#Ijichi

[justrustandstardust]

“did you know nanami is younger than go—” boring. passé. lame. the real shocker is finding out that the youngest of them all is IJICHI

[lmskitty]

You know who we don't praise enough in the JJk fandom?

Ijichi.

He's always there for everyone, he goes above and beyond. He cares SO much for the kids and probably was one of the few people that realised how much Gojo worked and did what he could to help him. If you read the light novels you see how much he cared about Yuji and the guilt he felt after he died.

Hes a good guy and one of the few adults that actually acts like a responsible adult to keep the kids safe so yeah, Kiyotaka Ijichi you may get lost in the fan service of jjk but you're a good character!!!! Gambare Gambare!

[oldmama]

Jujutsu Kaisen x Phantom Parade part 3/12

[ohnococo]

Gratitude | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader

“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?” He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Light Teasing, Hand Job, Blow Job, Dom/Sub Undertones, Subby Ijichi, Moans/Whimpering

MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY

It didn’t take a lot to make Kiyotaka Ijichi happy, just a small thank you or good job here and there and the man’s day was clearly made. It cost you nothing to be nice, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit the way he always blushed and thanked you for thanking him was cute. He’d saved the day for you more than a few times too, in his own way. Finding a place to pick you up even on the busiest street, liasing with the higher ups you’d long ago grown tired of dealing with, being just as knowledgeable as you needed him to be to keep you prepared for the worst. He mattered, even if it didn’t seem like it to others, or to him.

He’d driven you to your mission earlier today, and now you’re feeling even happier than usual to see his headlights in the distance as you make your way through the trees and back to the main road.

You’d been to much more remote areas than this, but with the chill of winter closing in on you, you wished this particular curse had been somewhere that didn’t require a several mile trek back to the car. Ijichi had wanted to walk you there once he reached the end of the drivable path, but when Principal Yaga called him elsewhere he had no choice but to leave you to it. It was for the best, he wasn’t equipped for the same things you were and would have only wasted his time.

It was cold enough that you were avoiding patches of frost, and while you were thankful you’d finished your job quickly, it hadn’t been quick enough to avoid the early setting sun leaving you in near complete darkness. Fortunately Ijichi was back in time to be the source of the only light letting you know you were heading in the right direction.

The anticipation building during the last few yards to the car has you feeling even colder than before, cheeks stinging and fingers numb. You’re also more than looking forward to a friendly face, since the people you’d helped weren’t very grateful. Ijichi would be though, he always was. Even if the only thing he had to be grateful for was a smile and a thanks. He was sweet like that, just happy to be acknowledged.

He is indeed happy to see you, giving you a small wave and unlocking the door as you come into view. When you finally open the door the blast of warm air that hits you from within has you sighing with relief and you’re quick to get in and close the door. You settle into the passenger seat, pleased to find that Ijichi, considerate as always, has it heated and waiting for you.

“That was quick.”

“Same to you, you went all the way to the city and back in that time?” You unintentionally cut off his answer as you cup your hands over the vent to warm them, “God, that’s nice…”

“Oh, here.” Ijichi angles his own vents towards you as well, and the hot air on your face has you sighing happily. He puts one hand on the wheel and the other on the gearshift, readying himself to leave.

“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?”

He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.

Leaning back, you enjoy the heated seats fully as you press your now warmed hands to your cheeks. You decide to push Ijichi that little bit further, just to see if his face can flush even more, or if he’ll remember what he was about to do before you have to remind him. “You really are the best.”

“You’re the best.”

This time you’re the one caught off guard. He always thanked you, profusely even, but this seemed forward by his standards. Still, you take the compliment with a smile, and it seems to open a floodgate of things you guess he had wanted to say for some time.

“And you’re kind, and I appreciate that you always say hello to me, and when I pick you up you’re there waiting, and if you’re not you answer your phone right away.”

You’re taken aback, that Ijichi was thanking you for all of these mundane things and that he looked so tense through it all, gripping the steering wheel like he was making some kind of deep confession. It’s cute, he’s cute. So you decide to tell him that.

“You’re so cute, Ijichi.”

He lets out a shaky breath, as if you’d said something lewd to him, then looks straight ahead through the windshield and you aren’t sure whether he’s embarrassed at the noise he’s made or processing how to feel. When he turns to look at you he looks gravely serious.

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

His blush deepens and you swear his glasses are on the verge of fogging up. It only makes you want more of that look of his, so you make a bold choice, leaning closer to him and resting your arm on the centre console as you speak.

“Kiyotaka Ijichi, you are very, very, very cute.”

His lashes flutter and his eyelids get heavy, and you swear he’s holding his breath now. He glances down at your mouth, and that’s all the go ahead you needed right now to lean in closer and press a kiss to his lips. They’re soft, softer than you’d expected, and when he doesn’t move to deepen the kiss you pull back to check you hadn’t misread this or the dozens of other similar situations with him. Just as you begin to ask if he was okay with that, it’s as if his body suddenly catches up to his brain and he wipes his palms on his slacks, then holds your face gently as he finally kisses you back.

His glasses are slightly displaced as he does and he’s quick to take them off, setting them on the dash as he returns to press his lips to yours. They’re gentle kisses, small pecks while he holds your face as though it were far too delicate for his hands, and when you finally trace your tongue along his lips and he opens them you realise he’d only been trying to keep in the very moan he lets out and into your mouth.

The volume of it surprises you, and embarrasses him as he pulls back, putting his hands back on the steering wheel and facing forward, eyes shut tightly. You can see from his tensed posture he must be chastising himself internally for acting so desperate, and you know he still hasn’t understood that that’s exactly what you like about him. But if it’s reassurance he needs, you’re more than happy to provide.

“Kiyotaka…” you rarely use his given name so often, and hearing it in such a serious tone gives you his full attention immediately. You place a hand on one of his cheeks, kissing the other one, and his expression softens from nervous to happy again. “You worry too much.”

You kiss his cheek again, this time lower down. Then a few more times along his jawline, stopping just short of his neck. “I like you.”

When you tickle at his neck with the tip of your tongue and he arches his back, you feel proud of him for not having that flash of embarrassment come back as he gives in to the feel of your mouth on him. Instead, he asks for more in his own way, “You do?”

“Yes, and I like kissing you.” You suck gently at his neck and he chokes back another moan by biting at his lips. “Do you like it too?”

He nods, and that’s enough for you for now as you deepen your kisses. When you place a hand on his leg he swallows hard and you rub and squeeze at his thigh. In the back of your mind you wonder just how dark the marks you’re leaving on his neck will be, and wonder if he’ll feel as proud as you suspect you will at not being able to hide them - but at the forefront of your mind is the more pressing matter of Ijichi nearly panting from the way you’re touching and kissing him. When you ride your hand up his thigh and he finally lets a moan slip past his lips your heart skips a beat.

You chuckle, and your breath tickling his neck has him breaking out in a full body shiver. “The sounds you’re making are cute too.”

He brings a hand to his cheeks, as though checking just how hot they’d gotten with the flurry of praise he’d just received. “Th-thank you.”

“Can I touch you?” You’re already touching him, hand riding further up his thigh and fingers just stroking against his balls through his trousers. He knows what you mean though and nods enthusiastically. You trace gentle circles over him, smiling as it sends more shivers through his body. As you lean back you notice how his jacket obscures a proper view at the outline of his cock, but you slide your hand underneath to savour the surprise rather than remove all obstacles at once.

Ijichi seems to be hanging onto your every breath, eyes flicking between your face and your hands, sure to look down whenever you glanced up at him. You swallow, he swallows too, you lick your lips, he does the same. When you brush your fingers up his length and find he’s already left a sizable wet patch in his pants you smile, and feel a sense of delight at how his cock twitches when you do. So much precome and you had only just started touching him properly.

“Poor Ijichi, it’s like you’ve been hard all day.”

“I haven’t, it’s- it’s just since you got in the car. I mean-“ he opens and closes his mouth, wanting to explain himself, to assure you that he wasn’t some pervert who got hard at the sight of you. “It’s just… when you thanked me. I appreciated it.”

He hadn’t explained away anything, in fact you were even more certain that your dear Ijichi had some less than hidden kinks. “Well, I appreciate you.”

There it is again, his cock throbbing against your hand, and it makes you want more.

“And I think you work harder than a lot of us realise.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Your words, accompanied by your hand stroking him through his clothes, has him squirming and it only makes you want more. “Why don’t you take off your jacket.”

He doesn’t seem to catch on at first, so wrapped up in the praise he’s somehow forgotten you have your hand on his cock, but when it clicks he’s quick to catch up with the lost seconds.

“Yes ma’am.” As he takes off his coat in a scramble he winces at his own words embarrassment returning, “I mean-“

“Good boy.” You knew what he meant and knew what he wanted, but still didn’t expect the sound he let out when you said it. A horny little whine from sweet Ijichi, and you hadn’t even touched him properly yet. “Can I make you cum?”

Of course that’s where you were going with this, but he still stares at you blankly for a moment and you can’t help teasing him for it. “Is that a no?”

“No, no. I mean yes, you can, if you want? You don’t have to.”

“I’d love to. It’s the least I can do to thank you for all of your hard work.”

He’s bordering on frantic, shoving his coat into the back seat, unbuckling his pants with shaking hands, thanking you like you weren’t as excited to touch him as he was to be touched. He struggles to unbutton them, but once that’s done he makes quick work of the zipper and pulls his cock out.

There’s no hiding your delight at finally seeing it. It was as cute as the rest of him and your pleased gasp has it twitching so hard it taps his stomach, bead of precum at the salmon coloured tip leaving a string connecting it where it had touched his shirt. It’s modest, if you could describe a dick in such a way, and it suits him. Uncut, no curve to speak of but a sizeable, glistening head, not especially veiny, and big enough to presumably get the job done but small enough that you think you could fit the whole thing in your mouth while barely having him in your throat. Though you suspect something like that would have him cumming on the spot.

“You’ve got a pretty cock, Ijichi.” You lock eyes with him and this time he doesn’t avert his gaze, and you can tell he’d been desperately watching your reaction, hoping that he was good enough.

“Oh,” it wasn’t a compliment he’d ever expected to receive but he takes it gladly, “thank you, you’re very pretty.”

“Ijichiiii…” you’ve long ago caught on to his reaction to the way you say his name. In the past you’d only noticed a blush spread across his face, an averted gaze, now you were wondering if you’d made his dick twitch every time. “You’re so sweet.”

It only feels right to give him one last peck on the cheek as thanks, before you begin thanking him properly. You’re gentle at first, grip so loose as you move your hand up and down, it would tickle if you were touching him anywhere else like this, but your touch already has his thighs tensing.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes…” he’s suddenly whispering, even though there’s no one around to hear him but you.

You hover your thumb over the head of his cock for a moment before swirling round it gently. He’s sensitive, and even that seems to be too much as he shivers and whimpers at the touch. His tip is given some relief for a moment as you slide your hand down to the base, gripping him firmly as you stroke upward slowly, watching another bead of precum emerge. Wiping your thumb over it you bring it to his mouth, and he doesn’t hesitate to part his lips for you to slide your finger over his tongue. When he tightens his lips around your thumb, sucking gently, he looks down, unable to meet your eyes while he does. The fact that he’d done it without you even having to ask has your thighs clenching together with excitement.

“Does that taste nice, Ijichi?”

He shuts his eyes completely as he nods, letting you slide your thumb back and forth against his tongue for a moment before pulling it out with a wet pop. You grip his cock again, and he isn’t prepared for you finally stroking him properly, moaning and gasping at the feel of it.

“Do you want me to taste you too?”

“What?” He’s still somehow taken aback, as if you weren’t already clearly trying to pleasure him.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He nods, choking on words as you stroke him harder and faster. You let him enjoy the feel of your hand for a few moments more before deciding a simple nod is not enough. You halt your movements, savouring the feel of his throbbing cock and he looks at you as though he might cry.

“Then say it for me.”

“Please, please, please.” You can hear his toes curling from the soft squeak of his patent leather shoes, knees bouncing as he whimpers for you - and you realise he was already on the verge of cumming before you’d stopped.

“You can do better than that, Ijichi, ask me to suck your cock.”

He whines, fighting against himself to just ask for what he clearly wants, cock still throbbing in your hand. Then, he makes a half-whispered attempt, “Please suck me.”

Your disappointed face has him looking distraught, pathetic even, in his desperation to please you and be pleased by you. He doesn’t make you ask him again, taking in a shaky breath then crying out, “Please suck my cock!”

“Of course, Ijichi, anything for you.” Yet again your words have him moaning, even as your hand stays steady, and you readjust in your seat so you can bend down and take him into your mouth.

As your lips wrap around the head of his cock and move slowly down he places a gentle hand on your head, holding your hair back and panting out a barely comprehensible string of thanks. The hand that had been gripping him moves to squeeze at his balls through his slacks as you find you were correct in guessing you could take his cock all the way to your throat with relative ease. You suck your cheeks in, tongue swirling along the shaft before you begin bobbing up and down.

It’s immediately clear that you were also correct in guessing that Ijichi would only be able to handle so much, and you can feel his balls tightening already as you suck. He tries to warm you but it’s clear his impending orgasm is more surprising to him than to you.

“I’m close- ‘mmm cumming!” The words are barely out before he’s filling your mouth, and you take him as deep as you can to swallow the rest. He squirms and groans and whimpers and it’s all music to your ears. You suck him through his orgasm until he’s spent, twitching, whining, letting out soft little pleas before you sit up.

The sight of him gives you butterflies - face red, eyes watery, panting and completely exhausted by the experience. You sit back, wanting to give him a chance to recover without further overstimulation, but he stops you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. His palms are clammy, and he’s still catching his breath, but it’s sweet. When he pulls back he wipes at your mouth, kissing you between attempts to dry your chin of drool.

You let him, enjoying the look of concentration and tenderness battling with his exhaustion before you kiss him again and sit back into your seat. He does the same, letting out a happy sigh and looking the most relaxed you’d ever seen him.

“Thank you.”

-

CHAPTER 2

[cmdrfupa]

Seasons

Hiromi reminds me of rainy days in the spring. A sense of fresh beginnings and renewal as the winter landscape is surpassed by budding flowers and trees. Gentle and understated beauty like the grey skies and cool temperatures. He holds a certain kind of quiet strength and resilience, much like rain revitalizes the earth and encourages growth. With a stable demeanor and introspective side, it aligns with the rain and clouds, creating a quiet meditation and intimacy.

Ijichi brings summertime bliss as the gentle, puffy clouds float across the sky. Just like the mild temperature of a pleasant summer day, he exudes a sense of warmth and openness with his lover that can only be described as contentment. With tranquility and easing stress being a priority, he reminds me of a mild summer day filled with serenity. Gentle, kind, pleasant as the sun is, reminding us to find optimism on those bright days.

Nanami holds the warmth of mid-autumnal evenings. Warmth and reflection surround him, which brings him to a state of nostalgia. Nurturing in his core, Nanami is akin to the soft golden light of the setting sun that fills the sky. Evenings in the autumn, which tend to be more melancholic and contemplative as days get shorter, he holds his quiet moments of reflection in solitude that help him feel grateful for the looming transition from summer to winter.

Choso is a wintery day for me. Deep-rooted strength and resilience allow them to withstand the harshest conditions, similar to how Earth goes through a period of dormancy to prepare for spring growth. He has a quiet and wistful nature, reflecting and planning for the future, just as the winter season is a time for preparation and contemplation. Much like winter's many layers and complexities, Choso possesses a depth of character and wisdom that few can match despite his composed exterior.

[aztecbrujeria]

Thinking about how he whines and starts to struggle at the overstimulation. His bindings fighting against the chair as you sit across from him watching him and giving him directions while he’s forced to fuck the flesh light you also tied down.

“Did I say you could stop?”

You’re voice was full of sticky sweetness and venom.

He would start to hiccup as he began to beg. His twitching cock, already milked from the previous four orgasms, you’d sweetly slid in a vibrating plug and turned it up whenever he’d stop.

He was becoming dumb as he was tied down and forced to fuck the toy. Drool escaping his pathetically sweet lips, sweat dripping down his chest to his stomach, and the way his eyes began to become blown out as he followed your commands.

Crossing your legs reaching for you book you continued to read where you left off with nothing but the sounds of him blabbering incoherently, whine like the pathetically sweet man he was, and begging through tears to cum…

Kaveh, Thoma, Neuvillette, Venti, Kirishima, Izuku, Choso, Ijichi, Dazai, Poe, Kunikida, Shoto, Bokuto, Atsumu, Sugawara, Kageyama, Hinata, Ushijima, Oikawa, Xian Le, Vulcan, Lt. Hinawa,

[beyblaiddyd]

Gojo has a bad week

[imnosupaman]

[love-jelly]

i haven't been on tumblr for SO LONG i'm soso sorry guys NEW POST COMING OUT THIS WEEK I SWEAR!!!!!!!! ill make it up to u guys,,

[yaraaltrospace]

Everyone talking about Gojo but HEY, there's Ijichi with another CUTE AS HELL SMILE!

Like, it WARMS ME seeing that

His smile is PRECIOUS

[cattoru]

louder, dear malnourished overworked assistant ijichi-san

[tonberry-yoda]

WHO ELSE IS AN IJICHI SIMP BECAUSE GIRLS I NEED HIM

[ohnococo]

Gratitude | Chapter 2 | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader

With you settled so close in front of his naked body and touching him so well, it’s a matter of seconds before ijichi’s cock makes itself known, poking at you, and he covers it with his hands and presses it against his stomach. “Sorry, ignore that…” “Kiyotaka, you never have to apologise for getting hard for me.”

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Thigh Job, Fingering, Cumming Untouched, Dom/Sub Undertones, Subby Ijichi, Moans/Whimpering, Showering Together

CHAPTER 1

Just as it had been your self imposed duty to make Ijichi blush and squirm with the power of your words alone, you decide it’s also your duty to help him understand that he is completely safe with you. You could always see how much he kept under the surface, how much joy was held back under a blanket of anxiety and self-doubt. You so badly wanted to strip all of that back and find out every little thing his heart desires, then give that to him. 

He deserves it, and you were intent on helping him realise that. Even if he still seemed shocked that you truly appreciate him, even with all the times you remind him that he’s one of the hardest workers you’ve met, and even now with how many times you’ve cornered him in the halls and stroked him through his trousers til he made a mess of himself. Every compliment and kiss and reassurance does seem to chip away at his lack of confidence, but it’s slow work. It doesn’t help when he seems intent on working himself until he can only fall back under his own blanket of insecurities.

After nearly three weeks of trying to align schedules - and many gentle suggestions that he finally take a break and let himself relax - you’d realised that when it came to matters of self care, Kiyotaka Ijichi needed to be told, not asked. Once you had made yourself much more clear in that regard, it had taken one message to have him complying, a short text telling him that you’d be taking care of him this Sunday, helping him relax at your place. You’d looked forward to it since then, daydreaming of seeing him without thoughts troubling him for once, wondering if it would trickle over into the following week of work…

But with Sunday finally here, inviting him over for the first time quickly left him even more on edge than usual. The start was pleasant enough, with you telling him how handsome he looks in his casual attire of khakis and a grey sweater. You even manage to get him flashing you that sweet bashful smile of his with your praise. Now that he’s settled on your couch, though, the nerves have officially settled in. His whole body is tense, hands cupped around the tea you’d given him as if he were afraid to move them elsewhere. He hardly looks at you, hardly speaks, and eventually you figure that he must be in his head about what might happen tonight, even if you’d never indicated any sort of grandiose plans. So you try to calm his mind.

“Ijichi, you know you’re safe with me, right?” 

The flash of guilt in his eyes is too much, and while him worrying over making you think he doesn’t trust you is sweet, it’s not what you were going for with your question. “Of course I do, you’re always so kind to me.”

“Because you deserve it.” Your voice is stern as you say it, driving home the point that it was a fact and not just a platitude. He deserves kindness, and you want him to believe that. You also want him to stop burying himself in his thoughts around you. “Why are you nervous?”

His fingertips tap against his mug as he stares down and into the drink, considering his words. You can tell the thoughts are formed in his mind, but he’s choosing to mince words. When he finally speaks it’s with an awkward lilt, as if he’s attempting to sound casual about it. “I just don’t think I’m going to be good at… you know…”

The way he says it without saying it has your brows raising, it hadn’t quite occurred to you that your dear Kiyotaka might be a virgin, and you file that away to clarify when he was a little less anxious. For now, you focus on the realisation that he’d worked himself up over the assumption that you’d brought him here to fuck, and that he’d now have to perform and perform well. That isn’t actually why you’d called him here, really. If it happened it happened, but when you asked him to spend his day off resting and relaxing with you you’d truly meant it. Now you can only feel like you need to clear the air.

“Kiyotaka, do you think we’re moving too fast?”

“No! Not at all, everything has been… perfect.” The way he says that, lids half closed, blush spreading across his face, has butterflies forming in your stomach. You can see him getting lost in thought for a moment, replaying the rushed encounters of the last several weeks over in his mind. 

“I don’t ever want to do anything you don’t want to do. You have your own power here, you know that, right?”

He looks as if that had never occurred to him. You’d suspected as much, with the way he gives himself over to you completely. It was always you initiating, you in control. Not that he hadn’t tried to reciprocate, but you just hadn’t let him yet. You were always focused on making him feel good, showing him he was truly wanted. And now here he is, preparing himself to perform and absolutely nerve wracked over it. It’s not what you want, especially not for today. So you scoot closer to him, putting a hand on his cheek, and your heart swells as he closes his eyes happily and leans into your palm.

“Don’t put pressure on yourself on my behalf. I’ll never ask you to do anything you aren’t fully capable of, okay?” You aren’t sure if it’s your words, or your touch that seems to ease his mind, but you’re satisfied either way as he finally relaxes and nods.

Still, you want to make sure those nerves are gone for good, for tonight at least. 

“Let’s take a shower.” 

He opens his eyes and looks at you with curiosity, and you’re pleased to find there seems to be much less worry behind his gaze now.

“I want to take care of you tonight.”

-

You switch the shower on first, letting the water get up to heat as you undress yourself, giving Ijichi something to focus on other than the fact that you were seeing each other naked for the first time. He glances at your body then away once, twice, trying his hardest not to stare outright and you can’t help but chuckle. 

“Kiyotaka I’ve had your pretty cock in my throat, don’t be shy about seeing me naked.” Your words earn you a cute little groan from deep in his chest, threatening to bubble up if you keep at it, which you of course will. “Have you imagined what I look like naked before?”

His blush reaches the tips of his ears as he lets out a sheepish laugh, “Yes…”

“Have you touched yourself thinking about it?” You move in close to him, close enough to hear him swallowing thickly as he looks down at your body.

He takes a deep breath, but doesn’t hesitate to answer you honestly with an enthusiastic nod as he slowly takes in every inch of you he can with how little space there is between the two of you now.

“Dirty boy…” 

He whines, clenching at the hem of his sweater, sweat prickling at his forehead as the bathroom steams up. You weren’t totally sure if he’d like you calling him that, but you’re pleased to find it has a similar reaction to your more positive teasing. 

“So, do you like it?”

“Yes,” his eyes meet yours for the first time since you’d gotten undressed before his glasses fog and his gaze is obscured, “you’re beautiful.”

You reach forward, pulling his glasses off and gently setting them down next to the sink before kissing his cheek. “So are you, Ijichi.”

His face lights up so you kiss him again, staying close enough to put your hands next to his on the hem of his sweater. 

“Let’s get your clothes off.” You tug his sweater upwards, and he raises his arms to let you pull it over his head and off. Placing it aside gently, you run your hands up and down his sides, sliding them up the contours of his stomach, over the centre of his chest, drinking in all of the gasps and shivers your touch brings out of him as you take in his lithe body. “You’re so handsome.”

He’s blushing hard enough that he dips his head slightly, as if he could only hold so much blood in his face while you appreciate his body outright. Moving your hands up to his shoulders, you squeeze gently before tracing a path down his arms before taking his hands in yours. “Can I wash your hair?”

He’s surprised by the question, but accepting of any of your attention, “Yes, please.”

Please, as if he’d asked you for it. As if you weren’t excited to watch him squirm and moan just from being pampered. “So polite…”

Whether the noise he lets out is a happy hum or a small moan, you aren’t quite sure. He leans forward to capture your lips, gentle, imploring, as if he were silently asking if he were still allowed to do it before settling back, satisfied that the answer was still yes. You turn him to face the shower, reaching around him from behind to undo his pants, and sliding them down his legs along with his underwear. “After you.”

He steps out of the last of his clothes and into the shower as you move the pants aside to sit alongside his sweater. When you turn back to him you find him standing in wait, just out of the reach of the spray of the shower head, trying his very best to keep taking in your appearance through his glassesless haze. You join him, cupping his cheeks in both hands, and your touch has him back in that relaxed state immediately.

“You’ll have plenty of time to look at me properly later. Now, tilt your head back.”

He does as he’s told, closing his eyes, and sighs as you run your fingers through his hair under the spray of the water. Once it’s thoroughly wet, you pull away for just a moment to squirt a small amount of shampoo into your palm, rubbing your hands together before running them back through Ijichi’s hair. He shivers at the returned touch, and once you start massaging circles into his scalp he lets a small whimper out, rolling straight from deep within his chest and meeting the air as a high pitched noise, rattled slightly by the soft sway of his head back and forth with your firm but gentle movements. 

With you settled so close in front of his naked body and touching him so well, it’s a matter of seconds before ijichi’s cock makes itself known, poking at you, and he covers it with his hands and presses it against his stomach.

“Sorry, ignore that…”

“Kiyotaka, you never have to apologise for getting hard for me.”

He sighs out a happy little ‘oh,’ shut eyes crinkling as he smiles. He leans forward, blindly poking out his lips and you give him a kiss before gently pushing him back under the water to rinse the suds from his hair. He keeps one hand cradled on his cock, not quite hiding it anymore, but not letting it bob against you as it would if left unhindered. Even so, you see it twitching as you work the pads of your fingers in to clean him thoroughly, and he coos when you run your fingers down and over the fine hairs where his hairline meets the back of his neck. You spend a little longer than strictly necessary rinsing his hair, taking in the little sighs and moans from your touch, looking down every so often to see the little beads of precum dripping down the head of his cock and onto the hand that was keeping it loosely shielded from you. 

When you finally pull your hands away his mouth forms a small frown at the loss of contact. As he stands there, eyes closed and pouting as he waits for you to do whatever your heart desires with him, you decide you’ve waited long enough to have your sweet touch-starved Kiyotaka cumming for you.

“Conditioner next, but first…” you grab your conditioner, squeezing out a dollop into your palm before you push his hand aside, pumping his cock gently a few times and coating it before sliding it between your thighs. The sudden touch, followed by the plush warmth of your skin has him gasping. “You can thrust.”

“Oh… Th-thank you…” he’s quick to get to work, pushing forward until his stomach is pressed to yours and his cock is fully nestled between your thighs before pulling back again. 

He moves slowly, pacing himself as you squeeze more conditioner directly into his hair, unable to do so with much finesse with how closely your bodies were together now. He grips your hips gently as his movements are quick to pick up pace and you start at massaging his scalp once more, as focused on your task as he was on his. You make a path of small circles from hairline to crown, then down towards his neck and back up towards his temples. It has him shivering, hips bucking out of pace as he groans at the feel of your skin. His face is cute, especially with his eyes still shut so he’s unaware that you were looking at him so intently, watching his brows form a cute upward slope in the centre from the way they were knit, and his soft mouth hangs open and slack and keeping any of his noises from being withheld. He’s perfectly lost in the feel of your hands and the feel of your thighs and with every throb of his cock his hands grip your hips just that little bit tighter, not enough to hurt but enough that you know he’d be apologising for it if he weren’t so far gone. 

You tilt his head back under the water, rinsing the conditioner out and raking your fingers across his scalp as you do. He’s sputtering the water dripping down his face, huffing and whining, and humping into you desperately. Once you’re sure his hair is thoroughly rinsed you tilt his head down and whisper into his ear, “Now cum for me.”

His compliance is immediate, as his hips stutter and he lets out a long broken whine, spilling his heat between your thighs in waves. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, letting out little whimpers as he continues thrusting until he’s just on the verge of overstimulation. Once he stops, he rubs his nose gently against you and lets his shivers run from his head to the tip of his toes as you run your fingertips up and down his back. 

“Good boy.” 

He squeezes at your hips and hums happily in response while his softening cock twitches with interest at the praise, but spent as he is he pulls his hips back, separating himself from you. “Can I clean you up?”

“Of course.”

It’s your turn to be pampered now, a task Ijichi performs with great care as he switches your places and moves you under the warm water. He runs his hands over your thighs, splashing water over them and rinsing any cum from your skin carefully. He’s thorough in his work, and you bend forward slightly, bracing your hands on the shower wall, arching your back, and sticking your ass out. Kiyotaka bites at his lips, stifling a horny little whine to maintain some semblance of decency despite everything, but you know you must already be well cleaned by now even as he continues rubbing and squeezing at your thighs. Every so often his movements trail up higher and his hand hovers near your pussy, trembling slightly before he moves away again, cupping his hands under the stream of water and splashing down your legs. 

You let him continue this back and forth, curious as to when he’d give in to his need to touch you. Eventually it seems that your dear Kiyotaka is much more patient (or rather hesitant) than you are, and you give him a little push once his hand hovers near you once again.

“You can touch me.”

This time, he’s much slower to get started, swallowing hard and licking his lips. When he does finally touch you he’s gentle, petting your pussy tenderly, pressing at you and taking in the soft puffiness of your lips. He’s teasing you, really, even if he’s completely unaware of it. Looking at him over your shoulder, you can tell by the dazed look in his eyes that he has no clue how long he’s been doing this, every so often pressing that little bit harder as he strokes you so his soft fingertips graze your folds. 

When he finally brushes past your clit you let out a moan, and it’s as if it snaps him back to reality. His pensive, exploratory touches make way for much more focused movements against your clit as he strokes his finger over it again, watching your face and taking in your expressions. His touch slowly gets firmer, with each movement past your clit, through your wetness, brushing over your entrance, as he watches for your every signal of pleasure - ready to go as firmly as need be, ready to stop the moment it’s too much. The only thing that was too much was how gradually he was working you up, and when you swirl your hips gently he understands immediately, refocusing his touch to rub soft circles against your clit. 

The moan you let out at finally having the touch you need is matched, and almost out done by his own, followed by a whimper as he bites his lip to try not to miss any noises he can pull from you. As he finds a pace you don’t spare him any little sigh or moan he stirs up, enjoying his reactions as much as you were enjoying the feel of his movements. When he reaches a pressure that really starts to scratch the itch he’d built you have to let him know outright.

“Just like that, it feels good.” Knowing in no uncertain terms that he was making you feel good throws him off for just a moment, but he’s back on track almost immediately. “Yes, you’re doing so well, Kiyotaka.”

That earns another moan from him, louder than any of yours so far, and the concentration on his face has even more fluttering picking up in your stomach than his hands do and leaves your pussy clenching. When you mutter a soft ‘fuck’ under your breath it has him feeling confident, brave even. He reaches his other hand in front of you, taking over his work on your clit as his other finger slides back to rub at your entrance. His brows knit and he pouts as if he’s begging, as if you’d tell him no when he was making you feel so good. 

“Can I?”

“Can you what?” You know what he means, but you won’t let him be so shy when he’s desperate to fuck you with his fingers.

He doesn’t mince words, and you’re pleased that he’s learning so quickly, “Can I slide my fingers in?”

It’s not as filthy as if you’d told him what to say, but you appreciate it nonetheless, nodding. He presses in slowly, and from the way he moans at the feel of your pussy you’d have thought it was his cock slipping inside of you. As he pushes deeper his lashes flutter and he whines at the feel of you sucking him in. His eyes actually roll back for a moment when he pulls his finger back and your walls grip at his knuckles ever so slightly and the soft chuckle that draws from you has your pussy clenching and him moaning.

“Oh my god…” He pumps his finger in and out a few times, bringing a second finger up just to your entrance as well before stopping, and looking to you for permission. You nod, and as your pussy grips the second digit just as tightly he can only repeat his previous sentiment in even more shaky tones, “Oh my god…”

He rubs around inside of you, flexing his fingers and feeling your slick warmth. He’s back to being unfocused, exploring, hand on your clit only sloppily moving from side to side every now again as he takes in how you feel. Lithe fingers press at your walls as his fingers slide around, and the drag of his knuckles as he slides out a little has you groaning as he finds his way around your body until he reaches the spot he’d been in search of and your thighs clench a little as you rock your hips into his movements. 

“Is that right?” He knows what he’s doing, more than it had initially seemed, but he’s still hungry for the praise even as he resumes his steady circles on your clit to accompany his newly found pace inside your pussy.

“Yes, that’s it.”

He does much of the same as he fingers your pussy, slowly building his pace, until you’re nodding and moaning and arching into his touch in a way that has him choking back a gasp at what his blurred vision can make out of you.

“You’re going to make me cum like that, Kiyo…”

His breaths are as ragged as yours, and when he leans forward to press soft kisses to your shoulder, even as he is careful to keep his perfectly set pace, it sends you over the edge. The building waves of pleasure give way inside of you and you clench at his fingers hard, though not enough to stop him working you thoroughly over and past the precipice. He keeps going even when the waves slow and break, your body relaxing as you whisper a small request that he slow down before it’s too much. 

You’re surprised when it goes unanswered, lifting your head to look at your sweet Kiyotaka and finding his eyes glazed, lidded, and as you say his name to bring him back to earth before he pushes you into overstimulation he is very suddenly cumming, untouched. You watch as he lets out a long whine and his cock throbs and pushes out thin, watery ropes of cum right onto your leg and he presses his face to your shoulder - movements finally halting as he whimpers out the last of his own orgasm on the heels of yours. 

You give him his moment to recover, just as you take yours, kissing the top of his head and panting in tandem with him, before he’s sitting up and blushing so hard the tips of his ears are even more red than they had been earlier as he realises he’s made another mess.

”Oh God, let me clean you up… again…”

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CHAPTER 3

[j-bonney]

B.N.O - Boy’s Night Out!

(This is what really happened after the Shibuya Incident and no one can tell me otherwise)

[blazingvoltz]

I'm sorry but how am I meant to believe that according to the Jujutsu Kaisen Wiki these two are in their late twenties?! These two look like they'd be in their forties working in some law firm or helping me pay my taxes!

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Happy Birthday

Kiyotaka Ijichi (20th April)

Jujutsu Kaisen