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wavehala · 6 months

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As we all know satoru has a sweet tooth right?

Imagine him accidentally? or more like mindlessly eating 'that' chocolate you stored in the fridge, which unbeknownst to him is an 'aphrodisiac' and is supposed to be your prank gift to ur friend. And the consequences 😩

curiosity...fucked satoru? | GOJO. S

c.w: switch! satoru, fem!reader, dirty talk, riding, cursing, consumption of an aphordisiac chocolate.

note: happy kinktober to my satoru fuckers<3

"what's the matter, toru? you're acting a bit...off."

there was a certain vibe in the house whenever satoru was around. loud, random videos playing with the audio half cut off because he is scrolling too fast. but there wasn't any of that when you woke up from your nap, instead, your boyfriend was lying on the couch with his arm over his face.

"I don't know, I think I'm sick," he sounds so out of breath and your frown deepens as you sit on the little bit of space left on the couch. your hand naturally rests under his shirt to trace his stomach--perhaps he had something that gave him a tummy ache?

but the way satoru flinches at your touch--or rather shudders has you staring at him weirdly as his hand grabs your wrist almost as though fire has come in contact with his skin.

"you're...hot, satoru do you have a fever?" your hand goes up to his arm to remove it from his face and his pale face was flushed a deep red color. there were sweat beads trickling down the side of his face, red and swollen lips that were wet from how much he was licking them. something was wrong.

"what did you do?" you whisper in concern and the groan he lets out at how soft your voice sounds before pushing you away further has you in a deeper state of confusion.

"I don't know--fuck, please--" he whines and the hand that once pushed you away was now pulling you closer to him.

"touch me, I am so fucking hard it's so painful," his hand shamelessly rests your own on top of his bulge anf you're surprised at how rock solid it is.

"you... you want me to suck you off?"

"fuck, none of that shit," his hand pulls at your shirt. "need you to ride me, come on baby I need to feel that pussy around me," the way in which he pushes his pants down and his cock hits his stomach, the way he ushers you to get on top of him--you don't even need him to prep you, you were already soaked at this rare sight of needy gojo satoru.

"yeah...I can do that," you whisper to yourself and first start to grind over his cock. your clit bruhses over the tip of his sensitive dick and almost cries out at the contact. your hands rest on his chest and you push up his shirt. leaning down, your lips make contact with his chest and he swore he saw heaven for a bit.

"you're so sensitive, satoru," you whisper against his chest.

"f-fuck, I need you," he gasps when you bite at his skin. "I fucking need you, do something--!"

you push his cock past your folds, your thighs holding you up before sinking down on him and the look on your boyfriend's face could only be described as one of bliss. his jaw goes slack at the contact, fingers twitching and unsure of what to hold onto before settling on your hips and you start to bounce on him.

"shit--shit--! fuck, oh my god," a series of profanities find their way out of his red lips the more you bounce on his cock, the fucked out look on his face along with how pliable he was underneath you were enough motivation for you to go harder.

satoru has to grib onto the couch for a moment when you slow down to take him deeper inside you. he feels your arousal trickling down his balls, the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs and the wetness--fuck, his eyes roll to the back of his head.

his body feels hot, his veins feel as though they are about to burst with the intense euphoria--he remembers when he first felt like this, when he first touched himself as a teenager, when he discovered what masturbation was. he feels embarrassed, the noises spilling out of his mouth were pornographic, but he couldn't stop staring at you.

you looked godly--his savior, your pussy was quenching his thirst, you were giving him this gift of riding him within an inch of his life and god he was so grateful for it--for you.

"come on baby, come on," you whisper to him and he isn't used to this, he isn't used to being guided to his orgasm first. but he can't focus, he can't think of anything else--he's lost control over his voice and he feels himself tip over the edge of an orgasm.

he comes crashing down in violent waves, his hips bucking up and fucking up into you desperately, asking for more. he thanks you over and over again and the grip that he has over your hips is harsh but you could care less when you have him looking this disheveled.

"more, need more," he is mumbling to himself as he pushes you off of him and you notice that his dick is still hard.

"wait satoru--!"

"oh baby, oh fuck baby," he sits up and pulls you closer to him. your chests are pressed against one another and you don't have time to brace yourself for the hard and fast thrusts that he gives you.

gojo was an unstoppable force. whatever triggered this must've been too much because he was panting, burying his face in your chest and groaning about how delicious your pussy is.

"fucking pussy taking me so well, fuuuck you're so wet, just listen to yourself," his hand comes up to the back of your head and he grips a bit of your hair. the submissive side of him was long gone, tossed out of the window and replaced with a satoru that knew what he wanted, and was going to get it (or give it to you) even if it made him pass out.

"your hear that? pussy sounds so delicious, she's begging for my mouth--would you like that?" you can't even respond, moans and cries mixing up together because your own orgasm was approaching.

"oh yeah baby, you would like that. you've always liked my mouth sucking on that clit--shit, I'm so close," he is a blabbering mess at this point, mouth attached to your neck. your walls flutter around him and you feel him fuck up into you a bit more before you cum around him with a loud cry.

your body shivers and shudders on top of him, hands gripping onto his shoulders as you come face to face with the man fucking you stupid. he doesn't pull out his cock, keeps it buried inside of you and he apologizes.

"what for?" you question out of breath and feel him thrust up into you again.

"I ate that chocolate in the fridge," you gasp. "need to apologize to you properly."

his apology was going to take a while.

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wavehala · 6 months

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Pairing: Nanami x reader

Synopsis: Nanami is kinda In The Mood. But it was a tough day, so you aren’t. And that’s completely okay <3

Word count: ~1k

Content tags: fluffy/comfort, some suggestiveness but nothing too spicy, ultimately just cuddles n kisses

You’re in bed early tonight. Really early. You changed into a hoodie and your softest pair of sweatpants as soon as you got home. Fuzzy socks, too. Nanami gets back from work in the late evening, and is surprised to see you already bundled up under his sheets, laying limply on your side. It’s out of character - but kind of adorable. He knows how hard you’ve been working lately, and doesn’t blame you for taking it easy. But he also knows there’s no way you’re falling asleep any time soon. Even when you’re relaxing, doing nothing in particular, sleep doesn’t come easily to you. You’re the type to cozy up in bed and then spend hours on your phone - or more likely, talking. Cuddling…etcetera.

He takes off his tie, but doesn’t bother to change. No need to waste any time. He slides under the blanket, slinging an arm around you, and presses his face into your hair. “Long day?”

“Very.”

He’s surprised at the lack of warmth in your voice - and you barely stirred when he opened the bedroom door. But it’s not unusual for your reactions to be a bit muted when you’re tired. It doesn’t mean anything. He’ll just have to fight a little harder for your attention. His hand brushes down your waist as he kisses the top of your head. “But you made it to the end. I’m proud of you.”

“Barely made it.” You shift, pressing your body tightly against his, seeking his warmth. “I wanna fall asleep, but I can’t.”

“It’s too early for sleep,” he murmurs. “You’d be up at the crack of dawn if you went to bed now.”

You roll onto your stomach, pulling his arm along with you. “I guess.” You do sound sleepy, your voice muffled by the mattress beneath. It’s cute. And he’s had a long day too - he was thinking about you all this evening, wondering what you were doing without him around. This, apparently. Nothing. He’s sure that he can improve upon that. And very sure that he wants to. He can barely see you with the way you’re wrapped up in the sheets, but he doesn’t need a reminder to know how beautiful you are. How lovely you are to touch.

“Well…” He follows the motion of your body, rolling on top of you, wrapping his arms under your shoulders and pressing his cheek against yours. “We should probably come up with something for you to do until you’re ready. Don’t want you getting bored.” You stir slightly as he kisses you on the neck, but say nothing. He twists a careful hand through your hair, his hips pressing into the backs of your thighs, a gentle heat running across his skin. “Pretty girl,” he whispers, trailing his free hand down the side of your stomach, sliding it under the soft fabric of your sweatshirt. “Let me see you.” There’s a quiet intensity to his voice, a familiar sort of anticipation. He slides off to the side, releasing your hair but keeping his hold on your waist, and effortlessly flips you onto your back. There’s an easy, expectant smile on his face - until he sees yours.

There’s something off. Usually, you’re easily charmed by his advances, but tonight he sees none of the color that he expected, none of the light in your eyes. He keeps his hand on you, but his grip softens, his expression falling as your eyelashes flutter, like you’ve just been exposed to a bright light. The only light source in the room is the soft glow of a lamp, but he supposes your eyes might have been closed until now. He should have realized that this wasn’t the time. Should have been able to read it in your posture, your voice.

“I’m sorry…” you try to say, but the words barely make it out of your mouth before he kisses you. It’s not a kiss that asks for anything more, so you sink into it, your body seeming to relax a touch more as he strokes his fingers through your hair.

He pulls back, and rests his head on your chest. “No. No you’re not.” The smile on his face is soft, utterly sympathetic. “I won’t allow it.” His eyes dart up to your face, carefully monitoring your expression. “That wasn’t what you needed. And that’s okay.”

You nod hesitantly, and rest your hands gently on his back. “It was a bad day…I don’t know if I wanna talk about it.”

“And that’s okay too. If you decide to, you can. If not, I’ll just be here.” He pauses, still looking up at you, struggling to keep his voice even and calm. Not wanting to sway your decision. “Unless you don’t want that, either.”

To his relief, you shake your head. “No - stay. Please.”

“As long as you want.” He lets out a long, deep breath and presses his hands under you, wrapping his arms all the way around your body, his hold strong and secure. “I’ve got you.”

“But…”

You still sound guilty. It only makes him squeeze you tighter. “Stop.” He raises his head and kisses your chest, so soft that you can barely feel it through your sweatshirt. “I’ve got you. I don’t need anything else.”

And just like that - you believe him. Entirely. Soon, you’ll talk. But for now - it’s enough to not be alone. Enough to have him, and nothing more. You trail your hands up and down his shirt, already feeling more at ease. It’s going to be alright. He’s going to make sure of it. He’s not going to leave your side until he knows you’re okay, and even then - he’s not going anywhere. The arms wrapped around you, holding you in place, protecting you, are more than enough proof of that.

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₊˚⊹。take my time (i’ll spend it all on you) | gojo satoru

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summary: gojo sees you in lingerie for the first time.

contains: f!reader, suggestive almost nsfw (they make out… maybe a bit steamy), 18+ just in case, reader is in lingerie, shy feelings!! gojo down bad!!

a/n: i hc that the first time gojo sees you in lingerie, it’s like seeing you walk down the aisle—he’s a bit sappy like that! i also think that he’d love seeing his lover in pink! idk! it’s just the vibes! (col reader would look cute in pink too i think hehe complements the personality!); takes place later on, around col #4 (wip)

collection masterlist: conversations on love 3.5b. —will i ever bring you peace? <- extra. take my time (i’ll spend it all on you)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

There are few things in life that have earned Gojo’s double take:

A sign for a newly-opened gelato shop with ‘exclusive flavors for the first 30 customers!’ written in fine print; Megumi, back in middle school, being confessed to with a sweetly handcrafted box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day; a small cut, right at the tip of his nose from that time you sparred with him and he let you get too close (or so he says).

And now you.

In something pink—

—that if he backtracks just a bit, steps one foot behind the other to glance again at the space left open by the bedroom door, and squints—

He’s certain, 200% sure.

It’s lingerie.

He blinks once, twice, rubs at his eyes even as his mind attempts to catch up to whatever it is–you–he just saw. This must be what wires feel when they short circuit.

You know he’s home, right? You have to, you just told him to rinse the dishes after snacking.

And he was in the middle of doing that—walking across your apartment from couch to kitchen, stopping only to do a double take at the sight of pink in his periphery, at you, once he looked again, clearly.

Or were you doing this on purpose? Did you want him to see you?

He gulps, warmth spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck, lingering.

There’s only one way to find out, really.

He walks down the hallway leading to the bedroom, keeping his footsteps light so as to not startle you.

If he’s being honest right now, his mind is full to the point of feeling empty—too many thoughts swirling around the fact that behind this very door, he’s about to find you in pink lingerie.

And when he takes a deep breath, fingertips pushing on wood very slightly as he calls out, “Bab—“

“S’toru!” you squeal from the other side, panicked as you instantly push it back closed.

So you didn’t do it on purpose.

“Sorry, give me a minute!” you call out, and he can hear your footsteps from the other side, frantically walking around for what he can assume is you looking for something to cover yourself with.

But he doesn’t want that.

Not when he already has the visual of you, pretty in what he suspects is pink lace.

Not when the way you said ‘S’toru’ sounded so much like ‘‘Toru’, your ‘‘Toru’, the way you usually say it pressed against bed sheets, under him, expression blissed out from—

Do you have any idea what that does to him?

“Are you wearing lingerie?”

You freeze. Gojo can tell from the other side of the door, and you think, damn it, because he isn’t supposed to know you bought a set, much less see you in it. Not yet.

You could try to lie, but Gojo always sees through you, through every change in inflection, the way your eyebrow twitches before speaking.

“Can I come in?” he asks softly, almost hesitantly.

How can you possibly resist him when he speaks to you like this? Asking permission as if this space you live in isn’t as much his?

You sigh, flustered at being caught this way, “Can you close your eyes first?”

He follows, laying one hand over his eyes for good measure before knocking on the door. You open it slowly, wood creaking as he steps inside.

You feel a little naked right now despite how he isn’t even looking your way, opting to face the side opposite from where you’re standing. It’s on purpose, you know, he can tell where you are—Six Eyes and all.

There’s a smile that he’s hiding, biting his lower lip to stop it from showing. His toes are wiggling from the excitement coursing through him.

You know Gojo will like you in anything; in fact, he’s made it very clear that he prefers you in nothing—but still. Your stomach feels queasy and you can’t get rid of how nervous you’re feeling.

And you guess, it’s really just because this was meant to be a surprise for him—the design you’ve chosen, how it looks on your body, how it looks to him, especially. You’d ordered the lingerie set months in advance to leave a lot of time for returns, whether it turned out ill-fitting or just unflattering.

You didn’t expect him to catch a glimpse of it now, months before his birthday, before you were even ready.

“I’m waiting…” he teases, voice sing-song in that way he usually does to annoy you. It always makes you smile though, and it’s an odd form of comforting with how it dulls your jitters right now, just a little bit.

“Okay, you can look.”

As soon as he turns, you squeeze your eyes shut, hands on your sides as you fiddle with your fingernails. Seeing, knowing his reaction in real time is still nervewracking, regardless of every reassurance you tell yourself—because, what if this is the off-chance that you’re wrong, and he doesn’t like it?

Or worse: what if he has to pretend he likes it?

You frown a bit—it doesn’t help at all that Gojo isn’t saying anything.

But—

How can he, when there are no words, no adjectives, no possible descriptions to articulate what he’s seeing—what he’s feeling?

If he didn’t die then, in every instance he’s brushed with death: by Toji’s hands, locked up inside that box, in that final moment with Sukuna, nearly halved—

He thinks he might have just died right now.

Because this? You? In lingerie as pink as all he’s feeling—his cheeks, his nose, flushing down his neck, maybe even his chest if it were exposed.

It’s heaven.

You’re a sight.

While Gojo has certainly seen you in much less, and done with you things much more than just stand with you like this, he’s never seen you in lingerie.

And you’re so pretty. Sexy. All his, he can’t believe it.

He’s noticing all the little details on it–on you–its shade, almost salmon with a bit of baby pink; its material: sheer net as the base for everything—it’s practically see-through save for the delicate floral lace running across the bra cups and panty front.

The set itself is nice, sure, but he knows he only likes it this much because it’s on you. And he knows he’ll always like anything on you.

The heat in his stomach is building, spreading, to the single part of him that—

“Is it that bad?” you scrunch your nose, eyes still closed. He looks at you confused, before he realizes: he hasn’t said anything.

He chuckles and you open your eyes, pouting.

And God, he wishes you didn’t do that. That look on your face—what it does to him.

“I ordered it in advance for your birthday,” you start, pout deepening as you ramble on, “it was supposed to be a surprise, but if you don’t like it, I can still–”

That’s enough.

He can’t believe that you actually think he doesn’t like it.

Gojo steps into your space, close enough to grab you by the waist as his other hand reaches up to slot itself in the area between your ear and your jawline, tilting your head up slightly as he leans in to kiss you.

It’s rushed at first, almost desperate—hungry, the way he releases his breath only to take you in; your lips, soft in the way he knows them to be, his hand on your waist squeezing. Your fingertips trail to his cheek, almost cupping as his kisses turn deeper, more languid, lips moving against yours slowly, savoring.

Gojo is a fast learner, and he shows it best in the way he kisses you, as if he’s memorized every way to build that familiar heat within you. You lay your other hand against his chest, gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt as he pulls you closer.

You bite his lip and suck, just a little bit, the way he likes it, and he moans, lowly, vibrations rippling through your mouth as he holds you steady. He’s hard already; you can feel it pressing against your lower belly.

And you realize, as a small laugh tears itself away from you, how ridiculous it was for you to even worry.

You break the kiss, leaning your forehead against his as you keep your noses touching. It’s impossible to tell how Gojo looks, but you have a hunch with how he’s breathing so heavily; the skies in his eyes must be darker, almost gray, turned on by desire—the same one settling deep in your stomach, aching, needy.

“It’s perfect,” he whispers, lips grazing yours. He traces hearts by your shoulder, something born out of the many times you’ve lain in bed together, playing with the strap of your bra before pulling, a short snap! as he lets go.

“You like it?” you whisper back, a lilt in your tone, teasing. Your fingers come up to trace his lips and he holds them in place, nipping.

“Mhm,” he grins, smoothing his hand over the lace details on your bra, his thumb rubbing, “so pretty.”

He leans in again, a small peck, before asking, “Does this mean I can get my gift now?”

You laugh, hitting his chest, “It’s not your birthday yet!”

“Yeah, but what is time anyway?”

And you know, with the way he’s trailing kisses down your neck, licking and sucking—you’re going to have to find another thing to surprise him with on his birthday.

Later that evening, with your head lying right on his chest, you remember.

“Oh yeah, the set also came with one of those belt things. Garter, I think? But I wasn’t sure if you’d be into–”

You’ve never seen Gojo get up from bed faster.

thank you notes: for that anon that asked about whether col reader wears lingerie! + @stellamancer @soumies @crysugu for validating me that pink is in fact col reader's colour ᰔ i also just luv u guys 🥺

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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wavehala · 6 months

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wavehala · 7 months

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they are flirting

(comm info/ kofi support)

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wavehala · 7 months

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mappa animating with one hand this season

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wavehala · 7 months

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rebloging this as if my life depended on it

against a mirror, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, prone bone, full nelson, outside, in the rooftop, in the train, on a plane, on the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, by the fireplace, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, in the basement, against the window, in the car

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wavehala · 7 months

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I am so normal about this

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wavehala · 7 months

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

a/n ♡ im a whore for friends to lovers so here you go <3

tags ♡ fluff, bf!chan, friends to lovers, smut, breeding, oral (m and f receiving), mentions of sub!chan, overstimulation, minor exhibitionism, aftercare rating ♡ e for explicit

best friend!chan who gives you wake up calls because he knows you sleep through your alarms

best friend!chan who brings you your favourite drink in the mornings before class

best friend!chan who drives you to school, singing along to his playlist

best friend!chan who looks picks you up whenever a date goes wrong

best friend!chan who comforts you when your boyfriend breaks up with you

best friend!chan who drops everything to pick you up when you're too drunk to go home by yourself

best friend!chan who's accepted that he'll forever be in the friendzone but it's ok because he still gets to be with you

"best friend!chan" who looks at you in shock when you when you confess your feelings for him

boyfriend!chan who remembers every milestone he's shared with you

boyfriend!chan who plans the cutest home dates because he knows you're too overwhelmed to go out sometimes

boyfriend!chan who writes songs about you, calling you his muse

boyfriend!chan who brings you soup and keeps you company when you're sick

boyfriend!chan who, after long days, comes over and naps in your arms

boyfriend!chan who's whole personality changes in the bedroom

boyfriend!chan who will turn you into an incoherent mess one day and will beg you to let him cum the next

boyfriend!chan who will finger you in traffic, not caring about who sees

boyfriend!chan who loves to see you ride him, not letting you stop even after you cum

boyfriend!chan who's obsessed with breeding you, fucking his cum deep inside you

boyfriend!chan who eats you out whenever he has the chance to, loving how your legs shake as he overstimulates you

boyfriend!chan who can't hold back his whimpers as you take his cock down your throat

boyfriend!chan who will whisper how good you are for taking his cock as he fucks your sweet spot over and over again

boyfriend!chan who's a god at aftercare, making sure you feel safe in his arms after a long session

a/n ♡ i might have to do this with all the members tbh ;)

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wavehala · 7 months

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my fucking god gege is not seeing heaven and i won’t be seeing another day gojo can’t be dead

#i cannot take this shit anymore #i am a mess #i can’t stop crying #gojo please come back home

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wavehala · 8 months

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my girl menu girl drink girl appetizers girl breakfast girl snack girl brunch girl lunch girl dinner girl treat girl buffet girl midnight snack

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wavehala · 8 months

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When You're Stronger Then Them

Jujutsu Kaisen Men x AFAB Reader

Warnings: No explicit content but there are some suggestive themes. All Characters are 18+ in this post!

the tiny lil line dividers are from the lovely @/benkeibear

Gojo Satoru

You? Stronger than him? Don’t make him laugh

At least that’s what he’s thinking until you two decide to train for hand-to-hand combat

Satoru is mildly shocked when you manage to keep up with him, you’re quick on your feet and have good reflexes

When you manage to land a good, hard hit to his gut, he realizes there’s no point in trying to hold back with you

In the end, you were both tangled on the exercise mats, panting heavily. Satoru had you pinned, a triumphant look on his face as he smirked down at you.

"I win again." He huffed out, resting more of his weight on you just to see you wheeze. "Yeah w-whatever." You stopped struggling, looking up at him just a little defeated. "You put up a good fight though, I'm impressed." He smiled, still lying on top of you like a dead weight. He had your arms pinned above your head, one knee between your legs to keep them from closing. In any other situation, the position would be pretty lewd. "I'm no match when it comes to cursed energy Satoru." though you felt pretty proud of yourself for keeping up with him in combat like this. You watched him open his mouth, ready to make a response, that was your opening. With one swift movement, you were able to flip the both of you. Satoru looked mildly shocked as you straddled him, his hands still griping your wrists. "I win."

Geto Suguru

He typically has the advantage when it comes to training

He won't use his strongest curses on you, but you also won't give it your all because you don't want to kill his "valuable" curses.

So you usually train in hand-to-hand combat, where neither of you hold back. Not even a little bit.

Suguru (like Satoru) had been holding back the first time you sparred and was quickly corrected when he just barely blocked a kick to his head. Which had him blinking at you in shock.

Five rounds later, you've got Suguru pinned to the mat with your ass on top of his head, effectively immobilizing him.

"This is just cruel." Suguru's voice is slightly muffled by the way his cheek is pressing into the mat. "No, this is fair. You really tried to hold back on me earlier." You laughed softly as Suguru huffed, not even trying to get you off of him anymore. "Ya know, this isn't a terrible punishment-" he chuckled as you immediately got off of him, muttering something about how he's "such a pervert." He only laughed harder, sitting up and watching you flop down on the mat next to him. "You're strong, really strong. When did that happen?" he wiped the sweat from his brow as you cracked open a water bottle. "I've been training hard, it's fun being able to beat your ass." you could tell he immediately wanted to say something to defend himself but stopped short when he realized you were right. "yeah, whatever."

Nanami Kento

He's reluctant to train with you, he'd much rather just go work out or something calmer. But you're so damn persistent...

He gives in, agreeing to spar with you one evening, weapons allowed and everything (which he hates but you're so excited.)

Much to Nanami's surprise, you manage to knock the wind out of him within the first five minutes, squeaking out an apology

He assures you it's fine, admitting he had initially underestimated you... you can tell he's getting a bit into it now.

An hour later, you're both dripping sweat and panting, You've got your blade pressed to his throat while pinning one arm down with your foot, the other pinned with your knee.

"Ready to give up, Kento?" You were panting, watching him catch his breath while shamelessly looking your body over. His eyes on you made you feel hot all over, swallowing nervously as he took a moment to respond. "I suppose so." his voice is hoarse, making you spring off of him a little faster than you intended. "Sorry if I was too rough." you noticed a welt forming on his wrist from where you had knelt on it, hand reaching out to rub it without thinking. Nanami was frozen for a moment, watching you rub tender circles on the red mark until it slowly began to fade. "Don't apologize, I had fun." hearing THE Nanami Kento tell you he had fun while training was enough to make you feel dizzy for a moment. "Really? You? You had fun getting your ass handed to you?" you tried not to smirk, but the quiet laughter that left him made it impossible "yeah, I did."

Fushiguro Toji

It took no time at all to convince the man to "spar" with you

Toji agreed almost instantly, solely for the fact that he could get his hands on you and it wouldn't be weird.

Ulterior motives are Toji's specialty, so it shouldn't be a surprise that you manage to catch him off guard instantly and get him flat on his back, katana pressed just under his chin

He hadn't expected you to actually be this strong, never mind getting him on his ass within seconds

Though he has to admit, it excites him to no end

"Eh? I win again, Toji? I have a feeling you just like me straddling you." You were caging him, thighs on either side of his waist as you kept the blade pressed to his chest, feeling his heartbeat thump erratically. "Aw, you caught me red-handed sweetheart." he practically purred, watching you get off of him with an eye roll. “C’mon Toji, it ain’t beneficial to me if you’re just letting me knock you on your ass.” You taunt him, watching him get up with ease as he smiled at you. “Ah, so you want me to pin you instead?” You huff out a laugh at that, wiping the sweat from your brow as you nod. “Yeah, kinda the whole point… though I’m seriously starting to question your skills… I don’t think you could pin me to this mat if you tried.” He loved a good challenge… and a bitch with a sharp tongue. You had the man before you completely enthralled now. “Bring it, sweetheart.”

Okkotsu Yuta

He's down to spar if you ask him, but he's going to hold back

You know you stand no chance at beating him when it comes to curse energy which is why you opt for hand-to-hand

Needless to say, Yuta doesn't hold back after you get him pinned to the mats within ten seconds.

You're not fragile, nor are you weak. So, Yuta quickly realizes how insulting it would be if he tried to hold back with you. What he hadn't expected was for you to be genuinely stronger

Two hours later, you're both collapsed on the mats, sweating and panting as you try to give your aching bodies a proper break.

"I underestimated you, so hard." Yuta wheezed, head turning to look at where you were sprawled out on the mat. “I know you did.” You chuckle, not at all offended by this information. “When did you get so strong?” His question was genuine, genuine enough to have you turning your head to look at him too. “When you were training in Africa.” You chuckled, sitting up and noting the bruises forming on his biceps. “I did a number on you, huh?” You moved closer, fingers gingerly tracing the black and blue marks. Trying to ignore the way goosebumps erupted across his skin. Yuta flinched a bit, not because it hurt but because you were touching him so softly. “D-don’t worry about it. I don’t mind, really!” He squeaked, warmth blossoming across his cheeks as you laughed. “At least let me patch you up, it’s the least I could do.” But your tone only had the poor man turning a deeper shade of red.

Itadori Yuji

His hands are rated E for everyone.

Yuji is trilled when you ask him to train with you

Yuji knows better than to hold back, even if you’re a woman. He knows you’re strong and that it would be doing you a disservice to even think about holding back

Yuji is mildly surprised when you’re able to keep up with his hand-to-hand combat skills. Cursed energy easily goes to you but he figure he'd have some advantage with physical combat.

Needless to say, it excites him heavily, especially since most prefer to just train with strictly curse energy.

“Dare I say I won?” You tease the pink haired man, one hand on his wrists while your thighs rest on either side of his chest. Sweaty and breathless, Yuji sighs, nodding his head and throwing in the towel. “You’re amazing.” He comments as you get off him, wiping your sweat with your shirt before flopping down on the mat as Yuji sits up. “So are you, Yuji! You’re crazy strong.” You smile, eyes fluttering shut as you try and ease your racing heart. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so strong or fast! I-I don’t want that to sound rude or anything…” you laughed as he quickly tried to ease the worries you didn’t have. “I don’t take any offense, Yu. I think of it as an advantage. When opponents underestimate me it’s usually too late.” You tease, using your foot to tap his thigh. He nodded, hanging on to every word you spoke. “I see, it’s pretty cool honestly.” He flashed you that familiar grin, one that always made a smile tug at your own lips. “Thanks, Yu.”

Fushiguro Megumi

Absolutely refuses until you mention that Yuji’s trained with you plenty of times

Even then, he’s reluctant as you drag him into the training room and explain you’d rather just do hand-to-hand combat and save using curse energy for another day

Megumi thinks he has the advantage, assuming you’re underestimating his combat abilities

That is, until you actually start sparring. Before he knows it, he’s getting flashbacks to years prior when he’d ask Gojo to train him

The last thing he expected was to be tossed across the room by you, hitting the mats with a hard thump.

“Oh fuck! Megumi I’m sorry!” You squeaked as he groaned, sitting up a moment prior as you crossed the distance and sat next to him. “D-don’t be.” He choked out, heat flooding his face. “Are you hurt? I didn’t think you’d go that far!” Once he shakes his head, you begin to laugh a bit. “I really sent you flying.” Megumi looks up at you, glaring just a bit as you chuckled. “Yeah, any harder and you may have sent me through the damn wall… when the hell did you get so strong?” You sigh, laughter subsiding as you shrug. “I dunno, maybe I’ve just always held back when training with you.” You shot him a wink, standing up again and creating space. “Are you ready to go again? Or are you tapping out?” You smirk, watching the determination light up his green eyes. “Bull shit I’m tapping out, we’re just getting started.” Megumi is getting to his feet, readying himself in a fighting stance as you smile. “Alright then, don’t blame me if you actually go through the wall next time, Meg.”

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