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The left side of his body didn’t function quite the same. His left eye didn’t have vision back, so it was a blur of shadows and lights and colors. His left leg would limp on particularly bad days, and most days he walked with a cane if he wasn’t completely bedridden. And the thing that affected him the most was the fact that he could finally be with you the way he wanted to.

Except you worried him. You always worried him. You had stayed to work at Jujutsu Tech to become a manager and a part time teacher. You often worked very late shifts. Kento disliked the fact that you thought you had to work this much.

Tonight was a night like the others. But for some reason, he had it in his mind that you weren’t coming back. He always seemed to spiral like this lately. He had been taking his medication, but the thoughts always came back. 

The thought of you leaving him for someone younger…more capable…less disabled. It hurt him to think these thoughts, but he just can’t seem to dispel them tonight. Despite your pleas for him to stop drinking, he decides it’s a good night to have a glass of whiskey.

It burns in his throat as he tries his best to push away all those thoughts of you leaving him. Tears sting his eyes when he thinks about you out with some other man. Someone younger and more capable, someone who could dance with you and fuck you better. Someone in the peak of their life. Not someone broken and discarded like him.

As the car pulls up to your apartment building, you thank Ijichi a million times over. Despite his close call in Shibuya, it was thanks to your husband that he actually ended up making it out alive. So for Ijichi, driving you home on the nights that he wanted to allow Nanami to rest more, it was nothing. This was just another way for Ijichi to thank his friend who saved him.

The minute you get inside, Nanami stands up so fast from his seat, you swear you haven’t seen him this stable on his two feet since before the incident. You try to help him back to sit, but he’s quick to push you up against the wall. You smell the whiskey on his breath.

“Who is it this time, huh? I bet he’s pretty cute. Does he fuck you just as good as me?”

Tears sting your eyes and you shake your head. You try to caress Nanami’s face, but he’s so quick to push you against the wall even more. He’s not wearing his eyepatch, which makes him look even more menacing.

“Are you going to answer my question, darling?”

You moan, “N-no! It’s ridiculous! How can I show you my devotion?”

Nanami snarls and he pushes himself off of you. He wants to believe you. But he saw you coming out of a car with a man in the driver’s seat. In his fit of rage, he didn’t quite make out that it was his good friend Ijichi.

“Who drove you home? Are you fucking him?!” Nanami asks.

“It was Ijichi-san! He wanted you to rest. This is why he drove me home.”

Nanami looks at you, trying to decide if you’re telling him the truth or not. Then he comes over to you, his hands gripping your blouse.

“If you’re devoted to me, then you’ll have to show it. Prove it to me. Prove to me that you haven’t lost interest in me,” His words are so dark and powerful.

You squeal the minute he rips your blouse open. Your cheeks burn as you realize the underwear you’re wearing under it. It’s a lacy, silky little thing. With you working so much lately, you haven’t been able to get on top of the laundry. So you found yourself with the decision to either go commando at work or wear the cute lingerie set you bought to surprise Kento so many months ago.

“What the fuck is this?! Why are you fucking wearing this?!”

You whine, “I-I didn’t have anything else to wear! I haven’t been able to do the laundry.”

He pushes you up against the wall, his lips pressing down on yours hungrily and in a possessive way. Kento desperately wants to believe you because he doesn’t want to believe the opposite. The thought of you wearing this cute and sexy lingerie set for someone else makes his blood boil. When he pulls away, you’re almost out of breath.

“Get into the bedroom. Strip your clothes.”

You do as you’re told. You make a beeline for the bedroom, opening the door and removing your ruined blouse. Nanami follows you, limping slightly. He watches as you strip for him. You were going to prove just how devoted you are.

“On your fucking knees. Keep those stockings on.”

The command makes you shudder from head to toe. With your blouse off and skirt resting at your feet, you’re left in only your stockings and garter belt. Nanami begins to palm at his erection as you get on your knees. The way you look up at him like he hung the stars in the sky for you, it’s making him throb in his pants.

“Are you my good girl?” He asks, grabbing your hair.

“Yes. yes I am. I’m your good girl.”

He loves the way you’re reacting to this. It’s exactly how he wanted it to go. But damn, those thoughts had very clearly clouded his logic. With his free hand, he unzips his pants and releases his heavy cock from the confines of his pants. He pumps his cock a few times, making it dribble precum.

“Suck.”

Just one word and it has need pooling deep inside of you. You open your mouth; saliva is already drooling out. Nanami loves seeing you so needy for cock like this. He thrusts into your mouth, making you gasp. You nearly choke on his length. His hips begin pumping and he holds you by your hair.

“Be a good girl. Suck daddy’s cock.”

He looks down at you. His eyes are dark. Especially the injured one. It’s always dark, but this time it’s even darker. You try to keep eye contact with him. It’s just too tough to do so. You’re trying to breathe and trying not to choke. The way you tremble under his gaze makes Nanami throb in your mouth.

His hips begin to snap as he fucks himself down your throat. You sputter and cough as you do everything you can to adjust to this rough sex. Your eyes are almost pleading for him to slow down, but you know you want to make your husband feel so loved.

Finally he pulls out and he uses the tip to tap your lips. He smears saliva and precum all over your face. Kento smirks at the mess of your mouth and face. He then releases you.

“I can see you’re still devoted to me.”

He helps you onto the bed, spreading your legs. His hands linger on your thighs, feeling the soft nylon of your thigh-highs. He leans in to kiss you hungrily, reveling in the way you taste of his cock and his precum. It’s so intoxicating to taste himself on your lips. He’s the only man you’ll ever treasure forever.

“You can be a good girl, huh?”

You nod your head eagerly. “Y-yes daddy.”

He smirks when he hears that word coming from you now. Kento leans in to kiss you hungrily again. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, penetrating your lips. You two make out for a few minutes. He loves the way your hips buck up to meet his.

Then his lips trail down your chin, down your jaw and to your neck. You cry out when he nips at your neck. He sucks on the skin for a few seconds, leaving a dark red mark. He then licks the mark, making you shiver.

“You’re mine,” he says as he slams his lips against yours. “Mine.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses a trail down from your neck to your breasts. He licks softly at one of your nipples. Then he kisses the other. You sigh happily as he’s becoming a bit more soft with you. Then he bites down on your breast, making you gasp and whine.

“K-Ken…”

He looks up at you with sheer possessiveness in his eyes. He bites down a little harder, almost drawing blood. Then he begins to lavish your breasts in kisses, praising you for being so good to him.

“My angel…oh my angel.”

Then he spreads your thighs. Kento gets on his stomach and begins to lap at you like you are the only thing he ever wants to taste for the rest of his life. The moans and whimpers that are ripped from your mouth as he suckles and licks your clit are downright pathetic. You’re shuddering and thighs are clenching as he works you fast to the most earth shattering orgasm.

“Cumming! Cumming!”

He doesn’t need to hear more. You could easily suffocate him between your thighs and he’d die a happy man. Kento loves being able to make you cum so hard you nearly pass out. He looks up at you, loving the way your eyes are so rolled back he can only see the whites of your eyes.

Your release is intense. You desperately try to breathe, but all the air feels like it’s being knocked out of your lungs. Kento’s name is on your lips as your thighs clench and your cunt pulses around nothing. Nanami plunges his tongue into your hole; he’s eager to taste your nectar.

With you trembling and whimpering, he knows you’re ready for the next part. He grasps his cock, slapping your clit with it.

“Tell me,” Kento’s voice is deep. “Tell me who you fucking belong to. Who does this pussy belong to?”

You whine as you feel the tip of his cock slapping against your swollen clit. “I belong to you!”

He grips both your breasts, making you whine as his fingers dig into the previous bite mark. He loves hearing you whine just for him. It’s one of the sexiest sounds he’s ever heard. Kento dips down to suckle on your nipples, going from one to the other.

“I think I need to fuck a baby into you. Then you’ll stay for sure.”

The words make your stomach do flips. You know he’s been talking about this a lot since the two of you have rekindled your intimacy since the incident. Kento growls as he continues to suck on your nipples.

“Imagine how full your tits will be. You’ll let daddy suck on them, yeah? Save a little milk just for me?”

You look down at him and you notice how his expression has changed. His eyes are softer as he suckles on your nipples. You caress his face, making him whimper softly.

“Wanna get you knocked up.”

This is when he changes his expression once more. It’s dark and needy once more. Demanding and possessive. He spreads your legs, spitting on your already soaked cunt and shoves his cock into you. You gasp and try to reach for him, but Kento decides to intertwine your fingers together as he snaps his hips.

“I love you,” he growls in your ear. “I’m gonna knock you up. Make you a mommy,”

Your legs wrap around him, pulling him even deeper. With every thrust, he’s pushed even closer to the edge. He has to rest himself on your chest to try and ground himself. The fluttering and pulsing of your walls is proving to be almost too overwhelming. Every breath is shaky as he tries to desperately stabilize himself.

“G-gonna fucking cum inside you. Let daddy cum inside you.”

Another moan is ripped from you as Kento releases your hands and he grabs onto your hips. He slams himself into you harder, deeper and faster. Sweat slicks your skin, leaving a sheen on his marblesque body. You’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as him, even with his scars. 

“Cum inside me,”

Your words surprise him, but they please him. He brings one of his hands to your face, his thumb sliding into your mouth. You suck on it eagerly, making him throb and twitch inside you. Then he slides his hand back down to between your thighs, rubbing your clit.

“Cum with me. Please, cum with me!”

It takes so little effort for him to send you careening over the edge. A loud moan erupts from your lips, and the pulsing of your silky walls pushes Kento into his own release. He whines loudly with every sticky thrust that sends his cum even deeper inside of you.

And then everything comes down slowly. Kento slumps against you, and you’re quick to begin playing with his hair and gently rubbing his back. He sighs happily and then he looks up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Shhh…don’t think about it just right now. We can deal with this together in the morning, okay?”

Kento smiles, “I’m going to make an appointment with my therapist tomorrow,”

The days that followed were very difficult for you. Having to stay home during PE after having been excused from it for a week, it didn’t seem to make things better for you.

Momma had been a little less on edge with you. She seemed to think she could pray it all away. You busied yourself with sewing, drawing and reading. 

These were the little things you were allowed to do that weren’t considered a sin. Momma lets you have some hobbies, but not many. She  claimed that if you were to think too deeply on certain things, that’s when your mind would drift away from the good Lord above.

And so your afternoons were spent inside the cold, frigid house you had come to call your home. Momma had made sure you’d stay home for a week off school. As she had put it, you needed to pray for forgiveness and being at school with all the boys would do you no good. Whatever that meant. 

Still, you enjoyed the time you had at home. With every passing day you spent at home, you would cross it off on the calendar in a dark red marker. It almost became comical to you in a way.

Red…blood red. 

You would laugh every time you even thought about the incident in the locker room. Oh how you had been so clueless then. But you knew now…oh how you knew it now. Monthly menstruations.

They hurt, yes. But it was all natural. Even if momma thought it was because you had been tainted. You found some books at the library that you read up on as much as possible without her finding out.

The other part of your stay at home was to practice that power. The new, yet felt familiar, power. The aura that glows every time you flex that muscle in your mind.

It made your heart race. It makes you sweat and feel cold all at once. You wonder every time you do this if you’ll ever find the origin of this power.

The aura glows a bright, hot pink now. It’s steadier every single time you use this power. It forms almost a hand-like shape. It grips things, moves them, shakes them around.

But it does other things. You begin to wonder what else you could do with your newfound power. You begin to wonder if there are others out there like you as well. It would be an awfully lonely existence if you were the only one.

Some of the books you got from the library tell you about this power that some people have. They talk about the TK gene and you think that maybe you could have it. Telekinesis. 

Telekinesis (or Psychokinesis) is the paranormal ability to move or manipulate objects or people with power of one's mind.

You had read that line over and over and over again. It was almost like your own private mantra. Something almost like a prayer. There was a part of you that wondered if maybe there was something more to this power.

Why did you have a glowing aura? None of the other reports of TK that you read mentioned anything about a colorful aura. Perhaps it could be your own personal touch to your new power.

Whenever you used your mind and you flexed, the aura grew bigger and brighter. And you had even started to notice the way the pink was turning into a deep and rich purple hue.

Maybe as you continued to flex, you would find that different things would come about this power. And then…then you would show them.

You’d show them all.

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On Monday morning, the girls walk into the gym. The memory of what happened to you in the locker room is all still fresh in their minds. Here they are, dressed in their gym attire.

Miss Callahan walks towards the gaggle of girls. She’s not impressed with them, not one bit. A sharp blow of her whistle gets everyone’s attention.

“Roll call!”

Some of the girls seem to pep up at this. Most of them just stay seated on the bleachers. As Miss Callahan calls their names, they all diligently call out “present”. The gym teacher then marches forward and looks at all of them.

“What a nice bunch of to-be graduates you are,” she says in a snarky way. “Must be nice to know you’ll be going to prom soon too.”

Nobody dares to say a word. They all know where this is going, but they don’t want to push their luck either. It was almost like Miss Callahan could see right into their souls and see how some of them carried guilt about what had happened. Mainly Skye Smith.

“I bet most of you already have your dates thought up and probably have your gowns. Am I right?”

The silence was deafening. Miss Callahan was growing even more impatient with this group. But she’d be able to whip them into shape. She could do that.

“I bet Skye Smith is going with the lucky Toby Robinson. Am I right?” 

Skye looks down, “Y-yes. Yes we are going together.”

“And you, Helen, probably going with your steady man…Reggie?”

It goes a bit back and forth for a bit. Then Miss Callahan’s eyes happen upon Cait Hall. Oh how this young woman thought herself untouchable because of her lawyer father.

“Who’s your lucky guy, Cait?”

Cait rolls her eyes and mumbles, “Beau Noble.”

“What was that? Couldn’t hear ya.”

“Beau Noble!”

Miss Callahan moves away from the group of girls. She would make them pay for what they did to you. The fear in your eyes, the way you seemed to be so deathly afraid of what had happened to you. She couldn’t shake those thoughts from her mind. She dreamt about it, night after night.

“You know, looking at the lot of you, I don’t think any of you realize what a shitty thing you did on Friday! Do any of you stop to think? No, I don’t think you do!”

Cait picks up her purse, trying to storm out. Miss Callahan is quick to stop her. “Don’t you dare. You need to stay put.”

There’s an aggression in her voice that causes Cait to stop and pull back. She sneers and makes her way back to the bleachers, cursing the teacher in her mind.

“I think all of you really need to have a good, long moment of self-reflection. Cause I don’t think any of you truly realize just how terrible you were.”

Even if the words don’t quite register, the punishment to come will definitely make them all nervous. Natasha looks at Cait, and Cait rolls her eyes once more.

“I know what you all think of her! You think she’s ugly. Well guess what! You’re all ugly. I saw it on Friday morning.”

The girls all look down. Except for Cait. Cait, who always has to have the last word, is ready to fight back whatever punishment this bitch of a teacher has in store for any of them.

Miss Callahan pushes the clipboard behind her and looks up at all the girls. She knew exactly how to make them think twice about pulling some shit like this again.

“The office has decided on the appropriate punishment for you young ladies.” Miss Callahan begins. “Now you’re lucky because they decided on something much softer than I had planned.”

Some of the girls seem nervous now. They wonder what Miss Callahan and the office were going to dish out. Skye Smith wishes she could turn back the clock. The guilt is waying so heavily on her now.

“My idea had been a suspension and refusal of your prom tickets.” There’s almost a playfulness to her tone as she watches them gasp and look shocked. 

“But since the office likes you young ladies so much, they decided it would be best if it was just a week-long detention.”

This seems to put the class of young women into high spirits again. Miss Callahan smirks, placing her hands on her hips. The clipboard in her hands almost looks menacing in its own right now.

“It’s going to be detention with me! And oh do I have so many drills for you to run! So many wrestling mats to be cleaned.”

There’s an air of disappointment and Cait Hall gets up, gripping her purse once more. She looks determined to leave once again.

“Then I’m not gonna come,” Cait says in a defiant tone.

“That’s up to you, Cait. That’s up to any of you, really. Skipping detention garners the punishment of the suspension and refusal of the prom tickets. Do you understand me now?”

The words coming from Miss Callahan frightened most of them. There were a few snickers from Natasha who watched as Cait Hall finally seceded.

“Now that you all understand, get dressed!” Miss Callahan finishes it with a blow of her shrill whistle.

Cait Hall seems to want to stalk off. The rest of the girls begin piling into the locker room. 

“This isn’t over! Not by a long shot!” Cait cries, angry that she’d have to face the music for the issues she caused.

Skye Smith turns to face the blonde. “Just shut up, Cait.”

And with that, they all go get changed. 

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You were scrambling to find a last minute present. How could you be so careless? You had the date circled on your calendar for months now. Now the day was fast approaching and you had been so busy with mission after mission.

Haibara notices you in the common room of the dorms and he can sense you panicking. He hates the way you seem to be so stressed. He buys you a cola from the vending machine and passes it to you.

“Oh Yu, I fucked up.” You say, opening the can. You take three long sips.

Yu tilts his head. “What’s wrong? Can I help?”

You finally finish off the can of cola in a panic. Then you look over at your brunette friend. You have no idea how you’re going to tell him you forgot Nanami’s birthday.

But the minute you do, Yu realizes he’s got a good idea for all three of you! It’s the perfect gift for Nanami!

This is how you end up on Nanami’s bed, naked except for ribbons wrapped around you and a pretty bow on your head. Haibara feels very accomplished with his idea. The minute Nanami walks into the room, his eyes widen and his cock twitches.

“Happy birthday, Kento!” You and Haibara cheer.

Nanami is quick to close the door behind him and lock it. He places his blade holder on the desk and then he approaches you both. He’s got a smirk on his face despite the blush that covers his cheeks and tops of his ears.

“Like you present?” Haibara asks him.

Nanami cocks an eyebrow, “Are you a present too?”

This causes Haibara to blush now too and shake his head. Nanami laughs and then he pulls the brunette towards him. Your heart skips a beat when you watch them begin to kiss. It’s passionate if not a little sloppy.

The way Nanami caresses Haibara’s face gently, it’s what makes you realize that something deeper seems to be going on between them. Then Nanami finally pulls away from him and focuses his attention on you.

“Time to open my present,” his voice is dripping with need.

He gets on the bed and begins slowly pulling on the ribbons. All that’s left is the bow on your head. Kento’s cock twitches to life as he spreads your legs completely.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he groans softly. Haibara crawls onto the bed and begins to play with your tits.

Kento takes a moment to kiss you too. It’s deep and passionate, but not lacking in need. Your tongues roll and rub together, and when he pulls away there’s a string of saliva that’s keeping you connected.

Haibara watches as Nanami begins to kiss and nip a trail down your body. Yu helps keep your legs spread as Nanami finally reaches between them. Both of them share a look of pure lust before Kento bites down on your inner thigh.

“What a perfect gift,” Nanami comments. Then his eyes darted up at you. “What did you get me?”

You blush, “I…I’m your gift.”

Nanami nods. “Uh huh. Yu gifted you to me. What did you get me?”

You panic and look over at Haibara, who helps remedy the situation. “She’s gifting you her heavenly little pussy.”

Before you can even do or say anything else, Nanami growls and he leans in to begin lapping at your pussy. Your toes curl and your thighs shake. He licks from your hole to your clit a few times before he wraps his lips around the little bundle of nerves.

“Hah, looks like he’s pussydrunk.” Haibara jabs. “I would be too if I could taste your little pussy.”

Nanami pulls himself off you, “Join me then. Taste it with me.”

Haibara doesn’t need to be told twice. Nanami spreads you open even more; you’ve become a veritable feast for both men. Haibara gets a whiff of your scent and he feels his cock throbbing in his pants.

You can’t hold back your moans as both of them lean in to begin making out. Their tongues ghost over your lips and clit, prompting Haibara to have a taste of you. You watch as his eyes roll back. You’re shaking from head to toe as they take turns licking, sucking and slurping at your leaking pussy.

Your hands reach down to begin tugging on their hair. Nanami grunts when you begin to hump their faces a little bit. He keeps pulling Yu in to make out with him. You know that if you keep watching, you’re not going to be able to last.

Then you feel Nanami’s long fingers prodding your hole. He slips one of them into you and with Haibara licking your clit, you can barely warn them that you’re about to cum. Small, pathetic mewls and pants fall from your lips.

A loud whine erupts from you as both men work you to such an earth shattering and thigh shaking orgasm. You feel your walls clenching and pulsing around Nanami’s finger. Stars speckle your vision as you clench the sheets beneath you.

“What a good girl,” Nanami mumbles as he helps Haibara prolong your pleasure.

Eventually you have to push them off. Both men begin making out again, leaving you a chance to catch your breath. But it’s not for long. Soon they both are tugging off each other’s clothes and then they smirk down at you.

“Hey Yu,” Nanami starts. “What should we do next with my birthday gift?”

Haibara makes a big show of thinking about it. “Why don’t we fuck it?”

“Together?” Nanami asks him, reaching over to stroke Haibara’s hard cock.

Yu moans and throws his head back. You can see the precum leaking from the fat tip. Your mouth waters at the thought of being able to taste him.

“You think we can both fit into that hole?” Haibara asks, moaning softly.

Nanami laughs. “Only one way to find out.”

Safe to say, Nanami ended up having a wonderful birthday even if you didn’t get him a traditional gift.

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“Knock knock,” Gojo’s voice sounds out from the hallway. His hands are full as he reaches Nanami’s office door.

Nanami looks up from his work and sighs. “What do you want, Gojo?”

Gojo practically prances over t0 the younger man’s desk. He places a few packages down as well as a beautifully decorated gourmet cake. The icing spells out: “Happy Birthday Nanamin”, much to Nanami’s chagrin. He’s not fond of celebrating his birthday. It only reminds him that he’s one year older and that he can’t celebrate with Haibara.

“Happy birthday!” Gojo cheers before leaning in to kiss Nanami’s cheek.

Nanami freezes. He wasn’t expecting this from Gojo. The gifts and the cake, yes. But The kiss? No. Not that. He looks up at Gojo and sighs. 

“You know I’m not the most fond of sweets.” Nanami explains.

Gojo frowns, “But it’s your birthdaayyyyyy,”

Kento sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s a little impatient with the situation, but his heart is melting. For Gojo to even remember that today was his birthday, it meant a lot to Kento. He finally begins to open some of the gifts. 

A new tie, a brand new top of the line electric razor, some monogrammed socks, and a few passes to go to the fancy spa that Gojo sometimes frequents. Nanami is quite impressed. He reaches for the cake, but Gojo slaps his hand lightly.

“I’ve got a better idea!”

Nanami raises an eyebrow as he watches Gojo lock the door. Then when the tall man returns, Nanami feels his heart racing. Gojo gets down on his knees.

“W-what are you doing?” Nanami asks, a little breathless.

“Awh, can’t I take care of my little kohai on his birthday? Can’t I give you something better than a cake, Nanaminnnn~”

Gojo’s voice was way too flirty. Nanami could feel his cock twitching in his expensive dress pants as Gojo begins to unbuckle his belt. Nanami gasps when Gojo removes his blindfold. It’s been a while since Kento has seen those beautiful blue eyes.

Satoru chuckles softly as Kento eagerly raises his hips to help take his pants off faster. Then when Satoru gently palms Kento’s cock through his boxers, Nanami lets out the cutest moan that Satoru has ever heard from his underclassman.

Kento is thick, long and sensitive. Gojo loves being able to do this for him. It’s been a long time since they were intimate and he knows he’s going to enjoy every minute of it. Satoru begins stroking him, making Kento grunt softly.

“You sound so fucking sexy,” Gojo comments before licking the tip. “So sensitive, huh?”

Nanami pouts. “Shut up. I’m not—ahhh fuck, please Gojo.”

Gojo smirks before he wraps his lips around the tip of Kento’s cock. This is heaven for both men. The way Gojo uses his tongue around the weeping tip already has Nanami shuddering.

Gojo looks up at the blond man, watching as he squirms and shudders with every bob of his senpai’s head. Gojo moans around Kento’s thick cock and he’s savoring the musky flavor of his precum. Nanami grips onto the arms of his desk chair so hard. He feels his balls drawing up already.

“Gojo, wait, wait—ah fuck, please I can’t last much longer.”

Gojo pulls off Kento's cock, stroking him lazily as he looks up at the man. He smirks before giving the tip a little sloppy kiss and lapping up all the precum gathered there.

“Can’t last that long, huh? Where did all your stamina go, hmm?”

The teasing is making Nanami’s head spin. Gojo’s hands are incredibly soft as he strokes Nanami’s cock. Then there’s a loud moan that erupts from Nanami’s lips as Gojo deepthroats him in one movement. It’s been a very long time since anyone has deepthroated Nanami.

A guttural groan rumbles in Kento’s chest as he feels the knot in his stomach tighten impossibly tight. Pants and whines fall from his lips as Gojo swallows around him. Nanami clutches Gojo’s hair and bucks his hips a few times as he falls over the edge. A loud moan erupts from him as he spills his seed down Gojo’s throat.

Gojo swallows it all eagerly. Then he slowly pulls off Nanami’s cock. He then leans up and kisses Nanami, which surprises the younger man. They kiss passionately for a few moments.

“Happy birthday, Kento. Hope that was a nice surprise for you.” Gojo says as he gets up on his feet and places the blindfold on his face.

Kento pants and laughs. “It wasn’t what I was expecting. But…thank you.”

Gojo opens the cake and retrieves a slice. He begins feeding it to Nanami.

“Next time,” Nanami says between bites of the gourmet cake. “Take me to dinner first.”

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NSFW

Nanami was a little shy about doing anything with both of you. He’s just worried about screwing up. Haibara often has to praise him while you three are intimate.

Haibara enjoys being the one to take the lead at times. He’ll help Nanami get over his initial shyness and help him get into it.

Nanami gets pussydrunk very very very very easily. He enjoys lapping at your slit so that he can drink up your nectar.

Haibara loves being able to make Nanami shake and shudder as he deepthroats his thick cock. You enjoy playing with yourself as you watch them.

They will take turns if you need that. They’ll take you both at the same time if you’d prefer that. Whatever you want, they will listen to you and go with what you’d like.

Haibara is big on feeling you all over, his hands touching you anywhere he can reach. He loves to tease you, make you beg for it.

But Nanami ends up being the bigger tease. He enjoys even tying you up and watching you cry in frustration as he edges you over and over and ruins your orgasms.

Haibara often has to jump in and become the mediator. But it’s all consensual and all in good fun. He won’t ever let it go too far, and Nanami has established a safeword with you.

Sometimes they are both feeling needy and they’ll each take their preferred hole(Nanami in your pussy, Haibara in your ass or your mouth.) They love to take their time and really make you feel good.

The aftercare is spot on. Haibara helps you clean up, Nanami snuggles you and suckles on your nipples. Then you are all nestled in the blankets, cozy and happy.

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“Thank you,” you say as you take his hand.

He smiles. “It’s my pleasure. Gojo already went ahead to find our accommodations for the next couple of days.”

You look out the window before you allow Nanami to guide you out of the train. It’s such a dreary little town. You don’t have to guess why someone like Tomie ended up in this little place. You wonder if she’s still here or maybe it’s going to lead to nothing to come here.

Nanami’s hand is warm as he leads you towards where your luggage sits. He picks up his own bag, throwing it over his shoulder. For a moment, you feel like you’re looking at the young teenager with his blade holder on his back. You smile when you see just how much he’s changed. The young man has turned into a big, strong adult now.

“What?” Nanami inquires.

You smirk, “You really just reminded me of yourself when you were a teen.”

He blushes and looks away, then begins to chastise you for not being more serious. You know he isn’t being super serious when you see that shy smile on his face. It’s a shy smile you’ve seen time and time again and the kind of smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

The smell of the salty air is what hits you first when you exit the station with Nanami. Not only is he carrying his own bag, but he’s got yours and Gojo’s as well. You know he’s strong, but you can’t help but tug on his sleeve.

“Do you want help with that?” you ask him, motioning to the bags.

He shakes his head. “I’ve got it.”

You two walk towards the hotel you’d be staying in. The village is quaint but it’s cute despite the initial dreary vibes. You look around at the shops that are very clearly tourist traps. Not much is open here at this time of night; a convenience store with a bored looking clerk at the cash register, a somewhat bustling bar playing some loud rock music and the hotel you’d be staying in.

A bell rings from the top of the door as you open the door. Nanami follows you inside. You spot Gojo waiting for the both of you; his long legs splay out as he barely sits on a chair in the lobby. He hops up, smiling happily.

“Finally! Took you two long enough!” Gojo complains.

Nanami sighs, “She was sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb her.”

Your heart flutters at the words that come from him. You always admired Nanami, especially since you two grew up together in your own way. He had been the one you clung to when you first arrived at Jujutsu Tech. He has just lost his best friend and you were a lost little thing trying to find your way. Nanami had been the one to train you for the most part when it wasn’t Masamichi or Gojo.

You roll your eyes and grab Gojo by the hand, leading him down the hall and asking him to bring you to your room. You don’t notice the jealous look that befalls the broad blond behind you.

The room is a tight squeeze for the three of you. There are only two beds, but thankfully there is a pull-out couch. You decide to make peace with the fact that you won’t quite be able to have a good sleep, considering you’ll be the one to take the couch.

“I’ll take the couch,” Nanami offers, sitting down on it.

Your eyes widen. “No, no, no…” you place your hand on his shoulder. “You’re a big man, you won’t fit. Let me take the couch.”

It’s Gojo that approaches you. He smiles softly and gestures towards one of the beds. He places his hand on your shoulder.

“Why not share with me?” 

Your cheeks burn as you fully take in what he has to say. You see a jealous look flash over Nanami’s striking features. Gojo tilts his head, lifting his blindfold just a little bit to look at you with his jewel colored eyes.

“A-are you sure?” You ask, your hands fidgeting.

Gojo nods, placing his blindfold back down. “Yes, it’s fine.”

So you take your bag over and place it on the bed. You’ve decided not to argue with any of them anymore. You’ll just sleep in one of the beds with Gojo. It’s fine, you two have been close since you were a teen. It’s not like anything romantic is going to happen.

You take out your toiletries bag and a change of clothes. The two men observe you as you make your way to the bathroom. You turn to face them once more.

“I’m going for a shower. Then we should get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day.”

Nanami was the first one awake the next morning. He knew that getting an early start. He has some notes to look through for more information. A few people were listed on the notes. People of interest. 

His eyes flickered over the pages as he drank coffee from a can. It was from the vending machine down the hall, and while not his favorite, it still did the trick.

It’s only when you begin to rouse from your sleep that Nanami finally looks over at the bed. Gojo had been cuddled up practically on you, which caused Nanami to glare. There’s this deep, fiery jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach and he’s hating it every single time he feels it.

You look over at him with a sleepy smile and your bedhead. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s seen in a while. You pull back the blankets and you pad over to him. As you sit next to him, Nanami gets a whiff of your sandalwood and jasmine body wash. It’s a very comforting scent.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asks, handing you one of the cans of coffee.

You open it up and take a sip, a small grimace on your face. “Not too bad. Gojo is warm.”

This causes that funny feeling deep inside of him to resurface. It has to be one of his least favorite feelings. He smiles tenderly at you and he shows you the notes he’s going over.

You two lean in closer to read the notes. Your heads are almost touching. It’s a very quiet moment. The coffee isn’t great but it’s perking you up. Nanami places his arm around you, but doesn’t pull you in. It’s more to steady you as you two read the notes.

“Morning!” Gojo shouts from the bed, nearly jumping out of the sheets. “What are you two lovebirds doing?”

Nanami sighs and grips the notes a little tighter. He knows having Gojo with you is important for the mission. This Special Grade curse might prove to be too much even for two Grade One sorcerers. So having Satoru as a backup plan was the smartest thing all three of you could do.

“Getting ready to go out. I’m going to get dressed.” You say quickly, getting up to find your suitcase.

Gojo smirks as he sees just how flustered you are. This mission was going to be very difficult for you, so if he can show just a little kindness or even make you feel flustered over nothing, it could make sure that your emotional crash won’t be too devastating.

It takes little time for all three of you to be ready to head out. Nanami suggests getting some breakfast and briefing about the mission. Gojo agrees, tugging on your sleeve towards the cute little cafe.

The three of you sit at a booth near the window. You get to really see the village through the big bay window. Lots of people are walking around. Most of them look nervous and sad. There’s almost a look of distrust on their faces. You know exactly that sentiment. The feeling of never being able to trust the next person because of the things that Tomie does.

Gojo and Nanami are briefing while you’re observing. You barely touch your breakfast, which has both men worried about you. Gojo is about to start feeding you when you finally continue to eat. You’re thinking about what angle to take all of this at.

The morning is spent interviewing and asking questions. Most of the people don’t want to bother answering your questions. Some people seem downright scared. Others just don’t trust you. Even with Nanami carrying the conversations with most people.

You’re on the main docks with all the fishermen trying to outsell one another. You walk down the dock until you notice one of the fishermen looking at you. He beckons you over.

“I’ve seen that look in your eyes before, miss.” He says. “You know her.”

From the front pocket of his fishing bib, he pulls out a crumpled old photograph. You’ve seen the face time and time before, but this was a new angle. She’s lying in the ocean, only it’s just her head this time. You wonder how this could possibly be.

“She was here not too long ago. I think she’s left us now. Right about the time that young boy lost his mind.” He explains. 

“The young boy?” You inquire.

“Yes, he was so young and healthy. His mind just snapped after spending some time with her.” The fisherman explains. “They never found his father either.”

Gojo and Nanami make their way towards you. You hold onto the photograph. It’s almost like she’s staring at you through the photograph. You can’t peel your eyes away from it. Suddenly, she winks at you.

The photo slowly flutters to the ground as you fall back, fainting. Gojo and Nanami are quick to scoop you up, preventing you from hitting your head on the cold, hard dock.

She winked at me!!!! She winked at me!!! Tomie. Winked. At. Me!!!

You were different. You always would be different from everyone else. There wasn’t a single thought or single person who could even change your mind about that.

Every day you were reminded of just how different you were. The girls with their cute outfits, their perfectly coiffed hair and their penchant for fawning over the latest celebrity or star of the local football team.

And yet, here you were, yet to even have your menarche. All the other girls had gone through that so long ago. You didn’t even know much about that sort of thing. You had heard girls talking about it from time to time. Mentions and whispers of needing a tampon, or the many euphemisms that they used for this particular natural process in a woman’s life.

Shark week. Aunt flo. Riding the cotton wave.

You wanted to laugh along with them so badly. You wanted to complain about pimples and cramps and how the boys were so dumb. You longed to be one of the cool girls. So many times you looked over at them, wishing they’d just this once invite you to their table for lunch.

Maybe one day it would finally happen. You longed for the day that maybe Cait Hall would finally fix her attitude, wrap her arm around you and say it was all one big joke.

You knew it was impossible. There was no way it would happen that way. Mostly because you have been painfully aware that you were born to be the butt of everyone’s joke. That’s all you’d ever be. Nothing else could ever fix the situation.

The more you grew up, the more you sunk deeper into this role without even realizing it. You wanted it all to stop; you wished kids would just be kinder to you. But wishing and hoping and praying, it wouldn’t fix anything.

Despite you desperately wanting to break out of this shell that you’ve had to wrap around yourself for protection, you know that it won’t do you any good.

That morning, you felt nothing different. It was a morning just like any other. You made your way to school, keeping your head bowed down. You never met the spiteful and playful gazes of your peers as you made your way into the school.

You didn’t bother even looking at any of the girls as you got changed for PE. And you most certainly didn’t want to be noticed as you all played volleyball and you kept missing the ball.

You weren’t very athletically talented. Hand-eye coordination was never your strong suit. The ball would fly so close to you, and you cowered in fear often. It had hit you in the face one too many times. Your weak and feeble attempts angered your teammates. Most of which sighed in relief when the bell announcing the end of the first period rang.

In the shower room, you hid behind your locker before making your way into one of the cramped shower stalls. The smell of soap and fruity body wash fills the air. You try to hide your body from everyone else.

All the other girls have seemingly filled out nicely. You don’t understand why you have to be the only one to not blossom into a beautiful flower. You look like an ugly duckling and you are very aware of that fact.

Just then, a painful feeling in your lower abdomen. You ignore it, figuring it to be hunger pangs. You continue to soap up your body, thinking a million and one hateful thoughts about it. You wish you could just be swallowed up by the ground completely.

The water is cut off as you turn the dial and you reach for your towel. That’s when the first shriek is heard.

“Oh god! Per-iod!”

The voice is snarky and it hits you right in the heart. You don’t quite understand what’s going on but you know that you are indeed once again the butt of some stupid joke.

The catcalls, the shrieks and the mean words hit you so hard. It’s only when you look down and see the blood that you realize something is wrong. Something is very very wrong.

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Nanami is holed up in his room once again. It’s his last year at Jujutsu Tech. He wonders what he’ll do after he graduates. He never even really expected himself to continue after the death of his best friend.

The people who surround him have been so kind to him. Even if Gojo gets on his nerves very often, Nanami is still grateful to have the man with him. They share a pain that not many understand.

Every day he wonders if he’s made the right choice by continuing. Nanami lingers on the last words that he spoke to Haibara. They were words of encouragement, of returning home together safely.

Nanami often hangs onto those last moments. The last moments of seeing his best friend alive. The pain of having to carry his body back to the school alone. The stinging feeling in his heart being ripped from his chest.

The way he nearly collapsed when he finally got back to the school. The conversation he had with Geto. That final time he saw Geto…

He tries to shake these thoughts from his mind but he’s having a hard time. It’s what keeps him going some days. It’s what makes it difficult to get out of bed on other days. The feeling of being alone without the best friend he never knew he could have was what would eat him up inside for years to come.

Gojo bursts through the door, a bag of snacks and treats in his hand. Nanami scowls as he sees his upperclassman. It’s not that it was unwanted completely, but Gojo has a very bad habit of walking into his room unannounced.

“Hiiii Kentoooooo!” Gojo booms. “Are you being all emo?”

Kento sighs, shaking his head. He really isn’t in any mood to talk to Gojo about this. Gojo would understand, but he’s too much in this happy-go-lucky mood to really take it seriously.

“Are you suuuure?” Gojo asks, sitting on Kento’s bed.

The older sorcerer opens his bags of goodies. He knows that Nanami isn’t feeling good. It’s the reason why he came to his room in the first place. While the rest of the students had been out in the field training, Nanami stayed in his room, brooding.

“Yes, Gojo. I am very certain.”

The tone is dry and strict. Gojo feels a tug at his heart. He hates seeing his underclassman like this. He cares so much for the young man.

Gojo hands him a sandwich he managed to find at the cafe near the school. It’s the very one that Nanami goes to whenever he gets the chance.

“Thank you,” Nanami mumbles as he unwraps the sandwich.

It’s quiet in the dorm room apart from the munching and chewing noises and the occasional banter from the older sorcerer. He’s energetic as he speaks, and while this usually annoys Nanami to no end, Nanami is finding it so comforting.

It’s much easier to deal with than the dead silence that rings through this empty dorm room. The same one that used to be filled with laughter and jokes from his brunette best friend.

Now it just seemed sad and lonely…

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The sanitary napkins and tampons that they threw at you didn’t hurt. It was the notion behind it that stung like a bee’s sting. It was the way they laughed even though you knew something was wrong.

The blood filled both your hands as you grasped at your lower abdomen and reached further. It was dark, blossoming like a rose. In your mind’s eye, you could see yourself falling over and never getting back up.

The belief of hemorrhaging to death was too strong. You shrieked and cried, raising your bloodied hands to shield yourself from the onslaught of the bullies that taunted you your entire life.

“Look at her,” Cait hollered. “Look how pathetic and disgusting!” 

Skye Smith watches on with disgust written all over her face. She knows she shouldn’t keep throwing tampons at you, but she has no choice but to continue. It feels like it’s the apex of something bigger.

You back into a corner of one of the shower stalls and you sink to the ground. You hide your face behind your bloodied hands. The ache in your abdomen won’t stop and you feel helpless at this onslaught.

The blood begins to wash down the drain. But the flow from your own body seems to be endless. It’s like you’re bleeding out all the pain in your body. It’s so painful, the act itself. It’s like a million knives stabbing into your stomach.

“Look at her!” Cait cries out once more, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at you. “It’s almost as if she’s never had her period!”

This almost silences and stops all the young women in the shower room. Then the door opens and Miss Callahan walks in.

“Everyone, back up! Give her some room!”

The voice is authoritative. It’s the kind of voice that you know you need to listen to. And yet you aren’t comforted by it at all. You are convinced you will die in this dirty, filthy shower stall.

“Hey! Are you alright?”

You look up at your PE teacher. Despite her previous attempts at clearing the room with her strict voice and hands on her hips, she’s now kneeling at your side.

You shake your head, tears cascading down your cheeks. She takes pity on you, bringing you up to your feet. You’re shaking; cold, wet and tired.

“M-my…I’m gonna…” The words stick to the back of your throat.

Miss Callahan helps you sit on one of the benches. All the girls have cleared out now. Faster than she could even take names. But she knows who is to blame. She’ll punish them all if she truly has to.

“Now,” she brushes some wet hair out of your face and notices the blood smears that have settled there. “Tell me what happened.”

Your hands shake as you point to the blood going down the drain. You can’t even imagine how she deals with all of this so calmly. The words that come from your mouth are stuttered and you are clearly tongue tied.

Without shaming you, Miss Callahan tries her best to explain what happened. And despite your vague knowledge of a period, you know you shouldn’t be listening to this. It’s a sin. You have received the original sin.

Oh how you would be tainted.

The thought of being tainted by the original sin sends you in a frenzied panic. Miss Callahan watches as one of the lights above you both begins to crack. A terrified yell erupts from her as glass comes raining down upon both of you.

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Some would say that was the day you changed. Others say it was the day that everyone was doomed. It was the start of something new.

And with the yellow dismissal slip in your hands, you walk down the road to your home. You tried to rationalize what happened in the locker room. 

There had been so much blood. So much pain. The torments had been relentless. You wondered if you had just dreamt it all. 

A cool breeze makes you shiver under your hand-me-down and sewn-together cardigan. The trees sway in that very breeze. The days were becoming cooler. The nights would get darker.

And you would remain the same.

The butt of every joke. The person they would trip. Your clothes would rip from being old and fixed time and time again, and they would all point and laugh. They loved being able to make you the joke because it distracted them from their own miserable lives.

You enter your home, shuddering at the way all the figures on every cross and in every painting seem to watch you with burning eyes. He’s all seeing, or so you were told. He’s supposed to be forgiving too.

Still, as you make your way up to your room and flop on the bed, you wonder if maybe he wasn’t real. Maybe none of this was real and you’d wake up tomorrow feeling a little more refreshed knowing that this never happened.

The minute you close your eyes and focus on nothing, that’s when you hear the slam of your own bedroom door. Your eyes shoot open, looking over at the door. 

Was that me? Or was that my imagination? 

You focus once more, but nothing else happens. The pain in your lower abdomen starts up again, causing you to curl up into the fetal position. And this is the same position you fall asleep in for a few short hours before your mother comes home and finds you home from school…