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zoro-sremedy · 2 days ago

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IF THIS WORLD WAS MINE!

If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire

Synopsis. You ran away from them after a stolen first kiss.

Including. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji, Shiu.

Risk assessment rated T. Make out and kissing, some teasing, nothing too wild I believe.

a/n: here's the text thread, always recommend reading it first!

FIRST KISS HEIST

GOJO SATORU—"SECOND TIME'S THE CHARM (AND A BIT HOTTER)"

You barely get the front door closed before there's a whoosh of cursed energy and Gojo's suddenly inside your apartment, glasses off, eyes glinting like mischief incarnate.

"You ran from me," he says, voice a little breathless with laughter. "You kissed me, then bolted like a tax collector."

You cross your arms, but your grin betrays you. "You ambushed me!"

"I kissed you." He steps closer, fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up. "And you liked it."

He's cocky. Unbearably smug. So why are your knees a little weak?

You try to sass him back—"Yeah, maybe I just tripped into it"—but he's already kissing you again. This time it's not so innocent. It's slower, deeper, a teasing press of his lips that dare you to keep up. And you do. Your fingers tangle in his hair before you even realize it.

When he pulls back, he's grinning, eyes heavy-lidded, voice low.

"Mmm," he hums, "told you I'd collect it. And this time, no take-backs."

You're blushing. Giddy. And thoroughly out of breath. "I hate how good you are at that."

He leans in again, this time trailing a kiss to your jaw, down your neck, murmuring, "And I haven't even gotten started…"

You gasp. "Gojo—"

"Too late. You kissed me. This is your fault."

You're half-laughing, half-melting as he walks you backwards to the couch, his grin wicked.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just gonna make sure you never want to run away again."

GETO SUGURU–"CAUGHT AGAIN"

He catches you again. Cornered in a quiet hallway after a long day, and for a second you think you can slide past him with a casual excuse and your dignity intact.

No such luck.

"You know…" Suguru murmurs, walking toward you with his hands lazily tucked into his coat pockets. "I was wondering if you'd ever come out of hiding."

You press your back to the wall, heart fluttering. "I wasn't hiding."

"Oh? So, you always disappear after a kiss? Should I expect that every time?"

"It wasn't just a kiss," you blurt out, flushing. "You… ambushed me."

"Ambushed?" His smirk grows. "Pretty, if that was an ambush, what I'm planning next is a full-blown siege."

Before you can retreat, his hands slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His thumb brushes your cheek. "Still shy?" he murmurs, dipping his head, voice soft but laced with heat. "Or should I kiss you until you forget how to be?"

You don't answer. You can't. He's already leaning in, slow enough to give you a choice–fast enough that you're dizzy with anticipation.

And when your lips meet this time, it's not tentative or quick. It's claiming. Your fingers curl into his shirt, and his mouth moves with practiced patience that drives you wild–warm, deep, devastating. His free hand cups the back of your head, keeping you close like he's starving and you're the only thing he wants to taste.

When he finally pulls away, you're breathless. He studies your lips like he just painted them himself.

"There," he says smugly. "Now you can go hide again. But I will find you."

Your knees wobble as you backpedal, trying to collect your soul off the floor. Geto just chuckles and leans against the wall, calling after you:

“Next time, don’t wear that lip gloss unless you want me to ruin it again.”

NANAMI KENTO—"YOU STARTED IT"

You kiss him in a moment of reckless courage, too quick and too soft—just a brush of your lips against his—and then, without even looking back, you bolt like your life depends on it.

Nanami doesn't chase you.

He just stands there, fingers still gripping the report you handed him, eyes narrowing like he's re-evaluating his entire day… and maybe his entire life.

And now, hours later, he finds you—curled up in the corner of the office lounge with a book you're definitely not reading.

"You forgot this," he says, holding out your water bottle.

You flinch. "Thanks."

A long pause. Then:

"Is it going to be like this every time?"

"…What?"

"The kiss," Nanami says evenly. "Do I need to prepare for whiplash every time you get bold?"

Your face burns. "I don't—I didn't mean to—It just kind of happened—"

He takes two stride toward you and you immediately tense, heart pounding in your chest like a fire drill.

"I didn't say I minded," he murmurs, gaze flicking to your lips. "But I think next time, you should stay."

Your breath catches when his hand grazes your cheek, thumb tracing lightly over your jaw. And when he leans in this time, it's not rushed or panicked. It's deliberate. Grounded. His mouth meets yours with quiet intensity, lips warm and sure and slow, like he's trying to memorize you.

You melt. Against his chest, into his kiss, into the space between you that suddenly feels infinite.

When he pulls back, his voice is a low rumble near your ear.

"No more running."

You nod weakly. "Okay."

"… Unless it's to my place."

"Nanami—"

He smirks. Just barely. But it's there.

FUSHIGURO TOJI—"COME BACK HERE"

The kiss happens fast. One second you're bickering, the next you're yanking his shirt down and kissing him. A heartbeat later, your eyes widen like you've just committed a felony. You gasp. And then you run.

"Toji, I—!"

You're gone before he can blink. And he just stands there, blinking slowly, like huh.

And then?

He grins.

"Cute," he mutters, cracking his neck. "She's lucky I love a chase."

—

He finds you ten minutes later, tucked behind a storage shelf in some deserted corridor like a gremlin.

He's quiet when he appears, leaning against the wall like he's got all the time in the world, arms crossed and that smirk carved right into his stupidly handsome face.

"You good?" he drawls. "Heart rate stable again? Wanna try that kiss one more time without running?"

You can feel the heat up to your ears immediately. "You weren't supposed to like it."

"Oh, sweets," he grins, walking towards you, eyes glinting, "you think I've been imagining not kissing you back?"

He corners you against the wall, forearms bracketing your head, his mouth dropping close to yours. "Next time you kiss me, you better be ready for what happens after."

You stammer something in defense, but it's lost the second he kisses you.

It's not soft. Not shy. It's him—hungry and dominant and possessive, one big hand gripping your thigh, the other tilting your jaw just the way he likes. You can barely keep up with the heat of it, the teeth, the tongue, the growl of his voice when you whimper into him.

"You got one chance to run," he murmurs against your mouth.

You don't move.

"Good choice."

SHIU KONG—"YOU KISSED ME AND RAN"

It happens like a car crash.

You're mid-argument—heated, flirty, whatever it is you and Shiu do that always ends in someone looking flustered and someone else looking smug—and suddenly… you snap.

You grab his collar, tug him in, and kiss him.

It's soft, surprisingly so. Warm. Real. And when you realize what you've done, you panic.

You bolt.

He doesn't even move—he just stands there, hand hovering near where you'd touched him, lips parted slightly in surprise. For once, Shiu Kong is speechless.

"…Huh."

—

You spend the next half hour spiraling in a quiet corner, texting him and threatening to change your name. So you don't hear him until he's right there again.

"Are you done being dramatic?" he asks, amused. "Or should I come back after you've faked your own death?"

You groan and hide your face. "You're not supposed to find me."

"Yeah, and you're not supposed to kiss me and run, but we're apparently both breaking rules today."

He's close. Too close. You feel the warmth of him before you see the glint in his eyes.

"I didn't plan it," you mutter. "I panicked."

He hums. "Well. Panic better next time."

Then he leans in—smooth, confident— and brushes his mouth over yours again. Slower. More controlled. The kind of kiss that makes you melt straight down to your knees.

He pulls back barely an inch. Smirks. "See? No running. Proud of you."

You smack his arm. He laughs, catching your wrist, stealing one more kiss like it's nothing.

But it's something.

Because Shiu doesn't kiss people twice unless he already sure he's going to want a third.

RYOMEN SUKUNA—"MINE, AND YOU KNEW IT"

You thought you could get away with it.

A soft, impulsive kiss. Heat of the moment. His mouth was right there, he was looking at you with that unholy, devastating hunger and you thought—

"Screw it."

So you kissed him. You kissed Sukuna.

And then—you ran.

But not fast enough.

The air feels different when he finds you—charged, violent, like the moment before lighting hits. You turn, heart pounding, and there he is. Eyes burning. Smirk razor-sharp. Power rolling off like a storm.

"You kissed me," he says, voice low and terrifyingly calm. "And ran."

"Sukuna, I—"

"No." He's in front of you now. One blink and your back's against the wall, his body towering yours, caging you, hand braced beside your head. "You don't get to run. You don't get to touch me like that and disappear."

"I panicked—"

"You know what you were doing," he growls. "You kissed me because you wanted to. Because you've been wanting to. And now—"

His mouth crash against yours.

It's nothing like the kiss you gave him. This one is brutal, consuming. He kisses like he wants to brand the memory into your bones. Tongue, teeth, a low growl vibrating in his throat as his hand fists in your shirt.

You're breathless when he pulls back. He's panting too, eyes blown wide and wild, lips slick from yours.

"You ever run from me again," he whispers, voice hoarse, "I'll make sure your legs never work after I'm done kissing you."

Your brain shorts out. Your knees wobble.

And Sukuna grins, feral. "That's better."

ITADORI YUJI—"RUNAWAY KISSER"

You don't mean to run after kissing him.

It just… happens.

One second, you're looking at his pretty mouth and laughing at his dumb joke, and the next—your lips are on his. It's sweet. Barely two seconds. But it's warm and real and Yuji blinks at you like you just granted him three wishes.

So you do what any sane, overwhelmed person would do.

You bolt.

But not fast enough.

Even after texting and running as fast as you can—he was right there. "HEY—" you hear behind you. "WAIT!! I WANNA KISS YOU TOO!!!"

You don't get far. Yuji's faster—of course he is. He catches up just as you read the stairs, and suddenly his arms are around you, spinning you into a squeaky little gasp-laugh before he sets you down.

His face is flushed pink, but his smile is pure sunshine.

"You kissed me," he says breathlessly. "I've been waiting for you to do that."

"I panicked," you mumble.

"I loved it," he beams.

And then he kisses you��fully, firmly, with both hands cupping your cheeks and a sweet little hum in his throat. Like he's been saving it. Like he's sealing a promise.

You melt. Instantly.

"You're not running again, right?" he asks as you lean into him.

"No," you whisper. "Definitely not."

"Good," he grins. "Because I have at least, like, twenty more kisses saved up."

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI—"CAUGHT YOU"

You weren't supposed to kiss him. You were just going to say good night.

But Megumi looked soft. He leaned against your doorframe, hair mussed, eyes heavy with sleep—and something in you jumped. A rush of affection. A surge of nerves. And suddenly you were kissing him—quick, tentative—

And running.

Not far. Just out the door. Down the hall. Heart thudding like a criminal while you hid behind a wall. You barely make it three steps further after the texts before a hand closes around your wrist.

"You're not getting away with that," Megumi says.

He doesn't sound mad. He doesn't even sound surprised.

You turn slowly, breath caught, eyes wide as his fingers slip from your wrist to your hand, tugging gently.

"You kissed me," he says quietly. "You don't get to vanish like that."

You open your mouth to apologize, to make a joke, to say anything—

But he's already kissing you.

And it's so different from yours. Slower. Intentional. His hand is on your waist, the other brushing your cheek, and the kiss deepens like he's waited forever for this moment. His lips part yours with a quiet insistence that makes your knees go soft.

When he pulls back, just barely, his voice is low against your lips.

"If you run again, I'm dragging you back."

"… Okay," you breathe.

"Good."

He kisses you again—this time with a smug little smirk that definitely means you're not going anywhere