Everyone loves you, Hiromi 😘

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On Nanami’s birthday he enjoys the celebration and praise from everyone, but there’s one little thing nagging at the back of his mind through all the cakes and badly wrapped tie pins. He doesn’t say anything, but your presence is pointedly missing, and that tiny fact is enough to dampen his spirits despite the jovial atmosphere. He’s a little grumpy by the end of the day as a result, more so by the way Gojo seems to be hell bent on clinging to him. After one too maybe bear hugs he finally makes a remark, a snide little comment about how he much prefers Gojo’s “other half”. Gojo just grins that same shit-eating grin as usual, but his grip on Nanami’s shoulder is tight when he chirps in reply “let’s go see her then, right now!”.

Nanami barely has the chance to open his mouth before he’s engulfed in a sizzle of energy. Gojo’s hand still firmly clasped over his shoulder, he finds himself standing in an unfamiliar bedroom, and when his vision finally focuses he chokes at the sight that greets him. It’s you, blindfolded, splayed over crisp white sheets and wrapped up like a gift. Each bare limb is glittering, bound expertly in an intricate banding of yellow ribbon - his favourite colour. He hadn’t had a favourite colour before, not until he’d seen you waltz in one morning donning a yellow sundress, looking like a beam of sunlight personified. He sees you in the daisies that pepper the footpath, the warmth of a summer day, the sand beneath his feet on the beachside, and now in the restraints lacing each of your oiled limbs like a bow atop a gift he’s been pining after for years - and it’s all just too much.

He’s speechless, unable to even lift a finger to argue when Gojo guides him into a chair directly across from where you’re perched on the bed, giving him a stellar view of just how far gone you already are. Nanami is dizzy, tenfold when his eyes roam down and he notices the little red light blinking between your spread thighs, tucked beneath a pair of pale blue panties already soaked through and glistening a little with the vibration.

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it takes you a moment to collect yourself, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. the flush under your complexion, the desire in your eyes and the soft glow of your skin renews the gentle part of his love for you and softens his voice. his fingers loosen subconsciously, and he strokes at the necklace adorning your neck with his thumb, the one that bears your initial and his.

“blue,” you breathe out.

his eyes widen, and he dips down to brush his lips against your nose, then peck your lips gently. but as usual the first kiss is not enough - he’s addicted to the taste of your lips - and he kisses you again. sucking at your tongue, he leans his weight against you more, the pressure leaving you again breathless, but in a different way. his hand pulls your leg to wrap around his waist, as the other shifts up from your neck to cup your jaw.

more. more.

shoto steals your breath away again and again with his kiss. your head swims in pleasure as does his, and all he can think is -

demon!kyojuro rengoku who doesn't recognize you until he smells you, you scent wakes something on him, his pupils getting smaller and his brows twitching. His minds goes fast but his senses faster, he keeps smelling you, trying to get closer to you but you step back every time he steps closer.

demon!kyojuro rengoku doesn't remember you, at all. Not all your young years together, courting you and promising to marry you when you were older. He looks like a completely different person, with his fangs and even darker hair. His eyes aren't the eyes of the boy you once loved, they were the eyes of a killer. Of an animal.

demon!kyojuro rengoku whose breathing gets faster because he needs to get closer to you, he needs it. He doesn't know why, his brain isn't processing his needs, but he wants to see you better in the night.

demon!kyojuro rengoku who circles you slowly now, your scent is everywhere, wrapping around him, pulling at threads he cannot name. He doesn't speak your name, but something in him hungers to taste it on the air. His claws flex at his sides as he leans in closer despite how you keep retreating. Every step you take back only makes his golden eyes burn hotter in the dark.

You had been kissing Kyojuro for what felt like forever, but it was only your second time doing this with him. The first had been sweet and a little clumsy, full of nervous laughter and gentle touches. Tonight though,every brush of his lips against yours sent sparks racing down your spine.

His hands rested respectfully on your waist at first, Kyojuro kissed with his whole heart, the way he did everything. His mouth moved against yours slowly, then deeper, tasting faintly of the sweet buns you had shared earlier. You could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the way his breathing grew a little rougher with each passing minute. Your fingers threaded through his bright hair, tugging lightly and he made this soft sound in the back of his throat that made your stomach flutter.

You shifted closer without really thinking, craving more of his warmth. Kyojuro’s arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you in until there was barely any space left between your bodies. His kisses turned hungrier, you smiled against his lips because it was so him. Passionate, earnest and never holding anything back.

“Mm…” you whispered softly, breaking the kiss just enough to catch your breath. Your forehead rested against his, you could see the way his golden eyes had darkened with want.