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NAVIGATE (unfinished)
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serendipity
(n.) the occurrence and development of events by chance, in a happy or beneficial way.
â” pairing: saiki kusuo / immune! reader
â” word count: 16k
â” genre: of first meetings and crack
â” warnings: none
â” summary: s1 ep 1 & 2. on your first day at pk academy, you witness saiki use pyrokinesis. from that moment forward, you become hell-bent on avoiding him at all costs. itâs easier said than done, especially after you find yourself unintentionally foiling chiyo yumeharaâs plans to get close to him.
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do they melt into the kiss? á° á©. based off the tiktok trend á° á©. i was gna do tamsy but i ran out of brain juice á° á©. ~ 826 words á° á©.
-enjin, gris, follo, jabber, zodyl
"put your arms out like this", you instructed, stretching your arms out as if going in for a hug and he followed suit.
"now straight upâdon't look at me like that just do it!", despite being utterly confused he lifted both his hands straight upâŠ
you wrapped your arms around enjin's neck and went on your tiptoes to kiss him tenderly on his lips.
he didn't seem to be taken aback at all by your actions but instead, without wasting a second, his arms slithered around your waist and pulled your body flush against his, eyes closing slowly as he deepened the kiss.
he sighed into your mouth as if he'd been waiting all day for this. as if simply kissing you was enough to rejuvenate him.
soon enough one hand left your waist to tilt your chin upward as he made quick work of leaving love bites along your neck.
"q-quit it enjin, we have to go", you bit your bottom lip in efforts to prevent any more sounds escaping your lips that would only make him keep going.
"you started it", his hand moved up to squeeze your cheeks playfully. "why're you all shy now?".
"it was a trend i saw online", your words came out slightly incoherent. enjin's grip was relentless.
"yeah? and im showing you where these 'trends' get you", he smirked, his head dipping down into the crook of your neck once again.
you wrapped your arms around gris's neck and kissed him softly.
his eyes went wide for a moment before his now half lidded eyes took in your appearance and his hand rested at your side, the other tangled in your hair.
"what's this about?", with ease, his hands on your waist lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his core.
you forget he's crazy strong sometimes.
"i was testing you and you passed", you patted his cheek.
"and what would've happened if i didn't pass?", he raised a brow.
"i would've been very very extremely sad".
he frowned. his thumb brushed your bottom lip idly. "don't think i could handle that".
you fiddled with the collar of his jacket, content with his response.
"i like it when you're happy".
you wrapped your arms around follo's neck, kissing him gently and if only your eyes were open to see the way his pupils dilated to resemble black holes.
his warm hands cupped your cheeks and peppered kisses all over them, giggles escaping your lips with each heartfelt peck he left on your skin.
a bright smile was plastered on his face, one so wide that you didn't need anymore evidence to know he was utterly smitten with you.
his thumbs caressed the apples off your cheeks, eyes studying every single crevice of your face.
"what's wrong?".
"nothing, i just love you", he placed his forehead against yours. "like, a lot".
you wrapped your arms around jabber's neck, half regretting doing this trend on him simply because of how unhinged he was like all the time.
you felt him grin against your lips which in turn made you do the same.
you expected teeth, or a bite. something wild and sideways. his grin only grew, which was enough to tug a laugh out of you.
you pulled back but not too much. just enough that your noses were touching. he didn't chase your lips, just looked at you with bright eyes. too bright.
you kissed him again, then pulled away. kissed him again, each break filled with eye contact that might have lingered a second too long.
you gave in and cocked your head to the side, arms keeping their position around his neck. "okay", you squinted your eyes. "why're you smiling so much and not saying anything?".
" 'm just savouring it", he shrugged his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "feels so good. like poison, the way it spreads before it hurts".
you rolled your eyes. what did you expect him to say? it was jabber after all. you hoped he'd never change.
you wrapped your arms around zodyl's neck âwho decided not to pry any furtherâ and reciprocated your kiss.
his kisses were always intense. always so long and passionate. you back always ended up against the cold wall.
if he feels you pulling away, his hand behind your head will draw you closer. if your knees begin to buckle, he'll hold your body up.
he rarely pauses to take breaths so in the end you're left breathless with swollen lips.
his expression is proud. accomplished. satisfied. but if you blink you'll certainly miss it.
"not fair", you frowned. but before you could even recover he was on you again.
no, not fair at all.
do the gachiaku boys melt into the kiss? something like that..
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ïč« Shut Me UpïŒ Tamsy Caines x Reader đł
đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ â Where you hate Tamsyâs guts. The fact that you two have had a prior⊠back-and-forth, doesn't mean youâll suddenly like your fellow Cleaner. You wish he would just shut up, though⊠regrettably, he's more adept at shutting you up in all the wrong ways.
warnings - đŠđđ§đą đđ+ porn (fingering) with plot. Tamsy & Reader are âsomethingâ with benefits (they have violent tension), Cleaner!reader, gn!reader, female genitalia described, fingering(receiving), clit slapping, rope bondage, edging, implied dubcon, light degradation mixed with patronizing praise (itâs Tamsy), spoilers for Gachiakuta manga.
đđđ€đđ«'đŹ đ§đšđđąđđ - Hello, hello, and welcome! This is my first fic on this blog, so thanks so much for reading it, and it wouldn't have been possible without my editor and peer reviewer @kanapods, who literally read this and gave me enough encouragement to post it, soâŠhere we are! Huge kudos and shoutouts to them, and I hope you enjoy the fic; more to come soon (thinking about an August one next)!
Word count (đ°đ) - 4.5k words
It took Tamsy 2.5 seconds. One moment, you were on the ground rummaging through his thingsâŠwithin good reasonâŠ
Next, a violent yank sent you flailing midair, trying to swim through nothing as something coiled around your ankle. A familiar creak as his rope pulled taut, and in an instant, it bound your arms and legs. Leaving you hanging there, helpless and stretched out aloft.
Tamsy looked at your inconvenience, his index finger curled to rest against his chin as he cocked his head slightly. In his other hand, he held the wooden staff of Tokushin at his hip. Strands of navy blue yarn extend from the skein winder like elastic.
Dragging his gaze lazily across the cords that lead to your caught body, his eyes narrow with predatory interest that's borderline feline. The stubble flex of the muscles in the back of your thigh makes his grin lopsided in derision.
âWell, well, wellâŠâ He drawled, the hint of his amusement not lost on your ears nor your eyes, despite not being able to see him to know that familiar curl of his lips is gracing his features. Which only makes your annoyance grow despite the best efforts to subdue it.
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narumi (kn8) x f!reader
warnings: 18+ crybaby!top!narumi(im drenched?), pnv, multiple orgasms, heâs fucking you rough bb, creampie, lil bit of bulge kink
a/n: its all over the screen anonÂ
w/c: 672
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âfuck youâre so pretty like this.â gen chokes on his words. âbaby.. mmngh! baby please look at me.âÂ
you peel your eyes open, blinking up at him with parted lips, whimpers spilling out as he fucks into you harder. your ankles are tossed over his shoulder, toes curling with every harsh smack of his skin against yours.Â
âmissed you so much.â he hiccups, pushing your legs closer to your chest. âcanât go a day without you.â he shakes his head, a tear falling from his face onto your heated skin. âfuck âm sorry.â he leans down, folding you in half, tongue trailing across your skin to lick off his tears.Â
âgen!â you gasp, legs twitching.Â
his hips are falling into yours like heâs trying to slam you through the mattress and onto the floor. he blinks at you with teary eyes, fingers dug into your legs sure to leave bruises by the morning. his hair is stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you panting, lip quivering.Â
âlook sâpretty, feel sâgood.â his voice cracks, heâs rutting into you now, hips grinding, juices sliding down between the both of you.Â
âi- mmph! slow- baby ! slow down!â your breath hitches as your orgasm slams through you.Â
âcanât- fuck i canât!â he shakes his head, the feel of your walls squeezing around him too much. âbaby please lemme keep goin please? please?âÂ

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talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things !!
á°.á after narrowly avoiding a kaiju attack unharmed, you think youâve gotten away unscathed until you start feeling an unfamiliar, unsatiable heat building inside of you. itâs almost similar to the funny butterflies you get in your tummy when you see your older brotherâs rival, third division vice captain soshiro hoshina. and wouldnât you know it: you just so happen to cross paths with him. ( fem!reader )
pairing soshiro hoshina x reader word count 4.8k content contains soft dom!hoshina, slight love confessions, narumi's younger + civilian sister!reader, creampie, forbidden romance-ish, you two get caught by narumi in the end, sex pollen, biting (please look at hoshina's lil fangs & tell me he ISN'T a biter) kinktober masterlist
đŁČ softkuna recharging the only way he knew how to â buried in the lap of his lover
âwomanâ
âwoman?â
firm footsteps echoed through the corridor while he poked his head through every chamber he passed.
tea hall? empty. overly large sauna? unused. weapon display? just uraume. thankfully.Â
âuraume, where is the one i tolerate?â he grumbled, just loud enough for them to hear as he came to a halt before the latter mentioned room.
âshe is asleep in your chambers, master.â they answered calmly, a cloth in their hand and already polishing the blade he had merely dismissed the moment he had set foot in the estate.Â
he certainly made sure of a bloodbath this time, huh, the trusted servant thought when looking over his blood-stained figure.
âalthough i am sure she would be far more delighted to see you in a less⊠begrimed state.â
that made him raise his thick eyebrows, glancing down before letting a sigh escape his lips.Â
âshe will have to make do with it, i can not bother to change my garments at the moment.â with that he made his way to their shared chambers.
you had awoken from the distant murmurs â the light sleeper you were, and sat up against the headboard of the king sized bed, waiting for him to enter any time soon now.Â
once the door handle dipped and the familiar 7 foot frame sauntered over to you, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.
it was still in the middle of the night, three, or was it four in the morning?
yet you couldnât be more indifferent to it, he was home again after all and you knew that was the time he was clingiest.Â
these moments had quickly become your favourite ones, making you await him eagerly every time.Â
one set of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close enough for him to nuzzle his face into your lap with a sigh of relief escaping his lips, while a hand of his other set of arms cupped your cheek.
you reached into the tresses of his unruly, pink hair, gently working out the small knots and leaning into his large, calloused palm, relishing in the warmth of his strong physique.
âyou have blood all over you, ryomenâŠâ you whispered, voice still heavy with sleep.
the words were only met with a small grunt, tightening his hold on you as if to make sure you wouldnât flee from his more than messy condition.
âyou are aware i have just been to battle, are you not? obviously i will have the evidence of those i have slain on me.â his last free hand found its way under your night gown, stroking up and down your spine in unusually slow, gentle movements.
âyes, i am very well aware of thatâŠâ you knew it was no use trying to convince him to change into something cleaner, much less take a bath.Â
âyou know, i could change your clothes for you?â you suggested, hoping that would make him cave.
âam i not welcome as i am in the embrace of my own wife now, or what?â a scowl etched itself into his already tired expression, making the smallest of efforts to look up at your face.
you felt your very heart soften at his words.Â
it made you lean down to press a soft kiss to the crease of his furrowed brows, never ceasing to brush through his hair.
âyou know thatâs far from true, kuna.â you left another tender peck on his lips, making him chase your lips for more.Â
he pulled you even closer, an unconscious sigh muffling into the kiss from how much he had been craving your touch. the kind affection he never once stopped longing for.Â
after being content enough, he pulled away again but kept you just a breath away to murmur a quiet âthen let me rest some more in your arms.âÂ
despite your hesitation to let him stay in his uncomfortable, battle-worn clothes, you reassured him with a nod.
âof course.â
with your confirmation, he nestled himself back into his original position, savouring your sweet scent and gentle touch.Â
and just when you thought you could fall back asleep again after a comfortable silence overtook you both, he spoke up again.
âi will have uraume draw a bath for the both of us so i may be cleansed of any filth and have you satisfied with my appearance again.â
you suppressed a chuckle at his compliance.Â
âmhm, that sounds nice. iâll wash your hair for you then.â
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characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki
warnings: sexual themes, cussing, slight ooc?, MEGUMI AGED UP, YUJI AGED UP, INUMAKI AGED UP. I REPEAT NO MINORS!!
They see you for the first time without makeup
Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi
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đŒ with a temper like you đ đ đ Â·ïœĄ ‷ megumi, yuuji, nanami, gojo, sukuna x fem!reader
syn. when you're fighting but they still care. angst to fluff, comfort
tw. mention of drugs/drugging joke in kuna's (it's just medicine guys)
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àŹł f. megumi
protecting you on a crowded train
the train jerks forward the moment the doors slide shut, metal whining against rails as the evening rush surges inward.
normally, this part is easy.
megumi would grab one of the overhead straps without even thinking, fingers long and steady, and youâd tuck yourself into his space automatically, arms wrapped around his middle, chin pressed into his chest, chatting his ear off in little whispers so as to not disrupt the eerie quietness of the train. heâd keep you balanced. youâd keep him warm. and he'd get an extra-long hug out of it.
except last night ruined the rhythm.

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nfl!yuta okkotsu x photographer f!reader
yuta okkotsu has loved and adored you ever since he met you, absolutely infatuated with your skill in photography for his team and how you carried yourself with othersâ self-assured, never once letting anyone talk to you a certain way, and the sweetest thing ever to him, giving him the time of day when he feels like a loser moron that certainly doesn't deserve it. one problem though? you have a piece of shit asshole of a boyfriend who somehow became the exception to treating you badly. and yuta can't take it anymore, his year long pent up yearning and frustration for you piling to the brim before either of you realize it... until it bursts.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, cursing, FLUFFFF, yearning, pining, SMUT, mentions of a toxic relationship beware, yuta is IN LOVE with you omg, ANGST AFFF, reader is the photographer for yuta's team, sexual themes, filthy dirty talk, fingering, pet names, readers bf is a dickhead, best friends to lovers, mentions of reader having âpink cheeksâ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
word count: 20.4k
authors note: i LIVE and BREATHE and NEEEDDDD NFL!YUTA WITH ME IN MAH BED DEAR GOD HE IS A SWEEETTIIEEEE IN THIS ONEEE!!! :,)))) I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE ITTTT AAAGHHHHH I LOVE YALL SO EFFING MUCH !!! <3333 amazing strawberry patch divider by @/saradika-graphics !!
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for being in the national football league, yuta okkotsu was the worst player on his team.
he didnât even know how he ended up playing football growing up in the first place, because yuta had a cursed tendency to go into things due to whatever reason and not know how to get himself out.
was it a dare? had someone pressured him? was it a favor?
he couldnât remember anymore, though it didnât really matter much to him seeing as he loved footballâ something that once confused him and made him trip over his own cleats when he first started, to actually growing to really enjoy it instead of loathing it like it would for most.
the sport pushed him to the absolute limits in his scatterbrained skittery abilities to try and make something of himself other than a sleep deprived idiot, which he figured was probably the reason why he continued to stumble his way through his youth football team, his high school football team, his college football team...
and now the national football league, the road which he traveled always jaggedly difficult and barely grazing the surface of what it was to qualify for these types of organizations.
oblivion
you find out gojo bet your virginity.
it was supposed to be one week.
one stupid, ego-fueled week. satoru gojo, the untouchable prodigy with infinity at his fingertips and a grin that could melt steel, took the dare because backing down wasn't in his vocabulary. one week of pretending, one week of laughing behind your back, one week and then the punchline: satoru gojo dumps the quiet girl in front of the whole cafeteria and walks away richer by a month of free lunches.
his ego couldnât handle the idea of anyone calling him chicken, so he said yes to suguruâs stupid dare without blinking.
easy as cake.
you were just convenient, easy prey âor so he thought. always tucked in the back of the classroom, sketching sigils in your notebook instead of paying attention to the curse theory lectures. always in the corner of the library, with a book pressed to your nose, never looking up when people laughed too loud. no clan backing you, just raw talent and a quiet fire that nobody noticed.
perfect target.
so on a random thursday in october, you were finishing up your training when he stepped out from his hiding spot among the trees, closing the distance with that effortless swagger.
ânice work,â he said, clapping slowly, those long lashes fluttering behind the dark lenses of his round sunglasses. âwanna go out with me this weekend?â
you blinked up at him like heâd spoken another language. then you laughed âsoft, disbelieving. âvery funny.â
âiâm serious.â he tilted his head. âsaturday. ice cream, cinema, aquarium âyou call the shots.â
you stared. he waited. the silence stretched until your cheeks went pink and you muttered âokay.â
he walked away already texting the group chat: phase one complete.
what he didnât expect was how easy it was to keep texting you after that first date.
you sent him pictures of your shikigami at 11 p.m. he sent back voice notes of himself dramatically narrating the plot of the horror movie he was watching alone. you quoted lines from books heâd never heard of; he sent you memes at 2 a.m. just to see if you were still awake.
by the second week, he was thinking about the way your hand fit in his when he walked you home. the way you tugged his sleeve when you wanted to show him something in a shop window. the way you said his name like it wasnât a punchline.
by the third week, dates turned into stolen kisses behind the dorms and him sneaking you into his room when yaga wasn't looking.
a month in and he was gone.
completely, stupidly gone.
he fell for the way you laughed at his terrible jokes and the night you gave him your first time âsoft, trusting.
he canceled plans with suguru just to sit on your bedroom floor eating convenience-store mochi while you read to him out loud. he let you steal his sunglasses and wear them even though they slid down your nose. he kissed you slow and careful under the bleachers after school like he was scared youâd disappear if he moved too fast.
he was hooked. addicted. the dare was buried in the group chat, forgotten.
until it wasn't.
lunchtime in the cafeteria. you were alone, picking at your onigiri, waiting for satoru to show up like he always did âsliding into the seat across from you with a stolen dessert and a kiss on your cheek.
then your phone buzzed. from an unknown number.
you were about to mark the chat as spam, ready to swipe it away forever âwhen your thumb slipped and opened it instead. a wave of screenshots flooded in.
the group chat from day one.
october 16
suguru: bet you can't make the quiet girl from class 2-B fall for you in a week suguru: date her, seal the deal, then dump her suguru: loser buys ramen for a month satoru: watch me
october 19
satoru: this is way tooooo easy, man satoru: gimme something real to work with suguru: k, i give you two weeks to pull that off satoru: [photo attachment] got this condom already just in case
november 7
satoru: ready to lose? suguru: no proof, no prize
november 8
satoru: [photo attachment: a tied-up used condom] satoru: [photo attachment: white sheets with an oval-shaped bloodstain] satoru:Â [photo attachment: your back facing the camera, asleep] suguru: ew, dude suguru: tmi suguru: i didn't need to see all that satoru: proof satoru: she's eating out of my hand satoru: dumping her next week lol
your hands shook. the onigiri fell to the tray. the blood sheets âyour blood, from your first time. he'd photographed it? sent it as âproofâ like some trophy? good thing you were sitting, your legs wouldn't have held you.
the cafeteria spun. people laughed around you, oblivious. but everything around you ceased to exist. you didnât cry right away. you couldnât. there was still a small, incredulous part of you that refused to believe that every hug, every kiss, every sigh, every 'i love you' had been a farce⊠just for free food.
no, no, no. this couldnât be.
the air turned thick, impossible to breathe. something inside you shattered into pieces so tiny youâd never put them back together.
you read them again. and again. the dates lined up perfectly. the timing. the way heâd smiled at you that first day like he already knew how the story ended.
then the doors swung open. satoru strolled in, white hair messy from training, grin wide as he spotted you. "hey, babe."
he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, but you bolted upright from your chair âso fast it screeched-, feeling a sudden surge of revulsion. seeing him there, unbothered right in front of you while your world crumbled at your feet, felt like being slapped with all his might. it felt like waking up from a long and beautiful dream.
it didnât take him long to see the tears welling up in your eyes âand for every head to turn and stare.
"babe? whatâs up? whatâs wrong? who hurt you?" he asked with genuine concern. any other time, youâd have laughed at such sheer cynicism.
you slammed the phone against his chest. "this? what the fuck is this?"
he froze for a second before grabbing it and scrolling. it wasn't suguruâs number, nor any number he could identify. that's when he realized: those screenshots were out there.
his face went paler than his hair. "baby, listen, i can explain it."
"explain?" your voice cracked. "youâre a piece of shit. youâre less than a man."
he stepped closer. your phone was trembling in his hands. his forehead was covered in a cold sweat, and his breathing had grown heavy. "pleaseâ that wasnât supposed toâ i never thought iâd actuallyâ" he cut himself off, not quite sure how to organize his thoughts, since none of them made any sense. "it started that way, okay? but it changed. i swear, after that first week âafter usâ i forgot about it. i love you. this is real."
"love me?" you laughed bitterly, your throat burning with that lump you were holding back. "how many meals suguru bought you after i gave myself to you?"
satoruâs entire body went rigid at your words. his jaw clenched. "whaâ no, none, those photosâ"
"you liar!" you shoved him, just seconds away from snapping. "youâre still lying! you bragged about my virginity like a conquest. with pictures. you sold out my most private moment to the whole school, just so you could sit your spoiled, wealthy ass down for a bowl of ramen. hereâs the truth: your greed and your ego are the only real parts of this."
people whispered. suguru watched from the corner. satoru glanced around, then back to you, desperate. "please," he muttered. "not here. let's talkâ"
"i was aware of your reputation, but i never imagined you could be so cruel. that both of you could be so cruel." you said with a mournful expression, tears still falling silently down your face.
"i swear on my life, i didn't know that heâ that all of that was going to leak. that it would hurt you like this."
"cut the crap." you frowned. "if it hadn't spread, i never wouldâve found out, and you wouldn't be feeling the weight of this guilt. youâd still be kissing me and sleeping with me as if you hadn't used me in the most disgusting way possible."
he opened his mouth only to close it again. he had nothing to say. and you had nothing left to say either. you gave him one last searing look, full of hatred âone that killed him ten thousand times over in your headâ before snatching your phone from him and trying to leave, but he stopped you.
âdonât.â you backed up. your voice was quiet. steady. the kind of calm that comes right after the storm.
âwhat are you saying then?â
âyou seriously need to hear it?â you scoffed, aggressively wrenching yourself free from his grasp. âweâre done. iâm breaking up with you.â
he stepped closer. you stepped back.
âno, please,â he pleaded. he hated how pathetic he sounded. âyou donât mean that. donât do this. iâll do anything. justââ
he lunged forward, dropping his bag. and then, without a second thought, satoru gojo âthe strongest, the one who never beggedâ dropped to his knees in the middle of the cafeteria.
gasps rippled through the room. a few chuckled, other took videos. it was a humiliating sight for someone so high and mighty.
"please," his voice broke and his hands clasped like prayer. "don't do this. donât leave me. i fucked up, i know i did. it was stupid, ego shit from before i really knew you. but now? you're everything. i canât lose this. i can't lose you. i'll crawl if you want. just... don't walk away."
you looked away, refusing to see how pitiful he was âblue eyes wide and wet, knees on the dirty floor. part of you wanted to believe him âthe part that remembered his gentle touches, the whispers in the dark, the beating of your heart near him.Â
but the screenshots burned. to him, it was a small thing that happened before he got caught.
"goodbye satoru." you choked out.
you turned and ran, shoving through the doors, sobs tearing from your throat.
he stayed on his knees, head bowed, until suguru hauled him up. but satoru didn't fight. he just shattered, finally letting himself cry.
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you didn't go back to your dorm. you went straight to the one person who could fix this âor at least make the pain stop.
toge inumaki's room was quiet, always was. he was your best friend since first year âsilent support through every curse hunt, every late-night vent session. his cursed speech made words dangerous, but gestures and texts filled in the rest.
you burst in without knocking. he jumped up from his bed, zipper mask half-down, onigiri in hand.
"toge." you gasped, collapsing against the door.Â
then, you told him everything that had happened before. having no other choice, he listened intently, offering the occasional 'salmon' to show he was following along. his normally apathetic expression faltered as he listened to you, the corners of his mouth tugging down into a slight frown. he could sense the pain and hurt and it tugged at his heartstrings.
you were struggling to hold back more tears.
"thatâs why i want you to say it." you whispered at the end, feeling small. "i love him so, but he broke me. and if you say the words, then it will actually happen."
his eyes widened. he shook his head furiously, setting the food down. "bonito flakes." no, he signed. bad idea. he wanted to say something, to reassure you that there were other ways to handle this.
your heart ached as you heard togeâs reply.
"please." you slid to the floor, hugging your knees. "i feel used. i donât want to remember him. i can't remember him. it hurts too much."
his breath hitched at the desperation in your voice, his heart breaking at the sight of you so distraught like this. seeing you hurt was one of the worst things he could witness, and it was tearing him up inside.
toge knelt in front of you and he pulled out his phone, typing fast: cursed speech on memories? too strong. could backfire on me. throat rip. or worse.
"i know." you grabbed his hands. "i know iâm a coward, that iâm being selfish, that iâm sinking to his level and that, as your friend, i shouldn't be asking this of you. but i donât know if i can get over him on my own. and if anyone can do it, you can. please, toge. i can't live with this."
he stared at you, conflicted. he'd seen you with satoru âthe laughs, the stolen glances. he knew how deep it ran. but he also knew the agony in your eyes now. and if there was one thing toge couldn't stand, it was seeing someone he loved in pain.
he swallowed hard. nodded once.
stand up. he signed. close eyes.
you did, trembling.
he unzipped his collar fully, exposing the snake-and-fang seals on his cheeks. his throat tightened âhe knew the risk. commanding someone to âforgetâ a person entirely? it was like erasing a curse's core. the backlash could tear his vocal cords, maybe kill him if it rebounded wrong. but his loyalty was stronger than any consequence he might face.
for you, he'd risk it.
"forget satoru gojo."
his words were simple, but they carried the weight of his support âhis way of telling you that heâd back whatever decision you made. and they hit like a hammer. cursed energy surged, wrapping around your mind, slicing through memories like a blade. laughter in the courtyard. kisses under the stars. those nights where he made you his own. all of itâ gone.
you gasped, knees buckling. toge caught you, but blood sprayed from his mouth, staining his shirt. his throat burned like fire, voice ripping as the curse backfired. he coughed, hacking up more blood, collapsing beside you.
pain exploded in his chest. worth it, he thought, vision blurring. for her.
then, the door slammed open.
satoru stood there, wild-eyed, chest heaving. he'd searched everywhere âdorms, training groundsâ until he sensed the cursed energy spike.
"what theâ" his eyes locked on you, crumpled on the floor, then toge, bleeding out. "toge? yomu?" he rushed in, dropping beside you. "baby? hey, look at meâ"
you blinked up at him, dazed. head tilted. "who are you?"
satoru's world stopped. something was different. there was a certain emptiness in your eyes that hadn't been there before, not even when you found out that stupid bet.
"what?"
you sat up slowly, rubbing your temple. "who are you? why are you in toge's room?"
toge wheezed, clutching his throat, blood dripping.
no, no, no. he muttered to himself more than anything. satoru glanced at him and understood in an instant. the command. the backlash.
"you made her forget me?" satoru mumbled, breaking. "why?"
toge met his gaze, eyes fierce despite the pain. he mouthed one word: hurt.
satoru's hands shook. he reached for you, but you flinched back. "don't touch me. i don't know you."
the words hit harder than any hollow purple he could throw. he recoiled, tears falling freely now.
"yomu, please. it's me. satoru. you have to rememberâ"
but you didn't. the memories were gone, erased clean. his face wasnât familiar anymore, not even a dĂ©ja vu. you looked at him like a stranger, confusion turning to fear.
"toge?" you crawled to your friend, ignoring the tall white-haired boy. "you're bleeding âoh god, what happened? what do i do?"
toge waved you off weakly, signing: fine. shoko.
you nodded, standing on shaky legs. you spared satoru one last glance âa blank, indifferent oneâ before running out.
satoru didn't move. you really didnât remember. none of it. every instinct in him was screaming at him to go after you, to grab you and force you to remember âbut he couldn't. he didn't even know how, or if you'd even let him get close, based on how you'd reacted so far. it felt like he'd been punched in the gut. he had never felt so helpless, so stripped of power.
he was a scoundrel, knowing that the worst part of it all was that togeâs speech was irreversible. he stared at the floor, his hands clenching at his sides while blood was pooling from toge's coughs.
"you... you took her from me." he murmured, voice hollow.
toge coughed again, typing on his phone with bloody fingers: yourself. dare. proof.
anger flared up inside satoru like a wildfire âbecause goddammit, toge was right. it really hadn't taken much for him to throw away something precious, had it? he had done exactly what suguru had expected him to. he had let that damn title go to his head once again.
satoru was too prideful, too stubborn and arrogant to admit it out loud. but not now. so he laughed âa broken, empty sound. "yeah. i did."
he stood, wiping his eyes. then he walked out, infinity snapping up around him like a shield. but no technique could block the pain.
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months passed. toge's throat scarred badly; he could barely speak above a whisper now, sticking to ingredients forever. but he never regretted it.
you threw yourself into missions, training harder, laughing with friends. you lived your life as if nothing had ever happened, because in your head, nothing ever did. nobody corrected you. all you knew of satoru now was that he was the strongest sorcerer of all.
he watched from afar. he smiled in the halls, cracked jokes, acted like the same old gojo. but his eyes followed you âhaunted.
he never dared to reach out again. not even to seek redemption. somehow, his distance became the ultimate proof of his love and respect. he honored the decision that had ultimately condemned him, even if it meant losing you for real.
maybe this was his curseâ to love you from the shadows, forever.
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{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}
summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player whoâs never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.
warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, heâs a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.
word count: 5k
authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope iâm feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3
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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campusâ having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.
he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.
and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.
until he met you.
áąđ© fem!reader, megumiâs demon dogs love you
megumiâs demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, theyâll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.
one night, youâre in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.
the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.
âoh, hi!â you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white oneâs tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.
the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.
a voice speaks out, âhey, you two,â the dogs turn to look at megumi, âstop slobbering all over her,â heâs mostly referring to the white demon dog.
the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesnât stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.
the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.
âitâs okay, megs,â you smile up at him.
he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.
âmegumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isnât making you tired?â you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.
he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.
âyeah, youâre good pups, arenât you?â you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, âvery well trained.â
you know well that theyâre certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumiâs warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that youâll see his flushed face.
footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumiâs demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.
gojo speaks up, âhmm, thatâs weird..â
you curiously look up at him, âhuh?â
âmegumiâs demon dogs normally donât act this way around people. itâs a bit weird how theyâre cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, donât you think?â
you think for a minute, taking in his words, âyeah, itâs a bit odd, but iâm totally fine with it. theyâre such sweethearts!â
when your attentionâs back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously canât believe that you didnât pick up on a word he said.
gojo knows well that megumiâs shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumiâs liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.
he just wonders when and how megumiâs going to confess to you.
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àšà§ïčfem!reader, he shuts u up
megumi's hand slapped over your mouth again.
not rough. not cruel. just⊠desperate.
âshut up,â he growled against your throat, breath hot and ragged, body trembling just a little where it pressed into yours, hips stuttering in their rhythm like your moan had actually hurt him.
you blinked up at him, wide-eyed, breath muffled behind his palm, your back arching anyway because fuck, he was deepâdeeper than youâd ever hadâand the way he stayed locked in place, chest to chest, forehead damn near pressed to yours like he was trying not to lose itâ
that voice again, low, wrecked: âquit whining. just⊠stop.â
and your heart dropped a little. just a pinch. because every time he said thatâshut up, donât moan, stop making noiseâit cracked something warm inside you. like he didnât want to hear you. like your pleasure was annoying him.
you whimpered behind his hand. soft. just enough for him to feel it.
he groaned.
and it was the kind of groan you knew wasnât angry.
he pulled back. just enough to look at youâsweat sliding down his temples, jaw clenched, lips parted. his eyes were wild. unfocused.
âyouâfuckâyou keep doing that, iâm gonna fucking cum,â he snapped, voice barely a whisper, furious, like it was your fault, like the heat boiling in his gut was something he couldnât stand feeling.
your brows lifted. he saw the flicker of realization in your face. he froze. caught.
you licked your lips. âyou donât like the way i sound?â
âi love the way you sound,â he snarled before he could stop himself. âthatâs the problem.â
and then he slammed into you harder.
âevery time you moan, iâi canât fuckingânghhââ
you grinned. sharp. breathless. a little wicked. âyou cum quick when i make noise, megumi?â
âshut the fuck up,â he hissed again, but this time his hand was shaking as he covered your mouth againâ because now you were doing it on purpose. making all the little gasps and whimpers you knew would get to him.
he was panting now. fucking into you hard, losing rhythm, slamming into that perfect spot with all the grace of a man trying not to explode.
âkeep it up,â he growled. âiâll finish in you before you even get off.â
you moaned against his palm.
he shuddered.
and yeahâhe was fucked.

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megumi has learned a lot of things in his eighteen years of existence, knows a lot of things for a factâundisputable, concrete facts he holds close without a single hitch of a doubt.
for one, he knows that gojo satoru is the most exhausting person to ever walk the earth, a man who breathes eccentricity and thrives on the thin patience of those around him.Â
he knows that the vending machine by the training grounds will always swallow his change if he tries to buy the black coffee, and he knows that the early morning chill of the jujutsu tech mountains is the only thing that truly wakes him up.
he also knows that he loves you.
he knows that heâs loved you since junior year, a quiet realization that settled into his bones like a permanent frost and has continued to bloom ever since.Â
you are his adoring girlfriend, and he loves you with every single fleeting second he spends in your presence, whether itâs the domestic silence of the dorms, the rhythmic violence of fighting curses, or those terrifying, breathless moments where he is nearly losing his life right next to you.
he knows that you are the first girl heâs ever felt like this forâthe only girl heâs ever even allowed close enough to witness the mess of feelings he usually keeps buried.Â
you are the first girl he ever bought flowers for (a silent apology to tsumiki, who he knows would understand), the first girl he ever dressed up for to take on a proper date, and eventuallyâafter an annoying amount of persistent pushing from yuji and a harrowing near-death experience at a haunted, decaying estate in the outskirts of kyoto where the both of you were convinced youâd die to a grade one curse that kept you trapped in a loop for two daysâthe first girl he ever gathered the courage to ask to be his.
it is because of this staggering inexperience with girls, however, and the general lack of a roadmap for things that aren't sorcery or survival, that megumi is not sureâand does not know if he will ever truly be sureâof when the right time to have sex is.
megumi has kissed you plenty of times by now, and granted, the first time was painfully awkwardâall clashing teeth and hesitant breathsâas were the first four or five times after that.Â
but eventually, he got the hang of things, and the sensation of your lips on his became as simple and instinctive as casting his divine dogs or the fluid motion of unsheathing a cursed tool.Â
it became something so simple that heâd gotten used to the way youâd snatch him into empty classrooms at odd hours, pushing him against cold walls or the nearest sturdy object just to feel him close.Â
heâd grown fond of the weight of you in his lap in the dim lighting of his dorm room, his calloused hands anchoring themselves on your waist while yours tangled deep in his hair, until the only thing his senses were able to process was you, you, and more of you.
your lips were like second nature to him at this point; he could recognize the sweet, lingering taste of your lipgloss in anything, and the feeling of your mouth against his had begun to feel more like home than any physical building ever could.Â
megumi had even grown accustomed to the long, heavy nights in his dorm spent making out, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he checked the door was lockedâone, two, three timesâbefore finally resigning himself to a night of friction and heat.Â
heâd endure being incredibly, almost painfully hard until you finally drifted off to sleep, only then sneaking off into the bathroom to find some form of quiet, solitary relief.
these are the things megumi is used to: the heavy tension of the foreplay, the breathless anticipation of the befores, and all the frantic pieces that sex is made up of.Â
but despite the familiarity of your skin, megumi has absolutely no clue how to actually have sex.Â
heâd never even considered that at one point heâd have to be the one to decide when the right time was, or that heâd have to figure out the logistics of transitioning from the safety of your usual routine into something so permanent and vulnerable.Â
he didn't know how to bridge the gap between the heated grazing of clothes and the finality of being completely bare before you, and the thought that he might fail to be what you needed in that moment was the one fact he couldn't quite master.
heâd gone as far as to ask yuji once, cornering him during a rare moment of downtime to see if heâd ever actually done it before, only for yujiâever the goody-two-shoes with his heart on his sleeveâto sheepishly admit he was a virgin, too.Â
he had tried his luck with kugisaki next, but she had almost laughed him out of the cafe before he could even finish the sentence, and as he walked off with his ears burning red, he could still hear her cackling at him from her seat, the sound echoing down the street.
he had briefly, stupidly considered asking gojo, but the thought was discarded as quickly as it came; he knew heâd probably receive far more information about his teacher and adoptive fatherâs personal life than heâd ever want to know, and the mental image alone was enough to make him want to summon his shadows and hide inside them.
heâd even resorted to eavesdropping on the conversations between the upperclassmen, hoping for some shred of practical wisdom, but he couldnât for the life of him discern what exactly inumaki meant by the third âsalmon salmonâ in a row, and he didn't even want to begin to contemplate the logistics of how panda was having sex.Â
and when he once attempted to eavesdrop on todo, he was met with a whole lot of nonsense about him and some random pop star heâd been having vivid dreams about, leaving megumi more confused than when he started.
so, apparently, besides maki zenâin (who was utterly terrifying to approach with such a question) and yuta okkotsu (who was somehow even more terrifying in his own polite, lethal way), megumi seemed to be the only one even concerned with the prospect of having sex at all.Â
he felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff while everyone else was either blissfully unaware of the height or had already jumped without telling him how to land.
âŠ
the air in his dorm room felt heavier than usual, thick with the scent of your shampoo and the lingering heat of the summer evening pressing against the windowpane.Â
megumi sat on the edge of his bed, his long legs cramped in the small space, watching you as you hummed a tune he didn't recognize while looking through his modest collection of books.Â
his heart felt like a trapped bird against his ribs, fluttering with a nervous energy that he usually reserved for high-level exorcisms. every time your shoulder brushed his or your fingers lingered near his hand, a jolt of electricity shot through him, making it increasingly difficult to maintain his carefully cultivated facade of nonchalance.
he had spent the last hour trying to focus on anything elseâthe way the moonlight hit the floor, the distant sound of yujiâs muffled laughter down the hall, the rhythmic ticking of his desk clockâbut his mind kept spiraling back to the same realization: tonight felt different.Â
the usual comfortable silence between you had shifted into something charged, a magnetic pull that felt both inevitable and terrifying.Â
he knew the layout of your soul better than anyone, had memorized the way you bit your lip when you were concentrating and the specific warmth of your hand in his, yet the prospect of this next step felt like stepping into an abyss without a cursed technique to catch him.
megumi cleared his throat, the sound loud in the quiet room, and shifted his weight.Â
he reached out, his fingers grazing the fabric of your sleeve before he finally found the courage to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. his touch was tentative, almost reverent, as if he were afraid you might shatter if he applied too much pressure.Â
when you finally turned to look at him, the depth of affection in your eyes made his breath hitch. he wanted to say something profound, something that would bridge the gap between his internal panic and his outward devotion, but his throat felt tight, constricted by the weight of all the things he didn't know how to voice.
"you're staring," you whispered, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips.
"i know," he managed to get out, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in his chest. he didn't look away. he couldn't. he was anchored by you, caught in the gravity of a moment that felt like the culmination of every near-death experience and every quiet morning they'd shared.Â
he reached for your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, his forehead resting against yours. he could feel the steady beat of your heart against his own, a grounding rhythm that slowly began to quiet the noise in his head.Â
this was you. this was home. and for the first time, the "how" didn't seem as important as the "who."
your foreheads remained pressed together, a bridge of shared heat and frantic heartbeats that kept him grounded even as the world outside the dorm room faded into static.Â
megumi closed his eyes, his lashes fluttering against his skin as he tilted his head just enough to find your lips. the kiss started slowlyâa soft, tentative brush of salt and sweetness that tasted like the lingering remnants of the peach tea youâd shared earlier and the sharp, clean scent of the soap he used.Â
he savored the way you tasted, a flavor he had memorized but never quite felt he could get enough of, feeling the way your breath hitched and caught in the small space between your mouths.
the kiss deepened, growing from a hesitant inquiry into a desperate, rhythmic pull. he could feel the slick heat of your tongue against his, the friction sending a jolt through his spine that made his toes curl against his carpet.Â
his hands, though still trembling, found their way back to your jaw, his thumbs tracing the line of your face with a reverence that made his chest ache. he tasted the quiet sigh you let out, a sound of pure surrender that made him feel more powerful and more vulnerable than any domain expansion ever could.Â
he was drowning in the taste of you, in the soft, wet heat of your mouth and the way you leaned into him as if he were the only solid thing left in the universe.
the transition from sitting to lying back was less of a graceful descent and more of a series of cautious, fumbling adjustments.
megumiâs hands, usually so steady when weaving complex shadows, felt uncharacteristically heavy and uncertain as they slid from your waist to your hips, guiding you back against the mattress.Â
he followed you down, hovering over you with his weight braced on his forearms, his dark hair falling forward to shield the both of you from the rest of the world.Â
the making out continued almost immediatelyâa familiar refuge from the mounting tensionâbut today there was a frantic, searching quality to the way his mouth moved against yours. his kisses were deeper, tasting of a desperate kind of devotion, and as his hands began to slide beneath the hem of your shirt, he suddenly faltered.
he pulled back just an inch, his breathing shallow and jagged, and began nervously gnawing at his lower lip. he looked away, his gaze fixing intently on a stray thread on his pillowcase as if it were the most fascinating thing in the room, while his thumb traced aimless, shaky circles against your skin.Â
the silence stretched out, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the distant hum of the dorm's air conditioning and the frantic thudding of his own heart.
âgumi?â you whispered, your voice soft and laced with concern as you reached up to cup his jaw, forcing him to look at you. âyou okay?â
megumi let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for a lifetime, his shoulders dropping just a fraction. he cleared his throatâa harsh, dry sound that cracked in the quiet airâand swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing nervously.Â
he looked like he wanted to bolt, like heâd rather be facing a special grade curse with no cursed energy than sitting in this silence.
âi⊠i was just thinking,â he started, his voice barely a murmur, drifting off before he could find the right path through the sentence. he cleared his throat again, more forcefully this time, his ears turning a deep, vivid shade of pink that matched the heat radiating off his skin. âi wanted to ask⊠if you maybe⊠wanted to⊠try?â
you blinked up at him, your fingers still tangled in the soft dark strands at the nape of his neck, your expression a mix of curiosity and growing realization. âtry toâŠ?â
âum. you know,â he stammered, his nonchalant mask completely shattered now, leaving behind only the raw, honest vulnerability of an eighteen-year-old boy who was hopelessly in love and entirely out of his depth.Â
âtry⊠the, uh⊠the next thing.â he gestured vaguely with one hand toward the space between your bodies, his eyes darting back to yours for a split second before skittering away again. âthe⊠you know. sexâif you wanted to. with me. now.â
you smiled, the expression so soft and genuine that it seemed to melt the rigid tension holding his shoulders together.Â
you didn't laugh or make it a joke; instead, you just moved your hand from his neck to his cheek, your thumb stroking over the sharp line of his cheekbone until he finally forced himself to meet your eyes again.Â
"megumi," you breathed, your voice a gentle anchor in the sea of his panic, "i want to. i've wanted to for a while."
the relief that washed over him was visible, his eyes closing for a brief second as he let out a jagged exhale, but it was quickly replaced by a fresh wave of heat when you reached for the hem of your own shirt.Â
his eyes widened, tracking the movement with a mix of intense focus and a sudden, overwhelming urge to look anywhere else. as you pulled the fabric over your head and tossed it aside, leaving yourself bare before him in the dim light of the dorm, megumi felt like his brain had short-circuited.
heâd seen you in your uniform, in sweatpants, and in various states of disarray after missions, but this was different. this was intentional. this was a level of vulnerability he wasn't sure he was prepared to handle, even if heâd been dreaming about it for months.Â
his hands stayed frozen where they were on your hips, his fingers twitching against your skin. he looked at you with such a concentrated, reverent intensityâbrows furrowed, lips slightly partedâthat for a second, you wondered if heâd forgotten how to breathe.
"you're... you're really beautiful," he managed to choke out, his voice cracking slightly on the last word. it was the most honest thing heâd ever said, stripped of all his usual stoicism.
slowly, tentatively, he reached out one hand. his fingers were trembling just a fraction as he grazed the skin of your ribs, his touch so light it was almost a ghost of a feeling. he followed the curve of your body like he was mapping out a new territory, his touch growing slightly firmer as he realized you weren't going to pull away.Â
when his hand finally moved toward his own shirt, his movements were clumsy, his fingers fumbling with the fabric in a way that was entirely uncharacteristic of the boy who could form complex shadow puppets in a millisecond.
as he pulled his shirt off and cast it onto the floor, his pale skin looked almost silver in the moonlight. he looked lean and muscular, covered in the faint, silver-white scars of a sorcererâs life, but in this moment, he didn't look like a weapon. he just looked like megumi. he hovered over you again, his bare chest inches from yours, and the sheer heat radiating between you was enough to make his head spin.
"i don't... i might not be great at this," he whispered into the small space between your lips, his nonchalance having been completely replaced by a desperate need to do right by you. "but i want to be. for you."
you responded with a small, reassuring smile that seemed to be the only thing keeping him from drifting away into his own head. "itâs okay," you whispered, your voice a soft tether in the quiet room. "we can learn together."
the words felt like a physical weight lifting off his chest. he looked at you, really looked at you, and the sheer adoration in his dark eyes was enough to make your heart skip.
 you didn't give him time to overthink it, reaching up to thread your fingers through the damp, dark hair at the base of his neck and pulling him back in for a soft, lingering kiss.Â
it was a slow, grounding contact, a silent promise that there was no rush and no right way for this to go.
as he kissed you back, his movements became a little more fluid, driven by a growing heat that was beginning to override his stuttering nerves.Â
he shifted his weight, his knees sliding hesitantly between your legs, trying to find a rhythm that felt natural. the clumsiness of it all was almost grounding, a reminder that for all his talent as a sorcererâfor all the lethal precision of his shadowsâmegumi was still just a boy learning the curves of the person he loved.
when he finally lowered himself back down, the initial contact of bare skin on skin made him jump slightly, his body tensing at the sudden, overwhelming sensation of your warmth pressing against his chest.Â
his knee knocked against yours in a way that would have been embarrassing or clumsy in any other context, but here, the air was already so thick with affection and honest desire that it didn't matter.Â
he let out a tiny, huffed breath of a laughâmostly at himself and the ridiculousness of his own heartâand buried his face in the crook of your neck for a second, his nose brushing against your pulse point to hide the sheer, vivid red of his face.
his hands were everywhere and nowhere at once, trying to find a place to settle that felt right. he accidentally pinned your hair under his elbow as he tried to shift his weight, leading to a hushed, "sorry, sorry," and a frantic adjustment that ended with him almost rolling off the side of the twin-sized bed.Â
it was a far cry from the cool, composed megumi the world knew; here, in the privacy of his room, he was all tangled limbs and hesitant fingers.
he started to trail kisses down your collarbone, but he was moving so cautiously, so afraid of overstepping or doing something "wrong," that his movements felt a bit disjointed.Â
every time you let out a soft sound, heâd freeze, his eyes snapping up to yours with an expression that asked is this okay? did i hurt you? without saying a word.
"megumi, you can breathe," you whispered, reaching down to guide his hand back to your waist. "it's just us."
he nodded against your skin, his grip tightening just a fraction as he began to find a rhythm. he experimented with the weight of his body against yours, finding the sweet spot where he wasn't crushing you but could feel every inch of your warmth.Â
the transition from kissing to the actual removal of clothes was where the nonchalant fushiguro megumi truly met his match.Â
he pulled back just enough to reach for the waistband of your pajama pants, his fingers brushing against your skin with a tentative, questioning pressure. it wasn't a smooth, practiced motion; it was a series of small, awkward shimmies as he tried to help you navigate the fabric down your legs without accidentally kicking him off the narrow bed.Â
his ears were burning a deep, painful crimson as he then turned his attention to his own clothes, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants with a clumsiness that would have made anyone else scoff. the metallic click of the zipper sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room, and he had to take a sharp, steadying breath just to keep his hands from shaking too noticeably.
once you were both left in the barest of layersâyou in just your bra and panties, and him stripped down to the basicsâthe reality of the moment hit him with the force of a physical blow.Â
his eyes traveled over you, taking in the soft curve of your stomach and the way the moonlight played over your collarbone, and for a second, he looked like heâd forgotten how to function.
his hands, though still a little shaky and prone to hesitating, began to explore with more intent. he moved them from the dip of your waist, where his palms felt like branding irons against your skin, down to the gentle curve of your thigh.Â
he was so careful, his touch so light and careful, until he heard the way your breath hitchedâa small, broken sound of genuine want.
it was that sound that changed everything.
realizing that you were actually enjoying thisâthat you weren't just tolerating his fumbling but were actively responding to the way his calloused fingers grazed your skinâallowed a bit of his natural composure to bleed back in.Â
he stopped overthinking the logistics of what came next and started focusing on the feeling of you under him. he shifted his weight more confidently, his hands growing firmer and more possessive as he realized he didn't have to be afraid of you.Â
a low, barely audible hum of satisfaction vibrated in his chest when you arched into his touch, and the shy, nervous boy from a few minutes ago began to dissolve into the young man who knew, with absolute certainty, that there was nowhere else in the world he was meant to be.
there was a moment where he tried to be smoothâtrying to hook his thumb into the waistband of your underwearâonly to get his finger caught in the fabric, resulting in a muffled curse that made you giggle.
the sound of your laughter seemed to break the last of his rigid fear. he pulled back just enough to look at you, a lopsided, shy smile finally breaking through his nerves. it wasn't the perfect, cinematic scene heâd probably worried about, but as he leaned down to kiss you againâthis time with more teeth and less hesitationâit felt infinitely better because it was real.Â
the fumbling and the awkwardness were just parts of the map he was drawing, and for the first time in his life, he didn't mind not knowing exactly where the road led.
the more you leaned into him, the more the silence of the room began to fill with the sound of his voiceânot the sharp, clinical tone he used on the training grounds, but something low, wrecked, and breathless.Â
as his hands mapped out the curve of your hips and the soft skin of your stomach, he couldn't help the quiet praises that tumbled out of him. "you're so beautiful," he murmured against your jaw, his voice cracking with the weight of it.Â
"god, youâre perfect. i canât... i can't believe you're mine."
the kissing shifted then, losing its tentative edge and becoming something much deeper, much hotter. he was devouring you now, his tongue tangling with yours in a way that felt like he was trying to pull the very air from your lungs.Â
as the heat between you reached a breaking point, you found yourself instinctively arching up, grinding your core against his thigh to find some semblance of relief.Â
the friction was electric, and megumi let out a low, guttural groan that vibrated against your lips. he was painfully, visibly hard against you, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back.
your breath came in jagged, heavy hitches, and you finally managed to break the kiss just enough to gasp out his name. "gumi..."
it was a plea, an invitation, and a question all at once. you reached down, your fingers find his hand and guiding it toward the center of your heat.Â
when his fingers pressed against the damp, thin fabric of your underwear, feeling the slick evidence of how much you wanted him, a literal jolt of electricity seemed to snap through his entire frame. his eyes blew wide, dark and unfocused, as he realized just how ready you were for him.
he didn't pull away this time. instead, he leaned back in, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he tentatively hooked two fingers under the elastic of your lace. he pushed the fabric to the side, his touch hesitant but determined, and slowly, so slowly, he slid one finger inside of you.
you let out a sharp, sudden gasp directly into his mouth, your body jolting against his at the newness of the sensation.Â
megumi froze instantly, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird. he pulled back just an inch, his eyes searching yours with a frantic, protective intensity.
"is that... is that okay?" he whispered, his voice trembling with the fear of hurting you. "did iâdo you want me to stop?"
you shook your head quickly, your fingers tightening in his hair to pull him back down, a soft "no, don't stop" dying in your throat as you nodded against him.
as he felt the soft nod of your head, megumi let out a shaky, relieved exhale against your lips. he began to find a slow, steady rhythm, his movements careful as if he were handling something priceless.Â
he watched your face with an intensity that was almost overwhelming, his dark eyes tracking every flicker of your eyelashes and every twitch of your lips.Â
when you reached down, your fingers overlapping his to silently encourage him to add another, he obeyed without a second thought, his breath hitching as he felt you stretch and accommodate him.
it didn't take long for his sharp, observant mind to start piecing the puzzle together. megumi noticed that if he angled his fingers just soâcurving them upward in a specific, hooked motion while his thumb rhythmically brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves at the topâyou made these really good, broken sounds that sent shivers straight down his spine.
he became obsessed with those sounds. because he was so naturally gentle and possessed a sorcererâs knack for pattern recognition, he quickly mastered the cadence that made you come undone.Â
he watched as your thighs began to clench instinctively around his hand, your back arching off the mattress as you tried to press closer to the source of the pleasure. your kissing became sloppier, more desperate, your mouth moving against his in a way that was frantic and uncoordinated as your senses began to blur.
megumi was far better at this than he had any right to be. his fingers moved with a fluid, consistent grace, hitting that specific spot with a precision that made your vision swim.Â
he was leaning over you, his own breathing heavy and labored, his dark hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead. he looked like he was witnessing a miracle, his usual stoicism completely replaced by a raw, hungry devotion.
just as the tension in your body reached a fever pitch, you reached down and gripped his wrist, your fingers digging into his skin to halt the movement. your irises were dark, blown wide with a hazy heat that made his heart stop.
"megumi," you gasped, your voice a wrecked, breathy shadow of itself as you looked up at him. "iâm ready. gumi, please... i want you."
megumiâs hand flew back from the heat of you as if heâd been burned, the sudden shift in momentum sending him into a mild, frantic tailspin. he practically tumbled off the side of the bed, his bare feet hitting the floor with a dull thud as he scrambled toward his dresser.Â
he began fumbling through the top drawer, his hands shoving aside neatly folded socks and school shirts while he muttered a string of curses under his breath.
 he was looking for the box gojo had tossed at him with a wink the day after the man had "accidentally" strolled into the common room while the two of you were mid-makeoutâa memory that made megumiâs blood boil even now.
"where is it... damn it," he hissed, his fingers finally snagging the edge of the cardboard. he pulled out a foil packet, his hands shaking so violently he almost dropped it twice.Â
the packaging was stubborn, refusing to tear under his frantic grip, and for a second he looked like he might actually use a cursed technique just to open the damn thing.
once he finally managed to rip it open, he kicked his boxers away, and the sight of himâfully, achingly hard and pressing up against his own stomachâwas enough to make your own breath catch.Â
he was trying to roll the condom on, but the combination of his trembling fingers and the sheer weight of the moment made it a clumsy, uncoordinated mess.Â
he was acutely aware that this wasn't the smooth, cinematic "sexy" experience heâd seen in movies; he felt like a fumbling mess, his ears ringing with the sound of his own pulse.
the stress of the logistics was a total mood-killer, and by the time he finally got the latex settled, his nerves had won a temporary victoryâhe was now only half-hard, the iron-clad confidence of a moment ago wavering in the cool air of the room.Â
he climbed back onto the bed, looking at you with a mix of apology and raw frustration.
"sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "i'mâgive me a second." he leaned down, capturing your lips again in a kiss that was meant to ground both of you.Â
it started slow, but as your hands found his chest and your legs tangled with his, the familiar heat began to surge back into him. the friction of your body against his worked its magic, and he felt himself thickening and hardening again, the primal urge to be inside you finally overriding the last of his anxiety.
he pulled back just enough to line himself up, the tip of him brushing against your entrance. he paused there, his arms trembling as he braced his weight above you. megumi took one long, deep, shaky breath, his dark eyes searching yours with a depth of sincerity that felt like a physical weight on your chest.
"are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, his gaze never wavering from yours. "are you absolutely sure you want this?"
you reached up, your fingers tracing the sharp, nervous line of his jaw as you pulled him closer. "more than anything, megumi."
the first few inches were a struggle of pure friction and overwhelming sensation. megumi moved with a cautious, agonizing slowness, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap.Â
as he began to push forward, he saw you wince, your eyes fluttering shut as your body tried to adjust to the sudden, blunt intrusion. he froze instantly, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he braced himself over you, his knuckles white from the pressure of holding himself back.
"are you okay?" he managed to choke out, his voice thick and strained. "i can stop, we canâ"
"it's just... it's big, gumi. that's all," you whispered, your breath hitching as you tried to relax into the mattress.
a sudden, involuntary flutter of pride bloomed in his chest at your wordsâa primitive, masculine spark that flickered through the haze of his anxietyâbut he pushed it aside to focus entirely on you.Â
he waited, his eyes locked on yours, watching for the moment the tension in your face began to soften. only when you gave him a small, encouraging nod did he continue, slowly pushing further into the narrow heat of you.
he could feel the incredible tightness of your walls fluttering against him, the sensation of your body stretching out to accommodate his size. it was a slow, rhythmic transition that felt like it was taking hours, every fraction of an inch sending a fresh wave of heat crashing over his senses.Â
he felt the resistance give way slowly, his body sinking deeper and deeper into yours until finally, he was bottomed out, his hips flush against yours.
the feeling was nothing short of heavenly. it was a staggering, all-encompassing warmth that made his head light and his vision go momentarily dark.Â
he stayed there for a moment, completely still, buried deep inside the person he loved more than his own life.Â
the sheer, overwhelming physical reality of the connection was more than he had ever prepared for. his mind was racing, a single, frantic thought echoing through his skull in a repetitive loop.
holy shit, he thought, his eyes blowing wide and unfocused as he felt your internal muscles clench around him in a tight, welcoming pulse. holy shit, iâm gonna cum in two minutes.
as the initial shock of the connection settled, megumi forced himself to move, though his muscles felt like they were vibrating with the effort of holding back.Â
he started with slow, shallow thrusts, his hips rocking against yours in a rhythmic, tentative glide. but even with his self-control at its peak, he couldn't stop the low, gravelly groans from slipping out of his throatâsounds he didn't even recognize as his own.
he felt everything. he felt the velvet ridges of your walls hugging him tight, the way you arched off the blanket when he adjusted his angle, and the specific, intoxicating way your breath hitched every time he pulled back.Â
then, with one deeper, more deliberate push, he hit that soft, spongy spot at the very back of you. your eyes rolled back, a sharp, broken sound escaping your lips as you bit down on them, and megumi felt a surge of heat so violent it made his vision swim.
you felt incredibleâtoo good, honestly. you were soft and hot and so welcoming that it was becoming a physical struggle not to just lose himself.Â
he looked down at you, seeing the way your hair was fanned out across his pillow, your skin flushed and damp with sweat, and his heart felt like it was going to burst.Â
he loved you so much it was terrifying; it was a weight in his chest that made every sensation feel ten times more intense.
he tried to maintain that slow, agonizing rhythm, his knuckles white where he was gripping the sheets, but his self-control was fraying with every heartbeat. the friction, the sound of your moans, the way your thighs were trembling against hisâit was all too much.
"megumi," you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him down toward you. "you can go faster. please, gumi... faster."
the permission was the final thread to snap. he didn't need to be told twice. his pace quickening as his thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, as he chased the feeling of being completely consumed by you.Â
you were letting out these soft, melodic moans that seemed to sync up with the rhythm of his body, and megumi felt a heavy, primal coiling deep in his gutâa pressure that was rapidly building toward a point of no return.
the nonchalant, composed sorcerer was nowhere to be found; there was only a boy, breathless and overwhelmed, who was about to break.
the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your frantic, rhythmic breathing and the heavy, wet heat of the friction between you. you were shaking underneath him, your fingers clutching at his forearms as your head tossed back against the pillow. "gumi... im gonna... im gonnaâ"
megumiâs teeth ground together so hard his jaw ached. he squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body rigid and vibrating with the effort of holding back. he wanted to wait, wanted to let you reach that peak first, but every time your walls spasmed around him, it was like a direct current of electricity straight to his brain.Â
he focused on the sound of your voice, on the way your name felt like a prayer in his mind, and waited until he felt the sudden, violent clench of your climax rippling through you.
you cried out, your body arching one last time in a beautiful, desperate surrender, and that was it for him. he couldn't hold back anymore. he let out one final, deep, guttural thrust that bottomed him out completely against you, and then the coil in his gutâthe one that had been winding tighter and tighter since the moment he asked if you were sureâfinally snapped.
the uncoiling was a physical shock, a white-hot release that felt like it was tearing through his very soul. he felt the snap, the sudden, overwhelming rush of heat as he came inside you, and your name tumbled out of his lips in a wrecked, breathless sob.Â
he felt completely unstrung, his strength leaving him all at once as the world narrowed down to just the two of you, his forehead dropping back against yours as he continued to pulse inside you.Â
he began to move in slow, shallow, grounding thrusts on the comedown, the frantic pace replaced by a heavy, languid rhythm that was purely about being close to you.
he found your lips again, tasting the sweetness of your mouth through the salt of your shared sweat. his breathing was jagged and heavy, echoing your own, and he could feel your thighs still trembling against his hips, the aftershocks of the moment still humming through both of your bodies.Â
for a long time, the only sound in the dorm was the ragged, synchronization of your breath and the distant, fading ticking of the clock, marking the end of the first time and the beginning of everything else.
the heavy, languid silence that followed was broken only by the sound of your shared, erratic breathing.Â
megumi stayed buried deep inside you for a few moments longer, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as he waited for the world to stop spinning. when he finally found the strength to move, he pulled out with a slow, careful friction that made you let out one last, shaky exhale.
he sat up at the edge of the bed, his back a map of lean muscle and silver scars in the moonlight. with hands that were still slightly unsteady, he took care of the condom, knotting it and tossing it into the small trash can by his desk with a quiet, final thud.Â
he grabbed a stray shirt from the floor to quickly clean himself and you, his movements efficient but incredibly tender, his touch lingering on your skin as if he were still trying to convince himself that tonight had actually happened.
once he was settled, he climbed back into the narrow twin bed, which felt smaller than ever with both of your bodies occupying the space.Â
he pulled you back against his chest, your back fitting perfectly against his front in a tangle of limbs and damp skin. the room was still warm, both of you sticky with sweat and the salt of the evening, but neither of you seemed to care.
he draped one heavy arm over your waist, his hand splaying across your stomach to hold you close, while he tucked his face into the back of your neck.Â
he felt a profound, quiet sort of peace settle over himâthe kind of stillness he usually only found in the depths of his shadows, but this time it was filled with light.
megumi leaned forward, pressing a lingering, gentle kiss to the side of your forehead. "i love you," he murmured, his voice finally regaining that low, steady nonchalance, though it was softened by a depth of affection he no longer felt the need to hide.
you hummed a tired, happy response, drifting off to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat against your back. as sleep finally began to pull at both of you, megumi held you a little tighter, knowing that while he might still have a lot to learn, he finally knew exactly what it felt like to be home.
Choso whimpers so loud
Itâs embarrassing, really. The walls in the dorms at Jujutsu High are thin as hell, and everyone knows it. You told him to keep it down tonight even pressed your palm over his mouth the first time he started whimpering. But the second you sank down on his cock, all that self-control evaporated.
Chosoâs eyes roll back that instant, âF-fuckânghâ ahhâ!â His hips twitch up involuntarily as your walls clench around him. Heâs so deep like this, thick cock stretching you open.
You lean down, lips brushing his ear. âChoso, baby⊠quieter,â you whisper, even as you roll your hips again,
He shakes his head frantically, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. âC-canâtâahhâyou feel too goodânghh!â The moan that follows is downright pornographic, loud enough that youâre pretty sure Satoruâs room is right down the hall and heâs definitely hearing every single second of this.
Chosoâs face is flushed dark red, eyes half-lidded and glassy, tears already clinging to his lashes. Every time you clench around his thick cock he lets out another whimper. âShitâChosoâShut up,â you whisper as you slap a hand over his mouth, but he just moans louder against your palm.
His hips jerk up involuntarily, fucking into you with shallow, needy thrusts that make the bed creak. âMmmphâpleaseâdonât stopââ he mumbles against your fingers, voice muffled but still way too loud. You feel his cock throb hard inside you, already leaking, already so close even though youâve barely started.
You ride him harder, grinding down in tight circles, trying to keep your own moans quiet while you shush him. âShhâshh, baby, quietâfuck, you gotta be quietââ But itâs useless. The whimper that comes out of him this time is even louder, cracking high and pretty as his thrusts meet yours
You pry one hand off his mouth just long enough to grab a pillow and shove it over his face. âBite this,â you whisper urgently, bouncing faster, the wet slap of skin on skin still echoing way too clearly in the tiny room. âCome on, Choso, muffle itââ
He obeys for half a secondâteeth sinking into the fabric with a desperate groanâbut then you clench around him again and the pillow does nothing. âAhhânghhâcanâtâtoo goodâhahâ!â
His thighs tremble underneath you, hips snapping up harder as he gets closer. You can feel him pulsing, âChosoâquietâfuck, theyâre gonna hear youââ
Too late.
Chosoâs whole body seizes, back arching hard as he cums so loud the pillow is fuckinâ useless. He keeps whimpering through every pulse with little âahâahâahââ sounds that get louder instead of quieter as his hips jerk up in sloppy thrusts.
You finally lift the pillow from his mouth and he immediately lets out one last weak, satisfied whine, nuzzling into your neck
You were both so fucked.
Choso whimpers so loud⊠and the whole damn dorm probably just heard exactly how good you make him feel.
a/n: hnghh I feel like a horny slut on my period damnnit