KAMA SUTRA SESSIONS!
°â°âąàŒą â„ SYNOPSIS: When you get an appointment from a passing athlete who wants to better his game with women, who's better to answer the call than the resident sÄx therapist?
°â°âąàŒą â„ CW: 8.7k words, told in first person, sáșœx therapist!fem!reader, post timeskip!ushijima, not mentioned but ages are both 26, use of an oc, dialogue-heavy, pwp, peĆetration, cunnilÄ«ngus, fiĆgering, sqĂ»irting, implied size difference, unprotected
°â°âąàŒą â„ DEAR READER, FROM CHRIS: So this was inspired by my most recent field of study: s*x and the kama sutra. and from my research and thinking "hm, who would have an interest in this?" is how this fic came to be. hope you enjoy!
In the life as a sex therapist, thereâs some things that you hear, see, and even experience that add years to the career.Â
 At first, I thought it was going to be a failed business move, considering that sex is seen as a taboo topic by some. I mean, itâs a process as natural as birth but people shame it with such strong resentmentâŠlike itâs an unimaginable evil thatâs ruining the world.
I couldnât help but to think my discouragement was properly placed. I was in a town with families, retirees, no one that would really need my advice.
That âfailed business moveâ of a thought lasted all of a week.Â
Thanks to the small pickett signs I personally had made and placed around the office buildingâs parking lot and nearby plazas, I had clients booking with me by the hour.Â
Couples of all agesâsome married, some divorced, many singles, even polyamorous groupings contacted my office.Â
When people heard of a new sex therapist entering the area and started booking sessions with me, I could only wish to know what was going through their minds.
Iâve dealt with teary confessions about how wives have lost attraction for their husbands, husbands who come to terms with the fact that they donât know how to please their wives. Iâve even gotten singles whoâve come in just to make sure they still know how to perform in the bedroom.Â
In these past four years, Iâve learned that just because people shun the idea of sex and sexual education during the day, theyâll come on their hands and knees at night. Itâs been an interesting ride, but I can proudly say that Iâve helped many people in the area rekindle their sparkle and to finally achieve their goals with their partners.
The days Iâve spent at the office were nothing short of fulfillingâand today was supposed to be like no other.
Supposed to, of course.
My day started out like normal; waking up in my bed with my eyes fluttering open. The first thing I settled my hazy squint onto was the rays of sunlight peeking through my creme shutters, begging to illuminate my room.Â
I pried my hand from underneath my pillow to grab my phone off on my bedside table, the screen greeting me with a single message:Â
(1) VOICEMAIL FROM: Hana
Hana, my cheeky, bright-eyed, receptionist. She joined me when she was a freshman at the local community college, just taking classes until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Fast-forward to today, sheâs a fresh graduate with a bachelors in psychology.Â
Sheâs taken it upon herself to call her around 6 A.M every day with a debrief of the day ahead. When I asked her why she does it, the sweet girl simply told me the extra effort was the least she could do.Â
Since then, Iâve bumped her pay high enough so that she can support herself by herself and havenât pressed the topic a vowel further.
With my debriefing at hand, I sat up in my bed, sleep still lingering behind my eyelids. I have half a mind to cancel whatever appointments I have today and sleep just for an hour more. But when I looked down at the time on my screen, it was a reality I knew I couldnât afford.
9:00 A.M.
My office opened in an hour and my first appointment always starts at 10:30âŠbless me.
âOkay, Hana, letâs see what you have for me,â I mumbled as I clicked on the awaiting tab.Â
As my thumb pressed the play button, Hanaâs voice instantly became my background noise for my morning routineâwhich began in the bathroom for a shower.
ââMorning, Y/N! Hope you slept well! I have good news and bad news for you. And no, I canât give you the bad news first because itâs intertwined with the good news. So for starters, you have a light dayâone appointment! Bad newsâŠand this is a first for usâŠthis client booked you for a few hours.â
âHours?!? What the fuââ
Just hearing that made me pop my head from behind the glass shower door. Clients usually meet with me for an hour, an hour and a half if needed but hours???
âI know exactly what youâre thinking becauseâŠwhat the fuck?? But when I explain more about him, I think youâll be impressed.â
âOkay, youâve got a bit of a celebrity on your hands today. This one is Ushijima Wakatoshi. Heâs 26, a player for the Schweiden AldersâŠa professional volleyball team. Heâs playing a game against our national team and is gonna be in town for a few days. He booked with you because, and this is in his words, he says that heâs a little âawkward in the realm of love and wants to improve his social skills andâŠ.intimate skills.â He also sent over test resultsâŠheâs clean, just to let you know . SoâŠhave fun with this one!â
And just like that, Hanaâs cheery voice was reduced to naught, melding with the stillness of my bathroom.Â
I turned off the water, standing in a foggy haze. There was only one thought in my mind:Â
Well then, Ushijima WakatoshiâŠletâs start the day together right.
â§âââ  ïœĄïŸâ
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âHana! Oh my sweet flower, I brought your favoriteâȘ!â I sang, entering through the officeâs front door.
Hana lifted her head from behind the monitor, her bright smile complementing my own.Â
âAn omlettle with cheese and hash browns on the side?!?â She squealed, jumping from her seat.Â
âMhm! Enjoy!â
Before I could take a step further, Hana ran to greet me with a hug, her curly black hair dusting along my chest.Â
âThank you, Thank you!â She cheered, stepping back from me. She quickly took the stuffed brown bag from my hands before returning to her desk.Â
With a fading grin, I turned my attention down towards my top, a fitted rose dress shirt with just a few top buttons left undone. I wiped a few wrinkles away, shifting my attention down to my black pressed slacks that didn't face the same fate.Â
Still just as fresh and clean as when I left my apartment.
âSo,â I began as I walked towards Hana. âHow much do I have before our guest checks in?â
âMmm, about 20. But Y/NâŠheâs so hot! I looked him up and wow! LikeâŠIâm kinda confused how heâs having issues with girls. Iâm sure the women at his matches throw themselves at him,â Hana gushed between a bite of her omelette.
I leaned against the rim of the desk, resting my red leather purse and my hips along the surface.
âOh, you know how it goes. Looks can get you far, but itâs your words and actions that determine your success. I bet he does look good, but he probably needs more work on his confidence.â
âAh, true. Well, you go tidy up your office and Iâll run the vacuum out here in a few,â Hana said, her hand shooing me away.
I grabbed my bag and giggled, âOkay, okay! Butââ
I couldnât even finish my thought when the front door tolled open, gaining a stare out of Hana and me.
âUmâŠexcuse meâŠIâm here for Dr. L/N. I have an appointment at 10:30, but I just wanted to show up a little early,â the deep voice announced.
I turned my head to meet the owner behind such a voice, just for my eyes to be stunned at the sight.
A man, a tall one at that. He stood in the middle of the office with a straight face, staring back at Hana and I. His hair was a shade of brown unique to him only, brushed back to reveal his entire face. His features were strongâhis jawline sharp, his cheekbones high, brows trimmed and clean, his eyes glimmering like that of a polished citrine gem.Â
Hana was rightâŠhe really was something to marvel at.
He stood with his hands behind his back, impassively waiting for someone to replyâor not, he really seemed unbothered.
I didnât even need to guess what his physique could be underneath such proper garb. Those muscles werenât shy of peeking beneath the navy suit he wore. The white dress shirt beneath was crisp, and no tie was in sight âwhich I guess is casual to him.
I bit my lip softly, Iâve never been intimidated by a man before, but this one made my face swell with a wafting heat. So this is Ushijima WakatoshiâŠthe name fits him perfectly.
Nonetheless, I had a job to do.
I rolled my shoulders back and began a few short steps towards him, the click of my heels slienced against the plush sage green carpet.Â
There I was, standing before him. My height met him just beneath his collarâand thatâs thanks to my heels. I held my hand out to him, my glossed lips curling into a rich smile.Â
âMr. Ushijima, itâs so nice to meet you! Iâm Dr. L/N, but Y/N works just fine. This is Hana, my lovely receptionist.â
His hand was rough and worked, but slid against my palm like butter, his warmth melding into my touch. His thumb sat past my own, the rough pad swiping ever so softly along my skin. When my eyes finally eased from their shared smile as my lips, I couldnât look away from him.Â
His own gaze was captivating, almost entrapping me in a trace of just him and I. I watched as his lips curled into a faint smile, a brief flash of white meeting my eyes.
âOh, Y/N, itâs wonderful to meet you! Please, feel free to call me Ushijima or Wakatoshi! Iâve been waiting for this appointment for a while now..Â
He broke away from our contact to give his attention to Hana, waving to her with his other hand.
âAnd itâs nice to meet you too, Hana! Thank you for your hard work!â
I didnât need to look back to know the look on Hanaâs face: sheâs a flustered mess with her tongue caught in a shudder.
âO-OhâŠthanks, sir! Itâs not without Y/N, though. I c-can tell you that youâll be inâŠgreat hands!.â
Ushijima turned his sights back towards me, that muted curl of his lips growing into a full-bodied smile at last.Â
âI sure hope so.â
I gave Ushijima one last smile before taking my hand away from his, my hands clasping together.Â
âLetâs begin! Iâll bring you back and weâll get on,â I announced, turning away from Ushijima.Â
As I passed by the desk, I grabbed my bag and gave Hana a swift smirk, one she returned with a wink.Â
Ushijima and I descended down the hall until we arrived to a room a door down from my office, room 165.
I turned the doorknob as I leaned against the white door, âCome on in.â
Ushijima nodded as he passed me, the faint scent of his cologne whisked past my nose. Itâs richâbergamot, some sage, amber, and even a hint of vanilla. Thatâs a good mix, and his body isnât rejecting it, a man who knows his signature scent is a rare one these days.
The room I bought us to was of decent sizeâabout the size of a childâs bedroom. The walls were handpainted by Hana and I some years ago, a soft peach with white carpeting. The furniture was all espresso colored, from the two leather seats that faced one another, the coffee table between the two, and the bookshelf that stood against the window.
It was a pretty comfy room, one that many current and past clients raved about.Â
âPick your side and get comfortable, weâre gonna be here awhile,â I teased, closing the door behind me.Â
âI must apologize for that. I heard about you some time ago during a tournament and Iâve always wanted to have a sit down with you. And since I donât come to the States often, I thought it was best to have an ample amount of time with you,â Ushijima confessed as he settled into the leather arm chair.
I followed suit, placing my bag onto the table as I sank into the seat.Â
âOh, donât apologize! Youâre actually my only client today, so we can take up all day if need be. I want you to leave here confident and more sure of yourself. Which brings me to my first questionâŠâ
I folded my legs over one other, resting my hands within my lap. My eyes settled over Ushijima, not with the same set that marveled at him just minutes before. This time, I excused his attraction for purpose, preparing myself to ask the timeless question:
âWhat brings you in today?â
Ushijima brought himself to sit up in his seat, his large hands drifting to brace his clothed thigh.
âWell, put shortlyâI wanna get better with women. I canât talk to them, and then I see my teammatesâthey can strike up a conversation with them so easily. And women do talk to me, but itâs just notâŠoh how can I put thisâŠwith substance?â
âWhat do women say to you?â I asked, leaning back into the couch.
âJust talk about my looks, or how impressed they are. Iâve heard it one too many times, it gets tiring. I know theyâre just trying to make conversation with me by complimenting me, but those things just bore me. My teammates love that kind of attention, but it all seems pointless to me.â
âAnd why is that?â
âBecause,â Ushijima sighed. âItâs just going to go nowhere. Iâm not into hooking up, the thought bores me honestly. I mean, I feel that you donât get the best of someone after one night, especially if your goal is just sex.â
âSo then Ushijimaââ
âWakatoshiâŠplease call me, Wakatoshi,â Ushijima intervened, a feeble smile creeping onto his face.
âOkayâŠWakatoshi, call me Y/N. Doctor is just too formal for me,â I added. âBut it still begs the question, Wakatoshi: What are you looking for?â
âAs in my romantic goals or my type?âÂ
âBoth work perfectly! Your interests do tie into your romantic goals,â I informed him.
Now, itâs so unbecoming of me to ask a client what their type isâŠbut Ushijima is such a special case that Iâll overlook just this once.
After posing the question to him, Ushijima took a moment of silence to ponder, his eyes narrowing down on me.
âMy type isâŠsmart. Really smart. A put together woman with a good sense of humor. Iâm more on the rigid side but I do appreciate a woman who can find joy in things. Her beauty goes without saying, so basicallyâa woman of substance.â
âOkay, soundsâ
âWhatâs your type?â
Just the query to catch me off my guardâŠand pique my interest. In all my years, Iâve never had a client return any of my questions to me; I didnât think Ushijima would be the first.Â
My cheeks flickered with heat, but I found comfort within the moment by biting my tongue softly. My eyes were pinned on him, Ushijima still wearing that blank yet firm expression on his faceâ neutral eyes, brows stilled and his mouth free of any curl or twitch.
Just a peaceful face behind a stinging question.
âI donât see how that mattersâŠ?â I said, staring at Ushijima through a razor-sharp squint.
âBut it does matter. Itâs not a hard question unless you make it one,â he continued. âWhatâs your type of man, Y/N? Itâd be nice to know, since weâre gonna be here awhile together.â
A grin perked up onto his lips, the cracks of pearly white teeth breaking onto the scene.
 âCanât I ask you some questions too?â
My lips broke apart between a brewing sigh, the tip of my tongue pressed against the gummy flesh of my cheek. I canât deny him to be honest, we are stuck here for some time, and this session couldnât continued as a one sided conversation forever.
âAlright, my typeâŠmy typeâŠ. I like a tall man, a nice athletic build, keeps himself well kept. As far as personality: smart, kind, respectful, responsible, and thoughtful. Thoughtfulness, however, is a big one for me. Itâs nice to know you mean so much to someone that they would take actions out of that place of love. Thatâs quite admirable in my eyes.â
There was an air of silence between Ushijima and I. He sat still and I did the same. Our eyes hadnât broken from each other either, yet the softening hues of olive green made me feel calm beneath Ushijimaâs gaze.Â
But this was an appointment, not a staring contest. I was the first to break the silence.
âA-hem..Um⊠well, I digress, letâs continue,â I choked out.Â
I broke the eye contact Ushijima and I worked so hard to maintain with a simple blink, searching for the next territory of topic to enter.Â
âSo where did weâtalked about typesâŠbut thatâs not exactly helpful in the slightest. I know you wanted to address conversation too, but can you explain a little bit more?â
Ushijima nodded calmly, but that wasnât all I got from him. Vunerabilty was one hell of a feeling, and it dusted the highs of his cheeks red. And as his skin began to run hot, Ushijima himself grew antsy, his hand coming to rub at the nape of his neck.Â
ButâŠit was cute to me. The emotions I see on a daily basis are pride, sadness, angerâbut embarrassment is a rare one that I can always appreciate.Â
 âIâŠI donât know how to flirt. Itâs always awkward and I honestly feel stupid,â he mumbled, his stare pinned down at his pants.Â
âI hear you,â I consoled, a faint smile crowding at my lips.
âItâs such an unspoken realm that everyone is expected to know how to do but with no explanation. Flirting is something that is also unique to each person. It can be acts of kindness, giving compliments,âor the complete opposite. Some people like to tease, play rough, or even act cold as a form of flirting.â
Ushijima followed along with me, nodding his head every so often.Â
âSo then, what is the best way of flirting?â He asked.
âWell, I canât say. â
âLet me rephrase,â He interjected. âWhat would a man have to do or say to you in order for you to be interested in him?â
âWit.â
âWit?â
âYeah, I love witty, intelligent conversations. It could be anything and Iâll find interest in it. Just being able to express your intelligence to meâwhether it be on topic you know or asking questions, I love it all. I guess to keep it short, the mind and how a man expresses his knowledge is what gets me interested.â
The presence of a faint grin lit up Ushijimaâs face.
âThatâs what it takes, hmâŠâ
An air of enticement bled into the room and it shamefully claimed me as its victim. Iâll admit, Iâve never had a client as interesting as Ushijima. Aside from his genuine intrigue about sex and the ways of courting, he seems to have something more on his mindâand I wanted to know every single detail. But he plays along too well, thanks to that blank expression he wears so proudly. But he slipped up with that damn grin, now itâs my turn to play the next hand.Â
I placed my hand on the open cushion beside me, the tips of my fingers drumming along the leather surface.
âCome sit, letâs do an exerciseâŠjust so it really sinks in. Maybe youâll be able to use this as reference for the next lady that catches your eye.â
And just like that, Ushijima was swift to oblige. I was hooked on the sight of him standing from his seat, his hand toying with the buttons of his blazer. The white dress shirt he wore was finally revealed to me, the subtle hints of his muscular frame peeking through.Â
His steps were calm and controlled, carefully trudging around the glass coffee table. Ushijima held himself with a confidence unmatched to any man Iâve met thus far. He was interesting to observe, and even more fun to tease. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât interested in seeing how far we could go, all kinds of thoughts were plaguing my mind.Â
As he stood over me, I had to bite back a smile, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.Â
This was turning out to be an interesting session, after all.
Ushijima placed himself on the couch at an armâs length away, leaving an untasteful gap amongst us. Yet when my eyes had fallen on his stoic face, the manâs fair skin was budding with the innocence of pink.Â
âWell donât be shy, Wakatoshi,â I cooed. My hand patted at the spot just beside my thigh, hinting for him to move closer.Â
âWe are here together for quite some time, might as well getâŠa little close.â
With a firm nod, Ushjima bridged the gap between strangers to acquanitances among us, his body now resting snug at my side. He had yet to face me, as if he was embarrassed to do. I noticed that he kept his hands in his lap, his digits nervously fiddling around.Â
I reached over to his hand, softly grazing along the back of his hand to ease his worries.
âUshijima? You ready? We donât have to do this, if youâre not comfortableââ
âNo, letâs do it,â he huffed, his body turned towards me. âWhat kind of exercise are we doing?â He asked, turning his body to face me.
âGreat! For the exercise, letâs pretend weâre meeting atâŠoh, I dunno, a bar. Do your best to try and ask me out on a date.â
âUmâŠY/NâŠyou do realize that the fact that I canât ask anyone on a date is why weâre here, right?â
âYesâŠI do, thank you for that. Use your imaginationâa bar has ambiance lighting, soft music, drinks on rotation, play on the environment, and make a good impression, okay?â
Ushijima sat in silence for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the seconds passed. I could assume that he was thinkingâreally thinking at that.Â
I almost pulled into my own daze of boredom, the color of the walls catching my eyeâuntil the quiet mumble of his voice broke the stilled air.Â
âWellâŠwhat do you drink at a bar?â
I tucked my leg beneath me as I shifted myself to give Ushijima my full and undivided attention. He mirrored me, turning so that we were both facing one another. Yet again, our eyes locked, unwilling to falter from the view we had of one another.
âI usually go for a glass of wine, Iâm not a fan of heavy liquor.â
âWineâs a good choice. Are you someone who pairs wine with food?â
I shook my head, âNot really. But, I do know that red wine goes best with some fruits, chocolate, and steak. RosĂ© goes best with grilled vegetables or salmon, and white is the best of both worlds.â
âOh really?â Ushijima hummed. âI never realized wine could be so specific. Since you know so much, why not put your knowledge to the test?â
âAnd how are we gonna do that?â
A soft smile grew across Ushijimaâs lips. He seemed to relax a bitâhis shoulders laxed, his side now resting against the couchâs back cushions, he even shifted a bit closer to me too; all of which made me ease up too. I wasnât feeling as guilty as I was beforeâif anything, I was pleased with the way our exercise was going.
Ushijima has such a nice, easy voice that greets the ear so kindly, and his eyes were just so alluring to stare into, I could sit here for hours just watching how his moss green hues catch the light of every hour. Not to mention that the scent of his cologne was finally welcomed into the scene, just wafting past my nose every so often.Â
He had all the making of an ideal guy, so why isnât heâ
âI know a place near here, a nice restaurant with a wine cellar in the basement,â he led on. â They have collections that date back years, and from what I know, the darker the wine, the richerâŠno, the sweeter it drips on the tongue. Iâd like to hear your thoughts in aâŠprofessional setting, if you may.â
âIâd like that,â I nodded, a curling grin consuming my senses. âIâm sure youâd have some thoughts to tell me too.â
Ushijima shrugged, his hand coming to brace the pulse of his neck. âHonestly, thereâs a lot on my mind I could tell you so much right now, but thenâŠwellâŠwe might not make it to the restaurant. And Iâm just dying to pour you a glass of wine, soâŠfor now Iâll be paitent.â
I pushed my lips into a wading pout. I could feel my eyes softening beneath his gaze. He could find the time to tease me back while flustered like thisâŠinteresting.
âAnd what if I donât have the same patience?â I pried, a sly smirk pressed onto my lips.
Thatâs when Ushijima sealed the end of our improv scene, bringing his hull of a body to overshadow my own. His lips came to fill the shell of my ear with an esteemed chuckle. His breath painted against my skin, awakening my nerves to greet him. I was helpless, at his every whimâand not a fiber in me wanted it any other way.Â
âThen Iâll just have to tease you âtil you breakâŠright?â
He drew himself back gradually, our dilated eyes catching sight of each other once more. I was at a loss for words, my lips agape beneath the heat of shock. At that moment, all I could think about what would followâhis lips crashing into mine, his hands bracing every curve of my body. I wanted to be under him, to have to stare up into those eyes to plead for relief from the stirring heat flaring about my body.Â
But then again, this isnât some magic fairytaleâŠitâs an appointment.
âHow was that?â He asked, his words breaking my sinful chain of thought.Â
âGood,â I complimented, hiding my roused thoughts behind a smile. âYouâll most definitely get a date like that.â
âWell, I might have gotten the date, but I wanna be able toâŠyâknowâŠâ
âTo what, Ushijima? You gotta be a little more clear than that,â I smirked.Â
His skin began to flush itself of its tan shade in lieu of the trickles of rose dotting the highs of his cheek.Â
âToâŠplease a woman.â
âPlease? LikeâŠplease and thank you? I hate speaking in codeâŠespecially in a professional setting.â I continued to press.Â
If I had known he was so shy towards the topic of sex earlier, then we wouldâve been able to ease into it. But for him to tease me like thatâŠitâs only fair I return the gracious favor.
Ushijimaâs eyes shot wide, a gasp breaking his lips apart. He was reluctant, but he gave in, biting at his bottom lip.
âFineâŠI wanna know how to be good at sexâŠhappy?â
âOh, well to be good at sex is just the same as being a good lover. And I can show you how with thisâŠ" I trailed off.
 I quickly rose from my spot on the couch, setting my sights on my bookcase. A few steps brought in front of the shelved plethora of knowledge, eyes searching for the spine of the book needed for the moment.
"Ah! Here we are," my hand plucking out the book from its peers.Â
âThisâŠis the Kama Sutra. Itâs an ancient Indian text written by the Hindu philosopher, VÄtsyÄyana Mallanaga; that explains how both men and women can lead rich sexual and social lifestyles. The Kama Sutra has become associated with sex positions over the years, but it doesnât make it a heavy presence within the book.â
I returned to Ushijimaâs side, seating myself beside him with the book in tow. I rested the Kama Sutra on his lap, allowing him to absorb the famed text. I watched as his eyes flitted about the cover, tracing every word to be found.
âWanna flip through it?â I suggested, softly tugging at the book cover.Â
âYeah,â Ushijima nodded. âIâm interested.â
From the moment I opened the book, Ushijima and I were bound by the knowledge of the old world. The pages were written in english, yet the message was something that transcended all known languages. I went on to explain to him how the kama sutra devled into how sex between two lovers should be enjoyable for everyone, and how the pleasure of the woman would lead to ultimate satisfaction for both parties.
Though Iâve read it before for papers, presentations, and even for my dissertation, reading it with Ushijima was an experience that struck the strings of my heart in a special way.Â
Maybe it was becasue he expressed a genuine interest in the questions he asked. Or maybe it was the cute reactions he made when things finally clicked. Or maybe it was the plain fact that I had someone beside me to read it with for once.Â
From time to time, I took a few moments to study Ushijimaâs reaction to his answered questions. He would blink a few times, as though he had to internalize all of what was said. Then, heâd peered over to me with a smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
Our chase of knowledge led us to the chapter on positions, the pageâs title calling for Ushijimaâs attention to be riled.Â
âThis chapter looks short. Where are the positions?â
âWell, the Kama Sutra actually doesnât have any positions, it gives advice on how to select and personalize positions between lovers.â
âHuh,â he huffed. ââŠand what does that look like?
âWant me to show you?â
A blanket of silence fell over him, and heâs back to wearing that blank, sedated look on his face.
Damn, was that too strong? It was a little forward but I know itâs nothingâ
âIf itâs not too muchâŠIâd be honored.â
âWell, then,â I grinned as I placed the book atop of the glass tabletop. âLetâs get started.â
Ushijimaâs hand nuzzled along my waist, guiding me over his lap to straddle him.
âYou can just sit right on me, I think weâre getting a little closer, yeah?â
âI think we are, but we can get closer too, yâknow.â
âAnd can we do that?âÂ
With that burning question of his, I was forced to bear the weight of what lust looks in his eyesâhis pupils dilating, his eyelids growing heavy, and a mischievous smirk tracing his lips.Â
âDo you wanna be on top?â I quizzed, toying with the top button of his dress shirt.
âWell Iâm just here to observe, so I think you should be on top,â he said, leaning back against the couch. He brought me down with him, his hands nestled along my lower back. Just like that, my chest was smothered against the tauntingly chiseled mass of his own.Â
My hands languidly skimmed along the face of Ushijimaâs shirt. He held still as my touch consumed him and his senses whole, his lungs coaxed into a steam of shaky shallow, breaths.Â
âYâknow, we have to find a way to make this position our own, make sure we fit each other just right,â I hummed, draping my arms along his broad shoulders. I lowered myself further into his groin, pressing up against something hardâŠand twitchy.
Thatâs when I felt it, a thick bulge nested right between Ushijima and I.Â
Men are so easy, itâs so cute.Â
That stoic face of his was cracking right before my eyesâhis eyes screwed shut, lips stunning with a puffy pout, his cheeks brushed with the innocent hues of blush. He looked so lost in his own heat, desperately squirming for a remedy.Â
âOh my-fuck, Y/N. What do you want from me? Iâll do anything, just say the word!â
I brought my thumb to tug along the plush of Ushijimaâs bottom lip, his glossed skin clinging to my touch.
âAww, whereâs the patience you had earlier? I thought you were gonna tease me? But seeing you like thisâŠitâs a good look on you too, Wakatoshi.â
A gentle grin eased itself into Ushijimaâs features, fueled by the same salacious nature dotting his eyes. His hold over me shifted, his hand slipping down to grasp at the thick curve of my ass. He even found the chance to snake his hand between us to cup at the underside of my thigh. He kept me near, forcing his chest to curl into mine as he sat up once more.Â
âI can guarantee you one thing, Y/N.â Ushijima huffed, his heavy eyes peering up at me.Â
âOh, and whatâs that?â
âAfter me, you wonât ever need another lover.â
My hazy stare fluttered between his eyes and his lips, capturing the sight of It was almost likat was all I needed to finally be sealed beneath his trance. And because of that, I was able to press a soft peck onto Ushijimaâs lips, breaking away just to whisper words of encouragement for his racing mind to catch.Â
âThen prove it.â
Sharing my spite, Ushijimaâs lips bared one final smirk before crashing against my own. His kiss told me all I needed to knowâsoft, puffy, and clinging to my own. The supply curves of his lips caught every pushing tide I offered, ignithing a ravenous intent deep within us both.Â
His hands roamed over my body, claiming every curve, every inch of me for his taking. Itâs dizzying to have him like this, a nonchalant man turned hungry for every crumb to offer. He was getting restless, his hips bucking for friction all over again.Â
Maybe I was so focused on how dumb his lips had driven me or his hands tracing my body like a sculpture to his sculpture, but how he managed to have me pinned beneath him and smothered into the leather cushion is a mystery to me alone, but I wasnât about to complain.Â
How could I when he smothered me beneath the thick of his chest, sending my head into a dizzied frenzy But with the way his lips carried such care to dance with mine was enough for me to forgive him for being so needy. The same needyâno, greedy nature made him take control without any room for debate, and I surely wasnât planning on starting anything I couldnât finish.
âMm, Y/N?â He mumbled, breaking our kiss.
âHm?"
âIf I remember correctly, didnât the book say I should make you cum a few times? Through your pleasure, I'll find mine right?"
"Look at you, guess you really are learning. I think it did...so what are we gonna do about that?"
I didnât need to hear the words to know what he had planned. I lifted my hips to help him, his hands stripping me free of my pants.Â
Ushijima slotted himself between the couch and the table, clutching at my waist from below.Â
His arms hooked around my thighs, his hands resting within the crease of my thighs, his filled palms squeezing at the plush fat. He seemingly ignored the fact that my underwearâthe most annoying fact to existâwas still on.
Until his fingers began to trace along the pink lace. Slowly, carefully, and lazily he dragged the pad of his digit all over my panties, feeding some new whim of his.Â
I watched him for a while as he led with his own agenda. Until I couldnât sit still without some answer.Â
âArenât you forgetting something?â
âAm I?â He retorted, his eyes darting to meet mine.
His touch burned with the thrill of tease as he gradually followed the edges towards the inseam of my panties. The pad of his middle finger was all he relied on as he carefully traced the puffy lips of my pussy.Â
His finger sunk between my clothes lips, just for his discovery to be rewarded with the bud of my clit. Thatâs when Ushijima pinned his stare on me, antagonizing me into a game of endurance.Â
Those aimless strokes turned into a series of sloppy circles, Ushijima claiming my clit as his latest victim in his game of taunts.
A whine cracked from behind my lips, something was stirring deep within me. Heâs just teasing me but yet it was enough for my legs to tremble and my core to grow heavy with desire. How the fuck was he doing this to me?
A sigh from Ushijima broke my train of jumbled thoughts, bringing me back into the hellish scene.Â
His breath fanned over the supple skin of my inner thigh, the heat inducing tremors to rake through my limbs.Â
âAw, Iâm making a mess, â Ushijima sighed. âOh well.â
He drew himself back from me, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. He plucked his shirt open one button at a time, stopping just midway of his chest.Â
I closed my legs, allowing him to tug my soaked pink pantiesf rom beneath me and off somewhere in the room. Ushijima returned to his post between my thighsâprying my legs apart for him to fill once again. His heavy arms curled around my thighs, his cheek nuzzled against the plumped skin.Â
My face swelled with heat as he continued his marvels, his hand cupping my cunt. His thick fingers settled against my lips, spreading the fat supple mounds apart for him to see.Â
âOh, Y/NâŠâ He mumbled, pulling my hips closer to his awaiting tongue.Â
A scattered sigh tore out from Ushijimaâs mouth, tickling my bare pussy with its heat.Â
His heavy eyes were pinned to the raw sight he created of my pussy. I watched as his sights flickered over the scene, enticing his teeth to digging into his bottom lip. Determination painted his face with its fierce hues that it even fanned over to me. Iâve never had a man look at my cunt with such passion. It was enough for me to even succumb to the heat of it all.Â
âMm, fuck. Just lemmeâŠâ Ushijima trailed off mindlessly.Â
Before he could even finish his thought, his lips were already busy with peppering kisses along my dewed folds. Kisses that were wet, sloppy and kiss carried the sweet, lewd cries of Ushijima coaxing my clit to join in his dance for two.
Itâs filthy the way Ushijima works at my clitâhis tongue lolls about my clit lazily, leaving glimmering soapy trails of spit to drip past my folds.
Every lash he delivers is a thoughtful one; the warm, soft flat of his tongue dragging against the puffy pearl, the sticky mess heâd made out of my clit clinging to the grooves of his tongue.
His lips are like velvet, left plump by the kisses weâd given on each just moments before. And to have those same luscious lips envelope my clit into a world that was nothing short of dizzying.Â
Just the thought of his ministrations alone left my clit spry, the bundle of nerves twitching within the confines of Ushijimaâs sloppy mouth. He busied himself with a soporific rhythm, suckling at the rathe bud just for kicks.
Ushijima peered at me through dilated pupils, those olive hues flickering all about my face. I couldnât imagine the sight he had of me being committed to memory: puffy lips spilling with drool, close eyes screwed shut, and crude, whimsical curses ripping from my mouth.Â
âMmhm, talk to me, Angel. feels good?â
âMm, yesyesyes! Oh fuck, just like that Ushijima!â my voice weakly keened.Â
Awe glistened in my eyes as I watched him, mindlessly chasing an orgasm for my body to revel in. Yet, my drowsy lids were pinned to his jaw, bearing the weight of his hunger. Something came over me, a sense of adoration. So, I reached out to cup his jaw, grazing along what worked so hard to pull an orgasm out of me.Â
My thumb settled along the highs of his cheek, stroking at his flustered skin. Heâs doing such a good job on my behalf, how couldnât I thank him?
âOh, thatâs it. Yâre doing a good job, Ushijima,â I praised, sharing a weak grin.Â
âOh, Iâm not done with you yet, pretty girl,â he chuckled softly.
In place of his lips, Ushijima brought a single digit nip at my entrance. He drew lazy circles around my slit, prepping me for whatâs to come.
Heâs gentle, easing barely half an inch of his digit inside. My walls grew lax for Ushijima, sucking his long thick fingers to fill my pussy.
He made me so sensitive that just off that, I was whimpering out babbles to fall on no oneâs ears in particular. Yet Ushijima still took heed to be kind with me.
âShhh, just take me, baby. âm gonna go as slow as you want me to,â he assured.Â
I didnât feel his hand move from my thigh, but it did, reaching out for my own. Through my drunken senses, I managed to welcome his hand into mine, our fingers folding over one another. Â
Bit by bit, Ushijimaâs finger filled my gummy walls. He really was gentle, moving when my walls were lax and willing. He drove his finger to the hilt, only to slowly pull his digit back.
âOhâŠfuckkkâŠsâ pretty,â he slurred, passing a glance back towards me.Â
âTell me where you want me.â
âJust curl your finger up--- oooh fuck!â I mewled, tossing my head back against the couch.
My hands followed suit, splitting away from Ushijima to grip along the couchâs frame behind my head. When I had Ushijima in my sights again, it wasnât without a smug grin crowding his visage.
âSoâŠis it here?â Ushijima asked, the pad of his digit lightly pulsing at my sweet spot.
âMhm, right there. Just keep doing that.â
âAww, Y/N, you shouldnât have told me thatââm gonna have fun with you now.â
Ushijima snickered as he returned to my clit, inviting the perked bud to melt over his tongue all over again. I trembled at the combined notions, sending an arch to overwhelm my spine.
âW-Wait, UshiâThatâs too much, âm already so close!â
Ushijima merely nodded, my words essentially falling onto deaf ears. Electricity licked all throughout my body, sending twitches to rattle my weak legs. I couldnât take it, Ushijimaâs finger toying with my sweet spot, he was setting me on course for the high of my life.Â
âW-Wakatoshi! Toshiâfuck, âm cumming!â I cried, my lungs grasping for what air could enter.Â
Ushijimaâs finger plugged itself at my core, bringing a seizing crash to break over my body. Every ounce of me held firm, shivering to bear the weight of my chased high. My hips waved against the pad of his digit, riding out the end of my ecstasy off whatever friction would be found.Â
Ushijima withdrew his finger from my cunt, leaving my poor hold bare and gaping for something else to fill me. He brought that sullied digit straight to his mouth , sucking my honey off his fingers as he gleamed over me. Sporadic breaths chimed through the sex-stained air, my chest buckling to keep up with me.
âThatâs a good girl,â Ushijima cooed. âCumming so hard for me. Look at what you did to me.âÂ
Ushijima stood from my legs, his hand racing to grip at his crotch. And he was rightâhis pants were strained thanks to his bulge, the fabric just barely holding itself together. But what caught my attention was the bubbly mess of precum foaming through his slacks.Â
âDidnât even touch me and you made me cum, should be proud,â he chuckled.âBut thatâs fine, weâre evenâŠfor now.â
âAnd what does that mean?â I asked, shifting myself to lay along the couch.Â
âLetâs find out what I mean together.â
Ushijima quickly stripped himself of his clothes coaxing me to strip of whatever clothing was left on me as well. As he removed his clothing, my eyes hinged on his bare bodyâtaut muscles highlighted his towering frame. Heâs ribbed with strength chiseled to suit his build.
A thick trail of faint brown hair from his belly button guided down to the sight resting between his legs. Heâs big, cock so heavy with lust that it needed no help to rise on its own. His cock was topped by a thick, fat reddened bulb, dribbling with glossy tears. His length was tanned, adorned with veins from the poor pressure building at his core. I watched as Ushijima settled himself between my legs, his dick slapping down against my tummy.
"See? Look how deep I'm gonna go," he smirked, his hand gripped at the base of his cock.
I laid my head on the couchâs armrest, lying in wait for Ushijima's next move.Â
Ushijima placed his painfully hard cock to lay within my folds, my clit smothered beneath the weight.Â
âIâm gonna go slow, okay?"
I nodded as I peered down to watch Ushijima nudged at my hole with the head of his cock, slowly prying my slit to greet his girth.Â
âFuhâpretty pussyâs taking me in already. Griping me sâ fucking tight,â Ushijima seethed, his hands griping along the couchâs cushions. Â
My walls supplied Ushijimaâs cock with gushing kisses, fluttering about his throbbing length. He kept working to bury himself to the hilt, dipping his hips to engulf my senses with nothing but himâhis scent, his ardor, his fat bulbous heat fixated on digging out my cunt.
âYâre so big, Toshi! Fuck, go deeper!â
âNuh uh, âUshijima tutted as his eyes came to a screwed shut. âDonât be so greedy, Baby. I got you, justâŠâshitâfeel me, okay? His honeyed voice whimpered.Â
I nodded softly, watching as Ushijimaâs hips finally granted my wish. I couldnât help but squeeze him in place, my walls fluttering around him. He was just so huge, filling out every inch of my pussy like it was nothing. My lashes grew heavy from the bubbling sear of tears lining my eyes. This painâan intoxicating stretch sent me down a spiral of, being so full like this by Ushijima was something I was enthralled by the feeling of being so full and stretched around him.Â
Ushijima took notice too as he looked down at the unfolding scene.Â
âAw look, you took every inch! âm s-soâŠproud of you,â Ushijima huffed out.Â
He leaned over me, pressing his chest flush against my own, resting his forehead within the crook of my neck. He brought his world crashing into mine, the heat of our bodies melding into one. I could even sense his heartbeat, thumping a languid aria into my skin. All I wanted to do was hold him, to have this moment last for as long as we could. But considering the throbbing mess heâd been reduced to, lust reigned over all other senses.
âIâm gonna start moving,â Ushijima mumbled into my dewed skin. âJustâŠtalk to me, Princess. Just wanna see that face when you cum for me againâŠso fuckinâ bad.âÂ
He reeled his hips back weakly, striping my walls of the salacious fill of him. He drew himself just enough to have the tip just barely slipping from out of me, only for him to stuff every inch of him to the hilt.Â
âT-Toshi! Ohmygosh!â I squealed, sending my hands to brace along the thick of his forearms.Â
âI-I know. âm sorry! H-Here, gonna kiss it all better,â Ushijima groaned, his lips sloppily crashing into mine.Â
Through all this, Ushijimaâs hips rocked gently, working a cadence just for me. Slow yet deep allowed the red, weeping bulb of his cock to chip away at my need for dominance. Each reel of his cock enticed my walls to ease in his care, granting him to move that much quicker.Â
And within those passing moments, the quiet squelches erupted into the lewd cymbals of clashing skin breaking into the air. Ushijima drove his cock to the hilt with ease.Â
The same fate befell him, his quiet and restrained grunts now morphed into quivering sobs. His lips now dressed a heavy pout, dripping with his spit and carrying his weary words.
âKeep squeezing like that ând Iâm gonna cum."
âM-Me too, Toshi! Iâm so close!â
I perched myself onto my elbows, urgent to close the valley left to exist between our two worked bodies.Â
Not a word had to fall from my lawless tongue for Ushijima to soothe my wants. He leaned in, hunching over to blur our worlds into one. His hand snaked around to brace the nape of my neck, bestowing a gentle grip over me just to keep me close. He pressed his forehead flush against my own, beads of sweat dotting my skin.
Our lips remained poised in the heat of our budding passion, catching every whimsical babble we had to each other..
I couldnât resist smothering him in a kiss, lazily catching every moan to ring from his chest. He was working so hard on my behalf, driving himself mad, sweaty, and depleted just to please meâoh, how lucky was I?
He broke away from our messy kiss, muttering some mantra that seemed to grasp his concern more.
He retreated back onto his haunches, pinning his sights on the messy canvas heâd made of my cunt. His thumb, the pad of his digit etching loose loops over the cherried pearl.Â
I reached out to brace his wrist, pulling his hand to lay atop my tummy.
âNuh uh, donât wanna cum like that. J-just keepâfuck! Please donât stop!â I sobbed, rolling my ensnared hips to match Ushijimaâs tempo.
âAww cumming already? Better make a mess or else I'm not stopping til you do.â
âOoo-oh fuck, I-IÂ can make a mess! Just frâ you.â
From that pledge Ushijima and I made, a fever dream broke out over the room. A dream fueled by sinful fervor that claimed any sense Ushijima and I had down to nothing. All we had on the brain was each other, doing our own part helping each meet our peaks.
As for me, heâs rendered me dumb and drunk over his cock, feeding my sweet spot with his deliciously thick girth. Dumb hiccuping babbles were all I could muster. My plushy walls were consumed by a familiar flutter, my inevitable high teetering on the edge.
âToshiToshi, right there! Iâm gonnaâ!" The word trapped itself within my throat, only to be replaced by a blubbering whimper.
A spell of heat licked at every nerve in my body. My eyes were sent rolling into the back of my head as my overwhelmed body coaxed my poor ruined cunt to weep, a burst of tears gushing over Ushijimaâs flexed abdomen. Â
âGood fucking girl, making a mess just like I asked. I wannaâfuck!â'm wanna cum with you too!â
The peak of my high left me just barely conscious, my eyes heavy with the sudden heft of fatigue. Through the thick gathering of my lashes, I gawked at Ushijima, his own nirvana finally crashing down around him.Â
âOhââm cumming! Y/N, I'm gonna cum!â
Ushijima trembled as his rutting hips came to a stuttering halt. He frantically ripped himself from inside of me, the roused nerves of his cock sent into a twitching frenzy. Nuzzling the bulbous head along my inner thigh, the warm tears of white painted skin, followed by a clogged groan pouring from Ushijimaâs gaping mouth.Â
He collapsed on top of me, his lungs desperately heaving for air. I laced my arms around him, taking my digits through his unkempt hair as he came down.Â
âShhh, itâs okay, I got you. Just relax,â I hummed softly.Â
Ushijima and I lay on that couch for a while longer, neither of us ready to move. As I combed through his hair, he kept a hand on my stomach, tapping away at some tempo to soothe himself. Just a quiet, peaceful reflection of the practices he and I had done.
He was right, I don't think I'll need another lover after that. My legs were practically useless, my throat sore, and my body was still reeling from the temors of my high. Even Ushijima still shivered from time to time. That moment was something straight out of a movie, calm, quiet, and filled with a growing fondness.
To my surprise, Ushijima was the first to break the silence with a question.
âSo about our date, what time worksââ
âOh! You were serious about that?!âÂ
Ushijima nodded, âWellâŠyes. I know it was an exercise but I really wanted to take you out somewhere nice. And I actually do know a place around here with a huge wine cellar.â
 My head fell into a tilt as I studied Ushijima for a second. Heâs back to his regular âstoicâ self but this time every feature in his face was softenedâhis brows, his lips, his eyes; all carried a bout of sincerity. I simply had no heart to deny him, especially now knowing what kind of man he was in the face of rapture.
âYâknow what, Ushijima,â I purred as my hand reached to cup his cheek.
âIâd like that.â
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Welcome To The Itadori's! - C.K.
Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does.Â
Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadoriâs (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smĂșt only when theyâre adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cĂșnnilingus, marking, rough, Chosoâs a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.0k
A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yujiâs family tree is HILARIOUS.
âYouâve never what?â Â
âI mean, yeah? So what if Iâve neverâŠuh-â eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. âMâsurely not missing out on that much.â
Maybe he was. Maybe he wasnât. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.
---
Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you.Â
Heâs convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Chosoâs racked up more interruptions than heâs seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesnât watch.
It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of youâŠand maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didnât seem too realistic when the Itadoriâs were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately. Â
Alas, Chosoâs resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universeâs way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something heâs suspected ever since the both of you were eight.
The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.
Of course, itâs not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second youâd moved in - that new family next door heâd been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any.Â
âUm, welcome to-â
âYour hairâs funny.â
Now, Chosoâs never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasnât supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?
Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of âMâsorry, meant your hairâs very cool. Wanna match-â
And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears.Â
After a disaster like that, of course youâd grow to be best friends within the day.Â
But what that didnât explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.
Oh.Â
Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder.Â
Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your ânew best friendâ and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didnât wake up and see this tiny predicament.
He didnât know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-
âI WANNA PLAY T- Oh.â
Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.
âOh no. Mommyâs gonna be mad.â you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, âBye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!â
âBye, crybaby.â
And then itâs quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-
âBig bro, why are you so red?â
Choso doesnât think heâs gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting.Â
Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.
âHey, Cho, yâknow the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.â
âOh.â Itâs all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter.Â
Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, âI wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?âÂ
No, but Choso has never thought that heâd be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question.Â
Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasnât like he hadnât thought about kissing before - itâs just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-
âMan, are you even listening?âÂ
Shit.Â
Your hand waving in front of Chosoâs face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, âUh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.â averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.
Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. âThinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!âÂ
âAm not.â
âAm to.â
âAm not.â
âAm to.â
âWho were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give âem a big smooch tomorrow?â
God, you were going to be the death of him. âN-no! I havenât even- shut up, crybaby, itâs not like-â he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until youâre steering him onto your lane.Â
Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. Heâd have broken into a sprint right then if he hadnât known you and the way youâd race him there instead.
âAlright.â you declare once youâre stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And heâs barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. âWeâll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.â
Perfect. Great. Wonderful.Â
The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?
âPractice.â Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. âForâŠpractice.â
Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, âWell, we donât have to if you do-â
âNo no no no, I want- ahem.â he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, âI want to. Just-â Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is.Â
Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadnât hit that growth spurt yet. âPractice, right?â
You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, âPractice.â Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didnât show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust.Â
Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-
Click!Â
âYou two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?â
You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldnât be surprised if youâd teleported. He doesnât even know whatâs happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, youâre muttering out an embarrassed little, âHi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.â
His dad smiles like he hadnât just starred in what was likely Chosoâs villain origin story. Waving happily, âAww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why donât you two go back to doing your lilâ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.â
âDad, Iâm running away.â
That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact.Â
Itâs only when youâre both eighteen, when Chosoâs a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad.Â
Graduation wasâŠsomething. Not exactly something that heâs sure if heâll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-
âYou alright, Cho?â
Ah.Â
Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. âHm? Yeah, mâgreat.âÂ
âAre ya sure? Because you look like youâre about to have an aneurysm any second now.â you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when youâre picking him apart.Â
âYeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.â
âAww, but you look so pretty smiling.â you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didnât just have Chosoâs knees dangerously weak. âAnyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince olâ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?â
âYou think mâpretty?â he muses, embarrassingly late.
âCho.â
âYaga. Shades. Got it.â Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful.Â
And Choso canât just stand around and do nothing about it.
âCrybaby, look, I-â Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, âIâŠâ
âHEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGAâS SHADES LETâS TAKE A PIC-â
âSHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOUâRE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.â
âI donât know either of you two.â
It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as youâre immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for âruining your k-drama momentâ and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod.Â
Heâs only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. âWhy didnât you say it?â
Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfatherâs face. Already having some idea of what you mean, âWha-â
âI may be old but mânot deaf, yet, boy. Why didnât ya tell her?â he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years.Â
âI donât know what you-â
âMânot blind, either. Quite frankly Iâm insulted.â
And, well, if thereâs anyone that he canât hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, âMânot- Ugh, sheâs too fuckinâ perfect and IâŠI chickened out.â
Choso doesnât know what he expected in response but it definitely wasnât for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. âThought so, idiot boy.â he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. âDid she tell you?â
Raising a brow, âWhat?â
âDid she tell you that you werenât good ânough for her?â
âNo, but-â Whatever protest on the tip of Chosoâs tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years.Â
âThen go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, youâre my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.â
Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way.Â
âYou really think theyâll finally get together today?â Fushiguro deadpans from where heâd snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls âfriendsâ.Â
Chosoâs grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yagaâs sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, âIâll give it a few months more. Heâs my grandson, after all.â
âThatâs generous. Iâd give it a couple years more.â
âWanna bet, brat?â
â...â
Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet.Â
Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him.Â
Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years wouldâve even dared to imagine heâd have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film youâd put on for movie night.Â
âYouâve never what?â you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.
Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.
âI mean, yeah?â he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. âSo what if Iâve neverâŠuh-â eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. âMâsurely not missing out on that much.â
Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, âMaybe. Maybe not.â The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. âWant me to help you find out?â
Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lilâ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him.Â
âY-you sure about this, sweetheart?â he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.
You raise a brow, âAre you sure, Cho?â
He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldnât ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if sheâs as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. âYes. Want it sâbad.â
Grinning wickedly, you whisper, âThought so.â And then heâs pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.
âOh fuck-â he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. âShit shit shit.â So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that heâs drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-
âHngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?â you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just canât help but tease you a little bit.Â
âMhm?â he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lilâ whines spilling out of you.Â
You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasnât budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that youâre sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. âCho.â you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, âWhat?â
âYou knowâŠâ
âI donât.â he titters teasingly into your pussy.Â
âChoso.â
Now, Chosoâs known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted.Â
Shit, he really shouldâve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. âTell me what you want, crybaby.â
And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, âWanâ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.â
And thatâs all thatâs said before heâs surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-
âWanted this for so long.â Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. âYou have absolutely no idea, pretty.â
And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Chosoâs moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole.Â
âOh shit. Jusâ like that.â For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-
âUse me.â
Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, âWhat?â
âUse me.â
There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch.Â
And, well, how could you say no to that?
Because before you know it, youâre bunching Chosoâs soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. âCâmon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jusâ a bit- Oh!â he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth.Â
And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because youâre so sweet nâ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything heâs ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, youâd be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now.Â
So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from itâs favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.
You jerk violently on top of him, âHah! Sâtoo much, Cho. Mâso close- gonna cum- gonna-â
And then youâre cumming. Fast, and hard.Â
Plushy walls clamping down on Chosoâs tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high.Â
âSâsweet. Could get used to that.â he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as itâd go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. âBetter than I imagined.â
The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than youâd ever seen him. âImagination? Sâthat why youâre so good.â
âNo.â
Youâre being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. âSâjusâ thatâŠâ grunting as he flings his shirt off, âBeen dreaming of your pretty cunt on mâtongue for years.â
Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway.Â
âYears, huh?â you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Chosoâs toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, âSâthat all youâve been dreaming of?â
âYou little minx.â he lets out a low hiss.Â
Before you can even react, Chosoâs fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, heâd have worn sweatpants instead if he knew theyâd end up on your floor.Â
And youâre not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this? Â He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether youâd hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls.Â
Youâre only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, âIâll be gentle.â
âYou better not be, now jusâ fuck me-â
Well, you didnât have to ask Choso twice. Because youâve barely gotten the words out before heâs bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him.Â
âShhh, sâokay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?â he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasnât fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lilâ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. âWanted to be split apart on mâcock?â
You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him.Â
He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, âBecause Iâve wanted this for so fucking long.â
And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Chosoâs been holding back for too long. Because immediately heâs plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass.Â
âWanted this.â he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasnât fucking you dumb already. âFuckinâ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.â
âCh-Choso- fuck hah-â you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good.Â
âYeah? Whoâs fucking you silly, now?â heâs going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And youâd be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. âSay mâname.â
A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lilâ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. âShit. Yâlook so pretty like this.â he babbles. âGonna cry, pretty girl?â smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. âBe a crybaby for my cock?â
Youâre tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. âCho-â
âMhm?â
âW-wanna cum. Need you to fill mâup till I canât take it anymore.â
Oh if Choso was any lesser man heâd have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now.Â
âOh yeah?â Hips becoming sloppy now, âNeed it? Shit- mâso close.â Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that heâs sure youâd have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.
âMe too- fuck fuck fuck-â you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours.Â
âCum fâme, my girl.â
My girl.Â
And then you are - and he is. And you donât know who cums first, just that youâre seeing stars behind your eyes and Chosoâs teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.
Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base.Â
âMm- shit. Choso.â you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below.Â
âMâhere, my girl.â he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips.Â
In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you werenât in the right state of mind to decipher right now.Â
âShhh, mâhere. âCanât believe I waited so fuckinâ long.â Whispering against your lips, âLove this. Love this pretty cunt.â Kissing softly, âLove the way yâtake me. Fuckinâ made fâme.â And maybe even a soft little, âLove you.â
And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way youâd wanted to all these years.Â
Neither of you speak after that. Not when Chosoâs hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with.Â
Itâs only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken.Â
âCrybaby.â
âCho.â
âCorny.â
âYou started it.â
Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hairâs breadth between you two because shit now that heâs got you, he doesnât think he ever wants to let you go.Â
âYâknowâŠâ he starts, âI think we should- I mean- if you wantâŠâ nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. âI lov-â
âAm I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WERENâT JUST FRIENDS-â
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Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More
Dad: Hey, all. I canât seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrowâs dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if heâs ok? XX
-Jin.
Yuji <3: Heâs probs at rhat âbest friend movie nightâ stillÂ
Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a âprobsâ? XX
-Jin.
Kugisaki: Heâs suspiciously quiet, though⊠Yâall think that âbest friend movie nightâ is codeword for something else?Â
Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk
Kugisaki: *spare
And you just LET him?
Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTERÂ
âŠ
AND DID IT ANYWAY
Kugisaki: L
Fushiguro: L
Gramps: L
Sukuna (do not answer): DID YâALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????
*Fushiguro has left the chat*
Dad: :0
-Jin.
A/N. Spiritually, this is a crackfic idk.
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im noticing that for a lot of americans âfree palestineâ has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary
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HAPPY FRIDAY â àŒâ§âË.
ft. kuroo tetsuro !
ê° SYNOPSIS ê± : the office is slow today and your beloved coworker turned boyfriend has a great idea on how to pass time.
ê° CONTENTS ê± : MDNI. f!reader, fingering, oral (f!receiving), semi-public (in your office), kuroo being a little shit â WC : 1.2k
ê° NOTES ê± : this is all @oooohnoâs fault <33 thank you for the brainrot lovely teehee this is barely edited so enjoy ! dividers by @/cafekitsune
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*áŽÍËŹáŽÍ)á°*.ïŸ
âcmon sweetheart, thereâs barely anyone here today.â kuroo purrs in your ear, slowly lowering to the floor so he could crawl under your desk. you shut your legs together, squeezing them tightly as his palms run down your thighs, fingers brushing along the hem of your skirt. âyouâve been doing so well lately, let me show you how proud i am.â
âtetsu-â you hiss down at him. it was almost comical seeing this tall man squished under your desk, but the implications of it all made your face heat up. âwhat if someone walks in?â
âlike who?â his hands keep running along your legs in a soothing motion, slowly but surely slipping more and more under your skirt, thumbing at the lace that covers your cunt. âjust relax.â
the eager look in his eyes has you acting against your better judgement, sighing in defeat as you save the excel document you were working on.
your back fully sinks into the chair as kuroo yanks your hips further along the seat so heâs in a prime position to wrap his sinful lips around your clit.
but he doesnât.
instead, he pulls the lace to the side and slips a finger in, looking up at you intently with cat like eyes, sporting a lazy grin that has you wanting to harshly tug on his unruly hair. but he renders you defenseless as he agonizingly pumps his slender finger in and out of your already dripping cunt, letting it get thoroughly coated with your slick before slipping in another.
you choke back a whimper, trying to remain unphased as he tries his best to unravel you. but he had a gift, always managing to stimulate the deepest parts of you.
âcomfortable?â you teeth gritted out of spite, trying not to fully give in.
âvery.â he drawls the word out, pressing a featherly kiss just above your clit. your hips betray you as they buck up, chasing the fleeting warmth of his lips. kuroo lets out a chuckle and your resolve grows thin.
âyouâre such a little ââ your sentence was cut off with a whine, kurooâs tongue pressed against your clit before sucking on it, stealing the words right out of your mouth.
the low rumble he gives out as he laughs sends a vibration through your core and your traitorous fingers weave through his hair, pulling him closer.
his fingers slip out as his salacious tongue takes its place, shoving the warm muscle as deeply as it can go as his hands tightly grip your thighs.
how could you focus on work when there was a man starved between your legs? kuroo mustâve forgotten where he was as he got lost in you, groaning softly into your cunt as his tongue becomes drenched in your essence.
âtets-â you gasp softly, pulling on his hair with all your might, trying to keep your moans at bay. âyou gotta slow down, babyââ
there was a muffled ânoâ as he didnât even bother lifting his head. his vindictive eyes flit up to you, the usual gooey amber color was eclipsed with darkness, a lust that overtook his soul and wouldnât be quenched until he had his fill.
all you could do was surrender under his ministrations, letting his tongue expertly spell out all your worries along your clit before kissing them away.
the more he continued, the more the burdens on your shoulders slipped away â pleasure carrying you far, far away from your workplace and into the heavens that is kuroo tetsuroâs touch.
ââm gonna,â you whimper before reality crashes down upon you with an invasive knock on your office door. you all but jolt out of your skin. quickly, you yank kuroo off of where he was latched to you in an attempt to collect yourself. after giving him a warning glare, you straighten yourself up. âcome in.â
kuroo tried not to snicker, watching from below as you scoot your chair in so your bare cunt wasnât exposed and notably drenched in his saliva. his cock throbbed at his subtle claim.
âgood evening, i have those reports for you.â your assistant cheerfully says as he walks in. you offer a weak smile before your gaze goes back down to kuroo, one hand still tangled in his hair to keep him from doing what you know he wants to do. âyou feeling alright?â
âiâm,â you clear your throat as your voice wobbled. âiâm fine.â
âgreat, well thatâs all from me today.â he smiles, putting the file on your desk. kurooâs skin crawls as your attention wasnât on him anymore, stuck on your overbearing assistant who was always chasing you like shadow.
even though kuroo boasts on how he isnât a jealous man, he knows deep down that may not be true. especially as his fingers trail back to you, pawing for the lustful gaze you were giving him only moments ago â before you were rudely interrupted.
âthank you â aah!â you squeak out as kuroo slides two fingers back into you. your assistant looks at you in alarm.
âare you sure youâre okay?â the concern in his voice only pisses kuroo off and spurs him on to add another finger, blatantly ignoring the warning tugs you were giving him.
âmhm.â you breathe out. âjust a really, really annoying migraine. iâll be fine. you should get home and have a good â aah ! â good weekend.â
kuroo was deliberate with his strokes, making sure not to go too quickly so your assistant could hear anything but agonizingly slow enough that had you seconds away from riding his hand â assistant be damned.
âthank you, you too.â he nods, turning around and exiting the room. thankfully, he closed the door behind him.
âkuroo.â you snap down at him. he winces and offers an apologetic grin, increasing the speed at which heâs pumping his fingers at.
âdonât call me that.â he pouts, pressing kisses along your inner thigh, nipping at the skin slightly. âcâmon, i just want you to cum for me.â
âyouâre so annoying.â you slouch back in your chair, letting him have more access to where you were dripping for him. he easily catches your clit in his mouth, swirling around the bud as his fingers donât stop. âbut fuck, it feels so good.â
kuroo hums against you which only pushes you closer to the edge, your hips chasing his fingers in an attempt to match his pace â all but humping his face.
with a moan muffled by your bitten lips, you feel your body lock up in its spot, thighs trembling in kuroos hold as you reach your high. stars erupt behind your eyes as you squeeze them shut but a warning pinch on your thigh has them sliding back open â only to be met with kurooâs smug gaze.
slowly, he retreats his fingers, making a show of cleaning them off with his tongue. your lace underwear was slid back into place, quickly getting soaked from all the excitement.
âhappy friday.â kuroo smirked, palms sliding up your body to give your clothed breasts a cheeky squeeze before standing up. youâre pretty sure this man will be the death of you one day.
quickly, you grab a hold of his tie and yank him back down to your level where you were still seated. the sudden movement had his eyes widening, smirk wiped clean off his face. good.
you pull him in for a kiss, enjoying the soft moans he lets slip as your tongue trails along his bottom lip. just as it was getting to the good part, you pull back with a smirk of your own, thoroughly enjoying the slightly dazed look in his eyes.
âhappy friday, tetsu.â
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HAPPY FRIDAY â àŒâ§âË.
ft. kuroo tetsuro !
ê° SYNOPSIS ê± : the office is slow today and your beloved coworker turned boyfriend has a great idea on how to pass time.
ê° CONTENTS ê± : MDNI. f!reader, fingering, oral (f!receiving), semi-public (in your office), kuroo being a little shit â WC : 1.2k
ê° NOTES ê± : this is all @oooohnoâs fault <33 thank you for the brainrot lovely teehee this is barely edited so enjoy ! dividers by @/cafekitsune
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*áŽÍËŹáŽÍ)á°*.ïŸ
âcmon sweetheart, thereâs barely anyone here today.â kuroo purrs in your ear, slowly lowering to the floor so he could crawl under your desk. you shut your legs together, squeezing them tightly as his palms run down your thighs, fingers brushing along the hem of your skirt. âyouâve been doing so well lately, let me show you how proud i am.â
âtetsu-â you hiss down at him. it was almost comical seeing this tall man squished under your desk, but the implications of it all made your face heat up. âwhat if someone walks in?â
âlike who?â his hands keep running along your legs in a soothing motion, slowly but surely slipping more and more under your skirt, thumbing at the lace that covers your cunt. âjust relax.â
the eager look in his eyes has you acting against your better judgement, sighing in defeat as you save the excel document you were working on.
your back fully sinks into the chair as kuroo yanks your hips further along the seat so heâs in a prime position to wrap his sinful lips around your clit.
but he doesnât.
instead, he pulls the lace to the side and slips a finger in, looking up at you intently with cat like eyes, sporting a lazy grin that has you wanting to harshly tug on his unruly hair. but he renders you defenseless as he agonizingly pumps his slender finger in and out of your already dripping cunt, letting it get thoroughly coated with your slick before slipping in another.
you choke back a whimper, trying to remain unphased as he tries his best to unravel you. but he had a gift, always managing to stimulate the deepest parts of you.
âcomfortable?â you teeth gritted out of spite, trying not to fully give in.
âvery.â he drawls the word out, pressing a featherly kiss just above your clit. your hips betray you as they buck up, chasing the fleeting warmth of his lips. kuroo lets out a chuckle and your resolve grows thin.
âyouâre such a little ââ your sentence was cut off with a whine, kurooâs tongue pressed against your clit before sucking on it, stealing the words right out of your mouth.
the low rumble he gives out as he laughs sends a vibration through your core and your traitorous fingers weave through his hair, pulling him closer.
his fingers slip out as his salacious tongue takes its place, shoving the warm muscle as deeply as it can go as his hands tightly grip your thighs.
how could you focus on work when there was a man starved between your legs? kuroo mustâve forgotten where he was as he got lost in you, groaning softly into your cunt as his tongue becomes drenched in your essence.
âtets-â you gasp softly, pulling on his hair with all your might, trying to keep your moans at bay. âyou gotta slow down, babyââ
there was a muffled ânoâ as he didnât even bother lifting his head. his vindictive eyes flit up to you, the usual gooey amber color was eclipsed with darkness, a lust that overtook his soul and wouldnât be quenched until he had his fill.
all you could do was surrender under his ministrations, letting his tongue expertly spell out all your worries along your clit before kissing them away.
the more he continued, the more the burdens on your shoulders slipped away â pleasure carrying you far, far away from your workplace and into the heavens that is kuroo tetsuroâs touch.
ââm gonna,â you whimper before reality crashes down upon you with an invasive knock on your office door. you all but jolt out of your skin. quickly, you yank kuroo off of where he was latched to you in an attempt to collect yourself. after giving him a warning glare, you straighten yourself up. âcome in.â
kuroo tried not to snicker, watching from below as you scoot your chair in so your bare cunt wasnât exposed and notably drenched in his saliva. his cock throbbed at his subtle claim.
âgood evening, i have those reports for you.â your assistant cheerfully says as he walks in. you offer a weak smile before your gaze goes back down to kuroo, one hand still tangled in his hair to keep him from doing what you know he wants to do. âyou feeling alright?â
âiâm,â you clear your throat as your voice wobbled. âiâm fine.â
âgreat, well thatâs all from me today.â he smiles, putting the file on your desk. kurooâs skin crawls as your attention wasnât on him anymore, stuck on your overbearing assistant who was always chasing you like shadow.
even though kuroo boasts on how he isnât a jealous man, he knows deep down that may not be true. especially as his fingers trail back to you, pawing for the lustful gaze you were giving him only moments ago â before you were rudely interrupted.
âthank you â aah!â you squeak out as kuroo slides two fingers back into you. your assistant looks at you in alarm.
âare you sure youâre okay?â the concern in his voice only pisses kuroo off and spurs him on to add another finger, blatantly ignoring the warning tugs you were giving him.
âmhm.â you breathe out. âjust a really, really annoying migraine. iâll be fine. you should get home and have a good â aah ! â good weekend.â
kuroo was deliberate with his strokes, making sure not to go too quickly so your assistant could hear anything but agonizingly slow enough that had you seconds away from riding his hand â assistant be damned.
âthank you, you too.â he nods, turning around and exiting the room. thankfully, he closed the door behind him.
âkuroo.â you snap down at him. he winces and offers an apologetic grin, increasing the speed at which heâs pumping his fingers at.
âdonât call me that.â he pouts, pressing kisses along your inner thigh, nipping at the skin slightly. âcâmon, i just want you to cum for me.â
âyouâre so annoying.â you slouch back in your chair, letting him have more access to where you were dripping for him. he easily catches your clit in his mouth, swirling around the bud as his fingers donât stop. âbut fuck, it feels so good.â
kuroo hums against you which only pushes you closer to the edge, your hips chasing his fingers in an attempt to match his pace â all but humping his face.
with a moan muffled by your bitten lips, you feel your body lock up in its spot, thighs trembling in kuroos hold as you reach your high. stars erupt behind your eyes as you squeeze them shut but a warning pinch on your thigh has them sliding back open â only to be met with kurooâs smug gaze.
slowly, he retreats his fingers, making a show of cleaning them off with his tongue. your lace underwear was slid back into place, quickly getting soaked from all the excitement.
âhappy friday.â kuroo smirked, palms sliding up your body to give your clothed breasts a cheeky squeeze before standing up. youâre pretty sure this man will be the death of you one day.
quickly, you grab a hold of his tie and yank him back down to your level where you were still seated. the sudden movement had his eyes widening, smirk wiped clean off his face. good.
you pull him in for a kiss, enjoying the soft moans he lets slip as your tongue trails along his bottom lip. just as it was getting to the good part, you pull back with a smirk of your own, thoroughly enjoying the slightly dazed look in his eyes.
âhappy friday, tetsu.â
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Did anyone else see that Taylor swift fan on twitter who compared being a swiftie to being a Jew during the holocaust or was I just tripping because I canât find anythingggg I found one quote retweet but the original tweet was deleted so I canât check to make sure I wasnât just making things up
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Happy belated birthday to my daddy Jean đ
Credits to - crisdrawsstuff â€ïž
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time to be messy, hq fans whose the hottest character and you only can say one person!
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Do you want me to fuck you?
unless if you're toji fushiguro, no.
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the Columbia University arrests are worse than they seem. They're arresting protesting students for trespassing. It goes without saying students cannot meaningfully "trespass" in the common areas of a university they attend. So Columbia University has suspended all student protestors from their institution, in the process revoking their access to housing, their belonging, and most crucially damaging their academic futures. We are witnessing full scale silencing and removal of anyone of conscience from the next generation of academia.
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best bros here to save the world (through volleyball <3)
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TRYNA THREEWAY WITH HIS ROOMIE // JEAN KIRSTEIN & CONNIE SPRINGER
content & warnings: fem!reader, reader is kinda ditzy bimbo x sunshine, modern au, reader, jean and connie are all in their mid twenties, jean and connie are roommates, reader is in an established relationship with jean but connie has a crush on her, porn no plot, smut mdni (breastplay, groping, oral. f & m receiving, piv protected sex â backshots from connie lawl, cum swallowing, degradation â connie n jean both kinda mean calling reader a whore n slut but not overboard, they both compete during it) look at them đ”âđ«
authorâs note: fine, iâll do it myself cos some of yall forgot jean and connie are best friends! also this is just kinda smutty so not my best work đ¶đœââïž also dis was inspired by a tiktok edit of connie n jean to paper soldier by brent faiyaz but i lost it đđ
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âOi, oi, where are you going?â Jean asked, lips swollen and smeared in lipgloss as Connie got up from the couch.
âIâm tapping out for the night bro. I promise you I got better things to do than watch you eat your girlâs face off.â Connie replied in a wry tone.
Saturday nights were always movie nights for Jean and Connie. Well, it was originally Jean, Connie and Sasha but Sasha moved in with her boyfriend.
Ever since you and Jean began to date, they were always cut short since Jean just could not for the life of him keep his hands to himself if you were in the same vicinity as him.
Connie thought you were a good match for Jean.
Jean had a stick up his ass the majority of the time, but when you swooped in the perpetual scowl etched into his features gradually faded away.
And there was no denying you were sexy.
He had pangs of guilt when he bumped into you in the kitchen Sunday mornings, Jean fast asleep and you were at the coffee machine.
It was out of his control, the way his mouth went dry and his cock twitched at your ass and hard nipples peeking through one of Jeanâs baggy shirts that draped to your knees, but managed to settle just above the curve of your backside.
It was just difficult not to stare. He settled on trying to be cold and distant but when you said as a passing comment to Jean you thought Connie didnât like you, he nearly kicked his ass.
âYou make my girl upset and Iâll break your jaw.â Jean hissed.
âJeez, I got it!â Connie grumbled, rolling his eyes as his thumbs whirled over the joysticks of the controller. He knew Jean could do that but he never took him seriously.
âIâm being serious, Con. She was real torn up about it.â Jean said sternly.
Connie was getting sick of Jean. He let out a sigh as he paused the game to turn to face his best friend.
âHypothetically speaking, why is it such a big deal if I didnât like her? Huh?â
Jean groaned.
âSheâs a little sensitive. But thatâs just how I like her alright? Howâd you feel if I was being a dick to your girl?â Jean responded, scowling.
Connie pursed his lips together. Jean did have a point.
Back to current events, he eyed you as you were perched on Jeanâs thigh.
âYou jealous, Connie?~â You teased in a sing-song as you ruffled Jeanâs sandy brown tresses.
âHe got a pretty girl and donât know how to act no more.â He chuckled to himself. âTry n keep the noise down.â
âIâd let her fuck you, yâknow.â Jean said with a smirk.
Connieâs jaw went slack, disbelieving what he had just heard right now.
ââŠHuh?â
âWell, yeah.â Jean shrugged. âMy baby thinks youâre cute, and Iâd let her do anything she wants. Right, honey?â Jean said airily, as he leaned in to bite your neck, causing you to jolt and giggle in his lap.
âJean..!â You whined, sensitive to the graze of his sharp teeth.
âYouâve gotta be messing with me right now.â Connie said, struggling to keep composure as all his prior fantasies of you hit him like a truck.
âNo, Con..â
Why do you say his name like that? Connie internally cried to himself. It wasnât helping douse the flame of his attraction to you whatsoever.
âI think youâre a cutie pie. I wanna have some fun too, I think youâd both do a good job of spoiling me, huh?â You beamed, your hand on the nape of Jeanâs neck as you raked your fingers through the ends of his mullet.
Jean dug the heel of his palm into your clothed core, eliciting a moan from you.
âSee how sexy she sounds, Con?â Jean grinned wolfishly as he continued to apply pressure, making you squirm and involuntarily buck your hips into his hand, seeking more. âYou wanna make her moan too?â
Connie was in a state of complete and utter disbelief. Regardless, his eyes glazed over as he nodded.
âThatâs my guy.â Jean said triumphantly, within an instant, he threw you into the air and caught you bridal style, laughter overtaking your body as you draped your arms around Jeanâs neck.
The dim light of the bedside table in Jeanâs bedroom illuminated both of the menâs eyes.
You were just so damn gorgeous, they stood side by side as you looked at them coquettishly through your lashes.
You began to pull down the straps of your romper, sliding it off until it was around your waist.
Connie felt as if he died and gone to heaven when he gaped at your bare chest.
âWhich one of you wanna start..?â You questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, thrilled at the idea of both of them about to treat you.
Jean patted Connieâs back.
âGo on. Make my princess moan, hm?â He chuckled, as he began to tug his navy blue shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, revealing his lithe and toned figure.
Connieâs tongue dragged over his lips as he fully took in your appearance.
It wasnât as if Connie was some inexperienced virgin with no play. It was just an uncanny situation.
Jean and you were so eager to do this, he felt as if there had to be some sort of catch.
âHi handsomeâŠâ You cooed as Connie got on his knees on the carpet of the bedroom, between your legs, you gently smoothed his head and rested your hand on the nape of his neck. âStrip for me?â
He nodded, instantly discarding his shirt and shrugging out of his shorts until he was in his boxers.
âAh, so there is a bit of muscle here?â You smiled as your palm slid down Connieâs broad chest. You raked your nails across his skin, earning a soft grunt from him.
âNot as good as mine though, huh babe?â Jean chuckled.
âShut. Up.â Connie said through gritted teeth, then turned his attention back to you.
Testing the waters, Connie settled his hands on the bare skin of your hips, it wasnât some sort of wet dream. This was reality, so he gripped your flesh, as his brown eyes took you in.
You were gazing at him so fondly, his heart was racing and the tips of his ears went red.
âJust do what comes naturally, okay?â You reassured him as you stroked the back of his neck again.
ââŠOkay, Y/N.â
Connie fluttered his eyes shut as he began to gently peck upwards along your soft stomach.
You let out a content sigh.
âConâŠâ You breathed out, revelling in his soft touch. It spurred him on, and Connie felt accomplished that something small already made you so reactive.
Jean grinned as he leaned in, standing next to the bed to press his lips against your neck, his hand wandering down your body to cup your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
âKeep goinâ Con, sheâs liking it.â Jean chuckled as you mewled and scrunched your eyes shut.
Connie nodded and latched his mouth onto the other breast, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue as his hands still gripped your hips.
He felt more bold now, and he yanked the romper off completely.
âNo panties?â Connie chuckled darkly, as he licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, slightly slimy from your arousal from both of their ministrations. âWho knew your girl was so dirty?â
âWhy do you think Iâm all over her?â Jean responded as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, his thumb and forefinger gripping your jaw. âYouâre such a little slut, arenât you honey?â
You nodded, mind dazed from the pleasure and dirty words.
âMhm, yesâŠIâm a slut.â You mustered out.
Connie felt a bit more eased in, his apprehension and frigidness fading away.
He looked up at you with a grin, big brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he spread your legs apart, giving your inner thighs a gentle lick and kissing them.
âPleaseâŠâ You whimpered.
Jean grinned against your neck.
âPlease, what, baby? You want us to keep going?" He took one of your earlobes between his teeth and tugged gently. âTell us what you want."
âWant you bothâŠmake me feel good.â You breathed out shakily.
âYou heard her, Jean.â Connie grinned.
Connie was in his element. He loved going down on a girl. He was smiling from ear to ear as he was given a front view of your slick folds.
His breath fanned over your wet heat, and your eyebrows furrowed together in impatience.
âStop teasinâ!â You whined.
âJean, is she always this impatient?â Connie snorted, amused by how desperate you were.
âItâs cute..â Jean shook his head laughing. âBut yeah, my princess is pretty spoilt.â
Connie delved in between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit eagerly, weaving expertly within the crevices of your wet flesh.
Your moans only spurred him on even more, he latched on and sucked harshly. Connie grinned deviously at the sound of your desperate pleas.
He teased you more before leaning down to lavishly kiss and lick between your thighs.
Jean still palming and kneading your breasts, sliding his large hands along your sides pinching your nipples as he worked to fulfil you.
Connieâs tongue played along your folds, circling your clit a few times, he was overjoyed with the way your body reacted to his every touch and tease.
âDonât forget about me, baby.â Jean murmured as he tilted your head up to meet your lips hungrily, moving against you as he sucked your lower lip.
Pleasure circulated through your veins as the two men were consumed with satisfying you.
âConâŠâ You groaned as you felt your high approach you. âSâclose.â
Connie grinned and quickened his movements, licking and sucking on your clit, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.
"Just let go, princess," He whispered against you, his tongue and lips still working away. "We've got you."
Your voice was hoarse as you sobbed, and your hips bucked violently. Body shuddering as a stream of clear liquid gushed into Connieâs mouth.
âThatâs it, there we goâŠâ Jean grinned triumphantly as he felt your body go limp in his arms.
He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.
âLet it all out for me." Connie murmured encouragingly.
âAlright, alright. Get to the back.â Jean chuckled. âHow sweet does she taste?â
Connie stood up from his knees, savoring your essence.
âNothing like it.â He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
You and Jean shared a look, and you immediately despite being shaky from the intense orgasm, got on all fours on the mattress.
Jean crouched to cup the side of your face as he pecked your lips.
âEyes on me, baby. Remember who you belong to.â
âI know, JeanâŠâ You mumbled.
âGood girl..â He smiled as he kissed you once more. âYouâre doinâ so well. Isnât she, Con?â
Connie nodded, as he fumbled for a condom and rolled it over his length throbbing.
âThe best.â
Connie trailed kisses down your back, stopping at the small of your back causing you to shiver.
Pulling down his boxers, his hardening cock springing free Jean stroked himself a few times.
âYou ready for us, angel?â Jean whispered huskily.
âYes, I want you both.â
âCourse you do, you little whore.â Connie cackled as he smacked your ass, biting his lip at the recoil.
Your eyes met Jeanâs as you fisted his girthy cock, your thumb rubbing and giving kitten licks to the sensitive skin earning a guttural groan right from his chest.
You almost paused as from behind, you felt Connie teasingly rub his latex-covered length along your slit.
âF-fuck! CONNIE!â You gasped out, pussy still sensitive from his mouth earlier.
âShit, Con..â Jean chuckled, voice strained as he felt your breath on his slit. âYouâre behind and sheâs still calling your name.â
âGuess Iâm her fave.â Connie smirked as he finally slid into your warm, wet walls.
âY-you wish.â You mustered out, but you couldnât deny Connie had surprised you.
You took Jean into your mouth and his fingers tangled in your hair.
âShit, princessâŠâ Jean heaved out as your tongue swirled around, making his cock slick with your saliva.
Connie began to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast, you were reduced to incoherent babbling.
âYou like that, baby?" Connie growled hotly against your ear, wanting to one-up Jean. "You want more?"
âSâmuch more..!â
âYou're so fucking sexy." He panted out between thrusts.
Jean moaned softly as you sucked him off, his fingers tangling violently in your hair.
Connie grunted as he continued to thrust into you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.
"Fuck, angel," Jean growled through gritted teeth. "You're so damn good at this. That mouth of yours."
Jeanâs fingers gripped with each bob of your head. His eyes were dark with desire and he watched you hungrily as Connie fucked you relentlessly.
âLet me finish in that mouth, honey.â Jean stuttered, feeling his high approach him.
"I'm gonna cum. Swallow it, baby. Take it all." Jeanâs teeth sinking into his lower lip as he reached his climax, his warm seed spilling into your waiting mouth.
He panted and stroked your cheek gently as he came down from his orgasm, his softening length sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.
Without hesitation, you swallowed his cum. Jean gave a greasy smile as his thumb slipped past your lips, prying your jaw open.
âAll gone, huh?â Jean grinned, admiring your tongue. âSuch a dirty girl.â
You screwed your eyes shut as Connie drove deeper inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.
Your fists bunched up the sheets as Connie groaned.
The both of your moans blending simultaneously reached the peak of their pleasure, Connie spilling into the latex.
He gasped as Jean pulled you towards him, the loss of warmth making you whimper as Jean pulled you close onto him.
Your arms draped over Jeanâs shoulders as you felt overwhelmed in a good way.
Jean began to kiss your temple and rubbed small circles into your back.
âFeel good, princessâŠ?â Jean smiled as he stroked your cheek. âDid you enjoy yourself?â
You nodded, then turned to Connie with a lazy grin.
âBut he was my fave.â You giggled, Jean pinching your hip.
âHey!â
authorâs note: showed connie a bit more love in this since i barely write for his ass & we have enough horse cock in this blog. if u reached this far tysm for reading, reblogs & interactions r always appreciated
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In celebration of reaching 3,000 followers on Tumblr, it seems ayyypee has decided to host her very first collab!!! The theme is Celebrity Scandal!
What are your favorite celebrity anime men, women or you (the reader) up to these days? New relationships? Maybe a nasty breakup or divorce. Cheating? Leaks, Murder, Cover ups?! There's so much to report on and so little time. But rest assured, The Jujutsu Journal will find out. Someone is always watching.
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â©ËïœĄâ Both NSFW and SFW works are allowed!
â©ËïœĄâ If you use any topics that need a warning, please use warnings and tag appropriately!
â©ËïœĄâ That being said, dark content is fine as long as it is not any of the following: Non-con, r*pe, beastiality, incest/stepcest, pedophilia
â©ËïœĄâ No particular format or word length required. And you can even do art! Just let me know what youâll be doing!
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â©ËïœĄâ To join, please send me an ask, or you can dm me! Also I'm nosy so let me know what your idea(s) are! Like Stalker!Paparazzi Sukuna x Reader LMAO)
â©ËïœĄâ The deadline for submission for the collab is June 30th
â©ËïœĄâ I would also REALLY appreciate it if people reblogged this post so that it's boosted!
â©ËïœĄâ Please tag me in your works and use the tag: #JujutsuJournal after you're done. I'll add it to my Masterlist and reblog it on my account! I know the tagging system is bonkers right now though, so if tagging doesn't work, you can just send me an ask.
â©ËïœĄâ If you have any other questions, just let me know!
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@ayyy-pee - model!shokoieiri x model!ioriutahime x videographer!reader
@tojiscumdumpster - stalker!model!naoya x journalist!blackreader
@bungalowbear - stuntman!toji x actress!reader
@lost-immortality - DELICIOUS FANART (Characters updated later)
@lemonlover1110 - toji x reader, sukuna x reader
@xo2dee - actress!yuki x actress!reader
@yasu-1234 - tailor!higuruma x movie star!reader
@fizee - ceo!naoya x femdom!reader
@mysteria157 - celebrity chef!reader x food critic!nanami
@toasted-ry3bread - nanami x actress!reader
@pattycakes5516 - probasketballplayer!suguru x criticalsportsanalyst!reader
@kentocalls - manager!geto x idol!reader, farmer!satoru gojo x actress!reader
@violetsaffron5 - nepo-babystalker!gojo x reader
@hyperfixationsporfavor - actor!sugurugeto x director!reader
@brujawrites - nepobaby!gojo x interviewpersonality!reader
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