꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : normally once you get home from work, you and kuroo have a pretty set routine, but it’s always fun to catch him off guard.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, established relationship, oral (m!receiving), mentions of deepthroating, minor cum play, titty sucking is good for the soul, just something silly for this man — WC : 1.1k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, so here :3 dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ
work nights were pretty routine for you and kuroo. come home, make dinner, eat, talk about your day, clean up, watch whatever show you guys put on before getting ready for bed and laying in each others arms until your alarm went off the next morning.
but something about kuroo looked so fucking good tonight, you just couldn’t help it. the tv was playing but you weren't paying attention to it. at all. instead, your eyes trailed down his face, the divine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, all the while he was mindlessly watching whatever show you put on.
“tetsu.” you whisper in his ear from where you’re nestled into his side, his arm draping along the back of the couch. he only hums in response, squeezing your shoulder to show he heard you. “let me suck you off.”
“yeah—“ kuroo freezes, wide amber eyes looking over at you. “wait, what?”
“let me suck you off.” you reiterate, already pivoting your body so you can kneel before him. he doesn’t stop you, watching as your knees hit the ground, your palms eagerly running up his thighs. “please?”
“fuck,” kuroo ran his hand through his dark hair, disheveling it even more as he gazes down at you, immediately enchanted by your every move. “yeah, yeah, of course, baby.”
it was cute catching him off guard like this — normally he’d always be equipped with what to say, his wit overpowering yours with ease most times, leaving you a flustered mess. but today you won the battle, looking up at him through your lashes, his cheeks turning pink.
his adam’s apple bobs, jaw clenched as your fingers dip under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down. to your delight, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“what’s this?” you ask, tilting your head up at him. if he was blushing before it doesn’t compare to now. the look you’re giving him sends blood rushing down to his cock, twitching to life before you can even properly get your hands on him. “that’s kind of slutty of you, tetsu.”
the man only swallows, eager to see what you’ll do next. and you couldn’t resist, fingers running along his length, rubbing against it as he hardens under your touch.
“please.” kuroo breathes out, sucking in his breath as you finally close your hand around his thick girth.
“what do you want, tetsu?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you slowly start to flick your wrist, moving up and down his length.
kuroo shivers at the touch. what’s got him so sensitive tonight, you aren’t sure — but you want to take advantage of it.
“answer me, baby.” you squeeze the base of his cock, pulling a choked groan from his lips, his weepy tip already drooling for you.
“your mouth, i need your mouth.” he hisses out. you give him another squeeze. “please.”
kuroo shivered as the flat of your tongue ran up the side of his length in response, coating him in your saliva before rubbing his tip along your lips, his precum coating your lips like your favorite lipgloss.
he watches as you lick your lips, groaning as you make a show of how much you enjoy the savory taste of him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
without another moments hesitation, you engulf him in your mouth, loosening your jaw so you can take him in deeper.
kuroos palm rests on top of your head, not enough force to push you down any further, but enough to ground him, keeping him from thrusting up into your mouth.
“fuck—“ he breathes out in pleasure, head lolling on the back of the couch, half lidded eyes set on you as he watches his cock disappear in your mouth. “so good to me.”
you hum, the reverberations causing his eyes to roll back. doing what you can to make him squirm, relishing in the way his muscles ripple, abs tensing in pleasure, thighs trembling from how good your mouth feels around him.
your eyes flit up to his face, basking in his expression — mouth hung open, face flushed, half lidded eyes meeting yours. kuroo always looked so pretty when you looked up at him like this, in a world of pleasure that only you can bring him to.
it’s what he deserved after a long day of working so hard, after stressful meetings and dealing with snippy coworkers — he needed to relax.
“fuck, that’s it—“ kuroo lets out a shuddered moan.
you hold him in your mouth for a moment, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need against the slick of your tongue, nudging itself deeper to the back of your throat. groans spill from his lips and it just makes you want to work harder for him — spoil him, tease him, anything to make him feel good.
kuroos breaths become ragged, panting as you continue to bob your head up and down. you can almost feel his heart beat for you as you swallow his cock dow n your throat.
“i’m — !” kuroo’s fingers tense around your head, arching his back and trying to shove himself deeper, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. you let him, a few tears streaming down your face as you let him use your throat. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, cumming!”
he whines and writhes under your touch, not letting up an inch as he spills in your mouth with a loud groan of your name, fingers latching into your locks as he comes down from his high.
you pull apart slowly as you swallow, some of his cum dripping from the sides of your mouth. kuroo watches as you scoop it up with your finger, sliding back up into his lap and putting it in his mouth.
his tongue twirls around your finger before it retreats, quickly replaced with your lips. his palms find your backside, pulling you closer onto him as he kisses you deeper, moaning into your mouth.
“that mouth of yours…” kuroo whispers against your lips before stealing a few more kisses. “you gotta let me return the favor, sweetheart.”
“well if you insist.” you smirk a little, moving back to slide off your shirt, the one you stole from his drawer earlier. he looks up at you in awe, hands sliding up your sides and cupping your breasts.
“you know, i think i’m rubbing off on you.” he smirks right back at you, thumb brushing over your nipple. you gasp out, arching into him.
“you’re only saying that because i managed to catch you off guard for once.” you tease, words turning into moans as he sucks on your perked bud. after a moment, he relents.
“yeah, well. i hope you enjoyed it because it’s not going to happen again.” he kisses his way over to your other nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking lightly. “so like i said, let me return the favor.”
character in fight scene: *restrains the opponent by twisting their arm/s behind their back and pinning them to the wall chest first with their own chest pressing against the opponents back*
Character in fighting scene: *restrains opponents arms in a lock hold with their own, entangling their arms together forcing their bodies to be pressed together and faces in close proximity*
His voice sounds excited and cheerful while he stuffs another finger inside- three of them now pumping continuously in and out of your pussy. You nod, your whole body tensing as you clench involuntarily around his digits.
The first two orgasms have left your body overly sensitive- yet so pleasurably exhausted. Noya is relentless as he keeps on licking and sucking on your pussy, making sure to lap up every drop off your folds that you spill. "You taste so good," he groans, his lips still attached to your clit, his fingers curling eagerly when he feels you clenching around him.
"Slow down-" you whine, your legs caging his head and trying to stop his movements, a futile attempt though. "I know you can give me one more. Just one more, baby." He doesn't even take breaks to breathe, his need for oxygen basically forgotten as he keeps on eating you out, your whines seemingly only spurring him on. Noya expertly moves his tongue along your slit, slowing down a bit occasionally when he feels you tensing up too much and speeding up when he hears you gasping for air. The sensation turns more pleasurable and intense as he keeps on feasting on you, the tip of his tongue flicking your nub just enough to send wave after wave of pleasure through your body, and you soon find yourself grinding against his face, your legs now trying to prevent him from moving back.
"You like that?" he rasps against you, the movements of his lips vibrating though your body as his fingers pump in and out of you, his middle finger grazing your sensitive spot every now and then. "Hmm, 'm too sensitive- but, yes, keep going, please-" your hands grasp his brown strands desperately, torn between wanting more and feeling so sensitive to every single of his touches. He complies when he hears you begging, his saliva and your arousal coating his chin while he licks you, his groans and moans vibrating deeply against your body. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, the sensation almost bordering pain after you came so many times already, but it feels so good.
He picks up his pace, his fingers pumping faster inside of you, filling you up so, so good, making your eyes roll back and your head fall back into the pillow. "That's it, baby, let go for me, give me everything-" he barely parts from your body, making sure to keep on giving you more and more of his tongue and his fingers, and you find yourself giving in again, your body arching into his face as you reach your high. The sensitivity makes you feel like your body is overflowing with pleasure, all your mind can focus on is how good he makes you feel. He groans when he feels you clenching around his fingers, eagerly doing his best to extend your orgasm and keeping his ministrations just right to have you screaming his name.
You writhe underneath his tongue, barely able to form coherent words, and when you stop shaking, only then does he slow down his movements, slowly pulling his fingers out of your pulsing cunt and giving your folds one long last lick before he pulls away. His smile never leaves his face as he presses a kiss against your lips, and you slowly realize what his intentions are.
"You said one more- I don't think I can cum again," you protest weakly, your walls still clenching in the aftershocks of the orgasm.
"Shh, let me take care of you, okay?" his lips find yours again, and you find yourself giving in, allowing him to lay your body back to the bed and to cover your body with his. He always knows how to make you feel good, how to draw orgasm after orgasm out of your sensitive body, a skill that he has perfected ever since you both started dating, easily adapting to all of your needs. Your hands roam along his back, feeling the muscles and soft skin under your fingers while you deeply inhale his fresh and ocean-like smell. A gasp leaves your lips when he lines his cock up at your entrance, pushing it in without further warning. You're so sensitive, you whine at the stretch, at the sudden feeling of having his cock inside. His lips quickly find yours and swallow your whimpers while you cling onto his shoulders and wiggle your hips underneath him.
His cock hits just the right spots, your body feeling so overly sensitive that you don't think you can come anymore, yet it still feels so good, feels so good to have him inside of you, to have him fuck you like you need it. He's rock hard, hard ever since he started to eat you out, you're sure that he's sensitive too at this point. "Feels so good, love you so much," he moans, his gaze hazy while he feverishly kisses you, and a shiver runs down your spine while he keeps on kissing you messily, your own taste now on your tongue when he pushes it inside your mouth. You return the kiss just as eagerly, your nails raking along his back, and you whine when you feel how the pleasure slowly builds up. "Gonna cum, baby, want you to cum for me too, just one more time," he groans the words between the messy kisses you share, your body feeling like you're on fire while he slowly fucks you to another orgasm, his cock just hitting all the right spots and making you see stars, and the second he feels you cum, he's following you suit. You barely notice the way he bites into your shoulder, your body almost feeling like you'll pass out from the pleasure.
"Oh, baby-" he whispers against your skin, kissing the bruise on your shoulder softly and making you feel lightheaded. Your walls clench around him, miking everything out of his cock until he collapses on top of you his breath now deep and erratic.
You bring your hand to the back of his head, slowly massaging his scalp and he hums contently as response at the sweet gesture. His cock is slowly softening inside of you, almost slipping out of you, but you're still feeling so full of him with all his cum inside. A few moments pass like this, while you still try to calm down your body after having felt so so much, until his voice suddenly breaks the silence.
"Y/n?"
"Hmm?" you weakly hum, your hand still buried in his hair and massaging his scalp while he turns his head to kiss your neck.
"Another one?" Your jaw drops and you try to wiggle away from him when you feel his cock harden slowly inside of you.
the thing about kageyama is that he was never mean. and the show works really hard to make it clear that he was never malicious or mean spirited. and so he doesn’t have to have a redemption arc, his character arc becomes centered around understanding, trust, and love. he isn’t learning how to be kind, he’s always been kind. he is learning how to see other people and learning how to know other people. he always loved volleyball but now he loves his team. and he really really loves hinata
Aeschylus, The Oresteia / Anne Carson, H of H Playbook / Hadestown, Road to Hell (Reprise) / John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van / Richard Siken, The Worm King’s Lullaby
Aside from all my complaining about the tragedy of JJK, I do want to say that Gege is absolutely incredible when it comes to constructing parallels between characters and their relationships. There’s Itadori and Geto down to the ingestion of curses/cursed items in order to gain their power, wanting to be the hero in a story that prevents them from doing so (i.e. wanting so badly to do good but their power is inherently destructive, causing them to unravel), and Gojo and Fushiguro are also a given, with their narratives deconstructing the typical trope of the “chosen one”.
[id: it’s two screenshot of jujutsu kaisen panels, the first of Sukuna grabbing his neck as Itadori takes his body back, and the second of Kenjaku grabbing his neck as Geto tries to take his body back. /end id]
[id: it’s a screenshot of Gojo and Fushiguro from jujutsu kaisen when they’re first meeting. Megumi is young, about six years old, and Gojo is his eighteen-year-old self with his hair down and sunglasses on his nose. /end id]
But then you look further and you get stuff like Getou and Nanami, who were both heavily impacted by the death of a close, mutual friend, and how they dealt with that. They both stray off their paths, but their response to their disillusionment is vastly different: Geto fully plunges into a delusional quest for justice (finding the twins was just the final straw that he needed) whereas Nanami does the opposite and runs away. And then there’s Toji vs Maki, where they’re both scorned despite their immense power and considered outcasts. Toji had something to hold him back from killing the entirety of the Zen’in clan (Megumi) but Maki had lost hers (her heart had been taken from her, after all).
[id: it’s two screenshots of the jujutsu kaisen manga. The first is of the panels where Maki and Toji are drawn in the same stances, and the second is of Naoya asking Maki whether she has a human heart, to which she replies “No… it was taken from me.” /end id]
There’s so much to unpack even down to the framework of the relationships that Gege sets up, like Satosugu versus Itafushi, and how it’s set up to a point where Fushiguro will likely be the one to either a) kill Itadori, or b) break the cycle that started with Geto and Gojo. You can even look at Nanami and Haibara vs Nanami and Itadori, and how Itadori is almost a reflection of Haibara, at least through the eyes of Nanami, and how Haibara’s death influenced how Nanami treated Itadori. I could ramble for ages about this, but honestly, the bottom line is it’s actually really impressive, especially for a shonen manga where the genre doesn’t typically focus on that sort of thing.
I can't stop thinking about a fifteen-year-old abandoned teenager who spends half the day at school and regularly visits his grandfather, from whom you can't get a word of affection.
I think about a very independent boy who has to do all the housework, washing, cleaning, cooking, doing homework, because there is no one else to take care of him. I think about how lonely he is, even though he looks so bright and funny outwardly. I think about how attentive and kind he is to others, and loneliness has not hardened him.
I think about how he, in turn, simply and naturally treats his loneliness without dramatizing, although there is no one nearby, and it can be too quiet sometimes.
I think that he got used to pretend, to wear a mask and smile. I think about a strong, persistent boy, who has no time to concern about himself with his heart full of sympathy and compassion to others.
And you literally learn all this from the first pages of the manga.
I love the subtlety in the way Akutami shows Megumi’s character development in this arc, culminating to Megumi’s resolve here — how he finally sheds his earlier frantic desperation (fuelled by Tsumiki’s approaching participation deadline), and his calm acceptance of what he needs to do to survive this ordeal so that he finally return to his friends/family’s side. To continue protecting those he wants to keep safe (Tsumiki, from having to participate in active killing, and also Yuuji, by giving him a reason to live/keep moving forward despite the atrocities Sukuna had committed while unsurpressed in Shibuya).
I also really love Megumi’s line “俺はただ全力で降りかかる火の粉を払えばいい” when he reaches this moment of clarity. Even though this chapter marks the first time he’s killed on-screen and taken a human life (as opposed to exorcising a cursed spirit), there is no ‘madness’ in him despite how methodically ruthless he was when he begins fighting off Reggie’s men. There is still a clear brightness, a sharpness in his gaze, much like Yuuji’s in the previous chapter — showing Megumi’s sudden clarity of thought/conscience, and perhaps still, of his child-like desire to ‘save unequally’, and then to return to the side of the people he cares about (the one thing that truly matters to him).
The narrative and his thoughts are not framed as a spiralling ‘madness’ either. Instead, he thinks “What am I doing?” and then “Don’t lose your head; Trust in the others” — as if to pull himself out of the adrenaline rush of a fierce battle; to find his centre again and re-compose himself so that he doesn’t lose himself completely to his own emotional turmoil and impulsive desperation.
It’s also interesting how Akutami has Megumi’s line reference this particular proverb; in its original context, it’s to describe something that’s done as protection and/or in self-defense—literally, waving off the sparks before they land on you and burn you. The sparks are metaphoric of any possible obstacles, hardships and difficulties that one might encounter, akin to weathering through a storm of fire (or in Megumi’s case now, it’s the explosive bombs from Reggie’s men).
AND THIS. This is the thing that gives Megumi hope and makes him strengthen his resolve, that encourages him to fight back seriously when he’d been feeling overwhelmed before by the odds against him. Knowing that Yuuji had managed to win Higuruma’s help to add the new rule to the Culling Game; that Megumi can always trust Yuuji to keep his promise to “save” him (and in turn, to help save Tsumiki); that Yuuji has his back and will do his utmost best to come through for him so they’ll survive this together… hence THAT SMILE… hhprhdjskfjv Megumi is sO SOFT for Yuuji and I have Feels….
Hi! I love your blog and all of your meta post, they are so amazing!!!💕 in your post about sukuna and megumi and mentioned gay subtext in the phrase “misetekureta na” :0 can you explain?
Mwahahahaha can I? Of course I can!!
I lost track of the original post so I’ll explain it directly.
The first time is on their first fight, when Megumi is going to summon Makora, the second one is during Shibuya when Sukuna is fighting Makora. The kanji that he used on both instances are the same.
魅せてみろ is usually translated as “show me what you got” just like above, but more literal translation is “try to fascinate me!”. Rather than simple objective “show me” (which usually written as 見せて but has the same reading “misete”) 魅せて is more on the line of showing one’s appeal, in trying to attract the opposite side.
So yeah, when Sukuna says 魅せてくれた in Shibuya, it more literally means “you’ve fascinated me”.
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