Kira| She/Her| 27. This is my little piece of Heaven to post whatever my heart desires, translation: I'm trying to do this tumblr thing. #1 Fan of @ribbonedreverie
Like a well-loved book pulled off the shelf, I’ve returned—pages a little worn, heart a little fuller, and still ready to write new chapters. Thank you for your patience while I wandered; even the sun needs a break behind the clouds sometimes.
Now, let’s pick up where we left off… preferably with feels!
You think the JJK boys call you fat.
Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Toge Inumaki, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, and Suguru Geto.
Please read Lemonade. I worked really hard on it :(
Days passed and the words kept echoing in your mind as well as Sukuna’s. Almost as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.
He knows what's the root cause of this problem. He needs to get laid.
It's just lust. If I can't get you out of my head, then I'll fuck it out of my system.
Yeah, that's his solution. Go to a random club and get fucking laid.
He found a distraction as soon as he ordered his first drink from the bartender. Some random woman clung to his arm as he downed his drink. Didn't even have to try.
He forgot how easy it was for him to seduce a woman. Before you lived with him, he used to have random hookups here and there. Now, it's like he doesn't even recognize himself.
The woman introduced herself and tried to make small talk but honestly, Sukuna didn't even pretend to care. Just a distraction.
Five drinks later, he finds himself in the dance floor as the woman grinds herself to his hips.
Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. Because as he closed his eyes, all he could think about was you, not the woman in front of him. Your hair, your skin, your body.
What are the chances of running into Yuuji and his damn circle of friends in the same club at Friday night? Turns out, it's fucking high.
Because when he opened his eyes again, he finds you staring straight at him from the mezzanine floor of the club.
Yuuji dragged you along with him to celebrate Yuta Okkotsu's birthday, your senior.
He couldn’t stand watching you sulk in your room anymore. He asked Nobara to dress you up and Megumi to help him convince you to join the party. You can’t say no to the trio.
You were met with a cocktails and vodka shots the moment you stepped into the booth, you were already half drunk by the time you managed to greet Yuta a happy birthday.
“Thanks for being here, enjoy the party!” He replied enthusiastically before being dragged away by Maki.
“Hey Yuuji, am I drunk already or is that really your brother at the dance floor?” Your eyes immediately darted where Megumi was pointing at.
“Nah, you’re drunk Fushiguro. I’m not even sure he knows a single dance move.” Yuuji dismissed and didn’t even bother to look at the man on the dance floor.
“Fuck, it is him.” You exclaimed, almost only to yourself.
You’d recognize that build and tattoos anywhere, he stood out even with the sea of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of music.
But that’s not all you noticed, you can clearly see a woman grinding herself to him. His eyes were staring back at you, but his hands were planted on her waist.
Your eyes were focused on the way his hands roamed around her body. When he pulled the woman close to him using her hair, you’re done for. You felt turned on yet pissed at the same time. You can imagine yourself down there with him, it's you that he's touching and not her. Why does it have to be another woman? God, why not you?
Seeing that scene made you sober up. Great, the reason why you were sulking was here, on the verge of fucking someone else.
Why did that annoy you so much?
“We’re gonna need more shots.” Nobara stated when she noticed your expression.
“You know what? Bring the whole damn bottle. Happy birthday Yuta! Let’s get fucking wasted!”
Sukuna watched as you retreated back to your booth. The blood that rushed from his brain down to his cock was now dissipating. It’s no fun when you’re not watching anymore.
“What the hell is your problem?!” The woman shrieked when she almost fell to her face, as he shoved her away from him.
“Sorry, lost my interest.” He simply said and went back to the counter.
Goddammit, he can't even get hard if it's not you that he's touching or thinking about.
Sukuna’s phone vibrates almost an hour later.
“What.” He answers it without looking, knowing fully well who’s on the other line. His eyes were fixed up on the balcony once more.
“Nobara got her really drunk and she’s been cursing your name all this time.”
Sukuna stayed silent, what the fuck was he supposed to do?
He had a plan before coming here, which was clearly ruined when he opened his eyes again and laid it upon you. When he saw you watching him so intently he couldn’t do it, either it’s you or no one else.
“Plus, she’s saying she’s going home with a man, so-”
“I’m coming up there right now, don’t fucking touch her.” He snarled.
Sukuna found you on the deck outside, with a man in front of you.
Who the fuck?
The loud stomping of shoes to your direction didn’t stop you from mindlessly playing at the shot glass in your hands. Your vision was spinning due to all the liquor you drank. Drinking with Nobara felt like playing a losing game.
“I live close by. Wanna come with me?” Toma, the guy in front of you said.
“‘m sorry, but I’m here with my friends.” You tried rejecting him but he was so persistent, even had the audacity to touch your arm.
“Come on. It’s only a five minute walk, I can-”
“No you won’t. Get your fucking hands off or I’ll break it.” Sukuna deadpanned. The guy tried to apologize but he scrammed almost immediately when Sukuna gave him a deathly glare.
“Hello Sukuna, where’s your woman?” Your sardonic tone pissed him off even more.
Right in front of me, pouting. He wanted to say.
“C’mon, we’re leaving. Now.” Sukuna stated. You set the shot glass down and stared at his palm that was stretched out in front of you.
“We can’t leave, haven’t found my man yet. Since you scared that one away, I should start looking for a new one.” You slur, whole body swaying as you stood up abruptly.
“You’re not going anywhere.” In an instant, Sukuna had already blocked your path.
Your upper body bends as he caged you to the closest railing. Surprised by his act and fucking scared of falling, your arms immediately clung to his neck.
His familiar perfume flooded your senses due to the distance between the two of you being mere inches from one another. It's intoxicating. Addicting.
Then you remembered what you saw on the dance floor.
“Let go of me, Sukuna. You haven’t answered my question, where’s the woman you were with earlier? Stay away from me and go back to her.” You tried shoving him with both hands but he didn’t budge.
“One minute you can’t stand me, the next you act like this. I can’t understand you. What the hell do you want from me?” You locked your eyes with his as you pounded your fists to his broad chest.
“You really don't get it, do you?” His jaw clenched.
“Get what? You confuse me a lot you know? You said you didn't hate me, so what's this? Do you just enjoy making my life miserable?”
“Fuck, I want you!” He finally exploded. “The woman that I want is you. You’re my brother’s best friend and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts but I can't fucking help it. I want to claim you, I want to make you cry out my name, I want every inch of you.” Your mouth parts as you stood still, stunned into silence. Sukuna’s chest was heaving as he continued on.
“I’ve been going crazy trying to keep my fucking distance because I know I’ll ruin you. But you ruined me, now I can’t get you out of my head.”
“You…want me?” You inhaled sharply. That was unexpected.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It’s driving me insane.”
“Yeah, I find that hard to believe.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “I saw you earlier, you’ll fuck that woman if you haven’t seen me. Or have you done it already?”
“Don’t look at me like that, no I didn’t fuck her. I haven’t even touched any woman since you moved in with us. Fucking hell, even my body betrayed me because it wants only you.” He gripped the railing tightly, hands flexing at your sides like he was holding himself back from touching you.
The silence stretched between the two of you. The air was thick with tension and filled with something neither of you could dare describe.
“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he murmured, his voice rough, pleading. “And I’ll let you go.”
Your fists dropped on your side. You should lie. You should lie and say the words that would make him leave.
You should say it. That this was wrong, that you didn’t want to betray your best friend by going after his brother.
But you didn’t.
Because despite knowing better—you wanted him too.
All you could do was do was look up at him, eyes burning with the truth you couldn’t escape.
Gojo who fucks you in outrageous positions just to be petty.
(This is short as shit)
“O-oh fuck—“ Your nails dragged down his back. Your muscles aching but the pleasure was just too good.
“You can take it-, fuck, don’t run from it.” He had that annoyingly sexy grin on his face. Knowing damn well there was no possible way you could run from his cock.
He had you pressed against the wall, leg straight up, and ankle by his head, while you balanced on one foot and leaned against the wall. He’d called it the ‘lustful leg’.
Gojo had an arm wrapped around your thigh, and the other on your hip as he slammed in and out of you. This position, thank god for your flexibility, had him going so much deeper. Way too deep at first because you swore he was in your guts.
And that wasn’t just the only position. Because immediately after this bastard busts a load inside you, he is hoisting you up. The back of your thighs are flush against his chest, and his hands have a bruising grip on your ass as he once again bullies his cock inside you.
This wasn’t just sex. No this was a fucking work out. Suicides runs couldn’t wear you out as much as these damn positions.
“So, what if we try the ‘socket’?” Gojo looked at you with an eager grin but you just flipped him off.
Your body ached but at the same time felt so damn good. You finally let it melt into the mattress with a groan as your spine decompressed.
“What book did you buy?” You pulled your face out of the pillow and glared at him.
In this same study of my father’s, I found an introductory book on astronomy. I learned that the solar system was but a speck of dust occupying a tiny part of the universe, and I trembled at the implications of such things as a ‘light year.’ Even the clouds so far away in the sky were close by comparison. This discovery which I made in my childhood clouded my heart and has colored my view of things ever since.
Edogawa Ranpo, “My Love for the Printed Word” essay (1937) from The Edogawa Rampo Reader
I was frightened even by God. I could not believe in His love, only in His punishment. Faith. That, I felt, was the act of facing the tribunal of justice with one’s head bowed to receive the scourge of God. I could believe in hell, but it was impossible for me to believe in the existence of heaven.
the fact that akutagawa's last words have been haunting atsushi so much that he remembers to reference them back to akutagawa like that as he's being SLICED THROUGH is insane to me. he did truly grieve akutagawa back then, you can't change my mind
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