taking his cock the best you could. Sukuna sat back agaisnt his throne, two inhuman arms spread over the armrests on his throne, two placed on your thighs, his long nails digging into your thighs as you rode him.

The slow pace was annoying, sure, but it was doing something for him to watch your face twist in painful pleasure as you fucked him. "L-lord Sukuna, P-please, a little help please-" You whined, feeling your legs start to ache from riding him for so long, your stomach starting to cramp from how deep he was inside you.

"How shameless." He tsked, "We just met, you fuck me at the pace of a snail, and now you dare to ask me for help? What terrible manners." He chastised before his strong hands pulled you down against him completely, his cock fucking into your cunt as deep as it could go, his tip knocking painfully against your cervix.

You cried out in pain, the sound sending blood rushing to his cock, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he watched you writhe on top of him, your hands leaving his second cock to press over the bulge in your tummy, your jaw dropped in awe. "It's deep huh? I can see it poking through your skin." Sukuna growled before his hands slit to your waist and used the leverage he had there to fuck you on his cock like his own personal cocksleve.

"S-sukunaa!! L-ord Sukuna p-please! It's too much!" You cried, your hands grabbing his thick wrists as he fucked you at an inhuman pace--fitting. Sukuna looked at you almost disgusted, confused, you couldn't tell through the tears blurring your vision. "What a selfish girl." He growls. "I thought you wanted help? But now it's too much? Make up your mind, dumb woman."

You could do nothing but cry and scream as he impaled you on his cock. You've never felt anything like how you were feeling right now, it was so intense. You swore the second you walked out of here, you were going to go straight to the infirmary to check if he had punctured your stomach open, because it sure as hell felt like it.

"And now she can't even talk, how pathetic." Sukuna tsked, looking at you with a face full of disappointment. You could barely register the small sinister smirk spreading across his face before you felt the reason for his demeanor change on your body. Looking down you saw a mouth the size of a small child had manifested on his stomach, and a thick tongue was poking out between the lips to lick at your pussy.

"H-huh!?" You yelped in surprise when the tongue battered harshly against you, sending sparks through your tummy. "Surely you'll be able to move your hips now, hm? This spot here makes women so sensitive." Sukuna cooed, watching how the tongue on his stomach emphasized his words by trying to focus on your clit. The attempt proved to be a little difficult from the size difference of your small clit to his tongue, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself nonetheless.

"Wait- w-wait please p-lease wait-" you cried, the feeling of his tongue quickly becoming overwhelming. The cock not inside you was dripping pre-cum all over the outside of your tummy, the appendage having a strong curve as his tip was being rubbed against your skin. Before Sukuna could spew more mean words, a clear liquid was being sprayed across his abdomen, making his eyes open in surprise.

Sukuna had never seen anything like it before. The liquid dripped down his cock, and all over his abdomen, some of it even landing on the stomach mouth as he lapped it up greedily, tasting the liquid. While Sukuna was still taking in this new sight, your body collapsed limply against his chest, his hands freezing in place as he looked down at your smaller frame agaisnt him, breathing peacefully unconscious as if you weren't currently tending to him.

"You're kidding me," Sukuna growled, the prominent vein in his forehead popping out as he ran his hand through his hair, sighing at the current predicament. "Human women are so weak." He sighed, continuing to rake his eyes over your frame as you slept without a care in the world against him. "I have no interest in fooling around with a sleeping person. So boring." He said, his lip raising in untinerest.

His cock was still hard inside of you, his mind still replaying what had happened moments before you passed out so selfishly. How could you expose him to something like that then pass out? He wanted to see it again. His eyes studied your face, and after some time he found himself thinking you looked almost cute.

He didn't recognize the feeling, chalking it up to amusement as one of his large hands rested on your lower back. his eyes finally looking away from your frame as he looked around the empty room around him. "You better wake up soon, girl. I'm not done with you." Sukuna growled, relaxing against his throne as he waited for his little plaything to awaken.

Choso:

"Fuck- oh god this feels so good-" Choso cried, humping his big cock desperately and sloppily inside your cunt. Choso was a virgin prior to your interaction now, and you had somehow convinced him to let you take his virginity from him. You had always been attracted to the half-curse, so you thought this was a brilliant idea.

What you hadn't accounted for, was the possibility that this innocent man had a horse cock between his thighs. Choso had thought there was something wrong with his equipment when you stared at his cock like it was something foreign after he pulled it out of his pants. "I-is there something wrong?" He had asked insecurely.

Your eyes merely dragged up to meet his eyes slowly, the awestruck look still on your face, your jaw dropped in a small o shape as you stared at him incredulously. When you told him his cock was the biggest you'd ever seen, he looked almost confused, proceeding to ask you if that was a good thing. Choso clearly had no idea how big he was, and he definitely had no idea how to use it.

He was so oblivious to how much damage his dick was currently doing to your pussy. You briefly taught him how to stretch you out on his fingers, but even as thick as they were--they did little to prepare you for the girth and length of his cock. You bit your bottom lip as you tried to conceal your moans, trying your best to instruct Choso how to fuck you correctly.

His reckless, sloppy thrusting did feel good nonetheless, but you knew with a cock his size--that it could feel even better if he fucked you with some sort of a technique. "C-choso- a-aim your hips up when you t-thrust inside me," You whined, your hands reaching down to grab his hips and pull them towards you, trying to give him some direction. "L-like this?" Choso asked, thrusting into you at a new angle, the tip of his cock pistoning straight into your sweet spot.

You sighed out in sweet relief at how good it felt. "Yes~ Fuck yes, right there Choso, keep fucking me right there, just like t-that," You praised, your eyes rolling back in your head as it fell back against the pillow. You allowed Choso to have his way with your body as your relaxed against the sheets.

It was a smart move on your end to suck Choso off and make him cum once before he fucked you, he was lasting longer than you thought he would for a virgin. "God- It's so tight. Is it always this tight?" He asked, staring between where the two of you were connected, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.

"Mhmm- y-yeah." You answered, only half listening to his question as he fucked you just right, his fat cock hitting all the right spots inside you. "It's so warm too... I love this, I love fucking you like this. I- I don't want this to end." He babbled honestly, quickly becoming pussy drunk as his eyes searched for yours. You looked down at him, meeting his desperate, puppy-like gaze.

Smiling at his sweet face, you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards you, your lips grazing against his. "Me neither Choso, keep fucking me. Your cock feels s-so good inside me." You whispered against his lips, resulting in a whine from the dark-haired man before you pressed your lips to his, swallowing up all his gasps and whines.

He kissed you sloppily, but his beginner technique felt good as he tried to copy you, licking into your mouth, and tangling his tongue with yours. "This feels good," He pulled away to moan aginst your lips before leaning back in to continue making out with you.

His honesty made you hot all over, you don't think you've ever been with a guy as verbal and sweet as Choso. "So good Cho, you're doing so good." You groaned against his lips, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he fucked his cock inside you.

He pulled back from the kiss as he placed leaned back on his heels, pulling your thighs over his as he fucked into you in the new position. This position allowed his cock to fuck straight into your g-spot, making you cry out loudly for him. "Holy fuck-" You groaned, your eyes rolling back in your head at how intense it felt.

Choso groaned at your response, his face heating up at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him tighter at this new angle. While the curse took in how your body moved and bounced under him, his eyes latched onto a small pearl-looking thing right above the hole he was fucking into, the bead being covered slightly with a flap of skin.

The sudden urge to touch it came over him as he reached out for it, "Can I touch right here?" He asked. Before you were able to look down at what he was referring to, you felt his thumb on your clit, the pad of it rubbing along the nub with pinpoint accuracy. The added sensation of him touching your clit made you scream out for him.

The fact that this half-curse had manifested less than a year ago, was currently losing his virginity, and had found your clit with such ease, better than most people you've had who weren't virgins and had been alive for however many years-- sent you spiraling. "Fuck Cho w-wait-" You tried to warn him it was too much, but it was too late.

Your vision went blurry and your head spun as little black dots clouded your vision before you blacked out, falling unconscious in the middle of him fucking into you and harshly rubbing at your clit. "H-huh?" Choso stopped moving when he looked down and noticed your limp body. He called out you name, and to no avail, not even a twitch of response from your out-cold body.

He stayed inside of you, frozen in place as he tried to think of what to do. "A-are you okay?" He asked, his hand shaking the side of your body gently, your body jiggling with his touch. "I don't know what to do..." He mumbled, looking around the room like the walls would come to life and give him guidance.

"Hey, you okay?" He repeated again, leaning over your body to shake your face, his cock still snug inside you. You winced and groaned as you came to, your eyes cracking open once more. You were met with Choso smiling softly at you, looking relieved. "You fell asleep. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Are you okay?" He asked, keeping his hand on your face, rubbing the sweat from your skin.

"Fuck... Choso I'm sorry, I bet I scared you huh?" You said apologetically, your hand cupping over his as you rubbed the back of his hand. Choso pouted before he responded, "Don't be sorry, I was a little startled, but I think that was my fault." He said, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. "Does that normally happen?" He asked, tipping his head at you.

You laughed, your hand caressing down his arm. "Not usually no, it's definitely never happened to me before, you're dick is just too good Cho." You giggled, watching how embarrassed he got when you said that. "I-I don't know." He said, looking away from your face in embarrassment--he really was oblivious.

"No?" You teased, purposefully squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him hiss at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut. "Why don't you fuck me some more, hm? I'll tell you all about how good your cock makes me feel." You whisper teasingly, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, pushing his stray hair away from his face.

"Is that okay?" He asked hesitantly, "What if you pass out again?" Choso swallowed all the saliva in his dry mouth, feeling himself throb inside your walls. He really did want to keep going, but he was afraid of you passing out again. "It's okay, just take it easy, and maybe don't touch my clit for now." You added, laughing, making him blush as he nodded in understanding.

[sideeve]

⠀⠀⠀“WHAT?! SEX BAN?!”

﹅ contains ;; gojo satoru , kento nanami , choso kamo , toji fushiguro , ryomen sukuna , geto suguru

﹅ alt title ;; how long the jjk men can withstand the sex ban

﹅ warnings ;; sorta sub!choso , whiny!choso , toji's part is more explicit than the others , this is my first time writing for some of the character so i'm sorry if i didn't describe them well

GOJO SATORU (3 days)

“are you serious?” gojo groans, slumping forwards. gojo watched in disappointment as you crossed your arms, looking away from him. "you did it so you have to pay." for weeks, you've been trying to tell gojo to separate the colors from the whites while doing laundry. him just wanting to get it over with, he dumped them all in the same load, ruining some of your favorite pieces of clothing.

"baby, please. i won't do it again," he begs, kneeling in front of you. but to no avail, you stood your ground.

it only took him 3 days to convince you to wave your white flag, surrendering to his seduction. "you look good in my shirts." gojo's hands caress your hips as he presses his chest to your back. "i would be in my clothes if you would just listen to me." you huff, "i never said i was disappointed." gojo whispered, his hard-on pressing on your ass.

“please. just drop the ‘sex ban’. i said i was sorry.” his lips make a trail of kisses on your neck. you needed him too. whenever he wasn’t around, you would use your toys, trying to not let gojo know you were sexually needy. but they didn’t work.

RYOMEN SUKUNA (not happening!)

no. just no. it’s funny that you even thought about putting that in motion. sukuna was too desperate for sex but never wanted to admit it.

“no,” he stood above, crossing his arms, making himself seem bigger than you (as if he even needed to do that). “you can’t deprive me of sex, woman.” he grunts. “but i can, kuna. that’s what you fail to realize.” you tut, standing up to walk away.

one of his four arms wraps around your waist, throwing you back on the soft surface. "you're not going through with this." he growls in your ear, crawling go top of you.

how dare you even think such a thing? you were his woman, his twin flame. you were the only person he showed the littlest respect to and you decide to do some foolery like this.

he tugs your shirt over your head, your bra coming next. his rough hands slide over your chest. "such beauty..." he whispers. "i'll make sure you never think of this again.

KENTO NANAMI (it was on accident)

his job was taking him away from you. between being a jujutsu sorcerer and a businessman, he couldn't find time to be a partner for you.

due to the lack of attention you were receiving, you became sexually pent up, having the urge to pleasure yourself at the worst times. the feeling of neglect was creeping up on you. some days, you forgot nanami even lived with you.

"love, i'm home." nanami tugs off his tie, tossing it to the side. "i don't know how long i can take of this." he rubs his temples, deeply sighing as he led himself to your shared bedroom. before his hand touched the cold metal knob, he heard your muffled moans and the squelching of your cunt.

he slowly opens the door, peeking in the room before fully entering. "it seems i've neglected you." he watches as you quickly cover yourself as if he hasn't seen you naked many times. he unbuttons the top of his shirt as he saunters to the edge of the bed, removing the covers off you.

"seems like i have some things to make up for."

CHOSO KAMO (not even a day)

"please." he whines, his head resting on your lap as he looks up at you. ever since you shared your first time with choso, he's been going at it with you like rabid dogs. if he wasn't inside you, his head was squished in between his thighs.

"choso, i need a break." you sigh, trying to remove him from off you. his grip on your legs was tight as he put his face in between your thighs, shaking his head. he was acting like he couldn't survive without your cunt somehow being involved.

"i swear, i'll leave you alone after. just please," he whined. you couldn't resist him for much longer. you hated when he got all whiny like a baby. he was spoiled because of you.

"fine." you undo the tie of your sweatpants before his hands swatted yours away, tugging your pants and panties off. "i promised you." he kisses your inner thigh before his tongue began flicking away.

TOJI FUSHIGURO (mans was balls deep in you the second you said it)

"you really think so?" he darkly chuckles, rubbing himself on you. "toji, i'm sorry. please." you whine, wiggling your ass on his cock. "i don't think you are." he teases, stepping away from you.

you whine, following him. "it was a joke." you press your hand on his chest. "did i laugh?" he tilts his head, smirking at you. you sigh, "toji, i'm sorry." you press yourself against him, your chest touching his.

"fuck." you knew he couldn't resist the feeling of your chest on him. it was like heaven to him. "turn around." he grunts, gripping your hips to turn you around, bending you over.

he easily slid inside of you due to how wet you got over time. "don't say stuff you don't mean, baby." he laughs, thrusting into your backside. it was worth it.

GETO SUGURU (you gave in after implementing it)

you wanted to test geto's limits, giving him an extra nnn moment which made you realize something. it was always you initiating sex. "geto, please. i give up." you whine, following him around the house.

he chuckles, "everyone must deal with their consequences, my love." he turns to you. he plastered a sinister smile, taunting you. he saw how much you needed him but he wasn't caving in until he heard you say it.

"i'll do anything. my hand isn't even working anymore." you simper. it was starting to become frustrating seeing how calm he was about all of this as you were suffering.

"i need you! is that what you wanted to hear?" you shout, earning a grin from him. he walks closer to you, his finger tracing your jawline, "why didn't you say that sooner, love?" he chuckles.

[xuviec]

uncle sukuna and his nephew !!

[hanavbara]

retro jujutsu kaisen 🩸😈 #呪術廻戦    #JJK

[itsuki-minamy]

K - ONE YEAR LATER

CHAPTER 9: SEE YOU AGAIN (BY RAIRAKU REI)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

A year has passed since then.

"I'm here~..."

Sukuna Gojo moaned from the pain in his knee.

After daily sword practice with Mishakuji, that kind of pain would appear at night. While he was crouching on the floor and rubbing his knees, Mishakuji came out of the bathroom and laughed.

"Oh, Sukuna-chan. You look bad."

"You look bad! You look bad!"

From the top of the perch set up in the room, Kotosaka agreed with Mishakuji and sneered at Sukuna.

"Shut up."

He was used to injuries like bruises, but he didn't like the pain in his joints. Mishakuji said as he slid a lotion-soaked cotton pad over his cheek.

"Growing pains, right? It's easy to over exercise when you're growing up. Did you stretch correctly?"

"......"

"Even though you are active in practice, why are you skipping it? Cooling down is important maintenance for your body."

Sukuna reluctantly started to stretch after hearing that with an exasperated face. It was too late for a post-exercise cool-down, but he felt that slowly stretching his body eased the pain a bit.

"Hurry up and take a shower after you're done stretching. The one who should make dinner today is Sukuna-chan."

"I know."

After swinging his sword out with all his might, Sukuna was covered in sweat and dust. Mishakuji wouldn't let him walk into the kitchen looking like that, and even Sukuna felt uncomfortable.

As he was about to go to the bathroom after finishing his stretches, Mishakuji called out, "Sukuna-chan.".

"What?"

Looking back, Mishakuji stood next to Sukuna and smiled amusedly.

"As expected, you have grown."

"Eh... Yes?"

Mishakuji looked at Sukuna and he was as tall as ever. But when they told him that, just a little... he felt that Mishakuji's face and his eyes were getting closer than before.

He didn't care if he told him that he was growing. Though Sukuna replied curtly, "Maybe so.", and he triumphantly headed to the bathroom.

In the time of "Jungle", Sukuna had a way of fighting that was based on the great powers that Nagare had given him.

He fought by freely manipulating a scythe that was taller than his body, equipped with a blade made of powerful green lightning, with his supernaturally strengthened physical abilities.

Of course, he could still fight the same way he did then. The power that he received from Nagare has not yet disappeared from inside Sukuna.

However, he had no guarantee that the power would continue since the "Slate" was destroyed.

That's why Sukuna asked Mishakuji to teach him how to use the sword.

Mishakuji's strength does not depend solely on his supernatural powers. He is rooted in a trained body and mind, and polished technique.

Sukuna wanted something that could be called his own power, so that even if the time came for his super power to disappear, he wouldn't go back to being a helpless child.

After taking a shower, Sukuna stood in the kitchen after properly drying his hair with a blow dryer since Mishakuji was noisy.

He boiled water in a pot, added the onions and broth, and while it simmered, he chopped the green onions, ham and carrots. Iwa-san always wanted to add green peppers, but he didn't like them, so he skipped them (well, if Mishakuji had green peppers when it was his turn to cook, he would have eaten them). Carrots, he also cut into large pieces for Kotosaka and set aside.

He placed a beaten egg in the pot of bouillon soup and finished the egg drop soup first.

He made scrambled eggs by dropping two egg mixtures sprinkled with salt and pepper into a hot skillet and putting them on a plate. He put the carrots in the pan, starting with the hard-to-cook carrots to stir-fry, then add the rice to stir-fry. The smell of sesame oil and ingredients filled the room, making Sukuna's stomach growl. He also added green onions and ham, returned the scrambled egg to the pan, and drizzled it with soy sauce. Fried rice can be made quickly, and if he adds vegetables to it, even Mishakuji, who is picky about nutritional balance, won't complain, so it has become a Sukuna staple. No matter what, he couldn't reach the taste that Iwa-san did.

"I did it."

He arranged a bowl of fried rice for two and a bowl of egg drop soup on a small table, and served Kotosaka a bowl of chopped carrots, apples, and walnuts.

"Itadakimasu!"

When he clasped his hands together, Kotosaka also yelled, "Itadakimasu!"

"Sukuna-chan, you're also getting used to cooking. At first it was terrible."

Mishakuji said after taking a bite of the fried rice. It was apparently a passing grade.

"I've never done it before, so it's not good."

Sukuna was the only son of a prestigious family. Since the end of the war, most of the family members have held important government posts, and his father was also a high-ranking government official. In such a house, his mother wanted to control everything over Sukuna, brandishing her distorted love.

Of course, they had never made him cook. Sukuna only ate food made by chefs that his mother approved of, and he was not allowed to eat food made by amateurs.

He wondered what she would think if she knew that Sukuna was eating the fried rice that he made himself.

When he was at his parents' house, he ate food cooked by the chef, after leaving home, he ate what he bought at a convenience store, and after becoming a J-Rank in "Jungle" and entering that secret base, he ate Iwafune's home cooking every day. Now when Sukuna prepares meals, Iwafune's kitchen is ideal. It's not because it's easier to imitate than chef's cooking.

That was because the food that Iwafune made was the most delicious that Sukuna had ever tasted, and it was what he believed was necessary to live.

"If it's something like this, I should have asked Iwa-san how to make food properly."

The fried rice made by Iwafune didn't seem to have been made with anything special, but it had an uncanny depth and was really delicious. Even if he got used to cooking, the taste of Iwafune would be far away.

"Yes. But doing trial and error on your own without knowing the answer is a good experience."

Mishakuji said that with a cold face and changed the topic to "Now that I think about it...".

"You're thinking of leaving this town soon, aren't you?"

"Ah. Where do we go next?"

"I'm going back to the center."

Mishakuji, Sukuna, and Kotosaka have been moving from one place to another ever since they lost the secret base where they spent time with Nagare and the others. Sometimes they would wander for days, and sometimes they would rent an apartment by the month and settle for a while, like this time.

"Ok, but aren't we just wanted people?"

Both Mishakuji and Sukuna are the core of the criminal group that wreaked havoc on the world a year ago. They had no intention of getting caught, but it was quite a bold move to head back to the center of the city where it would be easy to see "Scepter 4" and "Tokijikuin".

"You know, Sukuna-chan. It seems that the "Blue King" is on a trip now."

"Really? They must be fucking busy, what are they doing?"

Due to the release of the "Slate" made by Nagare, people all over the world became supernatural beings. Most of them lost their strength due to the destruction of the "Slate", but there were surprisingly many who retained their supernatural powers. Even if the "Sword of Damocles" disappeared, the responsibility of the "Blue King" would not decrease and should have increased.

"So, are you going to prepare something in the absence of the "Blue King"?"

Remembering the excitement from when Nagare was near, Sukuna instinctively leaned forward, but Mishakuji smiled wryly.

"Idiot. No, I'm just going to see how things go."

Mishakuji narrowed his eyes and looked out the window.

"A year has passed since that incident, and I feel like the shape of the world has changed a bit."

"Shape of the world?"

"Yes. The consciousness of the people who shape this world must have changed. Nagare-chan's plan was defeated, but at least the people are different from when they knew nothing. I felt the "possibility" within me, though just off for a moment. There are many people who still have the light of "possibility" in them."

Sukuna looked at Mishakuji with wide eyes.

"The area where the influence remains strongest is, of course, the area around the city center where the "Slate" was located."

Sukuna had never thought of it that way. Nagare lost, and thought it was all over.

Memories of the time spent with Nagare and the others surfaced, and Sukuna grabbed a spoon and said, "Ok, let's go back.".

Kotosaka also spread her wings in unison and yelled: "Kuwah!".

The new residence was decided near the old Yomido Gate.

The gigantic door that was just above the secret base of "Jungle" had already been buried, but the fact that it was the center of the turmoil left a trace, and despite being in the center of the city, the price of the earth was falling.

Mishakuji and Sukuna rented a small apartment with Kotosaka and started living there.

Life didn't change much. Sukuna had Mishakuji teach him swordsmanship, sometimes complaining of growing pains and taking turns cooking and doing chores.

He has been running away from home since he was in the fifth grade of elementary school. It wasn't good for his knowledge to stop as a child, so he started doing correspondence courses on his tablet.

That day, Sukuna finished his math class, finished preparing the curry for dinner, and came out with a bamboo sword.

Since Mishakuji has been out since morning, he had no choice but to wield the sword by himself that day. Carrying the shinai in a cloth bag over his shoulder, he went to the small and desolate park where he used to practice, and practiced suburi and kata moves for a while.

He also did cool down stretches correctly and wiped off sweat. He rolled up his sleeves because his body was hot after working out. He had many bruises that had been hit by Mishakuji in yesterday's practice, but he felt that his arm, which was only thin and white, had grown a little stronger.

Sukuna started walking again with the bamboo sword bag on his back. He did not walk the way home, but a walk with no destination.

After returning to the city center, aimlessly walking around the city after sword practice had become Sukuna's daily routine.

It was an action of thought to look at the city while being aware of what Mishakuji had said: "The shape of the world has changed.".

Although he avoided the patrol route of "Scepter 4", it was possible that he would be caught by the city's surveillance cameras, and there was a chance that someone who knew Sukuna's face would find him. However, he thought that he should get involved in a fight if necessary, and he had no intention of living in secret. Mishakuji probably knows Sukuna's daily routine, but pays no attention to it. His own responsibility is the principle of "Jungle".

That day too, Sukuna watched the city as he thought about the dream Nagare had.

Incidents caused by people with supernatural powers were more likely to occur in Tokyo than in rural areas, but other than that, there didn't seem to be any particular changes.

"The shape of the world has changed, huh..."

Sukuna pondered over Mishakuji's words and looked at the streets where people who seemed to live the same daily life came and went.

A black limo drove past Sukuna. Right after that, a sharp brake sound resounded.

Sukuna casually turned around. The rear door of the suddenly stopped limo was flung open. Sukuna's eyes widened when he saw the person who came out from inside.

"Mother..."

Sweat broke out all over Sukuna's body.

The woman was staring at Sukuna. Sukuna's mother's red lips trembled.

When he was at his parents' house, her mother was a symbol of control for Sukuna. She tried to control everything from Sukuna by suppressing Sukuna with her great love.

"Oh, Madam!"

A man ran out of the driver's seat. For a moment, he thought that he was a servant he didn't know, and realized that it was only natural since it had been over three years since he left home.

"Sukuna..."

His mother called out to him with a trembling voice.

Sukuna couldn't move a single step from where he was, just silently feeling his mother's gaze running through his entire body.

Tears welled up in his mother's eyes.

"Give me back my Sukuna...!"

His mother said that with a broken voice.

Sukuna felt his blood drip down. But at the same time, like a frog looking at a snake, his body, which had been motionless, was released.

At that moment, he realized that he was no longer "Sukuna, his mother's property".

"What a dirty bruise! Even though you were a smart kid, you didn't go to school for years! You're like a bum! Ah, this is not good. It can't be undone...!"

The bruise was proof that Mishakuji had trained him to become stronger. Even if he doesn't go to school, his mind is not inferior to that of a child of the same age. He also acquired programming and hacking skills under Nagare. Being taken care of by Iwafune, he lived a much more humane life than when he was at home. He can now cook his own meals, even if he isn't as good as Iwafune.

However, to his mother, all of that was probably the "dirt" that ruined Sukuna.

Only the Sukuna, who was treasured, cared for, polished and loved by his mother like a jewel, was Sukuna to her.

The driver appeared in front of his mother crying.

"Young gentleman. Anyway, get in the car. You should calmly talk to your parents after you get home."

That's what the man said. He must be an indentured servant after Sukuna left home. Although he called him that way and used honorifics, instead of looking at Sukuna as the employer's son, he was closer to looking at the enemy.

Sukuna shook his head silently.

"I won't go upstairs. I won't go home."

"If that's the case, I'm sorry, but even if I use force..."

Looking at the man who said that and got ready, he realized that he was a supernatural being. Probably his mother's driver and bodyguard.

In this day and age when psychic crimes have increased, there are many things ordinary bodyguards can't deal with. It was no surprise that his mother, who was the wife of a high-ranking government official, was assigned a bodyguard with supernatural power.

"I see." Sukuna was convinced that the world's common sense had changed a bit.

The man took a big step forward. From the outstretched right hand, blue light spread out like a web. It seemed to be a capture-type ability that was similar to the nature of the blue clan.

Sukuna took a big leap.

Dodging the supernatural web, he jumped on the man's head while doing somersaults.

Before the man could react to Sukuna's movements, Sukuna slightly turned his body in the air and struck the man's neck with the bamboo sword that was still in the cloth bag.

The man whose consciousness was severed collapsed on the spot.

Sukuna landed and looked at his mother, who was staring at him.

"I'm sorry, but I can no longer return "your Sukuna" to you."

His mother's shoulders trembled at Sukuna's words.

The woman who once controlled everything in Sukuna now seemed small and weak in Sukuna's eyes.

"But, if one day you feel like meeting me as a human being, I hope we can meet at that time... Mother."

Without waiting for a response from his mother, Sukuna turned on his heel and ran. He moved his legs as hard as he could to cut the wind and get away from the place.

There was sadness. Surprisingly for him, it was painful for his mother to judge him useless and make fun of him.

Sukuna didn't stop walking even though he was far enough away from his mother. He ran with all his might to clear the mist from his heart. He was still small, but he was growing at a rapid rate, and he kept running with all his might.

He ran on impulse, and when he stopped his feet as he held his breath, he felt strangely relieved.

Sukuna let out a long breath and then took another deep breath.

He raised his sweaty face and looked at the sky. The wind blew and cooled his hot body, making him feel comfortable and cool.

The sadness and pain were still inside his chest, but they had found a place inside Sukuna.

What Nagare tried to create was a world in which each person was responsible for his own life, exerting his own forces as he wished. Even if Nagare lost, Sukuna will live the life Nagare intended. He didn't care if anyone denied him.

Because what Sukuna was playing was a game of life only for Sukuna.

Yes, it seemed natural.

Sukuna slowly took a step forward. He ran so frantically that for a moment he didn't know where he was, but after a short walk, he recognized the scenery. Apparently, he had made it all the way to Shizume City.

A school seemed to be nearby, and he saw a group of boys and girls in uniform walking towards Shizume Station.

He became aloof from himself, not even looking at the appearance of the children of the same age who were going to school.

Sukuna's eyes widened as he saw a girl who stood out from the passing boys and girls with carefree faces.

White skin, white hair, doll-like features, and red eyes. The girl who stands out, whether she wears the same clothes as those around her or not, is Anna Kushina, former third king.

-- That person attends high school.

With a strange feeling, Sukuna looked at Anna wearing her high school uniform and walking among ordinary children.

He thought that she would be floating in the school, but next to Anna, there was a normal girl in the same uniform who seemed to be her friend and was talking to Anna.

Sukuna had a general understanding of royal authority. Since Anna woke up as Strain from a young age, there were various circumstances that she had and it seems that she didn't attend elementary school.

For some reason, he thought that she would continue to walk a different path than normal children. Like Nagare, who became the "Green King", and Sukuna, who became a member of Nagare's clan.

However, when he learned that this was the path Anna chose, he felt a sense of understanding.

Anna's eyes, which were nodding towards the girl next to her, suddenly turned to Sukuna.

Sukuna lightly shook his shoulders and said, "Oh, no, it's too late to go."

Anna looked at Sukuna with too direct eyes, and the girl next to her also followed her gaze and looked at Sukuna.

"Who is he? A friend?"

The girl next door asked Anna. Anna thought for a moment.

"Yes."

And she agreed.

"Who is your friend? Don't talk nonsense!"

Sukuna raised his fists and turned his back on Anna, running at full speed for the second time that day.

 

It will continue in chapter 10: "Mystery Classmate".

[neo-nomatrix]

EAT IT UP !

HOW THE JJK MEN EAT P*$$Y

Multiple x reader

-> GOJO, NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, SUKUNA, CHOSO

warnings ⚠️ smut… duh. pussy eating… duh. 69 in getos. talks of bondage. talks of choking (on dick) overalll smut idk

GOJO SATORU AKA “kid in a candy store”

On his tummy, feet in the air, humming. His legs are swaying back and forth but you’re way too busy to notice. He’s looking up at you with those unmistakable eyes watching you fall apart on his skilled tongue. His hand use your thighs as handles and makes out with your sloppy, cute cunt. He’s trying to tease you but the words come out as gurgled mumbles since his mouth is basically superglued to you.

You’re throbbing on his lips and he slurps it up like honey. Sometimes he dips his fingers in but usually sticks with his mouth. Fucks his tongue inside of you and he’ll probably start gagging because of how far he gets. He has to hug your thighs when you cum because of how squirmy you get. Nips at your clit when it’s all sensitive and giggles.

“You’re so fucking cute squirming”

“Oh wow… feels that good huh?”

“Is this how it feels when you gag on my cock?”

NANAMI KENTO AKA “use me like a chair”

Wants all your weight on his face or else he’s not happy. And no- it’s not an option. Maybe you’ll suffocate him, but who’s to say that’s not the goal? He cups his hands around your thighs and pulls you down on him, immediately getting to work. He’s so sensual and romantic about it. Slowly licking from your entrance to your clit. Definitely kisses your clit before starting anything.

Gathers a whole bunch of spit before and globs it onto you. There should literally be bubbles when you get off of him. Tries his best not to snake his hand down his pants so he can focus on you. As much as he loves you grinding down on his face he always stops you. This is for him to do all he work, he should be making you feel so good you don’t need to think about grinding down.

“Let me do all the work, just sit there.”

“I know i’m hard, sweetheart. I’ll get to that later.”

“Stop hovering, do i need to tie you up?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA “this is for him”

Even though it’s an activity meant to pleasure you, it’s for him. For him to melt away his worries into your sweet cunt. He uses it as a stress reliever, massaging your ass like a stress ball. will literally ask you why you were squirming so much, it disturbed his peace.

Never stops after you come. More flavor for him. Has you on your tummy, he’s spreading you apart and eating it. His hands are never still. Always running up and down your back or playing with the skin of your ass. Moves up to grope your tits and play with your sweet nipples.

“Put your face into the pillow and bite if it’s to much”

“You take my cock every day but my mouth is too much?” oh wait, that’s also too much

“Maybe i should leave some marks on this ass too.”

GETO SUGURU AKA “34 + 35”

SixtyNine KING. Can’t decide between being on bottom or top. On bottom he can get the pleasure of you sitting on his face. The only downside is your squirming with so much pleasure that you forget to suck his cock. He doesn’t care that much, eating you out is plenty of pleasure, but it would be nice. But he does hate it when your strokes get sloppy and they become borderline teasing.

On top he gets the added bonus of fucking your face. Thrusting in and out of your moaning mouth as much as he pleases. He loves hearing you choke while slurping you up. He just doesn’t like the blood going to his head while eating you out. He’s pretty simple when it comes to pussy eating. Loves to suck on your clit and use his fingers. Definitely makes you lick your own cum from his fingers. Finger fucks you until his hands are pruned.

“C’mon baby, at least stroke me baby. Look how hard he is for you.”

“I know it’s so much, huh?

“That’s fine, i’ll just throat fuck you with my cum soaked fingers,”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA “stop running”

Eats you out until you’re rolling around on the floor. And still keeps going. He hates it when you squirm, but also doesn’t do anything to stop it. Locks his arms around your thighs and presses a hand against your tummy. Sloppily eats your cunt with no technique. Spits soo much on it. The noises that come from your cunt and his mouth are insane. Dips his tongue real deep into your mess to get every drop.

Has you on the verge of passing out when you cum. And you guessed it, still won’t stop. He definitely pushes your thighs to your chest and wraps his arms around your whole body to keep you still. Loves it when you push on his head in desperation. It makes him so much harder.

“You keep fucking running and I’ll go for longer.”

“You’re only making it worse for yourself by squirming.”

“Fucking take it or I’ll make you.” yeah he definitely makes you

CHOSO KAMO AKA “kitten licks”

He eats you out like he’s scared. He’s so fascinated by your slippery pussy that he unintentionally goes super slow. Giving soft kisses to your clit and licking at your entrance like a popsicle. You have to tell him to go a little harder so it feels better. and once he does, no going back.

Starts to eat it like a starved man. He gets so mad he’s never done this before because he’s in heaven. Ruts his cock into the sheets because it feels so amazing. Moaning like a slut into your pussy. So much spit and his tongue is going wild on your pussy. He’s definitely making this apart of your routine.

“Oh my god it’s so wet baby.”

“Faster? but when i go faster with my cock you cry…”

“It feels good right, baby? Am I doing good?”

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi-Sukuna gaming buddies but now Yata joins in. Yata and Sukuna don't get along which is troublesome. Fushimi leaves for to grab some food and the other two are alone to talk. Yata says Sukuna probably didn't have friends with his attitude and Sukuna replies he doesn't need friends as the only one he had back then was a fake. Yata could relate to that and decide to give the kid a chance and sees Sukuna isn't so bad either. No one admits to being friends but that's kinda what they are now.

All three of them being good friends and constantly yelling ‘We’re not friends!’ when anyone asks XD Maybe Yata starts gaming with Fushimi and Sukuna initially out of a bit of protectiveness and suspicion, like he learns that Fushimi and Sukuna are gaming together and part of him can’t believe that the little brat from jungle could be Fushimi’s friend (‘he’s not,’ Fushimi protests, and Yata sighs). Yata’s kinda worried that maybe Sukuna is trying to pull something, like yeah Saruhiko’s smart and would probably know if he was being tricked but you never know and anyway Fushimi’s not good with emotions so maybe he wouldn’t notice if he was being tricked into friendship. Fushimi doesn’t mind letting Yata join, more players means less grind, though Sukuna’s not very happy about that loudmouth from Homra joining. When they start playing together it’s definitely Yata and Sukuna both vying for Fushimi’s attention while arguing with each other and meanwhile Fushimi would just like to play his game thanks. 

During one campaign Fushimi has to step out for a bit to run to the convenience store because he’s out of unhealthy snacks. They’re in the middle of the game so Yata and Sukuna are left on their own while Fushimi’s gone and of course they’re immediately making snarky comments towards each other. Yata says he just doesn’t trust that Sukuna’s not toying with Fushimi and making Fushimi think they’re friends, Sukuna says they aren’t friends and anyway Yata’s just mad because with his attitude he probably doesn’t have any friends at all. Yata says Sukuna’s the one who only has Saruhiko to play the game with and he probably never had any friends in school. Sukuna gets sulky and says he didn’t need school friends, the only guy who he thought was his friend was just a fake all along, only pretending to like him.

Yata’s about to make a snide comment back but that makes him pause and he finds himself admitting that he knows what that’s like. Sukuna grumbles that he doesn’t and Yata’s like I mean it might not be the same thing but I used to have some guys who I thought liked me but they were really making fun of me all that time, I didn’t have a real friend until I met Saruhiko. Sukuna says he didn’t have a real friend until he met Nagare and that’s when it kinda clicks for Yata that even if they were enemies jungle still had the same feelings towards their King that he had for Mikoto and Anna. Fushimi comes back right at that moment and they get back to the game, he notices that Yata’s suddenly become less confrontational towards Sukuna but doesn’t comment on it. After this they start playing together as a group pretty often and even if no one admits to it Yata at least thinks maybe it isn’t so bad giving Sukuna real friends for once. 

[tojisdove]

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TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, fingering (4).

adores seeing the mess he's made inside of you

he's just so, so fucking big compared to his love

guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks

finally getting pounded like his darling deserves

"would you take it all?"

NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI

cw: fingering, spanking, size kink.

"relax and let daddy take care of all your needs"

"ever so pretty when I leave you red"

gotta definitely brag about his new watch

ever so comfortable bent over his lap <33

another one just bc my size kink is going crazy

GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO

cw: riding + yourself on the shelf, jerking off vid.

always gonna make you work for it

he loves showing you off to the camera so much

little things he likes to send you when he's away ♡

better keep that arch deep for him

"bend over and take it like the pretty girl you are"

CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA

cw: unprotected sex, oral, jerking off, body worship.

eating you out oh-so-slowly and oh-so-nicely <3

pretty boy will never be able to get you out of his mind

will ask to worship you every single morning

maybe spooning it's even better than you'd think

his princess always tastes so, so sweet on his tongue

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[tonycries]

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Synopsis. When he’s sorry, what better way to show you than in bed?

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, apology séx, spítting, bodyworshíp, stuff with pantíes, bréeding, chokíng, cúmplay, Nanami and Geto are a bit mean, squírting, thígh séx, Gojo’s blindfold, overstím, oral (female receiving), pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. Hope y’all are having a lovely day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Too full!

Now, Toji knows he’ll more than make up for forgetting to join your lil’ shopping spree anyway. Ten times over, in fact, with the way he has you on all fours, tears rolling down your cheeks, pretty lil’ moans muffled into your pillow. 

Stuffing your poor cunt full over and over and-

“Is my pretty baby still mad?” he’s dragging his lips down your neck, throbbing cock ramming into you from behind. Bruising - like he was the one angry here. “Still fuckin’ pouty?”

Too needy, too delirious. It’s all you can do to grit out a determined, “Y-yes…” Your breathless gasps only make his smirk widen, hips stuttering as they get sloppier.

“Aww, what a shame.” Toji coos, angling his head just right to catch the heavenly sight of your poor overfilled pussy, all dripping and painted white with his cum. Eyes lighting up at how you gush around him with each thrust. “Guess I jus’ have to give you another one then, hm?”

“A-another?”

And God, Toji doesn’t even know if he can cum again - vision spotty now, jolts of electricity running down his spine each time he plunges into your snug pussy. 

But the way you’re immediately scrambling to hold onto the headboard - the sheets - just anything to hold onto some semblance of sanity has Toji wanting to more than ever. So painfully good as he desperately speeds up. He needs to - and fuck if he wasn’t going to try - because you’re only getting wetter at his words. 

“Fuck- squeezin’ me s’fucking tight.” he groans, pushing your skirt up higher, not having the patience to even think of taking that damn thing off. “Ya like this, huh? Like me f-filling you up until m’sorry?”

You can only give him such a delirious little nod, one that Toji doesn’t even know if you realize you’re giving. One that has him needing to show you how sorry he is by filling you up so much you can’t even think about how he forgot to accompany you on your lil’ shopping spree. To fuck you so hard into the mattress that you can’t remember anything else but him-

“Toji!” you keen, as he snakes down his strong arms push your legs further apart to show off. Burning at the stretch of how he was handling you like his favorite ragdoll. “What-”

“Said m- ngh- sorry.” he interrupts abruptly, voice so ragged that it takes you a second to even recognize it as your boyfriend. “See.”

And how could you not? 

You were awe-struck at that creamy ring around the base of his swollen cock. The way your gummy walls were sucking him up so easily, fucking back bruisingly into him. 

“See how sorry I am?” One hand tightens on your hips, the other snaking up to press down on your lower stomach. Hard. “See?” Both your jaws fall open at the way your ravaged pussy just coats Toji’s cock in such an obscene white mess. “Sorry, doll, shoulda been there for you.”

“Oh- fuck, s’too much.” And maybe you’re stubborn, maybe you just don’t know what’s good for you - because despite it all you manage to choke out, “N’ you don’t ah- mean it.”

Eyes raising to meet his and oh- oh, you weren’t making it out alive. 

“I do.” Toji drops his head into your neck, running his mouth. Rolling his thumb against your achingly clit as if to prove his point, “Next time m’gonna hah- watch you try on all those pretty outfits.” Hips rocking forward to slam into your sloppy pussy faster and faster. “Kiss you s-senseless in front of any fuckin’ scrubs that thought they had a ngh- chance.”

Movements only growing more erratic - more feral - with each broken little whine that’s fucked out of you. Like he knew he was so close to breaking you. Ruining you. 

Just the thought of it has Toji slamming his dick into you further, mentally cursing himself for forgetting your little invitation today. 

“And this lil’ thing?” he bunches up the flimsy fabric of your skirt. “And those-” nodding his head towards the stacks of shopping bags you barely got to look over before a sorry Toji had you shoved onto the bed. “I would’ve taken em’ all off as soon as I was in that changing stall.”

“I-I get it.” you finally break. Squealing at the hips hitting yours harder, his heavy balls squeezing so painfully. “I get it ngh- I get it-”

“Heh, nah- gotta show you how s-sorry I really am.”

You have an inkling of what he was implying - something that didn’t bode well for your abused cunt, if the way Toji’s cock was twitching wildly inside you was anything to go by. Not a moment wasted before Toji’s pushing your knees up all the way until they were at your tits. A sure sign that he was close. Looking like he was in such delicious agony as he taunted you into asking. 

“H-how?” 

“By fuckin’ you in all of that.” Head tilting at the bags upon bags from earlier today, “Then we’re goin’ shopping all over again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Squirt if you’re sorry

“Keep your legs open f’me.”

But it was so hard when Nanami already had you spread so shamefully in front of that obscene mirror, placed oh-so conveniently right in front of the plush hotel bed. Sat so prettily on his lap, your back against his hard front, being split-apart on his throbbing cock. 

Any more and you think you might just die. 

“Is that so?” he whispers hotly in your ear and- “Think this is too much?”

Oh, shit, did you say that out loud?

But right now you were too delirious - to fucked-out - to even think of forming a coherent response to that, let alone be embarrassed about your little slip-up. Running solely on the aftershocks of your nth orgasm and the feeling of Nanami’s thumb drawing steady, slow little circles on your sensitive clit. 

“Get it together now, my love.” your husband seems to decide that your broken whine speak for themselves. Placing such a mockingly gentle kiss on your forehead, “M’still not even halfway through my apology.”

Ah, yes, the apology - the sole thing that got you into this entire mess. That one off-hand joke that Nanami should apologize for being 7 minutes late for your date - the one that had you shoved into the nearest suite, while he ‘apologizes’ to you over and over and-

“Now now, darling.” Nanami squishes your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look up at the mirror. “Look at me when I apologize.”

Several things happen at once - your eyes just barely make contact with Nanami’s darkened, dangerous ones in the mirror, and then it’s like something snapped. Because he’s thrusting up deeper into your snug cunt, drinking in all your pretty gasps as he starts up at another relentless, sloppy pace. 

Not even fucking easing you into it because you wanted an apology, right? And Nanami was sure going to give you one - fuck you like he’s sorry.

“M’sorry!” you keen, bucking wildly into Nanami’s touch. Cock so hot and heavy in-between your swollen folds - still not having came even once yet. “Was- was a joke- I can’t oh- my god.”

He knows - oh, how he knows. But it’s just so fun to tease you this way, and Nanami’s not sorry about that one bit. 

So he only lets out a huffed laugh. “Why are you sorry, my love?” Shifting his hips to massage all the right spots that’ll have you breathless and seeing stars. Hitting that one magical spot over and over. “I was the one that’s late.”

And God, you could just cry. You are - big, fat tears streaming down your face, dripping down Nanami’s wrist where he was holding your lolling head steady - but, of course, you’re too far gone to even realize at this point.

“Shhhh, lemme take care of you,” Nanami rocks his hips impossibly harder into yours, eyes on the mirror just devouring you almost as much as he was ruining you with his dick. Watching all your adorable gasps, the way you twitch, how your mouth drops into a soft oh! as he licks a slow stripe up your tears. Dangerous. “Lemme show you how sorry I am.”

And he does, cooing at how your eyes widen when he angles your head to show you the fucking sinful view down below. 

It was so hard to look too, how your snug cunt was trying to suck the soul out of him. Sloppy - making such a mess of the crisp sheets below. Quivering like you didn’t know whether you wanted to run away or to sink down for more more more-

You’re jolting in his bruising grasp, “Hngh- m’- fuck fuck fuck. Yes, oh my god- Ken-”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He’s fucking you back rougher into him, merciless. Absolutely fucking merciless - and Nanami was only glad he thought to choose a sound-proof suite. “Think m’sorry yet?” Biting down on your neck, hard. “Because I’m sooo fucking sorry, my love.”

He lets out a cruel chuckle, one hand groping down your breasts - your hips - your thighs. Pulling them even further apart like he wanted to break you. 

Because Nanami wasn’t fucking sorry, why would he be? But oh how he loved teasing you. Acting all pissed off while he threw you around like his favorite toy, giving you a bit of your own medicine. How sexy you were when he did. 

“M’sorry.” he breathes against your ear, nibbling on your lobe. “M’sorry m’sorry m’sorry- Next time I’ll be hah- early-” Pooling the fresh wave of your salty tears on his tongue as he toys with your pretty clit. “N’ next time m’gonna make you squirt the first time-”

“Shit- Ken, m’cumming m’cumming-”

Almost like your body is listening to Nanami, you’re squirting all over his achingly hard cock. Absolutely drenching him in all your sweet sweet juices till he was glistening in the dim lighting. Some specks even landing on the mirror in front of you. 

And shit you’re out of control now, limbs trembling, such sinful moans leaving your swollen lips. Loud. Uncontrollable. Nanami’s next words barely audible over them-

“Your turn now.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Nice (and sorry)

“S-so mean-” It’s the only thing you can gasp out, “Y-you’re still not forgiven-” 

Oh, Geto knows. And he doesn’t really feel bad about using his apology to his advantage - not one bit, actually. You won’t hear a word of apology from his sly mouth, instead, he’s got you straddling his pretty lips, breathless and shaking above him. 

“Even when m’being nicer than usual?~” he hums into your clothed pussy, nose-deep and breathing in your essence so fucking sinfully. “Ya sure about that?”

Disgruntled, “What- ngh- what do you mean?” 

“Oh just that-” He licks a long, purposeful stripe up your drenched panties, adding to the mess of your juices beading through the fabric. And God it takes everything in Geto to not just rip off that flimsy underwear and tonguefuck you like he wanted to. “You’re being so loud. Sure you’re still mad?”

You hated it - how he was peeking up at you with those hooded eyes, pupils blown. Hated that predatory glint in them that sends shockwaves right down to your very core. Hated how he was right.

“Th-that doesn’t hah- mean anything.” you scoff, and the excuse sounds flimsy even to you. The way you were grinding down deeper onto his tongue certainly not helping your case either. 

And oh of course Geto pulls away at that, obscene little slicks of string snapping from his tongue and your wet core, your disappointed whine going straight to his rock-hard cock. What was it you were saying earlier? Something about him being too much of a tease? Well, you were about to eat your words before Geto Suguru offered you an apology. 

“Yeah,” he let his tongue dart out, letting your slick pool through your panties and onto his tongue. “N’ this doesn’t mean anything either, huh?”

No warning before he’s surging forward, tongue pushing through your panties to just barely tease your sloppy entrance.

You can only grip at Geto’s long, inky locks - trying your very best to not look like you’re absolutely on cloud nine as he alternates between toying with that first ring of resistance and sucking on your clit. All through your panties.

“Now now,” a hand on your hip stops you from all but ripping your panties off your hips - something that Geto would’ve already done by now, usually. “Keep ‘em on.”

It’s like he’s trying to drive you mad - wants to drive you mad. Torturing you slowly with that soft tongue and that smirk you can feel against your dripping cunt. As if to say - you really think he was a tease before? You haven’t seen the least of it. 

“S’fuckin’ sloppy f’me even through these slutty panties.” he grunts, lips smacking against your swollen ones. “Don’ lie - you like this, huh? Like what a tease I am? Acting so tough when m’so sorry?”

Okay, maybe Geto lied - so what if he said he’s sorry? It was all worth it at how you get so wetter, slick just glistening all over his lips and chin. Walls clenching around nothing - because might’ve said sorry, but oh is he still as petty as ever.

“N-no-” you whimper, and both of you know it’s a lie. Close - you were so close. 

Too close, if you asked Geto.

Smack!

A quick, sharp sting on your ass - just a little reminder that this is Geto. Your Geto. And it’s so torturous - so addictive - when he immediately shifts them ever-so-slightly. Wasting no time before lapping at your juices. Just loving the way your jaw drops open in disbelief as he throws his head back to let it slide down, down, down his throat.

“My girl is such a liar.” Grinning at the way you jolt on top of him with each teasing lick at your quivering hole, dragging your slopppy pussy all over his face. “S’fuckin’ wet and you still think you’re mad? And I’m being so-” Rolling his tongue against your clit. Hard. “-nice, too.” 

He was not - he knew it. In fact, he was probably being meaner than usual. Mean with the way he thinks your fucked-out head shake speaks enough. 

Of course, you still have to run your mouth when you’re being absolutely ruined by him. Whining out an unconvincing. “M’still- m-mad.” - even when you’re deliriously riding his pretty mouth.

Without a word, Geto snaps back your useless panties back in place. One hand on your hip, easily lifting you off his face - letting you fall back prettily onto his lap as he gets up. Weeping tip just nudging your dripping entrance as he reaches behind to tie back his long hair.

And you’re so disappointed at how you were so close, that you almost miss the words that spill from his mouth next.

“Then, will you still be mad if I fuck you just as nicely?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Ruined panties?!

“Please baby, let me put it in. Please?” 

God, how badly you wanted to just break and give your needy boyfriend exactly what he wants - to let him fuck you how he wanted. But, no, he’d just ruined your favorite pair of underwear and you were not going to let him off so easily again. 

“Fuck- Cho.” you huff, fighting to keep your voice steady. “If y’wanna get off to my panties so bad, then ngh- just use that.”

“But, baby. M’sorry.” Choso’s head drops to the crook of your neck, abs rubbing up against your back so sinfully from where he was all pressed up. “I’ll be good this time. So good.” Hands groping underneath your t-shirt, throbbing erection grinding against your absolutely drenched panties. From Choso’s precum or your own slick? You have no idea. “Please?”

And he’s so desperate that Choso probably doesn’t even realize the way he’s sliding his soaked cock between your swollen folds. Fucking his hips forwards languidly, hissing at how dripping wet you already were.

“T-this is being ‘good’?” you gasp at the feeling of his dick, so hot and heavy where you needed him the most. And it’s such a sinful little sound that he immediately snakes a hand down to toy with your throbbing clit - wanting, needing more of it. 

“Yes.” nibbling down your neck. It’s like a dam has been broken with each cute little whine escaping your throat. “Yes yes yes yes- Wan’ this so bad. Please.” 

Your angry facade is crumbling away bit by bit - and both of you know it. Especially when Choso cranes his head until it’s mere inches away from yours. Dark strands of hair tickle your face as he catches your lips in such a searing kiss.

“Oh god.” he groans into your lips, hips stuttering forward in-between your thighs. Precum smearing everywhere and adding to the mess already down below. “Yeah- kiss me properly, baby. I deserve at least that, hm?”

A resounding rip! of fabric sounds down from below. And you don’t know what you break the kiss to say - to tease him some more? Beg him to just fuck you the way you know he wants? 

But it doesn’t matter, because as soon as Choso feels your lips leaving his, he’s chasing after them again with a pained grunt. Licking so sloppily at the seam of your lips, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper onto his cock.

“No- no no no, kiss me.” You can feel his prominent veins rubbing up against you, throbbing in a lewd little thump! thump! thump! as his hips get more calculated. Purposeful. “M’sorry m’sorry, Kiss me ngh- kiss me- need it. Need you-”

And God you should’ve known that Choso wouldn’t be acting this good for so long. 

No sooner are you grinding back down on him in shallow, mindless little motions - he’s pulling your panties to the side just enough for his weeping tip to drag lazily against your folds. 

“Fuck- please, baby.” He sounds so wrecked already - and looks like it just as much. Skin flushed, eyes hazy and miles away, kiss-bitten lips letting out such sinful little moans that you just know he’ll be embarrassed about later. “M’sorry.”

Panties completely soiled with precum and slick, absolutely ruined in just the way you’d been telling off Choso for not too long ago. Nothing but a slightly tattered, dripping wet mess. What a shame.

What a shame you couldn’t care less.

Scoffing, “F-fine.” But it comes out a bit more breathless than you intended - because Choso’s desperation was contagious. Hands everywhere, chest heaving, fat head pulsing right below your sloppy entrance. “Only this time m’ngh- l-letting you off easy.”

You know it won’t be the last time - and your boyfriend does, too. 

Because he doesn’t waste a second. The sentence barely leaving your mouth before Choso’s sinking into your heavenly pussy inch by fucking inch. Brows scrunching together at the way you were sucking the soul out of him, neat fingernails on your hips as he holds you still. 

“G-god- so fucking- good. So tight-” he hisses lowly, thrusting in shallow, mindless little movements just to squeeze inside your walls. “Ah- feel so much better than any panties.” 

“S-so needy, Cho-”

“I know, m’sorry, m’sorry. Hah-” So fucking massive that it feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. The stretch too sinful, your panties too soaked, breath too hot against your ear as he whispers.“F-fuck- Now, be good f’me, hm?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “No more tears.”

“Shut up.” you flinch as he spits on your cunt once. Twice. Feeling like such a fucking toy as he smears it with the mess of your sweet juices down below. “How dare you use those evil, evil tears.”

Why would the great Ryomen Sukuna ever apologize? Why would he ever have you sat on his throne, big arms spreading your legs so sinfully in front of him? Just ravaging your poor abused cunt with his swollen cock. The complete opposite of his image as the merciless king of curses. 

Well, that’s exactly what was happening. And it turns out that only a few tears and a single huff of him “not spending enough time” with you today was all it took - to have him bowing down to you. 

And all you can do is let out a broken, “I-I didn’t.” 

And that only seems to spur Sukuna further, like he was angry more than anything. Angry at you for being so cute and pouty when you’re mad. Angry at himself for letting his pretty lil’ human get this way. Spoiled, so spoiled. 

“Liar.”  he grunts, spreading your swollen folds further apart with his index - just circling your sloppy hole. “The only time you’re s’pposed to be cryin’ is on my fingers. And-” he slides his angry, weeping tip down your cunt in a long, wet movement. Up and down. Up and down. Smirking at how you’re bucking and pleading under his touch. “-my cock.”

As if to prove his point, Sukuna’s dipping his cock past that first feeble ring of resistance - difficult, with how you’re clenching around him so sinfully as if you’re trying to milk him already.

“Yeah, jus’ like that.” he groans, thumb rubbing obscene little circles on your poor clit. “Suckin’ me up so good. Do y’get sluttier when you’re mad? When you’re makin’ me apologise?”

“Ngh- sh-shut up.”

And oh for how suave Sukuna’s acting, he can’t deny the way his heart squeezes so dangerously at the way you’re letting out delirious little moans. Fucking you so completely dumb. 

And he was barely halfway in still.

Legs spreading obscenely wider, clawing onto the chair - his wrist - his shoulders, just anything to help drag your sloppy pussy all over his toned pelvis. To fuck him deeper. 

“Heh, cryin’ like you want me to be like this.” He’s rocking his hips in jagged, shallow thrusts that have you letting out such teary moans. “Want me to fuckin’ apologise?” Hard enough that you know it’ll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, fingers on your clit, hands spreading your calves. “Well m’sorry, see? M’so so sorry, brat.”

You gasp, “S-so mean, Kuna- hngh-

Yet he sounds anything but. Tone way too fucking delighted at the prospect of having you crying on his thick cock than over some stupid little argument. 

And fuck, Sukuna should tease you about how fucking wet you are, how you’re grinding your hips down on him like such a slut. So sloppy all over the expensive throne - gonna be a hell of a job for whoever cleans this. 

But, ah, those pretty lil’ tears welling up in your eyes will surely be the death of him. Or maybe the death of you.

“Now now,” he can’t help but huff out a dark chuckle at your disappointed whine as he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing clit. Biting back a deep groan at how glossy they were, just drenched in all of you. “No more cryin’. Told ya I’m sorry, didn’t I?”

And Sukuna meant it.

Because, immediately, he’s shoving two fingers into your mouth. All the blood in his body just rushing to his cock at how filthily you were gagging at the intrusion. 

At the same time, reeling his hips back to let himself fuck your tight pussy to the hilt. Rolling his hips forward, all the way until his fat head just kissed your cervix - nothing at all like the almost-gentle little grinds from before. 

Eyes widening when he presses right at the back of your throat - exactly where he knew would draw out the prettiest noises from you. Like he was pushing all the way into your lungs. To the back of your throat. Too much. 

You’re just as shocked as Sukuna when you cum from just this. Pathetic little moans muffled and slurring together. Jolts of white-hot pleasure going all the way from his fingers in your mouth to your sloppy cunt, fluttering so obscenely around his cock.

God, you were perfect. 

“Oh?” he’s chuckling over your delirious little blubbers, “Well, whaddaya know. M’gonna have to get you to give me more of those tears, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Show you!

When the bouquets and the expensive chocolates don’t work, what else is Gojo to do other than let you tie him up with his blindfold and ride him to insanity? Both a punishment to himself and an apology, of course.

“Sweetheart- fuck!” Gojo groans, hips bucking up to shove his swollen cock deeper into your sloppy pussy. “You’re killin’ me, shit shit shit-”

Nevermind that he doesn’t think he’s ever been harder at the sinful sight of you bouncing on his aching cock above him. 

“Sh-shut up, ngh- Toru.” you gasp, hands trembling on his sculpted chest as you claw for some sense of stability. Cunt so wet and dripping all the way down his thick cock as you fuck yourself on him like some toy. “T-talkin’ too fuckin’ much.”

Oh. how he wanted to ruin you like he could. 

And he’s letting out such a guttural whine, feet planting on the plush mattress to rock you harder - deeper - down his dick.“But, my girl~” Tugging on the blindfold, acting like it did anything to restrain him. “You’re being so hah- mean.”

“And why’s that?” you scoff, undeterred by those long lashes batting innocently up at you. “You’re still- fuck- still not forgiven f-for crashing my hngh- girls night out, Toru.” 

“Still?”

“Still.”

Oh. Well, Gojo might as well just speed up this apology process before he loses his patience - and his sanity. Steadily dwindling away each time you slam your sloppy pussy down on him, with each trail of slick and precum smearing along his pelvis. 

And it’s so easy, too. 

RIP! 

Feeling like he’ll fucking explode, half-lucid mind barely even registering the way he easily tears through that flimsy blindfold, the fabric absolutely nothing against the way Gojo is running on pure need and the thought of you you you-

You can only squeal as his fingers immediately find your waist, gripping so hard you wondered whether it would bruise. “Toru- didn’t you say m- ngh- t-takin’ control?” 

“Change of plans.” Is all Gojo grunts out. Lifting your hips so effortlessly up, up, up - only to ram you down on his rock-hard cock with no warning. Filling you up completely - no more of those teasing little grinds and shallow thrusts you were torturing him with. No, Gojo Satoru was well and fully intent on fucking his apology into you. And he says so, of course. “F-fuck m’sorry. Gonna fuck it into this pretty ngh- cunt. M’sorry.”

“Oh- You’re so deep, Toru- hngh.” you whine, fully letting your boyfriend rock his hips up into yours like his favorite sextoy. “C-can feel you deep inside here-”

And oh Gojo thinks he could cum right then and there as you trail down a hand to press on your stomach, right where his weeping tip was massaging all your sweet spots. Stretching you out so sinfully. 

“You little minx.” he huffs out a disbelieving laugh, eyes narrowing at your obscenely fucked-out state. “Now m’not sorry.” 

“W-wha-” He shuts you up with a quick circle on your pulsing clit, toying with the sensitive nub as he runs his mouth instead. 

“M’not sorry I crashed that hah- lil’ hangout.” Hips so harsh against yours, forcing you to feel every dip and curve of Gojo’s muscled body. “Not sorry I ngh- fuck introduced myself to that fuckin’ loser of a waiter that was ah- eyeing you up. Not sorry that I get to fuck you like this afterward.”

And it’s true - Gojo didn’t sound the least bit remorseful about anything he did. Confidence only growing more and more with each pathetic little moan that leaves your swollen lips in agreement. 

You’re shaking on top of him, the stimulation too much. “Shit- you’re such a smug- bastard, Toru.”

“Don’ act like y-you don’t like this, sweetheart.” he pulls your head down to catch your lips with his. Barely - just a mess of teeth and saliva and words he’s hissing out, “Jus like you’re -fuck fuck fuck s’too good- acting to be mad with me.” Each word punctuated with a harsh, sloppy jab of his hips that have the breath leaving your lungs. “Mad with how ngh- you’ve got the s-strongest groveling at your fuck- feet.” Movements getting faster. Deeper. “M’forgiven r-right?”

Your voice strained as you whisper against his lips, “Kiss me properly, Toru.”

And he is - kissing you like he’s so sorry as the both of you reach your highs. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of Gojo as he cums in thick, hot spurts. Painting your walls a lewd little white that trickles down you shaking thighs. Over and over and-

So, so sloppy. Arms looping around your waist to hold your hips still. Muffling his deep moans into your mouth as his hips slow down only ever-so-slightly, pumping you full of his seed. And it’s almost…sweet.

If only it hadn’t been for the words that leave him as soon as he parts, of course. 

“Hey, now that we had apology sex, can we have regular sex, too?”

“...”

A/N. PSA don’t work out relationship stuff like this hehe.

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