#and i don’t really know how but gojo just… somehow came back to life?

[getosugurusbangs]

gojo has appeared in my dreams on 3 separate occasions now. send help.

[gojonanami]

ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD - NANAMI KENTO

✴︎ summary: aka nanami is totally fine and alive. after shibuya, nanami lets you tend to his burns and have an honest discussion about what happened there and what it means for your future. ✴︎ contents: hurt/comfort, fluff, spoilers/discussions of what happens to nanami in shibuya, and of course he survives, he's fine (copium), nanami being a girl dad (b/c you know he would be the best dad - i mean he is already). ✴︎ wc: 1,469

Refusals came first when it came to Kento. 

“Ieiri can take care of it—” 

Especially when it came to taking care of him. 

“But I want to, Kento,” you say softly, burn kit prepared by you and Ieiri in hand, your fingers curling tighter around the handle, “I don’t want to push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, but I want to help,” for all of the times that you couldn’t. 

It has been a month since Shibuya. A month since Gojo had been sealed. A month since all hell had broken loose. 

How has it only been a month? 

And it had been only two weeks since Kento had been allowed home, to rest, allowed to be extracted from Shibuya from Shoko’s treatment area. His eye was unsalvageable — destroyed in that octopus special grade’s domain, and his body — burned severely by that volcano special grade. He would have to wear an eyepatch for the rest of his life. And reverse cursed technique only did so much, but they couldn’t heal burn marks.

Half of his body is wrapped in bandages — if you hadn’t been lucky enough to get Kento out of that situation with the curse you now knew as Mahito — you don’t know what could have happened. 

You were lucky. Lucky to have found him after being split off. Lucky you knew how to get to Shoko quickly. Lucky that she was able to save him. 

Luck. Luck. Luck. 

Was this really luck? To make it out half burned and half alive? Was it luck that you saved him or would it have been kinder to leave him? But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You were selfish — you needed him, you wanted your future with him, you wanted him to live. 

You couldn’t let him go. Not yet. 

It wasn’t time. It wasn’t his time. 

He only sighs at your words, “Okay,” he relents, sitting up on the bed. 

“First we have to remove your bandages, and then I’m going to inspect the burns to make sure they haven’t been infected or—” 

“You don’t have to tell me everything, sweetheart, I know what you have to do,” he says softly, and you swallow thickly, nodding.

Your fingers are gentle as you undo the bandages, first starting with his hand and arm, before moving to his shoulder, and then finally his face. Nasty raised burns marred his skin, raised and ruined marks that clawed over his smooth flesh. The marks ravaged half of his body — the other half he was barely able to protect with cursed energy. 

You hid your frown as you looked at them — why was it him? That question kept replaying in your mind. It was pointless to ask. It was asking why tragedy struck one person rather than another — it was chance, it was happenstance, it was fate. 

But you wished fate had chosen another — hell, you wished fate had chosen you. 

Your hands are washed and gloved as you examine him for any signs of infection — discharge, abnormal discoloration, and the last sign — warmth, “I’m going to just check some areas of your skin for any warmth — okay?” and Kento nods, his gaze downward. Your fingers are gentle — a featherlight touch as you check, fingers tracing his hand and up his arm, across his shoulder blade and back, until you reach his neck and face. Your fingers end up caressing his face, cupping it as you stare at him. 

He’s so beautiful. 

Each scar is a reminder of how hard he fought — even against monsters beyond any of any sorcerer’s imaginations, defended his comrades, protected students, and somehow had never given up. Even when it would have been understandable to do so. He still stood on his two feet, unwavering in his determination to live — and it wasn’t even for himself. Sorcery was an individual sport, sure, but sorcerers pass the baton all the time, and they choose to fight for one another, as well as themselves — if only to make the next fight easier for their fellow sorcerers. And you knew he was fighting, fighting to come home to you. 

How did you ever get so lucky?

“I understand,” Kento says, drawing you from your reverie, “I understand if you feel differently about my appearance — it will be harder for me to be mobile, the burns could constrict me and my eye as well. I understand even, even if it changes how you feel,” his tone was forced evenness, but he couldn’t hide the slight waver from you — Kento only ever wavered when it came to himself. 

You pause for a moment, “It does change how I feel,” and his eye slides to meet yours, hardened and accepting, “it makes me only love you more,” and Kento blinks, ocean blues filled with water, “Kento, these scars, your injuries, they show how much you fought to come back to me — how much you fought to protect our students — how much you sacrificed just to keep fighting,” your voice cracks, “how could I ever see you as less than for that? I love you so much, Kento — I just wish I could have done more for you,” 

His fingers find yours, curling around them, “Done more? You saved my life—” 

“Did you want to be saved?” and your question makes him pause, and your words tumble out of you, a confession you never wanted to make, “Yuji heard you — heard you say how tired you were — asking yourself if you’ve done enough, did I just put you in more pain by making you stay—” 

And he’s covering your mouth gently with his palm, making you stop, your tears streaming across his knuckles as you cried, “I never wanted to stop fighting to come home to you. I’m grateful you saved me,” he said softly, “every moment of pain is worth it, worth it because I get to be here with you. I get to have more time with you, with Itadori, with Ino, with everyone else,” he gives a terse chuckle, “I am tired, tired of jujutsu, tired of risking my life, tired of seeing those I love risk my life — but I came back for a reason, and I came back for you,” his lips curl into a smile, “and you, I could never be tired of.” 

You can’t stop crying now, tears falling from your eyes, as you wipe them, “I’m going to have to change my gloves now,” and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your gloved hand. 

“Change them, I’ll be here,” and you have to hold yourself back from hugging him — you need to put his ointments and lotions on and then bandage him up, and then — then you could hug him. But for now you settled with pressing a kiss to his cheek, and then cupping it. 

“I love you,” and you didn’t know, but he knew, he knew then, more than ever, that he wanted to marry you. And he would ask — but not now. 

So he smiles instead, “I know, I love you too.” 

“We’re going to be late!” you wait outside, arms crossed, “Kento?” 

“Don’t worry, we’re here,” and he’s stepping out, daughter in his arms, as you raise an eyebrow, “Mio wanted me to carry her.” 

“You’re going to spoil her rotten,” you roll your eyes, walking over to your husband and one year old daughter,  “she’s going to be daddy’s little princess at this rate — aren’t you, baby?” you kiss her cheek, as Kento watches you. 

“Like mother, like daughter,” and you gape at him, as his lips curl, as he carries his daughter to the car to strap her into her carseat, “are you coming?” 

You step over to the car, standing as he finishes buckling Mio in, and he turns to face you — the scars on his body remained, but healing with each day — his other eye hidden away under an eyepatch, but he still looked just as handsome the day you met him at Jujutsu High for the first time, if not more so (it was definitely more so, you often teased him, that emo haircut was definitely not attractive). 

“Sweethe—” he raises an eyebrow, before you lean up to kiss him, wrapping his arms around his neck, and he melts into the kiss, brow furrowed as you pull away, “what was that for?” 

And you shrug, “Just because, now come on,” you climb into the seat beside your daughter. 

“If we’re late for this meeting at Jujutsu Tech, it will be because of your kiss,” he warns, catching your eye with a smile in the rearview mirror as he starts the car. 

You only grin back, as your fingers find Mio’s tiny ones, “Don’t worry, we have time.” 

And you did — you had all the time in the world. 

✴︎ a/n: so this is some hardcore copium that @laneysmusings claimed i owed after the five times nanami fic. and who am i to deny? but also nanami is fineeeee. just a little scratch.

✴︎ tag list: @ghost-with-a-teacup, @itsseaberri, @himboelover, @sampam0260, @tiredkitten, @angelltheninth, @kateshappyplants, @neon-crow, @akaashi-todorki, @juniperjunpei, @what-the-stories-have-foretold, @purplecandygerl, @trenchcoat-idiots, @crimsonstarrr, @tirouxdreemurr, @dazaifungus, @the-apple-rose, @just1nee, @weirdanddorkyrambling, @goatlings-world

[jeankluv]

But daddy I love him - Satoru Gojo [ch.01]

Short series

Summary: If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair.

Tags of the series: +18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n.

ch.01 | ch.02 | ch.03 | ch.04 | ch.05 | epilogue

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

Note: this is going to be a short series, of around two or three chapters, it’s a way to say thank you for the 300 followers. The tags are in general for the series, in this chapter there are only suggestive language and some misogyny comments and actions, according to the time that is set. Oc and Satoru are +20

words: 4k

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You were on the beach, near the house, you had gone for a walk and read a book by the seashore. The morning was warm and your blue dress moved due to the sea breeze that hit you. Placing a lock of your hair behind your ear, you looked at the immense sea before you.

You had rarely left your place of residence and even less had you crossed the sea. But this was a fervent dream that you had longed for since you had started reading stories from different places in the world.

But your parents were strict and you had a weak body to be able to make that journey. So the only thing left was to long for something that would not happen and immerse yourself in your beloved books.

You turned the page of the book you had brought with you and continued reading. It was a romantic book, one of those that made butterflies flutter in your stomach with just words written on a piece of paper. You had always wondered if it really happened, if when you were in love with someone those butterflies appeared and fluttered.

You had never fallen in love, but you had always longed for it. You knew that when the time came, you would be married to someone, but the mere idea of ​​marrying someone, with whom you could never feel those butterflies or any kind of affection, terrified you.

You were terrified of the idea of ​​ending up like your parents and raising your children in a loveless home, like you had.

“It’s the book good, angel?” A deep voice spoke in front of you.

Resting the book against your chest, you looked up, meeting a face you didn't know. His gaze was sharp and even a little arrogant. You stayed watching him, while his gaze continued to rest on you and you felt like he was somehow undressing you with his eyes. You held the book tighter to your chest and drew your legs up a little.

“Oh don’t be afraid princess. I don’t bite, unless you want me to.” You felt your face heat up at his words.

“Who are you?” You murmured.

“Satoru.” He said, giving a bite to the apple on his hand. “What are you reading angel?” He pointed to the book.

You hesitated, unsure if you should keep talking with that unkown man. “I think I should leave.” You said getting up carefully.

The man whose name was Satoru cleared his throat. "Come on angel, don't tell me that my presence scared you."

“I would rather be alone sir.” You whispered. “Now I will take my leave.” You said turning around and moving fast across the beach.

You could still feel his gaze on you, never leaving you, not until you disappeared from his sight. Walking across the dirt road that connected your house to the beach, you looked back to make sure the man wasn't following you. Your breathing was labored and your heart was beating rapidly when you reached the door. Taking another breath through your nostrils, you straightened your back and put on the best of your smiles as you entered the house.

"My lady." One of the household maids approached you. “Her mother wants to see her.”

"Something happened?" You bowed your head.

“No, miss, I just want to talk to you about the dinner that will be held tonight.”

“Oh, yeah okay.” You nodded.

Still clutching the book to your chest, you walked through the house. You were not the wealthiest in the county, but your father had a good fortune and from time to time he held parties, in a desperate attempt to get one of the rich men to notice his daughter and thus marry her.

That night you would once again have to endure the lustful gazes of men three times your age, while you made excuses not to commit to them. But time was fleeting and his excuses were slowly running out.

You knocked on the door and heard your mother telling you to enter.

“Mother.” You bowed your head. “I heard you called me.”

“Yes.” She said. “Tonight as you know there will be a party in our house.” You nodded. “I want you to stay away from one of our guests.”

“Stay away? Wouldn't that be rude?”

“No. That man is no good news.” She stood up and walked to the window. “It doesn’t matter how wealthy he is, he is no good for our family.” Then she turned around and walked towards you. “So please my beautiful daughter, don’t you dare approach that man.” A shiver ran through your body when you saw your mother's threatening gaze and you nodded with fear.

“May I ask, what’s his name mother?” You said, still frightened.

“It's Duke Satoru Gojo. I heard he is good looking but besides that, there is nothing good about him.”

Satoru

That was the name of that man, wasn’t it?

“Is something wrong?” Your mother asked.

“No, nothing is wrong mother.” You responded feeling the nervousness in your words. “I retire to my room to start getting ready for the party.” Your mother nodded and you left the room.

You walked back to your room, thinking about the man once again. Just thinking about him sent a shiver down your spine. Mother had asked you not to approach him, but you had the feeling that he would be the one to approach you. Remembering your meeting on the beach, you wouldn't have thought he was a lord or anything like that. To tell the truth, you thought that he was one of the villagers in town who wanted to bother you, for the way he was dressed up.

He was wearing a white shirt, with the top buttons unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. With just one glance you could see that he was well toned. A subtle blush appeared on your face as you realized what you were thinking about. You shook your head to get rid of those improper thoughts.

“My lady?” A knock on your door brought you back.

“Rose!” You smiled at your maid.

“I’m here to start your preparations for tonight’s party.” She smiled with a small nod.

“That’s perfect. Let’s begin.”

And before you realized it, you were already putting on the final touches of your makeup and the sun had already set on the horizon of the sea. Rose said goodbye to you when you headed towards the door and with a firm step you headed to the entrance where the guests were waiting and where that man would surely also be.

Going down the stairs, you stood next to your parents, to welcome the guests arriving at the party. The faces of people already familiar and new, passed by one by one. Feeling a relief in your chest when you saw that that man did not appear, you entered the party. There were hardly any people your age or people with whom you could start a conversation that you liked.

“My lady?” You turned to see the face of the man who had called you.

He was a marquis from near the capital, he was approximately 40 years old, you heard that his wife died and now he was looking for a young girl to remarry and thus give him a male heir.

Taking a step back you greeted him. "Sir." You put on the best of your smiles.

“You look absolutely beautiful, my lady.” He flattered you, bringing the glass of wine to his mouth, his face was dyed a soft red so, it was more than evident, that this was not his first glass of wine. “It's a shame no one has courted you yet.” He said taking a step forward, you took one step back.

“The right man hasn’t appeared yet, sir.” You wanted to escape that conversation as soon as possible.

“My lady, how about I invite you to my country side house and let me court you properly?” He raised his hand so you could place yours on top of it.

Your mouth went dry and your hands started to shake. “I…” You wanted to say no, but that would be nonsense and disrespectful.

“I think the lady is not very interested in an insect like you.” A deep voice spoke behind you.

A chill ran down your spine when you heard that voice. It was him.

You raised your face to see him standing behind you, with a frivolous smile looking at the marquis you were conversing with.

”Duke Satoru Gojo, excuse me. How are you? I didn’t expect to see him at this party.” The marquis who seconds ago possessed tremendous confidence was now shaking like a wet puppy.

“Pretty annoyed, because I have to see insects like you believing themselves to be something they're not.” He scratched his head and took a step forward, standing at your height. “Now disappear from my sight.” You trembled as you heard his tone and saw his murderous look.

Who was that man? Your gaze was fixed on him and you did not see the marquis flee the place in terror. When you realized you were both alone and he looked at you with those same hungry eyes with which he had looked at you that morning on the beach.

“Angel, we met each other once again.” He bowed a little. “You look even more beautiful than this morning.” He tangled one of your locks in his finger.

“Duke.” Taking a step back from him, you bowed to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said without looking at his eyes.

Mother told you to stay away from him, so you needed to escape from there as soon as possible.

“Oh I’m a bit disappointed that you won’t look at me.” You heard him chuckling. “You are scared of me little one?”

“Sorry duke, but I must take my leave.” Trying to move away from him, he held your wrist pressing you against his torso.

“Careful angel.” He whispered into your ear, causing your legs to tremble at his warm breath. “You almost dumped into the waiter.”

And then you noticed, the waiter that was there holding the tray with more drinks. "I’m so sorry." You told the waiter.

The waiter shook his head and smiled at you, leaving your sight. "You have to be more careful angel, you could have hurt yourself." He whispered again against your ear.

“Thank you…” You whispered, releasing you from his grip and separating you from his muscular body.

Being close to him, his warmth and touch had caused a strange feeling in you.

“Angel, are you avoiding me?” His face came dangerously close to yours and your cheeks turned a subtle crimson red.

“No duke, that would be rude.” You looked down to your feet.

“So angel, how about you join me for a walk on this warm summer night.” He extended his hand towards you.

Your heart was beating strongly in your chest, doubting what you should do. Your mind wandered to the conversation with your mother, where she implored you to stay away from that man. But your heart wanted to grab that hand of his and take you for a walk that night. With your hand trembling you grabbed the duke's hand and together you left the house.

The cold of the night hit your body, causing you to shrink subtly, trying not to let your body heat escape. Instinctively you squeezed your hand, causing you to squeeze the duke's hand subtly. Realizing this, you moved your hand away and placed it against your chest, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

The duke looked you up and down and took off his jacket, slinging it over your shoulders. You don't know if it was because of the jacket or because of the gesture, but you felt an intense heat settle on your face.

“Thank you duke.” You murmured holding into his jacket.

The duke just nodded and continued walking. Your gaze focused on his back and your mother's words echoed in your head again. You still had time to return to the party and ignore that you had been with that man there, but as before your heart decided for you and you walked following his step.

“So angel.” He spoke, taking what it looked like a cigarette out of his pocket. “Was the book you were reading good?”

“Yeah… it was.” His voice was making you feel things.

“What was it about?” He put the cigarette on his mouth and smiled at you while lighting up.

“About…” Your words didn’t want to come out of your mouth. “About a girl and boy that fell in love and escaped.”

“Oh… interesting.” He smiled. “You still don’t seem to trust me very much angel. Did someone talk bad about me?”

“No duke, not at all.” You hated to lie but you couldn’t expose your mother or else things could get complicated for your family.

“I don’t like when beautiful girls lie.” You felt his hand under your chin. “Tell me angel. What did they say about me?”

You trembled under his touch. “That… that you are no good news.”

With a crooked smile he spat the cigarette smoke away from you. “And that’s what you think, princess?” He asked you, narrowing his gaze.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to meet the duke, so I can not give an opinion.”

With a smile and with the cigarette between his teeth, he removed his hand from under your chin and walked to a stone seat overlooking the sea and sat there. You looked at his figure, muscular and large, feeling that heat in you again.

“Angel, don’t be shy and sit here with me.” He extended his hand and gestured for you to come closer. “I would like to know more about the beautiful lady of this house.”

You sat down next to him, placing your hands thighly on your knees, still nervous due to his presence.

“Ask me whatever you want, angel. I already told you.” He got near you. “I won’t bite you, unless you ask me to.”

Taking a deep breath, you spoke. “Why do you have a bad reputation?”

“Well…” He chuckled. “People think I killed my brother, to take the title and the power.”

“But those surely are just rumors right?” Your heart was beating faster and faster with each passing second.

“Maybe I did kill him, angel.” You began to feel dizzy, was he for real? “Don’t look at me like that angel, I didn’t kill him. My brother was clumsy and an idiot, he died due to his clumsiness but I loved him, at the end of the day he was my brother.” He threw the cigarette away. “But everyone started to believe that lie and to say I manipulated him because the title, instead of going to his son, it was leave it to me.” He shrugged. “Do you still think I’m bad angel?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry you have to face those rumors.”

“How sweet of you angel.” He smiled. “That man… he wanted to marry you, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“Someone your age would be expected to be already married.” He pointed out.

“Yeah but I have a weak body, so my parents are trying to push it away.” You explained.

“Are they?” You looked at him confused. “Or are you?”

“What do you mean? I would never…”

“Princess it seems to me that you don’t want to marry any of those old insects and that you use the bland excuse of having a poor body to get away with it.” He cockily smiled. “I’m wrong?”

“That’s a gross lie, I would never lie about my body being weak.” You blurted out, embarrassed by his words.

He chuckled softly. “Okay angel, I will try to believe in your words.” He turned to face you. “But honestly, you would need a better match than those suitors your parents want to assign you. A princess like you doesn't deserve to be with those insects.”

You looked down. “I don’t have a say on what my father chooses for me. Once the moment comes, I will marry the person he chooses for me.”

“And that’s what you want, angel?” You felt his breath on your ear. “Or you want one of those love stories?”

You took a deep breath. “Those stories never come true, I’m destined to marry someone I won’t love, but you know.” You smiled looking at him. “Maybe with time love can happen.”

“Or maybe it never happens and you are unhappy for the rest of your life.” He said with those eyes all over you.

“Why are you telling me these things duke? Isn't it a bit rude to be talking like that to a lady?” You said.

“Is it?” He tilted. “I don’t know angel.” He stood up and you followed him with your gaze. “So you say you will marry anyone your father chooses. Interesting.” He smirked and watching that smirk, it made your body tremble.

You watched as he took a pocket watch out of his pocket and how he looked at it. “Duke…” You called him. “Why did you come to the party?” It was a question you have been wanting to ask since your mother informed you he was coming. “I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but the travel from your residence to here is quite long.”

He put the watch back in his pocket and smiled at you. “Just wanted to see with my own eyes how beautiful the lady of the house was or if the rumors were all fake.” He held your hand and brought it to his lips. “And the rumors were not wrong.” He said planting a kiss on your knuckles.

Your legs shook as the duke sank his teeth into the fabric of your gloves and gently began to remove it. But the real weakness came when he ran his tongue between your fingers while his piercing eyes were fixed on you.

An immense heat was established in the lower area of ​​your abdomen and as much as you wanted to remove your hand from its touch, the pleasant sensation it was causing in you, prevented it.

“I will keep this glove with me, angel.” He kissed the glove and put it in his pocket. “We will see each other again soon, angel.”

And you watched him walk away, disappearing in the darkness of the night. You stayed on the bench for a few minutes, thinking about what just happened and feeling a new sensation on your body that you could not quite understand.

Standing back up you walked back to the house, getting welcomed by the noise of the people speaking, singing and dancing.

“Where were you?” Your mother appeared. “And whose jacket is that?” She raised your voice.

“I was outside and a…”

“Outside on your own?” She held your arm.

“Mother, you’re hurting me…” You whispered.

“Don’t tell me you were being a slut in our garden?” She asked you.

“What? Mother no, I was just taking fresh air.” You felt how your eyes got wet. “Please mother.”

“Agh.” She let your arm go. “Come with me, your father is going to introduce you to someone.” She turned around and walked.

You followed her in silence and with your head low, still feeling scared for your mother’s tone and angry look on her face. When you looked back up, you saw your father talking with a man, an unknown man for you. He looked the same age as your parents and was laughing with your father while smoking and drinking.

“Oh!” Your father said. “Look Marquis Harrison, this is my one and only daughter.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” You bowed your head.

“You have a really beautiful daughter.” The man spoke looking at your father.

“Yeah.” Your father laughed. “And you know Marquis Harrison, she is still unmarried and in the perfect age to to conceive.”

You felt your pulse accelerate and your breathing shorten, while you listened to your father speak. You knew where that conversation was going and you didn't want it to get to that point, you didn't want to marry that man.

You felt like the corset was tightening you more and more and how it was difficult for you to breathe with each passing moment.

Duke Satoru had been right, you had been lying about having a weak body and you had been paying gold coins to your personal doctor to corroborate it. But that excuse would soon be exhausted.

“Oh it’s that right my lady?” The man spoke to you.

You noticed the vein in your neck throbbing strongly, you felt like you would faint at any moment.

“Answer to Marquis Smith.” Your mother, angrily whispered to you.

“I…”

“Angel.” That deep voice again. “I totally forgot about my jacket.” He approached you causing all eyes to fall on him and then on you when he was in front of you.

Your cheeks turned red as you saw his face again, as if something about him had an instant effect on you.

"What does this mean?" Your mother raises her voice.

“Oh ma'am, I'm afraid I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself to the hosts of the party.” He turned to face your parents. “I am Duke Satoru Gojo, thank you for inviting me to this party.” He smiled, bowing slightly and placing her hand on her chest.

“Are you the one who gave the jacket to my daughter?” Your mother asked.

“That's right ma'am, I found her daughter outside getting some air and I lent her my jacket.” He lied.

Your mother took two steps towards you and she grabbed you tightly by the arm, she didn't care that all eyes were on you. “Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, don’t tell me you are a slut who spreads her legs out there?”

“Mother please.” You felt your eyes sting.

Your father shook his head. “Our daughter is a bit poorly raised, Duke, we are sorry if something uncomfortable could have happened.” You felt like crying at that very moment, you wanted someone to get you out of there. You needed someone to do it.

The duke looked at you and then at your father. "I think the only rude people here are the hosts of this party, who dedicate themselves to humiliating their only daughter in front of all the guests, while trying to marry her to the highest bidder." The Duke's words came out like darts from his mouth and his gaze was so extremely sharp, you would swear he could cut the air.

“How dare you…” your father blurted out with his face slightly red.

“I want to marry your daughter.” The duke cut your father.

A loud gasp was heard in the room and you looked at him stunned.

“Stay away from her.” Your mother blurted, still holding your arm thighly.

He completely ignored your mother. “I will be staying in the house, so your daughter and I can meet better.” He sharply looked at your dad. “I hope this is not an impediment or I will have to contact his majesty the King.” He threatened.

"Alright." Your father stammered, looking at the ground. The duke turned and removed your mother's grip on your arm.

He lifted your chin with his hand and smiled. “Now we can see each other more, angel.”

You swallowed dryly, looking into his eyes and feeling that flame light up inside you once again.

[hayakawalove]

Wanna Make a Bet?

A/N: N/A

Summary: With your two boyfriends, life was never boring. A bet is made to see who can last the longest without sex.

TW: Teasing, spit play, polyamory, spit play, gojos a shit, cunnilingus, anal sex, fem reader, AFAB reader W/C: 4,170

It was hazy how all of this started, really. You were sure Satoru was the one who came up with the idea. It certainly wasn’t you, and it wouldn’t have been Suguru. 

The three of you sat in the bedroom, mindlessly doing your own things. You lay in between Suguru’s legs, head resting on his lower stomach. Your knees were propped up, giving Satoru a nice plush pillow to rest against. Suguru was reading while you played on your phone. You weren’t sure what Satoru was doing, but then again you never knew what he was up to. 

A video played on your phone and you were half paying attention. All of a sudden you felt a soft bite against your thigh. You peered around your phone to look at Satoru. His face was turned over as he bit into your skin, a low groan leaving his lips. 

“Satoru, really? We were having a nice moment.” You murmured. 

“This is a nice moment too, isn’t it?” He responded cooly, inching closer to the area between your legs with his mouth. 

You dropped your phone against your stomach and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair. It was nice laying down with both of them. It was often hard to get all of you alone at the same time. 

“You’re just always horny.” Suguru mused, turning the page. 

“Am not!” Satoru quickly retaliated, his words being muffled by your skin. 

“Are too. Probably couldn’t last a week without sex.” You said. 

“Okay, that’s dramatic. I could last a week.” He exclaimed.

You tilted your head back to look at Suguru. He met your eyes with a soft grin. Neither of you believed the blue eyed menace. 

“Don’t do that! Come on guys, believe me!”

You hummed at Satoru, plucking Suguru’s book from his hands, sliding his bookmark in it. 

“Fine. Wanna play a game? Let’s see who can last a week without sex, and the winner gets whatever they want from the losers. If two people give in and initiate it then they both lose, but if one person gives in to initiate it then they lose.” Satoru announced. 

You and Suguru agreed half heartedly, knowing Gojo wasn’t gonna last. 

And that’s how you ended up starting the bet. It had been several days, and honestly it was torture. You knew Satoru was gonna tease you, he’s always been that way. 

It seemed his favorite tactic was to walk around the house without a shirt on just to tease you. It honestly didn’t get to you too much, not at first at least. But one night in particular made you almost give in. Satoru had come home after working out and pulled his shirt off in the living room. His skin was flushed pink from exertion and you could hear him softly pant. He had to grab your chin in order to get your attention back to what he was saying. 

“Gonna give in bunny?” He taunted. 

You smacked his hand away and sighed. That was that. You weren’t going to give in so easy. You could almost taste victory. 

You expected Satoru to tease you, you really did. What you didn’t expect was for Suguru to tease you too. You thought the both of you were going to gang up on Satoru and make him give in first, but it seemed Suguru had other plans. 

It wasn’t like anything he did was intense. It was just lingering touches, stolen glances. But somehow each moment made your heart race, images of the last time you had sex flashing in your brain. 

You weren’t without your tricks either though. Shoko and Utahime offered to take you out on Saturday night, a girls night they said. You knew they were gonna go off as soon as you got to the club anyway, preferring to make out with each other instead but you didn’t mind. It was still fun to go dancing. 

Donning your tightest dress and a face of makeup, you strutted out of the bathroom. The two men were sitting on the couch watching an indiscrimate show. 

“Alright guys, I’ll see you later tonight. I’ll make sure to call if I need anything.” You tossed over your shoulder, sliding your heels on. 

Satoru stops mid sentence talking to Suguru and peered over at you, eyes widening at your get up. 

The dress covered all the necessary bits, but if you leaned over anyone would get a free show. And the heels, fuck, the heels made your legs go on for days. 

Neither of them cared how you dressed. In fact, sometimes they liked when you wore things like this. They liked the idea of you turning someone down, just so the sorry loser could feel jealous for what’s not theirs. 

“Damn bunny.” Satoru leaned back against the couch, drinking you in. 

Suguru was more subtle in the way he looked at you. He noticed the way you did your hair. It was his favorite style, and you knew it. 

“Looks good right?” You said, giving them a twirl. 

Satoru’s eyes dropped to your ass and Suguru watched the way your chest juts out. 

“You look perfect baby.” Suguru looked up at your face. 

You leaned down, placing a kiss on each of the boys cheek. They try to avoid looking down your dress but failed miserably. Satoru almost snapped when he saw your lack of bra, your nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Suguru knocked his knee against Satoru’s, bringing Satoru back to reality. 

He would’ve jumped your bones then and there if not for his much calmer counter part. 

You bid them farewell and depart on your night out. You were almost sad that neither of them gave in, but you thought there might be other ways to get them to give in. Like you predicted, Shoko and Utahime disappeared after the first hour but you still had fun dancing alone. 

Four days had passed since that dreadful conversation. You were beginning to curse your past self for making the dumb decision to agree to the stupid bet. Everytime you tried to remind yourself that there was only a couple days left, one of the boys would do something that got you worked up. 

Satoru was out of the house, likely trying to finish up work. You and Suguru were home alone, standing in the kitchen making chatter. There was a lull in the conversation where you both just rested against the counter. Suguru wore one of his tight white button ups, accentuating his muscles. You couldn’t even blame him for wearing it. It was his usual work attire, but it was making you go crazy. 

“This whole bet is stupid, don’t you think?” You say in passing, looking at his arms. 

“Yeah, didn’t think it was gonna be this hard.” He comments. 

Your eyes flick up to search his face. Your feet move instantly, bringing you over to him. Your lips are the first to touch before you feel his heavy hands press against your body. Suguru pushes you against the wall, pressing his lips against yours. You felt like he was simultaneously breathing life into you, while also stealing your oxygen. Suguru’s tongue intertwined with yours, spit swapping between you two. 

Your fingers grip into his shirt, pulling him down closer into you. He pushes you against the wall so hard it almost feels like you’re going to fuse with it. One of his hands wraps against your lower waist while the other sneaks up your back. 

You feel his boner in his pants brushing against your leg and you can’t deny the way your underwear seeps with need. Why did you have to make this stupid bet? You thought you could do it, but your restraint was slowly slipping. 

“Suguru” you moan breathily. 

You feel him take a deep breath, your lip caught between his teeth. 

“I know baby.” He sighs. 

Suguru pulls away and looks down at you. You had never seen his eyes so lust filled before. His hands grip against you tighter. 

“Come to the bedroom with me.”

“But what about-“

Suguru cuts you off with a kiss. You heart flutters in response and you can feel heat spread over your cheeks. 

“We don’t have to have sex. Wanna watch you make yourself cum.” The brashness of his words catch you off guard. 

Suguru grabs your hand and pulls you along to your bedroom. Your fingers itched to roam over his body, but you really wanted Satoru to lose the bet. 

He gently sits you on the bed before pulling a chair up close to you. Your heart pounds in your ears while you rip the clothes off your body at speeds unseen before. Suguru’s eyes analyze each of your movements, wanting to savor each inch of skin you reveal. His hands fumble with his pants before pulling his cock out. It was so hard it was bordering on painful. He couldn’t remember the last time he went this long without sex. He never needed to, not when he had two sexy partners waiting for him at home. 

You slide your underwear down your thighs, spreading your legs. A rush of cold air brushes against your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Go on baby.” Suguru’s voice edges on obscene, desire clearly dripping from every syllable. 

You press you finger pad against your clit, a sharp intake of air gracing the room. Suguru takes hold of his cock, smearing his precum down his shaft, making it easier to glide his palm against the sensitive skin. 

You watch through hooded eyes at the way Suguru strokes his cock for you. It was almost unfair how beautiful he was, in everything he did. Your finger speeds up, your thighs shaking on either side of you. 

The noises of your slick pussy fill the room. You craved Suguru’s skin on yours, along with Satoru’s. Your boys made you feel so good each time they touched you, and your body was addicted. 

Suguru’s thumb swirls around his tip, his brows furrowing in response as he watches your hand. He never considered himself an impatient man, not nearly as much as Satoru. But the more he thought about it the more he thought that he must be. 

Your mouth drops open as soft moans escape you. You could feel Suguru’s eyes sear into you, making your hole clench around nothing. 

You don’t even notice your front door swing open. The noise reverberates through the house, but you and Suguru are too focused on each other to pay it any mind. 

“I’m home!” Satoru’s voice fills the hall. 

He notices your absence in the living room so he makes his way to your bedroom. The schlick schlick schlick noises were ones he was well acquainted with. A devilish grin spreads across his lips as he grabs the door frame, swinging inside. 

“Ah hah! I knew I would beat you guys! What’re you doing?” He boasts before coming to a stop, seeing that you aren’t touching each other. 

“Not having sex.” Suguru grunts in response, eyes trained on your body. 

“Close enough! I win!” 

Suguru didn’t feel like explaining to Satoru the difference. 

“No it’s not. Now come in and join or leave.” Suguru orders. 

The tough tone sends a tingle over Satoru’s skin. He swallows the lump that settled in his throat, tearing his eyes off Suguru. The air in the room somehow became stifling. He watches you work deftly against yourself, your needy moans sounding like pure lust. 

Satoru drags a chair beside Suguru’s and settles down in it. A low buzz of excitement swims underneath his skin. It takes him a bit before he can rid himself of the clothes he wore, the clothing not coming off fast enough. It didn’t take him long to get hard. The second he heard the noises coming from the room, he could already feel his dick twitch. 

Satoru wraps a hand around his cock and moves it down. A moan falls from his parted lips as he watches you. 

He didn’t know who to focus on. On one side he had Suguru, legs spread and heavy cock in hand. You laid in front of him, body withering while you brought yourself pleasure. It almost hurt how fast he darted his eyes back and forth between you two. 

You open your eyes and whimper seeing Satoru join in. They both watch you as your finger rubs against your clit. 

“Fuck, Suguru how long have you guys been doing this? How haven’t you touched her yet?” 

“Some of us have some self control.” Suguru answers, a teasing lilt to his voice. He speaks as if he wasn’t two seconds away from taking you. 

Satoru opens his mouth to give a smart response back, but the words die in his throat. He quickly finds himself distracted at the way your breasts rise and fall, laborious breaths falling from your lips. He watches the way your finger swirls around your clit, a sight so tempting he wasn’t sure he could resist any longer. 

Satoru moans and grips himself tighter. He desperately needed to touch you. To hell with the bet. 

He launches himself forward, landing in between your legs. You gasp and pull your hand away. Satoru looks like a madman in front of you, pupils blown wide while he eyes your pussy. Suguru slows down, rubbing himself languidly. 

“Satoru, the-“ you start. 

“Fuck that. Need to taste you.” He groans seeing your pussy up close in his face. 

You open your mouth to speak, but all rational thought leaves your brain as you feel his tongue lick one fat stripe from your hole to your clit. You moan out, gripping the sheets below you. It hadn’t been very long since you had sex last, but it felt so good it was like you were going to melt in the bed. 

“O-only you lose.” You murmur, watching as Satoru grips your legs and throws them over his shoulder. 

You think he grumbles an agreement, but you can’t understand him over the sound of your pussy covering his lips. 

You look up at Suguru and see him pick up the pace again. Your hands reach out and he immediately understands, standing up to make his way over to you. Suguru kneels beside your head and leans down, pressing his lips against yours. Your moans melt in his mouth as pleasure flows through you. Each time one of them touched you, it felt like a shock to your system. Satoru sucks your clit, drinking you up. The air in the room felt hot, smoldering. 

“Taste so good bunny, always do just for me. Fuck, could be down here all day-“ Satoru babbles, drunk on your pussy without having even been inside you. 

Suguru toys with your mouth, tongue gliding against yours. His hand lifts up and slides down your body. He grips onto Satoru’s head, shoving his face down against you again, silencing him once more. Satoru graciously accepts, sliding his tongue through your sticky folds. He traces against your clit and feels you tense up. Suguru keeps a hand on Satoru’s head, refusing to let either of you up for air. His mouth suffocates you, making your head dizzy. 

You tap his shoulder rapidly trying to signal your oncoming orgasm and he pulls back, looking deep into your eyes. He watches you through messy bangs, watching you tremble and shake beneath him. 

“Gonna cum baby? Feels good?” 

“Yes- oh fuck, fuck!” You shudder. 

“Yeah?” He breathes out heavily, his voice dripping with pleasure as he watches you. 

“Yes, yes!” You cry. 

Right as you were about to cum, all sensation immediately stopped. Suguru had yanked Satoru away from you. You weren’t sure who whined more, you or him. 

“Please please please Suguru, wanna cum, make me cum!” You find yourself begging, tears threatening to spill. 

You beg him to let you cum even if he wasn’t the one touching you. He had all the power, after all. 

Suguru’s eyes gleam at your request and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. Without tearing his eyes from you, he orders Satoru. 

“Lay down on the bed Satoru.” 

Satoru scrambles to his feet, practically flopping on the bed beside you. His long legs stretch out in front of him, hanging off the bed. Suguru runs his palm down the side of your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and dragging it down. Your insides were turned to mush, all capable thought long gone. 

“Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable on his face.” Suguru tells you in a more soft, hushed tone. 

He always did like bossing Satoru around more, and preferred to use a gentle but firm hand with you. 

You nod eagerly and turn around, crawling towards Satoru. Hot puffs of air flow between your legs as you situate yourself on top. Satoru was always extremely eager, it was endearing. He gave his all in everything he did and that only made sex with him all the more better. You lower yourself down and feel Satoru immediately attach his mouth back on you, a groan of relief reverberating through his chest. 

Suguru shuffles around to grab a bottle of lube before returning, sliding in between Satoru’s spread legs. You watch Satoru’s leg muscles relax under the gentle graze of Suguru’s hands. Their love had always been something so pure, you felt extremely lucky they let you in on something so perfect. Your mouth parts as Satoru goes down on you, his tongue gliding through your folds, making a home inside your aching hole. 

You watch as Suguru spreads Satoru’s legs, pouring lube on his hard cock and Satoru’s tight hole. It was hard to tear your eyes away from the erotic sight. Satoru stutters and jumps once he feels Suguru press into him. The stretch was never bad, always blurring between the lines of unbearable and just right. Suguru presses in further, not stopping until his body meets Satoru. If Satoru’s mouth wasn’t glued to you, you would be able to hear his moaning. 

Suguru pulls out slightly, then guides his way back in. He always liked starting off slow before ultimately wrecking either of you. Suguru was a man who liked to take his time, and you never had a problem with it. 

Satoru, on the other hand, did. 

You watch as Satoru spreads his legs even wider, trying to force his hips down to gain more of Suguru. You could hear something that resembles a whine between your legs. You weren’t sure how you ended up with both the most patient man to exist, and the man who probably doesn’t even know what the word patience means. 

“Always so greedy.” Suguru murmurs under his breath. 

He slams his hips forward with more force and you watch as Satoru’s whole body shakes from the impact. Satoru’s long fingers fly up to grab onto your thighs, pulling you down harder against his face. He glides his tongue around, pressing against your clit. 

Heavy breathing turns into moans as Satoru builds you back up again. Ever the needy one, you reach forward for Suguru. Your lips clash against each other. Suguru keeps one hand on Satoru while he fucks him, using his other hand to grab your face. Giving in had never felt so good before. 

While kissing, Suguru blindly reaches for one of your hands, pulling it forward to hold Satoru’s cock. Once your hand makes contact, you feel as Satoru’s body twists in pleasure. You slide your hand down, trying to pay attention to his cock. It was already wet and twitching in need. 

The room was a mess of salacious sounds. Lips smacking, body’s slapping, and quiet groaning. 

You pull back, peering up at Suguru. One of your hands rests against Satoru’s stomach while the other works hard at making his cock feel good. The height difference between you and Suguru wasn’t extreme as the bed evened it out. He locks eyes with you, watching your face twist in pleasure. 

“S-suguru,” 

“Hm?” He hums back, his cock working at Satoru’s insides. 

“Want you to spit in my mouth.” You drunkly request. 

Suguru cocks an eyebrow, looking taken aback by your request. 

“Is that right baby?” 

“Yes, please.” You find yourself begging, your eyes half lidded. 

Suguru’s lips tilt up in a smile while he leans forward, hips slowing to a stop. Satoru whines but you pay him no mind. Suguru grabs your cheeks, pulling you forward. Your pussy rises off Satoru and you can hear him complain. 

“What the hell Suguru? I was doing something.”

You watch with wide eyes as Suguru lets spit dribble from his lips onto your waiting tongue. You groan once it hits your tastebuds. 

“Shit.” Satoru says breathlessly. 

He watches as your pussy clenches around air, getting a front row seat at the way Suguru made you feel. 

“Yeah?” Suguru asks louder, speaking to Satoru. 

His eyes remain on you. He never knew you would be into something like that. Not that he didn’t know you were secretly nasty. 

“Be a good girl for me and keep that on your tongue, don’t swallow.” Suguru speaks quietly to you. 

Your chest heaves at the way you felt. It felt like you were on fire. 

“Think you can do that for me baby?” 

You nod, careful to leave your mouth propped open so Suguru could make sure you followed his order. 

Suguru begins to start fucking Satoru again while you sit back down, his tongue quickly finding its way back to you. It was hard to moan with your mouth wide open, the sound somehow sounding more debauched than before. You tried to rub Satoru’s cock the best you could, but it was hard to think with the heavy cloud of lust over your head. 

Satoru sucks your clit into his mouth, the action causing a jolt through your system. Suguru must’ve been able to see it in your face. 

“Wanna cum baby?” His hushed voice asks. 

You moan staring up at him, a mixture of your saliva and his beginning to drip down from your tongue, landing on Satoru’s pale skin below you. 

“Swallow that, hm? Don’t wanna make a mess out of Satoru just yet.” 

You quickly shut your mouth, drinking up Suguru’s spit like it was the most divine flavor you’ve ever tasted. 

Suguru groans at the sight, slamming into Satoru. The force causes Satoru to move up, his cock pressing into your hand. 

Your whole body shivers in pleasure, you couldn’t keep it in much longer. 

“Alright, cum for us baby.” Suguru says your name so sweetly you almost forgot the pretense it was under. 

A sob racks your body as Satoru continues devouring you, and you cum powerfully on his tongue. Satoru moans at the taste, quickly swallowing up everything you give him. You see Suguru’s shoulders tense up as he watches you cum and it takes everything in you not to collapse. 

Satoru looks pathetic under you, getting pounded into by your shared boyfriend. You speed up your hand, desperate to watch him cum. You see Satoru’s legs shake out of the corner of your eye and hear a loud whine from beneath you. Satoru’s cock twitches underneath your hand, cum shooting out on top of his stomach. 

Your hips shake, eager to see Suguru spill inside Satoru. Sweat lines his forehead, a show of his hard work. Suguru swears under his breath before squeezing his eyes shut, his cum flowing deep inside Satoru. 

You attempt to catch your breath but fail miserably as you trip over yourself. It always blew your mind at how good sex was with the two. Each time seemed better than the last. 

Suguru slowly slides out of Satoru and reaches out a hand, helping you crawl off of the other man. You weren’t sure how you looked, but you knew you looked better than Satoru. He looked like a mess under you, your cum smearing his face, his cum covering his body, and Suguru’s sweeping out from his asshole. He had a sex drunk look on his face and you weren’t sure you’d be able to snap him out of it. 

“Satoru.” Suguru ushers, leaning over and patting Satoru’s face. 

“Hm? I’m good, just give me a minute.” Satoru breathes out, closing his eyes. 

You giggle and throw your arms around Suguru, kissing him. This kiss was much more sweet and tender, filling your body with warmth. 

“I love you.” You say against his lips. 

“I love you too.” He smiles. 

“Hey, what about my love?” Satoru quips, slowly sitting up and looking at the cum slide down his body. 

You and Suguru place a kiss on each side of his face. 

A thought pops up in your brain. 

“What’re you gonna do for us since you lost?” You ask. 

“After that? Anything you want.”

[cultrise]

MASTURBATION. GETO SUGURU

☽ CONTENTS NSFW, masturbation, he kinda gets caught, frustrated suguru ᵎᵎ wc 1.8k

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being your friend was pretty hard for poor suguru.

it wasn’t until shoko brought it up that suguru actually realised that what he felt for you was beyond friendship. and he was denying it heavily at first. like sure, maybe he felt his eyes looking for yours each time you were in the same room, maybe he felt his lip corners turn up whenever you spoke and maybe seeing you smile made his stomach do flips and cartwheels.. but that was just because you two were such close friends… right?…

he carried on with this behaviour for a while, denying any observation shoko made regarding the differences in the way he acted with others and the way he acted with you. it was pretty easy for suguru to just roll his eyes, scoff and walk away from shoko, even though he wouldn’t have heard the end of it. but when satoru gojo, his best friend, started to point out the same things shoko did, suguru knew he was royally fucked.

it was one thing for his other friends to notice his crush on you — which was growing more and more evident as the days went by — and it was completely another for satoru. he was his best friend since high school, the only person who truly understood him. if satoru said “dude, you have the hots for her” then it must’ve been true. and now, it had become almost impossible for suguru to deny his feelings. almost.

because suguru found himself in the worst and, at the same time, the funniest predicaments. the four of you were gathered up at satoru’s place, for your usual movie night. there was nothing different about your behaviour, you always did seem to gravitate around suguru after all… but somehow, for whatever reason, he found himself unable to stop his hormones from going wild.

there was nothing unusual to your look either, hair was just a bit messy, a little eyeliner enhancing your pretty eyes, some lipgloss on those perfect, soft lips and a lowcut shirt that showcased your enticing collarbones. suguru could not, for the life of him, peel his eyes away. especially not when satoru, grinning from ear to ear, would lean into his best friend’s ear and go “you’re pretty red? see anything ya’ like?”

“shut up, satoru. i’ll literally kill you” suguru hissed between his teeth as he got up to get himself another glass of pepsi. a loud chuckle was heard behind him as his best friend followed. if there was anything gojo satoru was good at, it was teasing the hell out of people, especially considering he had never seen suguru attracted to anyone so much before. seeing his calm state being absolutely shattered by you amused satoru to the core.

“come on, suguru. she’s right there. are you really not gonna make a move?” suguru almost spit the drink out of his mouth before giving satoru a glare.

“are you kidding? do you think i came here with the intention to start anything?” suguru asks, completely baffled. he earns a shrug from the white-haired as he pushes the glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

“you could.. or, you can keep jacking off to her when you’re alone at night like a sad loser” suguru hissed, trying his best not to punch satoru in the throat.

“what would you know about it?” and satoru gives another amused chuckle, hands on his hips as he sassily responds “i’ve seen you two. you think i don’t see the way she looks at you? i’m just sayin’, it’s pretty stupid to not take a chance. plus, it’s pretty noticeable you haven’t fucked someone in a long time. it’s time you got laid, buddy” he places a caring hand on suguru’s shoulder before exiting the kitchen.

suguru lands a painful slap to his forehead. he hated how right satoru was. in truth, he had no guts to come up to you and talk about his feelings. he was a pretty reserved guy, to begin with, and even if it was a daily occurrence for suguru to sway girls and boys alike, whenever he truly liked someone he turned into a red, hot mess. he dreaded sitting down with you and confessing his feelings, even if you did reciprocate them. it made him all too anxious.

so he decided to take the usual approach when he hit situations like these, in which he couldn’t stop the thoughts about you from flooding his brain. he glanced back into the living room, watching you laid back on the couch and laughing at some scene in the movie. suguru bit his lip with a sigh as he heard your chuckle flood the place, being followed by some frantic chatting with the other two figures in the room. and god, weren’t you just perfect? suguru had to retreat soon. he knew he couldn’t go back to the movie. not when your laugh made him shiver all over and sent all the blood in his body straight to his dick.

suguru felt dirty. he felt perverted. he felt so disgusting. but there was nothing else he could’ve done. what was he supposed to do, anyway? walk back into the living room and sit down on the couch like he didn’t have the most obvious boner known to man? he tried to find excuses that would help his scenario, that would help him get over the shame he felt.

however, it was pretty hard to think at that point, when his hand was pumping his leaking, hardened cock so aggressively, eyes rolling into the back of his head. if you found out about this behaviour that had been going on for months now, suguru knew he’d let himself be suffocated by shame. even so, suguru couldn’t help but lock himself in the nearest bathroom and jack off to the thoughts of you that clouded his mind.

“haah… shit..” suguru breathed out, pressing his left hand to his lips in an attempt to muffle out the sounds coming out of him. it was impossible to resist, his hand moving even quicker along his length, hips bucking upwards, desperate for contact. each time he closed his eyes he saw you in the most obscene positions, each time they opened he imagined it was your mouth or your pussy that was taking his cock in so well.

suguru’s hair was coming undone, the hair tie falling somewhere on the floor as he desperately gripped the porcelain of the sink. no matter how quick or how precise his hand’s strokes were, he couldn’t seem to get off. it made him desperate, afraid that somebody might knock on the door and start asking questions. and he knew damn well he couldn’t go back out there with his dick ready to burst.

“f..fuck… come on, you fucking.. aahh..!” suguru groaned in frustration as his hips stuttered upwards, precum spilling all over his fingers. his back arched for a bit as he felt himself coming close to climax, neck veins popping out as he tried to suppress his desperate moans. his dark bangs had started to stick to his now sweaty face as his lids threatened to close, mouth slightly agape in pleasure.

unbeknownst to suguru, however, you had gotten pretty worried about him. so, as gojo and shoko decided to argue about a scene from the movie you found a chance to slip away and look for the dark-haired man. you followed along the corridor with unsteady steps, unsure if you were supposed to be roaming around gojo’s mansion just to look for his best friend. because, funny enough, you were in the same situation as suguru, uncertain whether he felt the same way you did when you met his eyes.

your steps halt abruptly as you hear some strange sounds coming from behind the bathroom's closed door. grunts and moans hit your eardrum as you got closer, curious as to suguru's ventures. your breath gets caught in your throat as you glue your ear to the wooden panel, now sure of what was happening. the wet squelches were so audible now, clearly indicating to how desperate suguru was, rubbing his hardened cock like his life depended on it. and, to satiate your curiosity, as if he was aware of the question circling your brain, he lets out a muffled gasp of your name as his cock twitches into his fist.

you find yourself rubbing your thighs together, face hot at what you are hearing. the urge to just open the door and fuck him then and there was huge. you wished he would just open the door and pull you in, teasing you about the wet patch that formed on your underwear. suguru's head was now thrown back as the cum oozed from his flushed tip, leaking all the way down his length and onto his fingers as his dick started to go limp. you could hear him trying to stabilise his breathing, his voice slowly giving out.

"shit... i'm so fucking disgusting" suguru sighs, chest heaving as he glances down at the mess he made. he quickly starts cleaning himself, making sure there's no trace of his little session. after washing his hands he looks at himself in the mirror, shaking his head as his cheeks bear a slight shade of pink. after rinsing his face, tying up his hair and making sure, once again, that there is no evidence of him masturbating to you he exits the bathroom, trying to make his way back to his friends without looking suspicious.

a smile rests on satoru's cheeks as he watches his best friend stumble into the kitchen. you take notice of suguru as well, biting your lip and squeezing your thighs again. you were too scared of facing him in that state, especially after listening to him jerk off. so you just ran back to the couch, trying to stop the most foul thoughts from entering your mind. shoko takes out the lollipop from between her lips, smacking them as her eyes follow "the two menaces", as she loved to call them.

"they're going to talk about you again, you know?" she says with a small smirk, your eyes widening "what?..." shoko simply rolls her eyes, placing her chin in the palm of her right hand "come on... everybody and their mom knows that that idiot, suguru, is in love with you. i don't know why you don’t talk to him.."

back in the kitchen, satoru was ready to tease suguru until he bled "had a good jerking sesh?" suguru sighed, turning around "was it that obvious?" laughter is the only thing coming out of the other man "you kiddin'? you practically bolted. 20 minutes, i'm impressed"

as suguru rolls his eyes, his phone dings, giving him a perfect excuse to ignore satoru. but as soon as he opens it, suguru's eyes widen, his pupils shaking. switching positions quickly, satoru glances over his shoulder, blowing a raspberry as soon as he reads the text "fuck me, finally!" he exclaims, face beaming with joy while suguru's remained horrified.

"next time, ask me to join you <3”

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

[oddshroom]

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

Notes: Gojo Satoru truly is a menace not just to you but to Shoko and Geto, infinity is really a curse for others but a blessing for him.

A/N: Reader hates Gojo’s guts

Themes: Fluff, Crack, Love/Hate friendship dynamic, little to no angst, frenemies to lovers

Word(s): 2,037

Character(s): 11,267

By far Gojo Satoru had been the most insufferable person you had ever met in your entire life – and that wasn't even a stretch considering his personality as well.

It only been a few months since you were introduced to the second year students of Tokyo Jujutsu High, Shoko Ieiri had helped a lot when it came to settling in the girl’s dorms. She came off as a casual and nonchalant person, much different from the two idiots where one was more sufferable then the other. The sufferable one Geto Suguru had been more respectable however the down-side had been that he would go along with Gojo’s idea and even add his own mix into it. Lastly Gojo Satoru, the most intolerable person you’ve ever met. He either was always over your shoulder or doing whatever he wanted. His abilities really did make him the most egotistical person to exist.

You never knew what he might do next – but somehow something always happened whenever he was near you. You weren’t sure whether to thank him for it, curse him out, or try and punch the shit out of him.

Currently you had been walking on the sidewalk side by side with Shoko discussing the next mission as well as the possibility of how Gojo could manage to screw you all over. “What if he tries to eat the curse”, Shoko said trying to be shocked while rubbing her chin, staring off into space as if she really was thinking about him eating a curse of all things.

You let out a soft laugh, “I doubt he’d actually try to eat the curse, if anything he might take it on a walk” You paused and put on a serious face, “hm, although I do consider these option something he might do”.

Shoko giggled a bit and patted your arm in comfort, “That’s true, there are many ways a person might do something like that though”. She gave a thoughtful look before turning towards you again. “Yeah, that person most definitely being him”, You added playfully.

Shoko rolled her eyes with a fond smile at you, “Geto might even encourage it”. “No doubt”, responding back before catching a glimpse of both Geto and Gojo kicking a vending machine.

“Oh god” you said under your breath. Both of them were too engrossed in their fight with a vending to notice you and Shoko. “Someday Yaga Sensei might put them on house arrest”, Shoko said amusingly at the scene in front of her. It was quite an odd sight – Geto had just lost his money to a vending machine and Gojo was just laughing at him, making fun of him as he tried to catch his breath while holding his head in pain. ‘That guy is really something else’, you thought, shaking your head slightly before turning back to Shoko.

You opened up your mouth to continue your conversation with Shoko but the moment you opened your mouth you heard an explosion sound. Your jaw dropped, you looked ahead and saw Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru standing a good distance away. Their faces were completely red in embarrassment, they couldn’t help but stare back at the two of you who had just watched the whole event. “What the hell”, you whispered under your breath. “They just blew up the vending machine that had the good snacks”, Shoko watched in disbelief. Her mouth was agape. “Why didn’t they just leave the stupid machine alone”, she asked herself. “I mean, I know that those idiots don’t care that much about money but…” She trailed off.

You shrugged slightly, not knowing why they blew up the vending machine.

“N/n~”, a high pitch voice sang out. “Look what I found~”, watching as the white haired walked closer to you until his face was right beside yours and you could smell his cologne.

“Ow”, you exclaimed as you jerked away. You rubbed your nose and looked up to see Shoko still staring dumbfounded. “What?”, you asked, giving her a confused look.

She blinked a couple times then looked away, “Sorry, I was just surprised”. “That vending machine took my money”, Geto said as he sulked his way over. Shoko chuckled slightly. “Then maybe you should have thought twice about blowing up a vending machine”. You shook your head slowly in disbelief, “you two are seriously unbelievable”, you commented. “But N/n Shoko don’t be mad at us”, whined Gojo while poking you. “Firstly, quit calling me N/n and two quit poking me”, you said annoyed at his antics.

“Ah come on N/n~”, Gojo pouted. “Let’s not fight. Please~”, he begged. He turned towards Shoko who seemed almost amused at this situation. “Please Shoko, please”, he repeated, putting a hand over his heart. “Tell N/n to not be mad”, he continued.

Shoko smiled, “Poke his eyes out” you conceded looking back at her. You just stared back at her blankly. “You guys are so childish”, she stated plainly. You started walking forwards when someone tapped you on your shoulder. Turning to see, all three of you looked at Geto who’s clothes were burned as he ate the snack that he wanted. “You couldn’t get me one”, Gojo said looking at his best friend exasperated. “You laughed at me”, Geto responded quickly. You watch how Gojo’s figure deflates. “And now look”, he said as he pointed at himself. “See”, he added pointing at his stomach which growled. “Now you owe me”, he finished looking directly at you.

He stuck out his tongue as if to say you were the one who owed him one. You narrowed your eyes, “Why do I owe you?!”, you yelled as you punched his shoulder, well tried since his infinity prevented you from even getting close to him. “Put that barrier of yours down”, you irked . “If you keep that up, I will kick you when you put it down you ass”. “Not funny, you jerk!”, he snapped back, glaring back at you with is cerulean blue eyes with a frown. “I am hungry!” He pointed to his belly.

“Cry about it”, you scoffed

Geto and Shoko could only find the situation hilarious in front of them, both laughing softly at the exchange. This wasn’t the first time they had seen both you and Gojo arguing and bickering in such situations. They had done it since the day they met.

As they continued to watch the pair bicker, Geto heard a notification from his phone. Shoko watched over his shoulder to see the notification. It was a message from their teacher, “No class tomorrow. There was a slight mishap during the last mission that I have to take care of”. Shoko read it aloud. “A small mishap, huh…”, she smirked. “That means we can all hangout in one dorm”. Shoko looked up noticing that you heard the entire thing as a prominent bump was formed on the top of Gojo’s snow colored hair.

“So that means...”, he trailed off, a smirk forming on his face after realising what she meant. “Yes, we can spend the night together at one dorm room”. “Sounds like a plan”, You replied back confidently. “Great! Let’s go then”, Geto said enthusiastically grinning.

The four of you started heading home once more. The sky gradually darkened as the sun began to set behind the horizon. The atmosphere around you became colder. It was starting to get chilly and the temperature had dropped considerably. After all the events of today, most of you were pretty tired out.

Yet that didn’t stop any of the four from setting up the room, preparing the snacks and setting up blankets for sleeping. Once everything was done the group decided to settle in for the evening. Shoko sat to the left you as Gojo sat to the right of you, Geto had been on Gojo’s right in terms of placement. You all look at the TV screen with anticipation of every single movie you had watched.

You yawned, “We’ve watched all the movies today”, you stated quietly.

“Oh really? How many did we watch?”, Shoko asked curiously.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Not that many, just three movies”.

“Three movies”, she repeated. “You sure?”, she asked. You nodded your head in confirmation. She glanced at the clock. “It’s 1:56 am already?”, she asked. “Is it that late”, You wondered.

She grinned, “Yeah, the sun went down a long time ago”. You sighed, glancing at the two to your right you realize they probably knocked out a while ago. Geto had been turned away from Gojo snoring away, his hair had come undone and was all over his face. Gojo had been sleeping on his back with his right leg over Geto, his hair was a disheveled mess. His round sunglasses discarded, feeling shift you notice Shoko laying down to sleep. Following her actions you also layer down, you peaked towards your right. Gojo is really nice to admire when he’s asleep and not talking.

When you first met him, he reminded you of Jack Frost how could you not. Of course that made him offended but you couldn’t have been bothered back then. He was an annoying little asshole who bothered you to no end. Except your own thought made you think otherwise, thinking he was cute- pretty even. A lot of girls your age would fawn over him on the streets, how could they not?

A smile suddenly formed on your lips as you realized just how silly you must sound. But it was true, he is kind of cute. Now that you think about it though, it doesn’t make any sense why he bothers you so much. He annoys you more than he annoys anyone else. Teases you, always wanting to get a reaction out of you. You enjoy messing with him but you actually feel quite happy when you see him or when you finally catch him red handed. Why?

He was right next to you, inches away.

Your breath hitched and you felt your cheeks warm, realizing you had been staring at him. “N/n..?”, a voice mumbled sleepily. You looked up to meet hazy blue eyes, his hair had been covering parts of his face. You gulped, “Gojo, go back to sleep”, you answered hastily as you averted your gaze.

“Eh?”, You heard him whine. Before you knew it you heard him moving beside you. You looked over hesitantly, his expression was completely blank. “Don’t move”, he said blankly before his arm came wrapping around your waist pulling you closer to him. The heat radiating from his body seeped into your cold skin. Your face felt hotter by the minute, not daring to look back at him again. Both bodies had been faced towards each other, his head in the crevice of your neck. He pulled you completely against him and wrapped you in his arms. You felt the warmth from his body radiating into your chest, sending chills through your body. You could feel the tip of his nose brushing against your neck making you shiver slightly. He nuzzled you further. Slowly, you wrapped your arm around him. As your faces brushed each other you couldn’t help but lean into him, the material of his shirt pressing against your hand . Feeling yourself getting lost in his soft, deep voice whispering in your ear; “Good night”.

The two of you slept peacefully in each other’s arms.

You woke up slowly, feeling a pair of arms encircle your torso. You opened your eyes to discover that you were still lying in Gojo’s arms, you were curled up facing him with your head resting on his chest. A shadow glanced over the both of you, looking at the ceiling which was replaced by two figures towering over you. “He’s so annoying”, Geto mimicked smugly. Shoko giving you an eye, indicating you need to talk about where you stand with Gojo.

“We’re just la-“, Suddenly they both tumbled onto the ground, looking slightly shocked before snickering at the fact Gojo had turned on his infinity with only you touching him and no one else. The other two decided to leave not before mentioning to take you out on a date later.

[arabzian]

TEENS JJK MEN WITH A CHUBBY GF <3

(sorry for my bad English ): )

tags: chubby reader, fem reader, princess treatment, teen gojo, teen nanamin, heavy smut.

TEEN GOJO (blowjob, oral f receiving)

- you two weren’t in the same high school, you met during a basket ball match where his high school team was against yours.

- you sat among the public, watching the boys of your high school playing and especially your brother who was playing as well.

- you shouted his name and encouraging him with the rest of you girls friends.

- at the end of the game, you would want to eat and chill at your favorite fast-food with your friends and brother but a cute girl with short hair came to your way.

- "Hey my name is shoko, I know we don’t know each other but my friend have a huge crush on you right now. He said he didn’t score any goal because he was too focused on you."

- All of your friends laughed while you wanted to die of embarrassment.

- But… why not ? You followed this girl shoko and say to you friend that you will came back soon.

- You never came back.

- When Gojo saw you come with Shoko, he almost try to hide behind a tree.

- "Hi", you said shyly to him. "You wanted to see me ?"

- "Y…Yeah, I don’t know if you have a boyfriend but… Even if you had I don’t care, would you want to go out with me sometimes ?"

- Gojo and you weren’t officially dating, you two just casually hang out after high school. He would pick you up in front of your school with his car then drive you to places to just spend time with you.

- Some people were absolutely shock to see you two together. Sometimes in public places you heard some girls or boys laughing at you two or saying things such as "how could he be with her ? Did he lost a bet or something ?"

- Teen Gojo had a very short temper so he will beat them up. Except the girls, in front of them he would prefer to kiss you and it made them jealous every time.

- One day after your birthday party, you cleaned your apartment with him and suddenly, he stopped to watch you.

- This scene felt somehow domestic to him, he wanted to live with you after your graduation and clean stuff with you, cook with you… Basically, do anything with you will make him happy.

- "Y/N… I want to be your boyfriend, I really like you I want people to know that we are together".

- After that you said yes, he lift you up like a princess to… your bedroom.

- He was dreaming of it since he saw you at that basket ball match, he absolutely was fond of girls like you.

- His big and veiny hand was all over your squishy thighs while his other hand was gently holding your cheek, Gojo was litteraly sucking your tongue he wanted you so much.

- "Gojo please.. I am not comfortable with my body yet…"

- "What do you mean ? You have so many stretch marks you look like a baby tiger."

- Was this supposed to be a compliment ?

- You didn’t understand until you noticed that he was having a boner and you weren’t even naked.

- "You are so fucking perfect for me, I dare you to think that just because you have curves you do not deserve to be fucked."

- "I didn’t think that-"

- He reassured you in his own manners bc he was so horny like he couldn’t even properly talk, he sounded like an animal right now but you get him 😭

- Gojo was litteraly having the time of his life; he felt so privileged to touch you.

- He was fingering you while making hickeys on your neck; your pussy dripped in juice; you were too shy to admit him but he was doing it so well.

- You were too ashamed to moan but he went feral with his fingers so you ended up crying and moaning his name.

- "Can I eat your pussy ?"

- Consent king but you were so embarrassed like how can someone would ask such a question-

- you said yes.

- He was sucking your clit and drinking your juice (mixed with pee) like his life depended.

- You came in his mouth, your cum was dripping all over his jaw and a smile was on his face when he saw your cute expression on your face.

- "I am not finished with you."

- He pull out his dick out of his pants, he was so thick and so big, his dick was a little bit curvy you wanted it so bad Gojo was so perfect.

- before he could say anything, you started sucking him.

- He moaned due to the contact of your lips with his tip, he was so surprised like ????????

- "Wait you do not have to do that-"

- You looked at him with such a lustful stare, he did no longer control himself at this point.

- He hold your adorable cheeks between his hands and started to thrust his length into your mouth.

- He would stuff it to the base from his tip; it touched your throat and he asked himself how could you take him so well ? Like all of his dick was inside your mouth, you are such a queen he loves you so much.

- Before cumming, he did not know if it was ok to do it in your mouth so he would pull out his dick from your lips.

- You already love his dick so so much like you licked the length then the tip on your own.

- You opened your mouth wide, stick out your tongue for him to cum inside.

- You were on your hands and your knees like a pretty dog asking for a bone. Tits out and precum all over your jaw.

- He went crazy, Gojo grabbed your head and stuffed himself into you throat.

- This one of the best blowjob he had on his entiere life and it was your first time with him ? He would never let you go : you are made for him.

- He came so much that his cum was dripping all over your jaw, neck and tits.

- "It’s only the beginning, you will not be able to walk tomorrow I swear, I will fuck you so much you are not ready."

- He did.

- Lucky your parents weren’t home that night because you were screaming all the night, you were crying his name, screaming for help, Gojo was having the time of his life with you.

- He loves you so much, he has never been in love before you to be honest and right now, he could feel himself burning from the inside because of you.

- Gojo will bully anyone who would make fun of your weight or apparence. He is not joking, he became Regina George for the last year of high school.

TEEN NANAMI (oral f receiving, quickies)

- he had a huge crush on you since middle school and nobody knows it. He did not talk about it to his friend Haibara because he was so ashamed.

- Nanami is the emo kid of your high school, he looks always annoyed, do middle finger to teachers when they become too annoying and always has music blasting into his ears.

- And you were nothing like that.

- You always dress so pretty, you had the prettiest outfits of all your high school. You weren’t ashamed of your body at all. You were confident, always nice and smiling, even sassy sometimes.

- One day you were in sport class and you wore a sport suits that complimented your curves and body so well that Nanami had a boner this day.

- "I have to go the toilet I am sorry", whispered Nanami to Haibara.

- Surprised, Haibara decided to go with him, maybe Nanami was feeling sick ?

- "Nanami are you okay?", "Yes Yes.. Haibara, do you have a big shirt ou sweatshirt to lend me please I…"

- And then Haibara noticed it, he would laugh so loudly that Nanami could feel the shame consume him.

- "This is not funny…", "I am sorry but you were having a boner in the middle of sport class like, did you get turn on by our old teacher?"

- "By Y/N".

- "…Huh..? WHAT?!"

- "Listen, do not tell anybody okay? She doesn’t even know that I exist."

- "Nanami are you joking ? You love her ? Go and tell her !!"

- Haibara was a big fan of romance, shojo, love in general etc, he was living the moment.

- "Haibara, do you even think that someone like me has his chance with her ? She looks like a princess from a Disney movie and I … I look like nothing."

- "Nanami you are good-looking too are you kidding ?! Go ask her before she gets in a relationship!"

- "I don’t know.."

- "Well, with this attitude it’s true that she would never be interested in you."

- On Valentine’s Day, while you were talking with your girls friends in front of your class, you felt that someone was behind you.

- "Sorry to bother you y/n but…"

- You turned around to see this tall blond guy that you sometimes saw in the cafeteria during lunch time.

- He was holding a pretty rose and he looked so nervous.

- "Are you okay ?", you looked so worried. it made him burst from the inside, how could you be so adorable ?

- "I wanted to give you this flower.. Hm… Er… Happy Valentine’s Day." He was so ashamed of his own behaviour like he was so corny he didn’t know what to say. All of your friends was watching him and laughing.

- "Thank you, it’s so cute! I don’t have any flower to give you so, is it okay if we hang out after class ?"

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- Nanami’s cheeks was so red he felt all of his face burn. He was looking away while saying "yeah.. it could be fun.." he was so happy he didn’t know how to act right now.

- At the end of the day, you two go for a walk in the city, you were having small talk and even if nanami participated in the conversation. His mind was somewhere else.

- He was so nervous around you, you intimidated him but in the good way.

- "Are you hungry ? Did you eat ?", he asks, he wanted to invited you to eat something.

- "Yes I am a little bit hungry to be honest…"

- "Can I invite you ? I know a place where the food is amazing".

- "I really want to Nanami but I can’t, it’s summer soon and I want to lose a few pounds.."

- "Huh?", he looked a little bit pissed. "losing weight ? For what?"

- "Can’t you see ?", you laughed, "I am little bit overweight".

- "What ? I think you look great… " I did not want to make a full compliment because he was afraid to sound like a creep.

- "Thank you Nanami, but my mom said she won’t buy me more clothes if I don’t lose weight so I have to continue my diet. I am so sorry".

- Her mom was such an asshole, nanami would never understand how a parent could make their child hate themselves.

- Especially you, having curves suited you so well like it was a part of your charm and identity. Nanami always liked chubby girls so hearing you that you don’t like yourself…

- He pulled up in his car the next day after school to go shopping with you.

- you accepted shyly, he was being so determined here 😭

- "Buy what you want," he said while you were looking at some dresses, you were so embarrassed you felt like a burden.

- "Nanami, you don’t have to-", "I insist, please, it’s a pleasure to buy you things".

- Offering gifts was part of his love language.

- You were in the fitting room, you were trying on a pretty sundress who was flattering your cleavage so much but you were wondering if it wasn’t too much.

- "Nanami can you come please?"

- He was behind you and you turned around to show him that dress.

- "What do you think ? I was wondering if it wasn’t too much actually.."

- You waited for an answer but he didn’t say anything.

- He was staring at your body, you felt his eyes on your chest and thighs and you began to be uncomfortable.

- "Nanami..?"

- Like the last time, a boner appeared on his crotch and you noticed it.

- "I am sorry.. shit.." he groaned.

- You were looking at him apologizing.

- "You look absolutely beautiful. I don’t think it’s too much at all, that kind of cloths suit you so well actually".

- The atmosphere was so heavy right now, Nanami kept apologising and he said he would wait for you in his car, he let you with his credit card.

- "I am going to kill myself", he said while hitting his head against his car steering wheel.

- You came back an hour later with two shopping bags, you thank him while entering in the car and giving him back his credit card.

- "It was so nice, thank you nanami."

- "It’s nothing, I am happy to pay you new clothes, your mom is so dumb I swear".

- You stare at him for a second before kissing him.

- "I am sorry.. I-"

- he kissed you back and it escalated very quickly. You wore the dress you was trying on earlier and he didn’t even bother to hide his boner anymore.

- while he was kissing you, he started to gently fingering you. You let out small moans while kissing him.

- "You look so good in that dress, let me eat your pussy please", he said breathy.

- He did. Nanami was actually obsessed with you.

- While nanami was licking and sucking your clit, he strokes his own dick. It made him so horny to have sex with you in his car.

- He was eating that fat pussy of yours, you were his dream girl and he was living the time of his life.

- He let hickeys on your inner thighs and boobs.

- Right now, you were on the back seat, on your knees, back arched like a cat while nanami was fucking you from behind.

- He hold your squishy tummy while thrusting into your pussy, hitting all the right spots.

- "I’ve been waiting for this all my life, I love you so much", he moaned.

- He was blowing your back so violently you couldn’t say a properly answer, you were a moaning mess.

- He put two of his finger in your mouth and you were sucking them, "please let me be your boyfriend, I will always be there for you", his thrusts was faster and faster.

- You nodded your head, it’s all you could do, his hands were all over you.

- You two were the best and cutest couple of your high school tho. The emo boy with his princess girlfriend.

thank you for reading !!! Idk how to use Tumblr i litteraly start to publish here yesterday, if you want me to write something tell me !!!

[houseoftulips]

Deem It the Pregnancy T-Shirt… Jujutsu Kaisen Men

feat. ~ gojo, geto, toji, and nanami (modern au)

about ~ you find one of their shirts and proudly deem it the pregnancy t-shirt with your favorite memories wearing the deemed shirt

content warning ~ just fluff really, everyone is soft versions of themselves, fluffy, pregnancy tings with a hint of angry reader but it’s the hormones. Reader is uncomfortable in all of them bc let’s be real most of the time being pregnant can make you uncomfortable. Toji’s somehow went on longer than I intended

This isn’t proofread because I’m tired. Enjoy!!

Gojo Satoru…

You found the shirt while he was at work. you were about 16 weeks (4 months) into the pregnancy when it was your turn to do the laundry. ‘Toru’s shirt was just a regular dark navy blue shirt that you knew would be big enough for you to fit in it the rest of your pregnancy. So you deemed it the shirt!

When Gojo came home after a rather long day of work, he was more than happy to come home to the sight of his shirt covering your tiny tummy at the time.

“Hi, ‘Toru,” you smiled at him as you were cutting some veggies.

“Hi sweetheart,” he smiles back in awe as he walks behind you to wrap his arms around your body being mindful of your growing tummy. “I see that you’ve raided my drawers, hm?” he smiles into the crook of your neck with a gentle kiss.

“Yep! It’s the t-shirt now,” you giggle happily.

Gojo lifts his head in curiosity as he repeats what you said in question. “What does that mean?” he laughs.

“I don’t know,” you shrug nonchalantly as if you didn’t just sound so proud of yourself 20 seconds ago. “I just found it doing laundry and I wanted to wear it,” you smile up at him.

He looks down at you with the same smile he always has towards you since you guys met with such admiration. “You look better in it anyways,” he says before drowning you in kisses.

Usually he’s one to tease the living crap out of you - nearly putting you into a moody but playful state but he’s just so fucking happy to have you as the mother of his child and his wife.

Since then you never took it off. It was the t-shirt for a reason. You wore it at home, to the store, and even to your doctors appointment. Obviously, you’d wash it a lot more than the other clothes already sitting in the hamper because you just couldn’t get enough of it. At first, Gojo couldn’t see all the way through as to why it had to be that shirt when there are others that were there waiting to be used but he didn’t pry into it because it made you happy. He was a firm believer in the saying ‘happy wife; happy life’.

It was also the shirt that you wore on your casual dates with him pairing it with skirts or leggings. It was a perfect shirt in your eyes so you rarely didn’t use it. You had almost burst into tears though when Gojo accidentally got some soy sauce on the shirt because you knew it was going to stain no matter how fast he ran to the bathroom to scrub it off.

You were pushing a good 25 weeks and at that point you did start getting uncomfortable in most of your clothes so his t-shirt was like a comfort blanket to you so you never wanted anything to happen to it without your knowledge. But with Gojo seeing you standing there in your sports bra and leggings with sniffles and a few tears falling already, he nearly bursted into tears too because he hated seeing you cry. Especially when all he wants you to be is comfortable and happy in his clothes.

“No, no, sweetheart don’t cry,” he pleaded.

“B-But…,” you stuttered trying to catch your breath.

“Baby… Hey, come here…,” he coos as he walks towards you to give you a kiss. He cups your cheeks while his thumbs dance around your skin to stop the tears.

“‘Toru, that was my favorite shirt,” you were practically sobbing even more if there was such a thing at this point but you couldn’t control it. You just loved that damn piece of fabric so much.

“I know, I know,” he pouts as he kissed your nose, “But it makes it more memorable, yeah? More special for both my girls.”

You nodded with sniffles as he leaned down to press a loving kiss on your lips. “Can you try washing it again?” you mumble.

“Of course, baby”

3 years later, you were wearing it again for your second pregnancy with your little boy.

Geto Suguru…

You were around 20 weeks pregnant with your baby boy when you found an old high school blue sweatshirt of Geto’s in some boxes you were sorting through. It was nearing the end of November so at this point it was getting more than chilly so you deemed it the sweatshirt!

Geto knew of the boxes full of his old high school memorabilia that his parents had dropped off during the day while he was working. He didn’t make much of a big deal out of it till you showed up to his art classroom at the elementary school with his old sweatshirt on.

“Now what is this, baby,” he laughed as you smiled and waddled a bit towards him, “You taking my high school stuff now?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “I’m borrowing, first of all and second, I thought this could be my pregnancy sweatshirt.”

Get hummed in response not bothering to question it because he knew what you were talking about. He happens to hear your friend rambling on about how she founds hers while you were on Facetime with her.

Then he bent down to kiss your tummy that was barely sticking out of the huge sweatshirt with a smile. “You look beautiful in it anyway. You and the baby pull it off well,” he mumbled against you stomach making you smile again.

“He missed you,” you whispered to him as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

Geto’s smiled even wider as he felt the baby slowly begin to turn. “Well I missed you to little bean,” he said before standing back up on his feet then giving you a kiss on your lips. “And I missed you to, baby,” he said happily.

And since then you never took the damn thing off. Geto had washed it daily since he started to pick up more of the chores towards the end of your pregnancy because of how early you were getting the contractions. The doctor had put you on bed rest till it was time for you to go into labor and the sweatshirt was the only thing keeping you sane throughout the pain you were going through.

The contractions were pretty long but were very far apart so you know you weren’t there yet to push the baby out but it didn’t change the fact that you felt so tired at this point. And having a cold made it worse.

Geto had walked in to see you curled up on your side with your pregnancy pillow wearing the sweatshirt you proudly picked as your comfort. “Hey,” he smiled at you as he sat at the edge of the bed next to you. You faintly smiled back but the contractions that was nearing made your face pull into a painful expression.

“I’m so tired, Sugu…,” you whispered to him due to your sore throat as you pulled the sleeves down towards your hands.

“I can only imagine, my love. Just rest, okay? I’ll make you some miso soup,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. “Are you cold? Do you want more blankets?” he asked as he massaged your thigh.

You smiled and shook your head. “No, the sweatshirt is keeping me warm,” you softly giggled.

Geto rolled his eyes because he was lowkey jealous that you preferred that damn fabric over him to keep you company but it made you happy so it made him happy as well. “Good,” he smiled.

5 years later, he sees his little boy happily wearing the very oversized sweatshirt on him with your smile.

Toji Fushiguro…

You were going through a rough time during your pregnancy so it was hard for you to be comfortable at all. That was until Toji gave you one of his black t-shirts after the waiter at the restaurant accidentally spilled water all over you.

“That little fuck,” Toji groaned as you both walked into your home, “He’s a waiter, shouldn’t he know how to carry a tray of drinks?”

You giggle as you rubbed your stomach while waddling through the kitchen to get something to drink. “It’s okay, honey. I was actually more comfortable in this shirt if that’s makes you feel better,” you smiled at him.

It did in fact made him feel better because he was so gravely concerned about you and how uncomfortable you are all the time. “Good,” he smiled as he walked towards you, “I would e hunted that waiter down for making you feel worse.” He kissed your lips as you laughed against him.

“I think I might keep this shirt, you know,” you smiled up him as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Toji rolled his eyes because that would be like the 100th piece of clothing you stole from him since before you guys even got married. “You want more of my stuff than you already have?” he groans making you laugh again.

“Yes, my love. But this one will be my pregnancy t-shirt,” you cooed to him.

“The fuck is that?” he questioned.

And boy, did he get that answer few weeks after that conversation. You never to the stupid shirt off even if he asked you if he could wear it for work. You straight up told him with a firm ‘no’ with a scowl written on your face. You wore it everywhere… It was getting a little annoying on Toji’s side because first of all, it needed to be washed and second there were stains all over it.

So, he finally took such drastic measures to at least wash it for you while you were in the bath. He knew that you’d be in there for a while because it was keeping you relaxed after having morning sickness at 30 weeks. It came out of no where after not having it at all during your first trimester so it put you in a bad mood.

Then your mood had gotten worse when you left the tub rather earlier than you usually do because your little girl was turning too much for your liking. You came out of the bathroom in your robe into the bedroom and much to your dismay, your deemed t-shirt was missing.

“Honey!” you shouted frantically as you wobbled around the room.

Toji booked it into the bedroom from the living room hearing the stress in your voice. “Baby?! What’s wrong?!” he said as he started to frantically look around the room as if it was on fire.

“Where’s the shirt??” you asked with near tears forming as you kept waddling back and forth from your room to the walk in closet. “I-I left it right here!” you said sadly.

Toji sighed with a small breath of relief realizing nothing is wrong but he couldn’t ignore the amount of emotions you were going through. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I put it in the washer because it was dirty,” he said to you.

You snapped your head towards him with shock written on your face like a very dramatic wounded lover. “Why?!” you raised your voice as tears spilt like a broken dam on your face.

“W-Wait! Why are you crying?? It’s just a shirt,” he said as he frantically walked towards you.

“It’s not just a shirt,” you said in disbelief and a scowl nearly being borderline permanent on your face. “Why would you say that, Toji! It was the only thing I was comfortable in and now it’s not gonna smell like you,” you cried out loud.

Guilt rang through his body like a doorbell hearing your sobs. He just wanted it to be clean for you because you wore it everywhere and everyday. It was borderline line getting stiff as a board before he threw it in the wash. “Y/n, sweetheart,” he said in a gentle voice, “It’s almost done washing then I’ll pop it in the dryer right away, okay?” he asked as he began to wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“You’re such an ass,” you sniffled to him.

“I know, baby. I’m the most unruly man on the planet and I don’t deserve such a beautiful wife at my side,” he smiled at you as you giggled with your tears slowing down. “I’ll throw myself in prison for treason,” he said dramatically.

You laughed again with your sniffles following after. “M’sorry…,” you mumbled as you buried your face into his chest.

“Don’t be sorry, my love. You deserve everything you want,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

Couple months later, you were still wearing the shirt as you were breastfeeding your daughter. Toji had to look away because he got jealous.

Nanami Kento…

You had asked Nanami to buy you cherry popsicles on a boiling hot day. And being 27 weeks pregnant and sweating profusely was ruining your so far easy pregnancy. Till you found one of Nanami’s blue button up shirts.

Nanami walked in to see you opening the balcony door in nothing but your underwear and his button-up shirt with your hair thrown up into a messy bun. God, you looked so beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t stop staring at you.

“Darling, I brought your popsicles,” he said walking towards you with a soft smile.

You threw your head back in in great-fullness with a wide smile. “Oh my god, thank you, my love,” you said to him as you grabbed the box full of them from his hand. But before you could walk away and open them, Nanami gently intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him. You looked at him with a soft smile and tilted your head, “What is it, love?” you asked.

Nanami shook his head softly as he brought your hand up to his lips. “I love seeing you in my shirt. I think you should dress like this more often,” he cooed.

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned up to kiss him. “It’s comfortable in the scorching hot day,” you giggled, “I’ll be keeping this for myself.”

“My white-shirts aren’t enough?” he sighed with the same smile.

“Never,” you laughed and kissed him again.

You wore the button-up for most of the summer leading into the fall as your due date was coming up fast. You worked from home most of the time so you always felt comfortable with the cool fabric against your skin. Nanami never complained about you always wearing in even thought it was starting to get to the point where’s it’s seen better days.

He knew that once you started getting closer to your due date, it might get harder on you. He did what he could to be home with you to tend and spoil your needs so he worked half days at home and half days at work. But today, he ended up having to stay in the office because of a international meeting coming up.

Since he has taken such great care of you, you took thought you’d bring him a late lunch despite your contractions that were growing a little longer. You didn’t think much of it because you were still a few weeks away so you just walked it off like it was nothing.

You knocked on his office door and he answered right away saying you could answer. “Hi, baby!” you cheered.

Nanami sighed a breath of relief seeing your beautiful self waddle through his office door. It made it day seeing you in the deemed pregnancy shirt. “Hi, darling. What are you doing here?” he asked as he got up to greet you with a kiss.

“I brought food because I know for a fact that you skipped lunch,” you playfully scolded.

“Caught me red-handed,” he chuckled as he grabbed hem of the button-up shirt you tucked into the white skirt you paired it with. “Beautiful as always,” he mumbled in admiration.

“Thank you-,” you stop mid-sentence with a gasp and what sounded like a bucket of water pouring onto the wood flooring. You and Nanami looked at each other with wide eyes then slowly moved your gazes down to see a literal pull sitting in between your legs. “K-Kento…,” you gasped again, “Was that…,”

“Your water broke,” he finished your sentence then looked up at you , “Darling… The babies are coming.” He laughed with a smile.

“Holy mother of god…,” you mumbled as a small contraction started to creep up on you.

“Okay, I have the bags in my car so we can head out to the hospital. I’ll call right now to let them know we’re on our way,” he said as he shuffled around the office gathering his things. “Darling?” he called out to you due to your quietness.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go,” you laughed nervously as you rubbed your stomach, “I can’t take a shower first though? I feel like I peed myself.”

He laughed with you and clasped his hands with yours. “I have wipes and extra clothes for you, my love. And all your toiletries as well,” he said.

You smiled at him and cupped his cheek with your free hand. “We’re gonna be parents…,” you whispered to him. He nodded in response with a smile. “Okay, let’s go because I just realized that I have to pop two babies out,” you said as you waddled away from him out of the office.

Nanami laughed as he watched you frantically waddle away with the stain of your water breaking between your legs. You’d slap him for thinking it was cute.

21 hours later, your baby girl and boy were born and just like Toji, Nanami got a little jealous seeing you feed the babies while wearing his shirt.

Tehe, I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoyed!💗

[gettinshiggywithit]

Yuuji x fem reader

Hogwarts Au

CONGRATS ON THE 300 SJJSJSK

LESGOOOOO Partaaayyyyy

𝔸 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞

Summary:What life at the greatest wizarding school in all of Britain is like,with the best boyfriend you could ever ask for!

Pairing: Yuuji x Fem!Reader [Hogwarts AU]

Genre: fluff

Event MasterList

He’s definitely a hufflepuff,just gonna put that there~

And so,lets say so are you!

He’s crazy good at defence against the dark arts without even trying…megumi’s kinda pissed

Helps you with your assignments during potions and while he gets yelled at by prof.snape,he still does it.

When it came to flying lessons in first year,buddy fell of like 5 times from different altitudes and STILL somehow survived????

When you laughed he got a little mad but was fine after you gave him a chocolate frog from your parent’s care package~

He first confessed in your second year,and when you said yes was also when you both had your first kiss! (it felt kinda forced and awkward,oh and megumi walked in,saw what was up and walked right back out.zero fucks given.)

Is he in the hufflepuff quidditch team?? YES!. He’s one of the beaters~

Blow’s you kisses when he sees you in the stands.

Gets hit in the head with a bludger right after~

Oh about sukuna? Lets say that he was an ancient spirit yall accidently summoned and he just possessed yuuji?

Dumbledor gets him out and he lives the rest of his unlife terrorizing yuuji and occasionally still possessing him~

When third year rolls around he..um… has no one to ask to sign his hogsmeade letter…so he asks ur mum! And she says sure! (he’s practically family anyway what with how often he stays over and since you’ve been dating since second year)

Oh also I headcannon that he’s a mudblood while youre a half or pureblood.

Your parents love him btw! They don’t rly care abt blood status,they just know that their daughter loves this boy and he loves her. Your dad wasn’t sure about him at first,what with how goofy and awkward he was,but then he saw just how genuine and loving yuuji really was.

Your dad hasn’t told anyone yet but if yuuji asked for your hand in marriage one day,he’d instantly say yes,and your mum is of the same mindset.

Oh btw he earns money tutoring people in Defence Against The Dark Arts and nanami gives him some…

Nanami’s kinda the group’s mum ngl… HE’S LOADED OKAYY

On your first trip to hogsmeade he gets you a butterbeer float and you share it with two straws.

Nobara and megumi are sitting in the booth behind yours with gojo and nanami,and both gojo and nobara are makin kissy faces at you while you aren’t lookin.

You see them and then promptly give yuuji a kiss on the cheek and throw them a smug look after~ (he melts and they gasp and look back at their drinks.{not before gojo gives ya’ll a thumbs up though~})

When megumi,nobara and he get into trouble you go past the detention class to blow him kisses,he blows some back,depending on which professor Is supervising them.

For your O.W.Ls the four of you study together,(and when I say ‘study’,I mean you bitch abt your O.W.Ls and how much you hv to study…megumi studies tho~)

But when push comes to shove you,yuuji and nobara end up cramming and stressing tf out!! (not megumi,he’s in bed at reasonable times because he did his due diligence when he had to~)

Once your O.W.Ls are over you all go to hogsmeade to celebreate!!!

You all pass with mostly Os Es and As; megumi gets all Os!

(don’t tell anyone but sukuna helped him with some of his history of magic questions…)

Overall,regardless of the universe,yuuji is a great boyfriend and he’ll take care of you no matter what!

Tag list(open):- @diagonal-queen

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[vampyrsm]

Okey dokey discussion time!

Is there any version of a Gojo comeback that is more acceptable to you than another? Like say it’s a cursed corpse or if he’s considerably less human than he had been. OR if someone made a binding vow for their life in exchange for his.

It’s more likely that he sacrificed 3 of his 6 eyes and had the help of Shoko, Utahime and Gakuganji… and I don’t like that

I never really wanted him to come back, but if he does, I feel like it’s gotta be fucked up. Whether it be the method or the result, it’s gotta be fucked up. Anything else is just cheap pandering to fans and editors and destroys the last shred of dignity this story has

anyway jjk for the biggest fumble of the decade award when?

Honestly, no. I don't think there is an acceptable version, each one sounds like an attempt to save face. I don't know how he'd come back as a cursed corpse given Yaga and uh the Mechamura creator (forgot his name) was killed & no new ones have been shown in the manga.

Considerably less human; he's already done that when he died to Toji. It'd be a little boring IMO to repeat that LOL. Same with if he came back as a curse somehow, he'd just be Sugawara 2.0 but also I don't think anyone cursed him enough to make that happen. Everyone was pretty quick to move on from his death instead of wanting to curse it

Binding vow is possible but I still don't like it. He wouldn't win with three eyes either, he can't use Hollow Purple or even his domain without Six Eyes - also Gakuganji is NOT helping him come back to life, regardless of the fact Sukuna is rampaging through the entire sorcerer roster LMAO

I think the reason Gege is going to use is either it's a result of Yuuji's domain and Gojo's "spirit" is attached to that somehow idk or that Shoko managed to get to him quick enough because Ui Ui did swoop in very quickly

I do not want him to come back, and I don't want people to think I'm saying that to make them miserable that I want their fave to stay dead LMAO. I just don't want this manga that I love very much to fall to shitty writing, and it will because it's a consistent theme with Gege.

Just give Gojo the Jiraiya treatment Gege and move the fuck on. We all learned to deal with that eventually, I'm sure everyone can do the same with the pretty boy of the new generation of manga

[iamyoursonly]

Just a request (28/9/2023)

just me coping bc of ch236

When I fell in love with you, I don’t remember you leaving so soon, you were the sweetest thing ever, and how could I not fall in love with you more. Turning back to look at the past, seeing that now I’m just lonely and the silence was too quiet…

I remember having a crush on you since forever, you were that very handsome neighbour that had so many fans. When you told me your name, I was extremely happy and slept that night thinking about you. I still remember that name and it’s been so long already.

Gojo Satoru, that was your name. You had the prettiest face and no bad hair day at all, you always had this cocky grin on your face and sometimes I really hate it. I always sighed when I walked past you on the street, you always tease me about my morning hair when I bump into you while walking to school.

“Satoru, stop!” I would say, and that black hair guy with bangs would always take my side. “Yeah, stop.” He says. And you just pout and walk away, then telling us to walk faster to keep up with you. Suguru and I always laugh together when you do that.

When you finally asked me out, I was overjoyed but was aware of our line of work that I might lose you one day unknowingly. Turns out I lost you too soon for my liking.

Twenty eight years old. You passed away at twenty eight. I visit your grave everyday, mourning and bawling my eyes out. I remember you calling me before you passed out and I was running as fast as possible so that I could reach you. When I did, you had already stopped breathing. The last thing you told me on the call was ‘I love you, please take care of yourself.’

Suguru left before you just a year ago, you came home crying about you killed you best friend and you were so sad, we grabbed ice cream and cuddled until we finally slept. That night, I thought that your bright blue eyes has lost all its light, but there was just this small fire inside that was influencing you to live, and I believed that it was me. Oh darling, all of the city lights couldn’t shine as bright as your smile. It lights up the world when you do. Now that you’re gone and I can’t do anything about it, I just pray to the Gods to bring you back to life for as many times as I can, and then cry myself to sleep, knowing that it would be impossible.

On your twentieth birthday, we went out to karaoke and sung our hearts out, Suguru would somehow find us and join in, and we were just having fun together. I remember you finding out that Suguru had a crush on me and the two of you had a fight. You can home with bruises and cried in my embrace. I loved you, I really did. Maybe because the world didn’t think I deserve you so they took you away. Or maybe I was just not trying hard enough to keep you by my side.

The comforting words you tell me always ring in my ear, and I just think that the Gods are punishing me when they do. They took you away and they keep reminding me of you, in fact, everything does.

We did everything together and loved together. I still remember Shoko finding a ring in your drawer in that red velvet box, when she handed that to me, I really regret not getting to you sooner, I should’ve risked my life to save you. Wearing that ring on my ring finger reminds me of you, the blue diamond on the ring has the same shade as your eyes, I really want to ask you if that was on purpose or just random. But you aren’t around.

I know you told me to live even if you weren’t around, you were around for the majority of my life, I want to stay with you, where’d you go? “I’ll always be here for you.” You tell me everyday, and I believed that.

Look at us now, you’re up there and I’m right here, come back to me, my love and I will protect you this time. A request, I would like the Gods to give you back to this world, even if this request is selfish, I hope that you would bear with me… Recalling your funeral, it was no fun, your body was in that wooden big box and you looked like you were sleeping soundly. As much as I wanted to hug you and cry, hoping that it was all fake and was just a dream. You were just in there. In there without me. I used to want to hang myself so that I could be with you, knowing that you won’t like the idea of that. But I was selfish, very selfish.

I pray to the Gods every day, every night with a request in mind, to bring you back to me. To this world, because you’re needed, by me and everyone. Please, I beg.

“Is that you, Satoru?” I choked out. And you were there, “I’m home darling.”

My request was fulfilled. Thank you Gods, I owe my life to you. And that diamond on my ring shone brighter than ever.

master list

[sat0sugu-angst]

Could you do a nanami fic where he’s like p dom, but still kind of soft for you? Like he doesn’t deal with emotions and romance, but he can’t help himself when it comes to you 👉🏻👈🏻 ty!!! ❤️❤️

What It Wants

pairing: nanami x bread girl y/n

summary: what would have happened if the woman who worked at the bakery had kept in contact with Nanami? She's turned from a stranger into someone who he can't seem to get his mind off of, no matter how hard he tries to forget about her. PART 1!

wc: 4k

cw: fluff, manga spoilers in later chapters, angst, romance

a/n: hello everyone! hope you enjoy this fic! I tried really hard to get nanami's characterization somewhat true to the manga/anime, so thanks to my beta readers! Pls let me know how you all like it <3 there will be at least one other part that will include ~smexy nanamin time~ so pls look out for that! (if you'd like me to create a taglist for this fic lmk!)

MDNI

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“Wow, it feels amazing,” you mused, trying out your shoulder with a newfound vigor. “Say, you a wizard or something?”

His tired expression doesn't change. “Of course not.”

As he turns to leave, you found yourself tentatively reaching out to him. “Wait!” the plea was out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. He paused, but didn't turn. “Please let me thank you somehow.”

He only turned his head, his glasses hid his eyes. “It's not necessary.”

You found yourself coming from behind the counter, though you weren't sure why you cared so much. He fixed your shoulder. Big deal. But you didn’t want him to leave. “I won't take no for an answer.” Where had the bravado come from? Wherever it came from, you knew you couldn't let him leave without the promise of seeing him again.

He was still, but you couldn't say he seemed stiff to you, in fact he seemed quite relaxed, broad shoulders drooping in obvious fatigue. “I'm running late for work,” His eyes shot behind you, and a few seconds later you heard the bell as a customer entered. His sharp gaze was on you again. “And it seems you’re busy.”

But even with the customer watching you with curious eyes, you followed after him, this time grabbing onto the sleeve at his elbow. “Just dinner, to say thanks.” You nearly whispered. It’s not like you really cared to have the other customer see you get rejected. You were sure he would say no again, the man had never seemed the type of guy who went out on an impulse. But you had to try anyway. “I’m an excellent cook, and you don’t look like you get too many home cooked meals.” He looked down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. There was that apathetic stoicism, but a glimmer in his eyes gave you hope that you were wearing down his resolve.

You thought quickly. “Tomorrow night, seven o’ clock here at the bakery. Say yes, and I’ll back off. I won’t bother you again.” You couldn’t help holding your breath waiting for his answer.

He stared down at you, weighing his options. You wanted to shrink back against in his gaze, a sharpness in his eyes that seemed to see right through you, but you forced yourself to stand tall. You weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

After a moment passed, he sighed. “Fine. Tomorrow, seven o’ clock.” He gave a quick nod in farewell, sandwich in hand, and didn’t turn back as he left the store.

That day, Nanami called Gojo. He didn’t want to believe you were the reason behind it. After all, he was better suited to jujutsu sorcery than he was to business. It was a purely logical choice. But there was something in the weightlessness in your expression after he’d exorcized the curse that kept floating into his mind throughout the day. The way you’d rushed to thank him in a completely idiotic and unnecessary way that he couldn’t get his mind off of.

He didn’t like being distracted. In fact, he had contemplated bailing on the dinner, disappearing from your life forever. But he was a reasonable man, and you were the best choice for sandwiches. He reasoned surely one obligatory dinner couldn’t do any harm. He was sure it had nothing to do with the way he felt when relief had washed over your face when he’d agreed to the dinner, or the way you’d smiled up at him when he’d left.

And that’s what landed him there at the door of the bakery, bottle of wine in hand. Even though you had promised to provide the meal, Nanami didn’t feel right coming empty handed. Besides, he drank wine infrequently, and it was a bottle he’d received from Gojo as a gift for returning to jujutsu sorcery.

Answering the door, your eyes immediately took notice of his bared forearms, exposed by the rolled up sleeves of his white button up. There was something decidedly informal about his attire, it seemed to be the shirt and pants he would have worn to work that day, minus the suit jacket and tie. His glasses were also gone, making his gaze all the heavier.

You had fretted about what to wear all day. You didn’t want to overdress and have him think you had ulterior motives, but you’d rather be dead than appear too casual in front of him. You were glad you chose a frock that suited your complexion and took the time to perfect your French bun and do your makeup.

You smiled up at him, trying to hide your nerves. “Good evening, …” You stopped, realizing too late that you had never exchanged names with him, and so had no idea what to call him.

He seemed to sense your dilemma. “Nanami. Kento Nanami.” He offered, holding out the bottle of wine to you.

You didn’t miss the way his voice rumbled in his chest, wondering how you hadn’t noticed the depth of it before now. “Of course,” you said, trying to fight the blush that threatened to crawl along your cheeks. “Please, come in. Thanks for the wine.”

He stepped into the bakery, the low lighting at the front of the store casting a warm hue over his features. You distracted yourself in the label on the bottle, eyes widening when you realized it was a brand you had never been able to afford. “This was really too generous, Nanami.” You said, looking up to find he was looking back at you.

“It was no trouble. A gift from a colleague.” You sighed a little in relief.

“Well, you have very generous friends.” You mused, leading him to the back of the store, into the kitchen.

“Not a friend, just someone I work with. And he’s less generous than he is an idiot.”

You made no effort to hide your smile at the jab, surprised to hear him speak ill of anyone. Though, you reminded yourself you didn’t know the man all that well, even if he had been coming into the store regularly for the past few months. “Well, either way, it’s a win for us. This is a very good selection.”

The kitchen was clean, save for the rice and salmon cooking on the stove. “Dinner should be just about finished.” You grabbed a couple of wine glasses, not wasting time pouring each of you a glass. “Make yourself comfortable. Sorry, all we have are stools.” You had thought about taking dinner upstairs to your apartment, but didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about why you’d invited him over. Not that there was anything unattractive about him, but you didn’t need anyone distracting you from the business.

Though, looking at him now as he sat at the table, watching you with a calm expression, you would be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about it a little. Had his shoulders always been so broad? You found you wanted to stare at the warm-toned skin on his forearms, wanted to run your hands over them.

But you busied yourself at the stove, shutting off the heat and quickly plating the pan seared fish over rice, squeezing a lemon over the plates. You turned toward him, plates in hand, setting one in front of him and the other across from him. Suddenly, you felt self-conscious about the dish; it was a refreshing dinner, to be sure, upscale but homely, but you worried he might think it too simplistic. “I hope you like it.” You hoped your tone didn’t convey your insecurity, reaching for the glass of wine and taking a sip.

“It smells delicious.” He offered, and though his tone didn’t convey a lot of emotion, he dug in right away. You watched him take the first bite, holding your breath, hoping you hadn’t overcooked the damn fish.

“You were right, you are an excellent cook.” Was all he said, serving himself up another bite. You couldn’t help the smile on your face at the praise, only then allowing yourself to eat.

You had worried before if making conversation with the stoic man at dinner would be awkward given how little he seemed to care to offering pleasantries when he came into the store before, but you found it surprisingly easy to talk to him, and you finished the bottle of wine quickly, moving onto your second. While you spoke, your eyes followed the movements of his hands. There was something delicate about the way he ate, an understated intimacy in the way you were able to observe him like this, rather than just as the humorless customer you’d come to understand him as.

You discussed your jobs, how you had inherited the bakery from your mother, who retired a year before and was away traveling with her new husband, how he would be making a career change soon. It was interesting, hearing his reasoning for it.

“It just became apparent to me that I am better suited to my old job than I am in my current position.”

You couldn’t help your curiosity. That was it? “Do you like it more?”

He seemed to pause, taking a long sip of wine to buy him time in responding. “I don’t know if it’s truly a matter of liking it. Being good at what I do is fulfilling enough for me.”

You couldn’t fathom it. “But you’re not passionate about it?” His eyes settled on yours, his brow raised slightly in question. You couldn’t help the blush now, blaming it on the wine.

His mouth quirked up in a barely there smile. “Passion is a dangerous and fickle thing. It’s an unreliable way to make decisions. Once it fizzles out, you’re left with nothing. I don’t believe in making decisions based on something ambiguous and fleeting as that.”

You couldn’t believe it, and the wine was making you brave. “Forget about jobs, you’re telling me there isn’t anything you feel like you were born to do? Something you couldn’t live without?” His gaze lingered over you, as if he were searching for an answer in your expression. You flushed, embarrassed at your outburst. “Forgive me; I suppose it’s rude to ask such an invasive question.”

You looked away, but his gaze stayed focused on you. He was enamored by the outrage you’d shown at his indifference. How your whole body seemed to inflate with a dangerous curiosity. Even now, after you’d apologized and were avoiding his eyes, you tore into your food with the force of your emotions.

“An apology isn’t necessary.” He said after a moment, finishing off his dinner and observing you quietly. “My lack of…passion, as you’d like to put it, is why I’m better suited to,” he paused, but you were still too bothered by your embarrassment to notice. “My new job. It allows me to take in the situation and make quick judgements that aren’t clouded by emotion.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, though you were getting increasingly curious about what it was he actually did for a living. Was he some kind of lawyer? In the police force? You were about to ask when you remembered the desert in your fridge.

“Oh, I hope you still have room for desert.” You stood from your seat, turning to remove the tray from the oven before reaching across and grabbing both of your empty plates, setting them in the sink for later and pulling the cheesecake from the fridge. “Unless, you can't enjoy the, uh, what’d you call it? Fleeting flavor of my delicious cheesecake, because you’re too serious for desert.” You smiled to show you were joking. Well, half joking.

He looked surprised by the tease, but the corner of his mouth quirked up for a second, and you were pleased to have humored him, even as he quickly smoothed over his expression, leveling a heavy look on you. “Eating cheesecake is plenty serious.” He said it so flatly that if it weren’t for the smirk teasing his mouth you might have thought he was being genuine. You couldn’t help but laugh, surprised by his humor.

You plated a slice on each plate, serving one to him before busying yourself with eating yours. “I do hope you like it. I just recently got down the recipe.”

You felt like a weirdo, but couldn’t help but watch him take a bite. He looked across the table to you, and your eyes met. You quickly looked down, taking another bite to distract yourself from your heating cheeks. After a moment, he spoke. “It’s delicious.”

You felt that same relief wash over you as when he’d complimented dinner, excited that he did seem to enjoy your cooking. He continued as he had before, asking you about your family, listening intently. You tried to ask him questions, though it was difficult to get a real answer from him. It wasn’t so much that he avoided answering them, he was just to the point and didn’t offer up any information other than exactly what you’d asked, doing little to hide the fact that he didn’t care to share too many details about himself. You couldn’t tell if that was simply how he was, or if you had invited a serial killer into your kitchen.

You were finished with desert in what felt like no time at all. Nanami offered to help you with the dishes, and while you’d told him it wasn’t necessary, he insisted. “I’d feel like an ass if I left you to clean up after me.”

So you washed, and he dried. It was a weirdly domestic chore to do together, and you felt absolutely dwarfed by his size as you stood next to him, having to crane your neck up to look up into his face.

It was all too easy for him to watch you, though, being given the less strenuous job of drying. He was intrigued by the way you scrubbed at the dishes, as though you were fighting caked on food rather than the nearly clean plate in your hand. He noticed burn scars along your forearms and your fingers, judging you as a clumsy cook, even if your food never seemed to disappoint him.

Even when you’d finished the dishes, you found yourself looking for things to do. You were shocked to find you’d enjoyed yourself in his company. But of course, there was nothing left to do but say goodbye. “Thank you again for the meal.” He said as you followed him to the storefront.

“It was my pleasure, thanks again for the uh…,” you trailed off, looking at your shoulder. “Witchcraft.”

“I thought I was a wizard?” He looked back with that same ghost of a smirk teasing the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help the smile you shot back at him. “Forgive me; thanks for the wizardry. Or, is it sorcery?”

He cleared his throat, looking back at you momentarily before he reached for the door. “I suppose it doesn’t matter what you call it.”

“Well, either way, thanks.” You felt yourself panicking as he passed through the threshold, his back still to you. “And please come back next time you’re craving a sandwich.”

He looked back at you, his eyes searching your face. You suddenly felt flushed under the scrutiny of his gaze. But the look was gone in a second. “I’ll be back.” Was all he said, turning and heading down the street. You locked the door behind him, turning to face the storefront.

A couple weeks passed with no sightings of the brooding businessman, and you were beginning to worry he’d never come back. You weren’t sure why you were so bothered by it, either. But his inquisitive eyes popped in your head anytime your mind wandered, and you remembered the way he smiled, each time like he was fighting to keep a cool demeanor.

You even thought about him in the dark in your room, how he might hold onto you in bed if you were lovers, the things he’d whisper to you in the moments before sleep. You had a feeling not many people saw him that way, which only fed into your curiosity. That’s what you’d chalked up your infatuation to, anyway. Curiosity. You only cared so much because he shared so little.

Little did you know, in this time since your dinner together, you plagued his mind just as much as he had yours. During his down time, he’d find himself wondering what you were doing in that moment, if you had thought about him that day, what new recipes you were working on. But more than that, he found himself wondering what you’d think about his job, about jujutsu sorcery. He convinced himself that you wouldn’t care that much about his actual occupation, he even liked to imagine you’d find his job interesting, exciting. He wasn’t sure why he cared about what you’d think, especially when he himself didn’t care if his life was devoid of passion. But somehow, he cared about your approval.

When Nanami walked through the doors that day, you found that you were relieved. You gave him a wide smile.  “Welcome in,”

He acknowledged your greeting with a slight nod, walking up to the register in silence. He quickly scanned the pastries in the case, a switch up from his normal routine of ordering the same sandwich.

“Something I can help you find?” You ask lightly.

He straightened up. “I was looking for that cheesecake.”

You felt a rush of warmth at the mention of the dinner that felt so long ago. “Oh, I don’t actually sell it. I made the recipe for my nephew’s graduation.”

He looked at you finally, those same cutting eyes. Instead of being intimidated by his intensity, you found yourself leaning into it, holding his gaze unabashedly. “It’s a shame. I’ve been thinking about that cheesecake for two weeks.”

“I can make some for you!” You blurted out, doing nothing to hide your excitement. Your cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

His gaze was steady, expression flat. “Don't put yourself through the trouble.”

You shook your head. “I really wouldn't mind, though. A gift for one of my regulars.”

At that, he looked away. He cleared his throat. “I’ll just take the sandwich today.”

You nodded, working to conceal your disappointment at the rejection. You fixed up the sandwich, and that same weight that left with his arrival, returned at his leaving. But he stopped, his shoulders dropping as he let out a sigh, though he didn’t speak for a moment. You watched him carefully, unsure what you were hoping for.

“Perhaps…cheesecake does sound good.”

Something swelled in your chest, and you smiled even if he couldn’t see your expression. “Yes, I make a mean cheesecake.”

You couldn’t see his whole expression, but he had his head turned a little and you could see the corner of his mouth quirk up. “So I recall.”

“You can come pick one up tomorrow night,”

He paused a moment. “Though, I suppose it’s no good to have a whole cheesecake to myself.” He turned now, looking at you with the full intensity in his eyes. There was a hard resolve in his expression, and you sensed he was fighting himself on something.

You gulped at the implication of his words. “Well, if you stop by tomorrow around 7, we can share one.”

He sighed, almost looking relieved, and nodded. “I’ll see you then.” And he left.

Your heart fluttered, unable to contain the excitement in your chest. You couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

Nanami wasn’t sure what he was doing, entertaining you this way. Why he had felt so guilty for your disappointment. Why he felt ten feet tall when you smiled at him so openly. He planned on today being the last time he would go to your bakery, to leave you be until you were just a memory. But he couldn’t stand seeing that look in your eyes, hated that he was the one who caused it.

It wasn’t like him to get attached, especially now that he would be returning to the world of jujutsu sorcery and all the dangers that came with it. But he felt almost possessed, like the will of his heart had grown to be its own person, taking over whenever he was with you. He promised himself that the next night would be the last time you saw each other.

But of course, it was a lie. As you spoke over cheesecake, you invited him to dinner the next evening, and before he could use his better judgement, he agreed.

The same song and dance continued, and you were seeing each other at least twice a week outside working hours. He’d come by the bakery, sometimes to eat and sometimes just so he could watch you prepare for business the next day. He loved watching you bake, there was something so methodical but chaotic about it. You seemed to know exactly what you were doing, but he could hardly predict your movements from one step to the next, moving in a whirlwind.

One evening, though, when he was walking out the door, he turned back to face you. You leaned against the threshold, enjoying the way the streetlamp cast a golden halo around his light hair. “Let me take you somewhere tomorrow.”

Excitement bubbled in your chest. You looked at him shyly. “What’s the occasion?”

He stared at you a moment, and before you could fully process what was happening, he lifted his hand. His fingers grazed your cheekbone, untucking the hair from you ear and running the strands through his fingers. “I’d like to take you to dinner, at least once.” He dropped his hand, looking away for a moment. When he looked back at you, there was a kind of humor in his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It doesn’t seem fair I’m the only one who gets treated.”

You hadn’t expected his touch, but now that you’d felt it, you craved more of it, still feeling the sensation of his fingertips on your cheek. “Well, dinner sounds great, but it’s not the only way you can treat me.” You said. His brow quirked up, and you saw something dark flash in his expression. Only then did you realize the implications of your words. “I didn’t mean it like that!” You said quickly, feeling your face flame. “I just meant, food doesn’t have to be our only thing. Next time, we’ll do something different.”

There was still humor dancing in his features, and you were very aware of the way he seemed to lean over you. You couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy him in your space. “Different?” You nodded. “What kind of different?”

You shrugged, wracking your brain. Unfortunately, now your mind was truly in the gutter. You hoped your face didn’t get more red. Then you grinned. “You look like the kind of guy who’d love a carnival date.”

You had said it in a joke, but the word date felt heavy in your mouth. Sure, you’d been seeing each other regularly these last few weeks, but the word had never been mentioned. You silently breathed a sigh of relief as he didn’t seem bothered by it, chuckling at your joke. “I’m actually quite good at carnival games.”

You laughed a little, imagining him playing ski ball or ring toss with that serious expression. “Don’t tempt me, I might just expect you to win me a giant teddy bear.”

You couldn’t get enough of the warmth in his expression, sorry to see him leaving. Before he turned around to walk down the street, he shot you another look. “See you tomorrow.”

There was something in his eyes that scared you. Even if he was promising to see you again, the farewell felt strangely final. That same fear you’d felt at the beginning of your budding relationship rose in your chest, and you shot your hand out, grabbing him by the arm.

He stopped, turning back to look at you. You weren’t thinking, tugging on his arm while you pushed yourself up on your toes. Your lips brushed his cheek, and you were surprised by the smoothness of his skin. When you pulled away, you felt dizzy with your boldness, and he looked not too far off from you.

“See you tomorrow,” You whispered.

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Another drabble prompt, Megumi and Gojo chat after Itadori's death.

Drabbles 4, prompt 3! Great one anon this one got a little long hvhv Even tho in the end they don't talk much at all I hope you enjoy all the same!

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Megumi doesn’t answer the knock on his door. He knows exactly who it is and he isn’t in the mood to get poked and prodded, to have this whole thing flipped around with some half assed joke.

He hadn’t known Yuji for that long, just a couple of meaningless weeks. He’d never been the one to give his heart away easily. That was one thing he always stood by. Being a sorcerer didn’t equate to being a hero, he never fooled himself into thinking he could save every innocent life he came across. He tried to be stingy with his care, stingy with the amount of people he would spill his blood for. But somehow Yuji had barreled past that in an instant, as foolish and naïve as he was.

Maybe it would have been more merciful, to allow him to be executed in the end. Megumi knew Gojo could do it painlessly. Yuji was conscious for those last moments, with his chest torn open and his heart torn out. Despite the smile on his face, Megumi knew it must have hurt.

The knocking comes again and Megumi bites his lip not to curse Gojo out.

“Go away.”

“Don’t be like that, I just want to check in on you.”

Gojo’s voice is light and airy, like it always is. Megumi hates it. He can never tell when Gojo is joking and when he’s taking things seriously, if he’s even touched by all the death sown underneath their feet. Tsumiki used to say he spoke like that because he didn’t want to worry them, but it was a stupid explanation even back then and it especially was now. Megumi was no longer a child, he didn’t need to be protected.

And Tsumiki was no longer there at all.

“You’re late.”

Again.

Strongest sorcerer in the world and never even there when he’s actually needed.

The silence from the other side of the door is blessed and Megumi hopes that in a moment he would hear Gojo’s footsteps walk down the hall and disappear entirely. He just wants to be left alone. He had taken a shower but he still feels stained with Yuji’s blood, every muscle still twitching in remembrance of the weight of his corpse. When he had made it to the infirmary, Nobara had just been released. Her eyes had been twin abyss’s in the few seconds it took her to regain her bearings, to try and brush the whole thing off.

Death hadn’t felt this close since he found his sister collapsed in their living room.

“I’m sorry. I wish I was there too.”

“Whatever.”

There’s a faint pop and Megumi lashes out on instinct, hurling his pillow at Gojo the second he materializes in his bedroom. He expects it to bounce off of infinity but it hits Gojo in the chest and tumbles to the floor. If Megumi was still a child, he would have tried his fists next. But he’s not, so he just turns his back to Gojo.

“Which part of ‘go away’ is so hard to understand?”

“I would be a pretty shitty guardian if I just let you mope here alone.”

“You already are a shitty guardian.”

“Ouch, my feelings, I’m wounded!”

Megumi grits his teeth and wishes there are more things on his bed he could throw. But as there are not, Gojo advances undisturbed, sitting on the floor with his back against Megumi’s bed. The whole thing is idiotic. Megumi isn’t a child; he doesn’t need to be comforted by someone who isn’t even really family. There isn’t even anything Gojo can say. Yuji is dead and Megumi should know better than to be surprised. Sorcery has been a part of his life ever since he was a child and he always knew just how bloody of a profession it was.

But it’s one thing to feel the tremors of loss from afar, another entirely to stand at the epicenter. Older sorcerers and then upperclassmen, people gone to never come back again. Megumi saw the raw grief on people’s faces before but it never hooked into his heart as raw as now, never felt so real and tangible. Even as Tsumiki wasted away in a hospital room there was still hope, still a chance that through stubborn determination he would find the curse that took his sister and tear it to shreds.

This isn’t the same.

This is a life cut right by his side, blade grazing his shoulder and leaving the putrid taste of death in his mouth, all blood and rot. A bright smile extinguished like a candle's flame, in barely enough time to take a breath. No warning given whatsoever. No dark clouds or ominous feelings crowding his chest in the morning just before. Just life and then death, with no crossing phase, with no time to prepare.

Megumi knew what sorcerer life was in theory, but now the death’s blade is a visible thing right before him.

And there’s nothing anyone can say that will cover the truth with the veil again.

“I’m sorry,” Gojo says again and it means nothing. “This is the last thing I wanted. Yuji deserved to live his youth.”

There’s bitterness to his words that Megumi doesn’t care for. Every sentence feels like a lash, tearing open the air around them and pulling things into reality without his permission. As if Yuji would still breathe air if no one acknowledged it. Megumi doesn’t want words because he knows, he knows, he knows everything that Gojo can say. That it’s unfair, that Yuji was too young, that the whole thing was a tragedy. He knows the script because he heard it spoken to so many before and Megumi wonders why people even bother with words when they are useless and senseless and can’t do anything at all to change what has happened. He doesn’t know if people think words to be life preservers thrown overboard, but right now Megumi just wants to drown in the suffocating depths of his own pain.

“Seriously, leave me alone.”

Gojo sighs. No the theatrical, dramatic sigh he tends to pull but a bone weary one that almost makes Megumi feel bad. Almost. He wants to be alone more than he cares about how others react to his prickly emotions.

It’s a relief when Gojo stands up, the force of six eyes stinging at the back of Megumi’s neck, familiar and annoying as it’s reassuring.

“Right then. I’ll go visit Shoko now.”

To look at the body. Yuji is Sukuna’s vessel before he is Yuji. Megumi doesn’t want to know what they will do to his corpse.

“It’ll dull out eventually,” Gojo says and Megumi hates him, “It never really goes away, but it does dull. That’s all I can promise for sure.”

With another pop of air, he’s gone, taking the last remains of life out of the room. Megumi grabs his pillow from the floor, cocoons himself in the blankets, letting the darkness take over his senses.

Tomorrow he’s expected back on the field like nothing happened.

Tonight all he can do is think about a bright boy who couldn’t last long in the senseless cruelty of a world Megumi forced him in.

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pairing: gojo satoru/reader

wc: 5.2k

summary: your close friend gojo is kind enough to let you stay with him for a while, it's just a shame that he's overly curious about what you read when he's not home

a/n; gojo is nosy and i stand by that, also, i can't seem to help myself when it comes to him... this was only meant to be 2k but i think i like him a little too much. that or he just yaps a lot

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, dirty talk, fingering, tease!gojo, hickeys, p in v sex, clit slapping (once), creampie, afab!reader, no use of pronouns or y/n, big dick gojo, gojo likes embarrassing reader

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

Somehow, you’ve ended up in Gojo’s fancy apartment… the ‘somehow’ is, he is one of your closest friends and the only person you could ask for help. It had already been a long day when you came home to a hole in your ceiling and a bath – that isn’t yours but the floors above – in your apartment, you wanted to give up on life. Your apartment was wet and some of your stuff had water damage.

Maybe if you weren’t so distraught and just wanting somewhere to stay, you would’ve asked someone else but you decided to call Gojo and while he was more than happy to accommodate you, temporary living with him has been… troublesome.

It’s not so much as what he’s been doing but how you’re feeling, you feel self-conscious and too aware of yourself. Constantly wondering if it’s okay that you’re here, that you’re sitting on his couch or using his kitchen. He goes away for days at a time and yet you still worry about whether or not it’s okay you’re here.

You don’t bug him too much with it, you know that can get annoying, asking for constant reassurance but you’re worried that you’re overstaying your welcome. Especially when your building manager keeps calling and telling you fixes will take longer than expected. At this rate, you might just have to live elsewhere.

Another call like that had just come in and when you walk back into the living room and plonk down on the couch next to Gojo, he can immediately tell you’re feeling disheartened, “Not ready yet?”

“I don’t even know if they’ve started yet,” you sigh, kicking your feet a little in your frustration, “I’m really sorry, Gojo,” you lean back into the couch more, head resting on the back of it.

“I’m not worried about it,” he hums, crossed leg bouncing slightly, “Stay as long as you like, it’s nice having someone here when I come home,” he leans his head back on the couch too but turns to look at you.

Turning your head, you meet his gaze, “Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” your brows pull together, “I can always find another place to stay, honestly, I won’t be offended if you’re sick of me… I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

He scoffs, “What inconvenience? You barely make a mess and move around the place like it’s made of glass,” he’s making fun of you a little, trying to get you to relax more, “You should chill out and get a bit more comfortable, it seems like you might be here for a while yet,” he shrugs easily, not at all worried about you staying.

You intake a breath, “Yeah but I–”

“–Plus, where else would you stay? I’m like… your only friend,” he snickers.

Frowning at him, you defend, “That’s not true and you know it!”

“Yeah? Then why was I your first call?” He’s smug.

Looking away, you mumble, “You have no way of knowing that.”

“Ah, but I think your reaction gave it away,” he chuckles, poking your cheek with his finger.

“I wonder if it’s too late to ask Shoko for her couch,” you grumble, ignoring him.

“Nooo~” he pouts, “Don’t leave, you’re such a good guest, I’m sorry for saying you have no friends.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Do you ever get tired of yourself,” you ask, side-eyeing him.

He smiles big, “Never.”

If Gojo were being honest with you, he’d admit he likes your company, he likes coming home and hearing you patter around his apartment, and he likes that you trusted him enough to call him when you needed help. He likes that he was the first person you called because he wants you to rely on him, he wants to feel wanted and needed by you. It’s just a shame a bathtub had to fall through your ceiling for it to happen.

He's not even mad that your building manager is downright atrocious at his job because that just means he gets to have more time with you.

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You’re in his home… alone, just for tonight. Gojo said he had ‘super important and super-secret’ things to attend to, so you’re choosing to be scandalous and instead of reading your current novel in your room, you’re reading it on the couch.

Under a blanket and snuggled into Gojo’s nice couch is about as close to comfortable as you get these days. His living room is nice and you like it out here, though you tend to shy away from main areas when he’s home, afraid of disturbing his peace.

The book is in depth, the scenes heating up quickly, you quietly read, flicking the pages slowly, savouring the tension. It’s not often that you read stuff like this but you’re getting invested, finding a good book with plot and porn is hard to come by and you’re finding yourself getting more and more invested.

Gojo’s voice from behind you is a scare you weren’t ready for, “Wouldn’t it feel better to actually get fucked instead of just reading about it?”

“Fuck! Geez, Gojo, way to scare someone to death,” you huff, not at all ready for his comparably loud voice in the quiet room.

He’s leaning over the back of the couch, apparently reading over your shoulder, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yeah, that’s why you were lurking behind me for so long… because you didn’t mean to scare me,” you crane your neck to look up at him, your eyes showing your clear scepticism.

“Let’s change the topic back to how you’re reading porn out in the open,” he smiles.

You squint at him, “It’s a sex scene, not a porn book.”

He leans in a little closer, “Could’ve fooled me.”

“You’re nosy,” you accuse.

He clarifies, “I am curious.” He adds, “You were so involved in your book that you didn’t even notice my presence… now I know why,” his eyebrows wiggle at you.

You shoot your head back up so you don’t have to look at him, “Why are you back anyways? I thought you weren’t gonna be home until tomorrow?”

“I’m just simply too good,” he boasts. You grumble at him but pick up your blanket and stomp off to the spare room with your book, he calls out to you, “Don’t be like that, come hang out with me.”

“No,” you cement, feeling overly embarrassed. You know he was just kidding but you can’t help the way your skin feels all hot and the bit of shame that creeps into your bones.

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When you’re in bed, you don’t continue reading, the moment ruined and now you just want to crawl into a ball and die. It’s too early to sleep though, so you end up just lying there lifelessly. Some time passes before Gojo knocks on your door, waiting for you to answer to see if you’re still awake.

“Go away,” you pout out. He opens the door at the sound of your voice, “That’s like… the exact opposite of going away.”

“I know,” he shuffles over to the bed and flops down next to you, making himself comfortable, “But I wanna talk about earlier.”

You groan, “Ugh, that’s like the last thing I wanna talk about with you right now.”

“You sure? Because there are plenty of other things I could think to talk about instead,” he smiles evilly, he sits up slightly, resting his weight on his forearm to watch over you.

Flat on your back, you scowl up at him, “Maybe we should talk about how lovely the weather has been lately.”

“It’s been raining for a week straight,” he reminds.

You cross your arms over your chest, “…Maybe I like the rain.”

“I am sorry,” he changes the topic.

“It doesn’t matter,” you try brushing it off.

“I made you uncomfortable and I didn’t mean to,” he looks away in thought, “I wasn’t trying to pry, I just wanted to know what you were so interested in and when I saw–”

“–Okay! It’s fine, I’m not mad.”

“It would be understandable if you were,” he flops onto his back again.

You turn to look at him, “If you’re still feeling bad, make me breakfast in the morning.”

“Look at that! I think all the guilt I had just left my body,” he smiles cheekily, also turning to look at you.

You can’t help the way your eyes drop to his lips, just for a second, you didn’t mean anything by it… you think. Gojo sees it because of course he does, he doesn’t miss a single thing and he decides to push the limits of your friendship, just a little bit.

He speaks again, “You know… I am curious about something though.”

Unamused, you raise a brow, “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“Does it do anything? I mean… reading porn like that? Does it actually effect you?” He knows what he’s doing and he knows the answer to his question, he’s not as dense as he pretends he is.

“Invasive question,” you squint at him before letting your face relax, “I can always read it to you and you can see for yourself,” you joke.

His smile grows, “Fantastic idea!”

Your eyes widen, “No! No it’s not! I was kidding, I’m not reading porn to you Gojo.”

“Boo,” he jeers.

“You’re so weird,” you sigh.

He offers you an alternative, “I’ll settle for an answer to my question if you don’t want to read me porn.”

This man is getting on your nerves, “Who would want to do that in the first place?”

“Me, I will read porn to you right now if you like,” he offers.

“Okay let me rephrase, what kind of sane person would want that?” You’re hoping to guide him away from this topic.

“Ouch, words hurt,” you can see his face light up with his joke, “And arouse, apparently.”

“What do you mean apparently?” You ask, “I haven’t even answered your question, very presumptuous of you.”

“Yeah but if the answer was a simple ‘no’ you would’ve just said that and moved on,” he looks proud of himself right now, “Sometimes… not giving an answer is almost as telling as giving one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you move your head to face the ceiling again, “Get a load of Socrates over here.” You sigh, “What do you want to hear? That it does arouse me, that I get sooo wet reading porn on your couch while you’re gone?”

He’s quiet, at a loss for words really, which is shocking to you. His prolonged silence has you looking back to him. His eyes look a little darker than before, his gaze far away. You’re starting to feel bad, like maybe you’re the one who took it too far now, “Gojo, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you–”

“–No… go on,” he encourages, “Tell me all about what you do when I’m not home,” his eyes glimmer.

“I– nothing really– I’m not…” you’re starting to heat up, his gaze on you not helping, “I’m not being creepy while you’re gone…”

“I didn’t say you were being creepy,” he moves so he’s being supported by his forearm again, your eyes follow him as he ends up almost hovering over you, “I said I wanted to know what else you do when I’m not home.”

You hesitate, “This might not be–”

“You don’t have to tell me, if I’m being pushy, if you’re uncomfortable… tell me, I’ll leave you alone,” he wants this bad but he’s not going to force you, he wants you to want it too.

“It’s not… I am uncomfortable but only because,” your thighs press together slightly, seeking pressure, you’re uncomfortable because he’s turning you on and he’s not done a damn thing.

“…Because…”

“Ugh, Gojo,” your hands cover your face, trying to hide yourself from his eyes, “Because you’re…” you mumble, trailing off.

He leans in a little closer, smug smile loud in his voice, “I’m sorry, what?”

You peak through your fingers, “…You’re…turning me on…”

“I still didn’t get that,” he feigns ignorance, he heard you just fine, “Maybe move your hands properly?”

“You’re being mean,” you mutter from behind your hands, “I know you heard me.”

His gaze lowers, scanning your body, taking in how your breathing has sped up, how your thighs clench together, fighting the urge to rub against each other. “No idea what you’re on about, I can’t hear a thing from behind your hands.”

You drop your arms with a huff, “You’re really quite unkind, you know?”

“I think I’m perfectly kind,” his tone is jovial, happy with your acquiescence, “Now repeat what you said, I wanna hear it loud and clear.”

You’re gonna hit him, you wanna hit him. Taking a breath, your hands reach out for his face and move him so he’s looking you dead in the eyes, “Gojo… you’re making me really wet and needy,” your tone is coquettish, “I need your help, please.”

His eyes brighten, deliciously satisfied with your words and confession, “Tell me what you do when I’m not here then.”

You stare at him, you thought you had one up him but he readjusts alarmingly well, you’ll just have to double down, “I lay on your nice, big couch and I fingerfuck myself, hoping I get to cum before you get home.”

“I already like coming home to you,” he leans into you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “I think I’d like coming home to the sounds of you playing with your wet cunt even more.”

Oh god, he might kill you, he’s clearly much better at this than you are, his words have your eyes glazing over slightly. Just his presence is suffocating, “Gojo, please… touch me?”

He pulls back, “Hmm, giving up already? Where’s your fighting spirit?”

“You’re an unbearable tease…”

“Tease… yes. Unbearable? I don’t agree, you’ve put up with me for this long,” he all but singsongs, he’s so smug – you want to get up and walk away from him but you don’t have the strength.

“Either kiss me or I’m changing my mind and pretending that tonight didn’t happen,” you glare at him.

His smile doesn’t falter, “Now who’s unkind?” You make a show of trying to get up but he pushes you back down into the mattress, his lips finding yours. You moan into his kiss and he huffs against you, “Open your mouth more,” he speaks against you.

You do as he says and his tongue slips into your mouth, he licks at you and you tentatively meet him half-way. If kissing someone felt this good surely you’d have remembered it, so why can’t you remember a single kiss that feels as good as this one.

He crawls onto you more, your hands move to find his shoulders before wrapping around his neck, tugging him closer. He groans into the kiss and you swallow it down, your head is swimming, he sounds hot, he feels hot, he’s making you feel hot.

He pulls back, “Fuck, I gotta touch you, let me touch you.”

“Mhm, yeah, please,” you’re all too eager to agree, not missing the thinly veiled desperation in his words.

His hand is quick to snake down your body and into your pants, slipping past the waist band of your underwear. A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers carefully part your folds and slide through you’re very wet cunt. Gojo groans, he wasn’t expecting you to be this aroused, his head swimming with just how slick it must feel to fuck balls deep inside your pussy.

His dick twitches in his pants, he’s been horny since he started this stupid conversation, not that you noticed, too self-conscious to take note of the semi he’d been sporting while teasing you. Fuck, he needs more, his finger moves to your entrance, his eyes watching your expression carefully as he slips it inside you.

Your brows turn up and a soft sigh leaves your lungs at his finger entering you, he doesn’t move straight away, his thumb instead rubbing into your clit. He can feel the way your walls twitch around his single digit; he might go crazy before this is over.

“Gojo~ more,” you want more, you wanna feel full.

“Anything for you,” he teases but pulls his single finger back, easing in another with it.

They curl when reaching their hilt, caressing inside you, the pleasure makes you whine and your stomach jump. He pumps his fingers languidly, enjoying the view, delighting in how you squirm and whimper underneath him from just a couple fingers.

He looks down to his hand underneath your pants, your thighs shake slightly, “That’s cute,” he murmurs.

He pulls his hand away from you, “Wait– Gojo what are–”

Laughing at how frantic you are, he reassures, “–Shh, it’s fine, I just wanna see how your pretty pussy sucks my fingers back in is all.”

You feel like you could faint, he’s so crude and for what reason? Just to embarrass you? Or to turn you on? Or is it just a bonus that he manages to do both at the same time?

Your pants and underwear are tugged off at once, he kneels between your legs and very lewdly pulls them wide apart, his eyes greedily watching the way your cunt opens up for him. He salivates at the way your pussy glimmers for him, cunt drooling from your tight hole, down your ass cheeks and onto the bed.

He wastes no more time and fills you back up with his long fingers, his mind registering that you got wetter, fuck you can get even wetter. The realisation hits him like a ton of bricks and he has a feeling he knows exactly what did it.  

A grin on his face, he asks, “You know you could get this wet? Or are you shocked?” It’s not rhetorical, and to demonstrate what he means, his fingers speed up and you can hear the loud and obscene noises of your wet cunt sucking them back in.

You clench around his fingers at his words and his smile grows, now fully understanding the effect he has on you. The delight he takes in it could almost be diabolical, the enjoyment he’s getting out of knowing he can be a little mean or lewd with his words and it will only turn you is immense.

“Come on, I want an answer when I ask a question,” he reminds you.

You gasp as his fingers crook up, purposefully making it harder for you to answer, “I –hah– I didn’t knooww–”

And you didn’t, not to this extent, it’s mortifying, how much your cunt gushes for him. You’re ashamed and also… so ridiculously turned on. His voice doesn’t help, not only the content of his words but just the sound of him, it’s setting you on edge.

“I find that quite shocking, only realising just how turned on you can get and it’s for your good friend? How scandalous,” he tsks at you, his words holding no malice, he truly is amused by how things have unfolded.

“Stop t–teasing me, Gojo,” you frown at him but it’s not nearly as effective as it normally would be. To him you look like a cute mess who’s making a mess on his fingers and spare bed sheets.

His thumb presses into your clit again, steady pressure rounding it, “I like teasing you though~”

Your head tilts back, your eyes unable to focus on anything, you’re going to cum, you’re so fucking close, you just need him to not stop, “Gojo, please, d–don’t stop –ngh– please, please, please please pleaseppleaseplease,” you’re begging him to show mercy – pity, you don’t care what you just want him to make you cum.

“You think I’d be so mean as to not let you cum?” he asks like it’s not definitely within his character to do something so cruel, “I’d never deprive myself of the sight.”

Your toes curl and your head presses back into the pillows hard, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. It feels like your stomach does flips as you moan out for Gojo, your hands clutching the sheets as you shake pitifully with the force of your orgasm.

He massages your walls through it, fucking his fingers in and out of you steadily, letting you ride out your high. He keeps going even as you reach overstimulation, he likes seeing you twitch and shake with your sensitivity, makes his cock leak into his pants at how you clench pathetically around his fingers as he strokes in and out of you as he pleases.

“Gojo… is too much,” you mumble weakly.

He hums at you but pulls his fingers from your sopping cunt, he holds his two fingers up and pulls them apart, watching the way your cum coats them and connects them by sticky strings. Fuck it’s a sight to behold to him, he shoves those two fingers right into his mouth, sucking them clean and savouring the taste.

Pulling his digits out of his mouth, he comments, “I think… if I didn’t wanna stick my dick into you as badly as I do… I’d shove my tongue inside your little pussy and eat you until you came again and again and–”

You’re gonna burst into flames, “–Do you get off on your own words or something?”

“I’m not the one getting off on my words,” he grins knowingly.

The words you were going to retort with die on your tongue as he suddenly tugs his shirt off, exposing his bare skin to you. How are you meant to reply with anything smart when he’s constantly able to throw you off kilter, you can’t win against him.

He undoes his belt and nods towards you, “Take your shirt off.”

“…Bossy,” you pout out.

He stands up to undress completely, “You into that?”

“No.”

“Could’ve fooled me, you take directions so well,” he smirks, clearly poking fun at how you took off your shirt as soon as he asked you to. He gets back on the bed and taps your thigh, “Hands and knees,” you look at him with an unamused expression and he tacks on, “Pleeeasseeee?”

You get up and spin round onto your hands and knees, feeling vulnerable like this, extra so because you can’t see what he’s doing. One of his hands slides from your lower back up your spine, gentle pressure behind his touch, encouraging you to push your upper half into the bed, cheek pressed against the mattress by the time he reaches your neck.

“Yeahhh, you take directions so well,” he means it as a compliment but it feels degrading.

Soft clicking noises of him fisting his cock fill the room, he’s spreading his precum all along the shaft, collecting it at the tip. He needs to be slick if you’re gonna take him, though he figures you’ve done most of the work on that end already.

You wiggle your hips back at him, feeling impatient and dazed from your previous orgasm. He chuckles at your eagerness but doesn’t keep you waiting, you’re far too enticing for him to tease any longer. He swipes his dick through your folds a few times first, letting you feel him and also let your cunt drool onto him a bit.

He wants to slam into you quickly, he’s so sick of waiting, he’s harder than he’s been in his life and he’s itching to have your pussy swallow him whole but he doesn’t want to hurt you. If he fucks this up he’ll never forgive himself, he needs to give you the best dicking of your life so that you keep coming back to him for more.

His initial thrust is shallow and barely gets the head of his cock inside you, this is going to be a slow process. He’ll have to take his time, not that he particularly minds, the longer he takes, the longer he gets to spend fucking you. This is a responsible decision on Gojo’s behalf, unfortunately for him, you’re not quite so patient. You’re horny beyond belief and have the sudden urge for him to be as deep as he can possibly get, you want to feel him in your guts, you fucking need it.

Bracing yourself, you spread your legs apart further and push back, his cock slipping deeper suddenly, the stretch has a delicious feeling crawling up your spine, or maybe that’s Gojo’s hand. His hand reaches around your neck and pulls your back to his front, a whimper tumbling from you as you slide down his cock further.

He breathes against you, “Desperate thing aren’t you?” He nips your ear and then trails his lips down to your neck, leaving marks in his wake.  

His hips thrust up, forcing you to take more of him, “Ah~ sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry~ I think it’s very endearing,” his voice is dreamy, “Very flattering, willing to hurt yourself just to take me?”

Ah, of course he’d find a way to boost his own ego through all this, “–ngh– You really do love yourself, huh?”

You can feel his big smile against your skin, “Not as much as I love this pussy,” he thrusts inside you deeper, punctuating his words with his hips.

You can’t do much else but moan and take it like this, though, you’re pretty happy to take it like this. Your slick gushes from your cunt and leaks down his shaft. The mess you’re making on the bed is beyond lewd and you have no idea if you should be more embarrassed of the state you’re in. You’re not here though, you’re elsewhere, head in the clouds as your eyes glaze over.

“Aww~ you’ve gone stupid and I’m not even fully in yet,” he coos at you.

He drops you back down onto the bed in your previous position, face buried into the blankets with your ass in the air, back arched deeply. Gojo thinks he has enough room to slip in completely now so he does, when he does, he knocks something so deep inside you that your cunt quivers and you make the smallest, fucked out sound.

It makes him moan deeply, your pussy gripping him for dear life as you sound out gasped whimpers, you’re a fucking mess in more than one way and he’s gonna paint your walls white before too long if he doesn’t get it together. Your cunt is sinfully tight, snug and warm around him, spilling out around where he’s stuffed you full. Your eyes are glassy and fucked out and you look like you might cry, drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth from how deep you can feel him.

Tentatively, he pulls back, his thrusts initially shallow, wanting to get you used to the motion, you really are not capable of any coherent thought, everything coming from you right now is downright pornographic, you don’t even think you could string together enough words to beg him to let you cum.

He’s ruining any future sex you may have and he’s barely started fucking you, his rhythm, is slow but constant. The pressure you feel slowly building in your abdomen makes your pussy cry on his cock.

“You literally have–” he cuts himself off with his own gasped whine, “–the most perfect cunt, holy fuck.” What he did in life to deserve sticking his dick inside you, he has no clue but he’ll keep doing it if it means fucking your tight hole.

You chant his name at him, it’s all you’re really able to do, in your brain fog you spill out, “S’toru sobig, you’re –hng– so deep~” You can’t think.

His hands grab your hips tight, the pressure bruising, his thrusts are speeding up, growing frantic, desperate. He’s fucking you like it’ll be the last time he ever gets to be inside you. One hand reaches around and lands on your clit, furiously rubbing at it, the stimulation has you biting back a cry as tears slip from the corner of your eyes.

Your pussy spasms and twitches on him violently, you’re so sensitive, in general and to him. His hand pulls you back against him with every thrust in, the resounding smacking of skin on skin and your sloppy cunt are like music to his ears. You’re so messy, such a beautiful and delightful mess, he wonders just how fucking messy he could make you; he’ll need to remember this thought if he ever gets another chance to have you… though he’s probably never going to be able to think of anything else after this.

The muscles in your legs are quivering, you’re not going to be able to hold yourself up for much longer, not with how he’s fucking you. You’re going to cum and then promptly pass out, your vision is dotted and you’re barely able to comprehend your surroundings, the only thing you hear is Gojo’s moans.

“Need you to cum for me, now,” he urges, his words hissed through his teeth, fighting off his own orgasm.

His fingers on your clit speed up, he slaps your clit once and harshly, the sudden contact makes you shake. Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, your legs would’ve given out if he weren’t holding you up, you’re actually just crying now, the force of your orgasm shaking you to your core, it’s so overwhelming that it’s all you can feel.

Gojo moves both his hands to your ass cheeks and spreads them, looking at how he’s plowing into you over and over, watching how you grip him tight, trying to milk his cock. The sight of this, of your pussy clenching around him, has him cumming, he bites out your name before stuffing his dick all the way inside you. His cum dumping itself deep inside, his cock twitching as he spills. The amount he cums is immense, leaking out around the base of him and down onto the sheets, the mess you’ve both made only growing.

He stays seated inside you for a while, letting you both come down before even attempting to move. When he does slip out of you, it’s with a hiss, he holds you up for a bit longer, watching the way his cum seeps out of you, his eyes transfixed on how much he came inside of you, how much of him you took. He’s addicted.

Laying your lower half back onto the bed gently, he flops down next to you, evening out his breathing more. He turns his head to the side to look at you, your eyes closed and a stupid smile on your face, tear stains on your cheeks and a little bit of drool still present in the corner of your mouth.

He reaches out and wipes it way with his thumb, “Fucked dumb taken to a new level, huh?”

“You’ve ruined me,” you mutter back, not really paying attention.

A cocky grin takes its place on his face, “In what way?”

“S’many,” your words slur together.

He jokes, “Better than your book though right?”

You can only hum your confirmation, all your limbs are heavy, you might die, you’re fighting it though, the unconsciousness that’s threatening to take over.

Gojo moves closer to you, kissing your arm, “Hey, sleep, I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs into your skin.

That’s the last thing you hear before you’re dead asleep.

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[sukirichi]

Hello! Can you write one about Nanami where the reader is oblivious and they're really close to Gojo so he gets jealous often. Sometimes Gojo does things purposely to annoy him and one day he just lost his composure and accidentally admitted his feelings for you.

I hope u accept if you're not too busy. Thank you!!!

— a little push

— sometimes all nanami needs is a little push.

nanami kento x fem! reader

thank you for the request anon! i’m not sure if reader is oblivious enough but i hope you like it! there’s some thick pining here hur hur, i hope you like it! i never knew i needed an easily flustered and awkward nanami in my life also this is unedited as usual

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“Do you mind?”

Nanami sighs, silently praying to the heavens you wouldn’t hear the way his heart is absolutely panicking and beating wildly right now. You’d randomly pushed him inside the teachers’ office the moment he got back to the institute at work, and now he’s doomed to hide his feelings while you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes, a shaky yet excited grin painted on your face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you wave your hands in front of you, although he can tell you’re not apologetic at all. Nanami clears his throat when you step backwards to give him space, unsure if he’s happy or sad about the distance. “I was just really excited to see you back.”

Your carefree, lighthearted voice, along with that little jump in your toes combined with your statement – you’re basically asking Nanami to shrivel up already.

The stoic man remains composed, though, only shifting to adjust his tie while he stares down at you. You’re still somewhat bouncing on your feet, teeth biting your lip – a habit you had when you want to say something but contemplating whether you should. Tilting away to hide the slight flush in his cheeks, Nanami sighs again, pretending to be tired.

The last thing he wants to admit that even though he is exhausted from work, is that you’d never bother him. In fact, having you bombard him like this makes him feel like he didn’t deal with special grade curse by himself all alone just an hour ago.

“If there’s something you want to say, I suggest you get it over with. I don’t want to stay overtime and wait until the blindfolded creep comes around.”

You giggle at his insult, hiding behind your cupped palms. Crap, Nanami looks away and focuses on the birds outside instead, suddenly finding them so interesting despite never paying attention to them before. Maybe that was the curse of crushes – it had people acting differently and in complete contrast with their behavior.

“About that,” you begin almost shyly now, and Nanami practically bursts when he sees you tapping both of your pointer fingers together, gaze tilted away from him.

It makes him wonder you’re nearly on the same skill to Gojo, yet still somehow look like a small, innocent being that makes him want to protect you from everything – even if you were more than capable of handling things yourself. Well, Nanami concludes to himself, maybe you’re really just that paradoxical that it makes sense why he can never think straight around you. Maybe he’s really not supposed to understand the complexity of his feelings when you were a phenomena to begin with already.

“You see…Satoru asked me out.”

Nanami stiffens at your statement for a split second before his head whips to you so fast. You’re observant – of course you are, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer – and you easily pick up in his sudden change of demeanor. Your brow raises at his abrupt reaction, to which Nanami conceals by flexing his neck and rolling his shoulders back.

“I am simply tired from work,” he haf-lies, “So, Satoru asked you out? Will you say yes?”

His words and tone are monotonous, almost bored even, but deep inside he’s so close to beating the crap out of his co-worker. Well, not really, Nanami isn’t a man of violence, but he’s jealous. Of course he is – he’s liked you ever since Principal Yaga hired you.

He’s never told Satoru about his little crush on you. He would be stupid to do such; Satoru would tease him to no end and maybe even be as childish to go as far as pushing him to you. Typical elementary shit, Nanami cringes to himself, watching as you look down at your feet with a pout. Now that confused him. He isn’t sure what your body language means at all, but patient as ever, Nanami only waits.

“Well,” you scratch your forehead, “I’m really flattered. I want to say yes because Satoru is a nice guy—”

“He is not. I do not respect him.”

You roll your eyes at the way his eyes darkens, “—but also I’m not sure if I should. I mean, Satoru doesn’t really date, you know? He’ll be with like one girl and be with another the next week. I just don’t want to…like, fall for that, I guess. Not that I won’t, because he’s totally not my type—”

“It’s just a yes or no,” Nanami cuts you off, his words coming out a lot harsher than he intends it to be. It’s not that he’s annoyed at your rambling, he actually finds it so adorable when you get so lost in your train of thoughts that your mind just travels from one place to another, and seeing how your eyes just leave farther from reality is something he’s always find such an attractive quirk, but not now – not when his infuriating co-worker is intending to mess with your feelings. “Do you want to go or not? Yes or no? It’s as simple as that.”

You blink back at him in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Nanami was a no-bullshit man who hit things right on the head, a huge contrast to your happy-go-lucky self, but he’s right.

It is that simple – and you’re complicating things all over again.

When you give him an answer, Nanami has to muster all his energy to not deflate. He’s tired – but now his exhaustion and even the heartbreak comes crashing down all over him that he’s immediately weighed down and overwhelmed – so much so that all he wants is to go home.

“Yes, I want to go.”

It’s his day off.

Like everything else in his life, Nanami plans everything down to the last minute of his day. His day off consisted of him having the privilege to sleep in until 8am, then breakfast with coffee from that great café a five minute walk away from his apartment, then he’ll be reading books in his study for two hours. Comes after that is lunch, and he’ll brows through some TV shows, pick up his clothes from the dry cleaning, get that special limited edition dinner of his favorite sushi, read books again and call it a day.

Simple, peaceful, no hassle – it’s the perfect day to relax.

Except it isn’t.

Because it’s your day off too, and you’re out on a date with Satoru. He still remembers how happy you looked then upon accepting the white haired man’s invitation, your nimble fingers wrapped around his sleeve as you shyly asked him to come with you.

He doesn’t know why you had to bring him, but he doesn’t question it, nonetheless. Nanami wants to see how Satoru would react, if there could be any indication from the man behind his blindfold that he had ill intentions. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be any. Satoru only beamed and deflated into a chibi, enthusiastically nodding along with you while you planned your date together.

Nanami took it upon himself to leave.

With a silent scoff, Nanami placed his dinner down on the counter. Because it’s his day off – and mostly because he doesn’t feel like himself – Nanami went out to buy the limited edition sushi wearing a white shirt and some gray sweatpants, too forlorn and a little jealous to even bother dressing up.

It’s stupid, really. He’s been looking forward for this sushi for a long, long time, but now that he’s had it, he can’t even enjoy the taste. His mind keeps going back to you.

Were you having fun with Satoru? Were you enjoying your time? Was Satoru treating you well? What was Satoru’s intentions when it came with you? The last time Nanami checked, you and him got along really well and you’re mostly the one who whacks the taller man in the head upside down when he’s being stupid, almost like two peas in a pod, except you were the smarter one. He’d been so sure you’re nothing but friends and yet…it all lead to this.

Nanami pushes his sushi away. They no longer taste like anything, the texture like dried paper on his mouth. He wipes his lips with a napkin, staring longingly at well…nothing. His walls were plain and empty, and suddenly, Nanami can’t help but compare himself to Gojo.

You both planned to go to the local carnival. There’d be lots of foods and even parlor shops, ferris wheel rides and photo booths to create memories. Of course you and Satoru would go there; both of you enjoyed loud, bustling crowds, claiming there was something amazing about basking in the “lives of humans when ignorant of curses” while Nanami prefers his peace and silence.

Had you gone out on a date with him instead, Nanami can’t guarantee he’ll be any fun. He most definitely wouldn’t ask you to go to a carnival with him either. It was loud, cramped, crowded, and it’s too chaotic for him to ever enjoy your presence and enjoy it alone.

Nanami closes the sushi box, turns on the TV and lets is play on the background, a wet towel above his eyes to relax his tired eyes.

He hopes you’re having fun. He hopes Satoru is treating you well. Nanami just ignores the slight pain in his chest when he thinks of you, laughing and touching anyone but him, and he could picture it already. You’ve always been so open and welcoming to everyone, he knows you’ll have fun today, too.

That’s one of the things he finds most endearing about you – that your smile never fades and you never forget about the simple, little things in life to focus on to keep your sanity after facing curse after curse.

He’s fine, he tells himself. Satoru may be annoying, but he knows you could have fun with him, and you deserved to be happy more than anyone else.

Nanami is about to fall asleep on his couch when his phone vibrates on the coffee tables. Groaning, he flicks off the towel to his shoulders, grumbling about how Principal Yaga better be respecting his day off, but the last thing he expects to see is your contact name flashing on the screen. In the contact photo, you’re winking with a peace sign held above your head.

You look so utterly adorable Nanami just wants to kiss you. He remembers this photo was taken when Yuuji got bored and asked to play games on his phone. Upon finding that there was none – of course there was none – the strawberry-haired student opted for taking pictures of everyone instead. There’s one with Nobara growling, Megumi sipping his boba-tea with dead eyes as if he’s so done with the world, more than twenty pictures of Satoru flexing his muscles and posing like an idiot, and then there’s yours.

Nanami remembers staring at his phone for a solid minute, his gallery actually blessed with your face in it. The sun shines behind you on that photo and you’re absolutely shining. He thinks that’s when he truly fell in love.

And it just so happened the love of his life is calling, making his heart skip a beat because shouldn’t you be with Gojo? Why were you calling him? Did something wrong happen?

Nanami doesn’t waste another second before swiping the green icon, already standing up from the couch as he grabs his jacket. He had this weird inkling something is wrong, why else would you call him?

His theories are proven true when your voice comes out shaky. “H-hello?”

“Good evening,” he greets stiffly, brows furrowed as he listens in on the way you seem to be shuffling around. “Is there something wrong?”

“I, uhm,” he hears you sniffle through the other line, “Yeah, I guess there is…Satoru just texted he can’t come because Principal Yaga suddenly sent him to a mission overseas…and then I just realized that Satoru’s been summoned by the elders and he’s just refusing to show up, so now they cornered him, I guess… anyways, I’m talking too much and I don’t want to be a bother, but would you maybe…like to hang out with me?”

Nanami’s hand freezes on the doorknob. “Hang out…professionally?”

He immediately wants to smack himself in the forehead for that. Out of all things he could’ve said, he just had to utter something unintelligent. He hears you snicker in the background and Nanami’s ears redden. 

He quickly regains his composure with a clear of his throat, suddenly remembering that Satoru’s ditched you, so now you’re asking him instead. It kind of feels like he’s just a replacement, but Nanami buries this feeling down before it consumes him, wondering if he’s already regretting changing into better clothes because he actually agreed to go to a carnival with you.

Upon hearing your happy, “Okay! I’ll wait for you then!”, Nanami realizes that he doesn’t actually mind. Especially not with you.

The carnival is loud.

Nanami dreads the moment he steps out of his car, his body swallowed by the bustling crowd and defeaning music of banging drums and clashing instruments. There’s a hundred scents everywhere – smoke, fish, glazed apples – he doesn’t know where to begin or how to focus.

He nearly turns back to his hair, about to shoot you a text that maybe this is beyond him after all. His head begins to spin when he’s only pushed deeper into the crowd, people bumping into him with every single second and it’s so suffocating. It doesn’t make sense to him how anyone could possibly go on a date like this and enjoy it. He knows for sure this chaos won’t let him enjoy his date’s presence because he’s too busy trying to get away from it all.

Nanami staggers for a bit when a strong hand tugs him to the side. Soon, he finds himself pressed flush against you in a tight corner, your hips warm on his. “Hi,” you breathe out airily, lashes fanning and fluttering in that same manner that always made his heart do complete flips.

“Hello,” he greets back with a small bow out of faux respect, but really, he’s just keeping his head down because you look so beautiful in that moment he doesn’t even know where to look. You’re warm and soft next to his hard and stiff muscles, the scent of roses and vanilla mixing in with the street smoke and Nanami’s head grows dizzy, his hand around yours tightening for comfort. “Y/N…I do not prefer this crowd. Can I take you back home instead? You must be tired – I’ll prepare dinner for you.”

Nanami blinks back in surprise when he sees you nod, a slight grimace on your face, and you practically bury your face in his bicep as you groan, “It’s too noisy for me too. Let’s just hang out at your place.”

So you end up in his immaculately clean apartment, admiring and staring at the boring furniture. Nanami changes into more comfortable clothes and whips out something to cook, not wanting to feed you measly take out when you’re probably famished. He watches with side glances as you pick up a photo of him with his parents when he was younger, cooing and giggling at the baby version of him.

“Nanamin, you’re so cute!”

Nanami scoffs and turns back to the heated water in the bowl, arms hard as they cross against his chest covered with an apron. “Please do not call me cute. I am anything but.”

“No, you’re really cute,” you insist, but after seeing Nanami’s flustered frown, you eventually give up and give the poor man a break. Later, you wobble next to him, watching with curious eyes and a small smile as he adds the vegetables into the soup, moving expertly as he diced up the onions to the side. The sheer focus and attention on his daily tasks makes him falter, and he suddenly finds it so hard to function now.

“Why are you staring at me? Is there something so interesting about slicing up onions?”

“No, not really,” you say absentmindedly, the slight plop of the ingredients echoing. “It’s just – I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way. Domestic, I mean, but it looks good on you,” you nod to yourself, and Nanami finds himself struggling to act as if your presence wasn’t making him go crazy while he proceeds to cook. “In fact, everything looks good on you, and I find you really interesting!”

“Y-you do?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, assisting him silently with mixing the bowl even when he didn’t ask you to. Unaware that he’s now focused on you, watching you cook with him with you pressed up against his side, almost as if it’s right where you belong, Nanami feels the same with you. You also look good being this domestic with him, and he suddenly blurts out, “Would you like to stay with me? Like this?”

Your eyes slide over his in a slow fashion, slow enough that his brain hotwires at the fear maybe he’s said something wrong. But Nanami immediately swallows it down, huffing and turning away from you with that stoic expression again. “Forgive me. That was weird—”

“Why would it be weird?” you laughed to yourself before bumping your hips with his, “You’re the one who invited me here. Of course I want to stay.”

That’s…that’s not what he means.

Nanami is left staring openly at you while you help him set the table and you proceed to talk about how you didn’t really want to go to the carnival but Satoru insisted you’d have fun, so you went anyway even if you’d much prefer to be somewhere else. He’s barely listening, too distracted by the way your lips move and how you swing the house slippers on your big toe, your legs crossed on top of another and your figure slightly hunched across from him.

You look so comfortable and welcomed in his home that it puts him at ease too, not worried that he has to impress you anything because it’s you, and Nanami could actually be vulnerable enough to laugh with you over a bowl of vegetable soup.

It’s fine, he lies to himself again, it’s fine that you don’t know he likes you even if he tends to slip and be obvious sometimes. Because at least you’re with him in that moment, and he lies to himself again that it’s fine, that maybe next time he’ll tell you, but he doesn’t worry about. How could he worry about it when you’re snorting so loud over a lame joke he said that rice nearly came out your nose, and he’s so drunk over the sound of your bubbly laughter that something flutters deep within his belly?

When you help him wash the dishes and bask in the silence instead, comfortable over the lack of words and nothing but the sound of his faucet running and the slight rubbing of towels against dishes heard in the background, Nanami is unsure whether he’s glad that Satoru ditched you on your first date.

It doesn’t stop there.

Nanami only keeps falling in love with you more. He’s been doing a good job of keeping his feelings to himself because the last thing he wants is to have you stay away from him, but Satoru was really getting on his nerves.

He’s just come back from exorcising a curse when he sees you and Satoru play-wrestling in the field with the other students. Megumi is grumbling to himself in the corner, Yuuji is laughing and cheering on you to tackle down his sensei who’s currently going down in high-pitched laughter, Toge pumping his fists and screaming, “Salmon, salmon!”

It’s a chaotic sight – one that he usually doesn’t mind – until you finally pin Satoru down on the ground, your ass above his crotch. Satoru’s hands then come up to squeeze your ass and hips under the false pretense he’s struggling to push you off him, but Nanami knows better.

“Give up already!” you tease the other sorcerer who’s still wriggling underneath you, and Nanami sees it before it happens.

Satoru’s legs bend beneath you and he tries to pin you under him in quick movements, but Nanami is faster, his reflexes taking over. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Nanami tugs you and pulls you forward until you collide on his chest. He’s breathing hard, eyes narrowed at the arrogant smirk painted on Satoru’s features. Meanwhile, you’ve softened in Nanami’s grip, hands fisting his shirt that has him hardening up out of sheer protectiveness.

“Oh, Nanamin!” Satoru beams while wiping the dirt on his hands across his uniform, “Glad to see you here. You wanna join training too?”

“This is hardly training,” he retorts with a clenched jaw, “You’re harassing and disrespecting your fellow sorcerer because you can never keep your dirty hands to yourself,” before Satoru could defend himself, he’s already all over you, his hand tilting your chin side to side to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did this bastard do anything else?”

“No, not really—”

“Why do you care so much, Nanamin?” Satoru teases, and the students all huddle to watch the commotion. Everyone can feel the tension rising, and Nanami only stiffens up further when he feels you lean closer to his warmth almost absentmindedly. “She and I were just playing around, no hard feelings, no foul play. We’re just having fun, right, Y/N?”

“She is not someone you can just have fun with, Satoru. You’ve already crossed the line when you ditched her on your first date, and you didn’t even bother texting or calling back when I drove her home. It’s disrespectful, and she deserves better than that.”

“Nanami—”

“I was busy,” Satoru sighs dramatically, “And if she deserves better than me, then who would it be? I can take care her of her, you know, she and I have been besties for like what, a year now? I’ll be good to her,” he smirks, and Nanami wants nothing more than to punch him square in the jaw. “Besides, it’s not like she’s dating anyone else. She’s single and ready to mingle—”

“Maybe she is, but I’m not,” Nanami deadpans, his harsh tone shocking everyone.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you squeak under him, and Nanami falls silent. He’s never thought of confessing to you, especially not this way, and Nobara is biting Yuuji’s jacket behind them to muffle her squeals. Panda is clapping his hands and whispers oh, here we go, followed by Toge’s salmon salmon.

It dawns on him now that everyone knows he likes you after all, and now that he’s confronted with the situation, he can’t run away from it. Not that Nanami plans on running away, for he is a man and his pride doesn’t allow him to evade situations like this.

He just wishes it could’ve gone out better.

“Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable,” Nanami releases his grip on you, loosening his tie that makes him feel like he’s choking both on air and his words. Through his cool stature, he’s actually sweating inside his clothes, and it doesn’t help you’re patient with him too, head tilted to the side curiously and so horribly cutely he might combust. “But I have always been, and I still am, utterly in love with you.”

Nobara and Yuuji no longer hold back as they scream to themselves, the former slapping the latter in his back while Megumi only shakes his head, muttering “about time,” under his breath. Maki snickers to herself and Satoru is stunned, but it’s nothing compared to the way you shrink under his gaze for a moment.

He believes you’re going to run away from him because of his blatant confession; it wasn’t romantic at all, and the kids are still screaming too loudly for him to form coherent thoughts.

Nanami begins to form a deep bow, ready to apologize wholeheartedly and to politely ask you to forget this if you wish – he would respect your decision. But just as his gaze met the ground, he’s thrown off balance as you jump on him, soft glossy lips crashing into his.

The screams and cheers of everyone are suddenly drowned out when he feels your lips molding onto his, and he can feel you smiling happily, giggling while his hands tentatively run down your hips to hold you close. It’s unprofessional, displeasing, and downright horrendous to be kissing someone during work hours while the students are watching, especially because his clothes are crumpled from your eager touch and you’re on top of his chest, but Nanami absolutely doesn’t give a single fuck because he’s kissing you back fervently.

It’s what he’s always wanted – you’re the one he’s always wanted, and now that he has you in his hold, he’s not easily letting you go.

“See? I told you guys,” Satoru proudly puffs his chest up in the background, “All Nanamin needs is a little push.”

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || KIND HEARTED

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar error, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1339

| published : 14 november

| request : could i request an imagine w/ sukuna where itadori’s best friend is just so welcoming of sukuna and tries to include him when they do things? like they’re just hanging out and she goes “sukuna would you like to try this” and she holds up a piece of food to his cheek so sukuna can try it and it just warms the curse’s cold dead heart bc she’s genuinely trying <3

| barista’s notes : i kinda went a little off track with this imagine ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) and that you have an amazing day! please come back again soon ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

“You know, I think curses spirits have emotions”

“Mother, what in the world are you talking about? They don’t have feelings, they kill without remorse and try to gain power from their greed”

“Y/N dear, how are curses formed?”

“Negative emotions that results in cursed energy leaking from the bodies of humans”

“See ‘emotions’ is in the sentence dear”

“‘Humans’ mother, you forgot the word ‘humans’ was also in the sentence”

Back then you had no idea what your mother was suggesting or saying at that time. Curses having emotions? What was that all about? You knew from previous missions that some curses were intelligent from being able to take hostages to some being able to talk but other than that you still couldn’t comprehend what she was trying to communicate to you.

“You know the Legend of Sukuna?”

Looking up from your book, you stared at your mother - who was sitting on the opposite end of the room with a cup of tea in her hands - with a somewhat nonchalant but surprised expression on your face wondering why she brought up such a topic that was feared by most jujutsu sorcerers

“You used to tell me about it when I was younger, why are you bringing it up now?” you asked curiously, as you closed your book before gently placing it on your lap.

“We all know that the curse was a human before his fingers became cursed objects, don’t we? How do you think he felt when he was killed?”

You were about to answer her before you shut your mouth completely, not sure on how to even answer that question. How could you? No one knows the whole story to even come to a conclusion for that question, you have to interrupt the story in your own way to make one yourself? Wouldn’t he have been enraged when he was killed, annoyed at the fact that he lost in a way? Or was he unsettled? 

“Personally from my perspective, I think he would have been vexed at the fact that he somewhat lost, you mother?”

“I think the same as you, but I have a small feeling that he was upset for some reason, I’m not sure why though”

                                              ꕥ

You still have that assumption till this day. However, you were a little more open about your mother’s thoughts and took them into account sometimes when you were debating on the subject on your own. However, there was a slight shift in your opinion once Itadori Yuji unexpectedly came into your life.

The first time you meant the boy was when Gojo came back with him carrying him and Fushiguro back to Jujutsu high, confusing you completely on what was going on. For someone who was sent to just retrieve a cursed object, Fushiguro looked completely beat up and that worried you completely on what he had encountered during his time away. However, Gojo just couldn’t read the room.

“Yo Y/N, what is my favourite student doing at a time like this? It’s quite late you know,” he greeted you with a smile, before plopping Fushiguro on the ground.

“Sensei, now’s not the time to play with me, what the hell is going on?” you muttered annoyingly before using reserve curse energy to heal some of Fushiguro’s wounds.

After some time of your playful teacher explaining what was going on, you came to the conclusion that the boy ate the cursed object that Fushiguro was supposed to collect causing him to become Sukuna’s vessel as a consequence.

“So what you’re saying is that Fushiguro failed to get the object in the end,” you commented as you pointed at your close friend, leading to Gojo giving you an ‘okay’ sign telling you that you were technically correct.

“Was that all you got from the whole explanation Y/N?” Fushiguro irritatedly asked, causing you to lightly giggle before apologising to him.

                                              ꕥ

However, after that night, you made the decision to become friends with the teenager as you didn’t want him to feel completely isolated on his situation right now - he did leave everything behind to come to Tokyo - and with everything that was going to happen to him, you wanted him to live a happy life with people surrounding him before his execution after he ate all 20 fingers. What you didn't realise was this friendship would lead to you guys to have a sister and brother type of bond.

You and Itadori did everything together from going on missions together with Nobara and Fushiguro to randomly going out to do some shopping or showing him around Tokyo. As time went on, you decided to fully take in your mother’s opinion. You slowly included Sukuna in some of the activities that both of you would be participating in - usually this would involve you asking for his opinion on something, even if he sometimes gave a rude response.

“Do you think Sukuna is a pork or beef type of guy?” you randomly asked, as you lifted up your chopsticks that held a piece of cooked beef to Itadori’s cheek. “Sukuna, would you like to try this?” you kindly asked, leading to the curse to take a bite of the meat before his mouth disappeared like it didn’t appear in the first place.

“I never really asked, but why are you so kind to Sukuna? I mean he is a curse, after all, ain't sorcerers like you supposed to like, hate them?” Itadori asked in a confused tone, causing you to look up away from the meat that you were cooking to the boy that had asked you that question. 

To be honest, you weren’t so sure how to answer his question, just like the same situation that you were years ago when your mother asked you that question. How could you answer this time around? How could you answer this question now?

“Personally from my perspective, I guess I took in some consideration towards anyone’s emotions,” you casually answered, before going back to the meat that was cooking on the grill, leaving Itadori confused yet somewhat understanding what you were trying to say.

                                             ꕥ

Sukuna on the other hand was confused about what you were trying to interrupt to his annoying vessel as he sat quietly in his Innate Domain. Ever since the beginning of your friendship with Itadori, you had been nothing but kind-hearted toward him making him wonder what your intentions were from the start. However, over time he began to discover that’s what you were naturally. You were naturally just a kind-hearted person that was trying to become acquainted with him. You were generally trying.

It was hard to recall the last time he had someone to confide in - if there was anyone he even confided in at all - you were someone that took his emotions into consideration, you always question his reason for power, greed and destruction, instead of assuming that he was born with his sadistic nature. He still remembers that time you were able to somehow get close to him during his fight with Fushiguro and heal Itadori’s heart with no issues at all - making him intrigued on how powerful your reserve energy was. However, he remembers what you said to him as your hand was placed on top of the wound on his chest.

“Listen, I have no idea what caused you to become the man that you are today, I have no idea what pain you went through before your death 1000 years ago, I have no idea what you are feeling right now and I’ll try my best to understand” you quickly stated just as your curse began to revive his heart, “but right now, there is no way in hell am I going to let you kill Itadori, you got that Sukuna!”

That. That caused his cold empty heart to suddenly become warm.

Your kind-heartedness was the reason he began to reach out to you.

He wanted to cherish that trait of yours.

You were kind-hearted.