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RYOMEN SUKUNA
Marked & Claimed:: A King's Lesson - After a bratty prank text to your boyfriend Sukuna about him leaving you unsatisfied, he demonstrates why you are anything but... ::READ
The King's Pink Penance:: When a seemingly simple laundry mix-up turns Sukuna’s prized white kimono a sickeningly sweet shade of pink, the King of Curses is less than amused. The King demands a price for carelessness, and you are ready to pay the debt in full. ::READ
Drunken Confessions:: What happens when you drunkenly confess your love to Sukuna, telling him you wish to be his, all before passing out. When you wake up the next morning, Sukuna is still there waiting for you, waiting to claim you fully. ::READ
TOJI FUSHIGURO
The Five Star Debt:: You send a bratty prank text to your boyfriend Toji about how he left you unsatisfied the night before. Toji....enthusiastically disagrees. ::READ
Drunken Confessions:: What happens when you drunkenly confess to Toji Fushiguro that you are in love with him and have been for a while? ::READ
SATORU GOJO
Drunken Confessions:: What happens when Satoru Gojo comes to pick you up from the bar you are at with your friends, you are drunk and he is worried. While helping you get back to your apartment, you drunkenly confess that you love him. ::READ
Quality Control:: One day, you decide to have some fun by teasing Satoru a little. You text him a customer complaint stating that you were left unsatisfied by him last night, and you wish to file a complaint about his services. ::READ
Cold Feet:: What happens when you stick your cold feet on your boyfriend while the two of you are relaxing together. ::READ
KENTO NANAMI
Cold Feet:: What happens when you stick your cold feet on your boyfriend while the two of you are relaxing together. ::READ
Drunken Confessions:: What happens when you show up late at night at Kento Nanami’s door, completely drunk, and confess you are in love with him? ::READ
Service Agreement:: One day, you decide to have some fun by teasing Kento a little. You text him a customer complaint stating that you were left unsatisfied by him last night, and you wish to file a complaint about his services. ::READ
SUGURU GETO
Cold Feet:: What happens when you stick your cold feet on your boyfriend while the two of you are relaxing together. ::READ
Drunken Confessions:: What happens when you drunkenly confess to your friend Suguru Geto that you are in love with him and have been for a while? ::READ
HAJIME KASHIMO
Alls Fair in Love & Dumplings:: What begins as a playful domestic squabble over the last pork dumpling quickly spirals into a high-heat battle of wills between Hajime and you. After losing a literal wrestling match for the last pork dumpling, you bite Hajime in frustration leaving a mark. READ
CHOSO KAMO
A Sweet Kind of Worship:: What begins as a playful bite during movie night to Choso’s chest quickly turns into a dangerous consequence of teasing a man who adores you. READ
Jujutsu Kaisen | Short Scenes
Good Boy Set:: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Acting like them for the day:: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Morning Sickness:: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Stealing from them on a dare:: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Giving them attitude all day:: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Biting them and leaving a mark:: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Synopsis / What starts as a simple distraction from a dull film quickly spirals into an evening of raw intensity and deep-seated longing. As the movie plays to an empty room, Choso is determined to show you that while he views you as something sacred, his hunger for you is anything but holy.
Choso is ready to prove that you are his—and that he has no intention of ever letting you go.
POV / You and your boyfriend, Choso Kamo, been dating for the past two years and live together. What begins as a playful bite during movie night to Choso's chest quickly turns into a dangerous consequence of teasing a man who adores you.
18+ only, read at your own risk. This work contains heavy smut, sexual situations, and is not suitable for anyone underage. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
I hope you enjoy!
2.9K word count.
You were supposed to be watching a movie, but the plot had lost you twenty minutes ago. Tucked firmly under Choso’s arm, your head resting against the solid warmth of his chest, you were struggling to pay attention. You shifted slightly—not to see the screen, but to look up at him.
Choso was focused, his dark eyes tracking the movement on the screen with that intense gravity he brought to everything. He looked peaceful, and the sight sparked a sudden, overwhelming surge of affection in your chest. Unable to help yourself, you pressed your face into the soft cotton of his shirt, wiggling even closer. His arm tightened instinctively around your shoulder, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. “Is something wrong, love?”
You huffed, a soft and frustrated sound, against his skin. Then, without a word of warning, you sank your teeth into the firm muscle of his chest, right through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Choso let out a strangled groan, his entire body going rigid. He looked down, his hand stalling in your hair, his eyes wide with a mix of genuine confusion and a sudden, dark intensity. “You are... biting me?”
You didn't answer immediately, simply grinding your teeth gently against him, marking him as yours. When you finally looked up, you saw the heat climbing his neck, staining his skin. “I am.”
His fingers, which had been gently stroking your hair, knotted into the strands, tilting your head back so he could see the mischief dancing in your eyes. “You’re teasing me?”
“A little,” you admitted, the words catching in your throat as his gaze darkened.
In one fluid motion, Choso shifted. His legs tangled with yours as he rolled, maneuvering you until you were pinned between the sofa cushions and the heavy weight of his chest. Pressing his forehead against yours, he took a shaky breath. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Reaching up, your fingers tangled in the loose strands of his dark hair, pulling him closer as a soft laugh fell from your lips. “You’re going to miss the movie, Choso.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes clouded with a heady mix of adoration and pure, unadulterated want. “I don't care about the movie,” he rasped, his gaze dropping to your mouth. “I haven't cared about anything else in the room since you moved.” He didn't wait for a response. He leaned in, kissing you with a desperate, crushing sweetness that stole the very air from your lungs.
Choso broke the kiss when you grasped the hem of his shirt, tugging on it. He sat up, shrugging out of the shirt, letting it drop to the floor. You straddled his lap, reaching for the hem of your own shirt, one of his you'd stolen, and pulled it over your head, tossing it somewhere behind the couch.
His breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound, hands on your hips tightening as the tops of his ears turned pink. "You're not...," you could see his throat move when he swallowed. "You're not wearing a bra."
"I'm not," you whispered, smiling softly at him. His gaze was fixed on you, dark and heavy with a reverence that made your heart skip. He still looked at you like you were something sacred, something he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch, despite being together for two years.
"If I had known that, I would have stopped paying attention to the movie a lot sooner." Choso took a shuddering breath, his large, calloused palms sliding slowly up your ribs. "You are so beautiful it hurts," he breathed, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breast.
His words and his touch, wrung a soft, needy sound from your throat. That sound had Choso's eyes snapping up to your face, his pupils widening, consuming the color until there was only a thin outer band remaining.
Sliding your hands from his shoulders down to his chest, you raked your nails lightly across his skin and shifted your hips, grinding down against his considerable length.
Choso's head fell back, a guttural groan vibrating in his chest as his hands grabbed your hips again, his fingers trembling as they dug into your skin. When he spoke, his voice was rough and strained. "If you keep doing that, love, I am not going to be able to control myself."
A wicked edge crept into your smile and you rolled your hips against him again, savoring the way his hands tightened on your skin and the dark heat that was burning in his gaze. "Then don't."
Those two words fell from your lips and Choso’s restraint slipped. Threading his hand into your hair, he pulled you down to meet his lips, the sweetness from before replaced by a raw, hungry desperation. Claiming your mouth with a kiss that tasted of devotion and need.
A sharp gasp escaped you as his other hand drifted upwards, palming your breast, dragging his thumb over your peaked nipple. Choso groaned into the kiss, his hips rutting upward, instinctively seeking friction.
Trailing kisses from your jaw, down the column of your neck, to your chest, he bent his head and rolled his tongue over your nipple before suckling it into his mouth. Electricity arced down your spine, pooling heat low in your core that began throbbing with need. Letting out a broken whimper, your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.
He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, his teeth grazing you with just enough pressure to make your toes curl, before he switched his attention to the other side. "Choso...please" you mewled, your voice barely making a sound.
"I've got you," he murmured, hooking his arms under your thighs and standing up from the couch without ever breaking eye contact. "I've always got you. You are mine and I am never letting you go."
The walk to the bedroom had never seemed so long. With every step he took, your nipples shifted against the skin of his chest making your core throb.
Lowering you onto the edge of the mattress, Choso’s trembling hands moved to the waistband of your shorts. You leaned back on your hands, lifting your hips to help him slide your shorts and underwear down your legs. His eyes tracked every newly exposed inch of skin as if he were memorizing your body.
He dropped to his knees in front of you and slid his hands behind your knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed and hooked your legs over his shoulders. Shifting his grip, Choso's fingers dimpled the flesh of your thighs as he held your legs open, exposing you completely to his gaze.
His eyes were almost black now, but he didn’t rush. He never did. Choso began pressing a trail of soft open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thigh, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. You shivered when he grazed the sensitive skin with his teeth, working his way higher, closer to your wet heat..
Choso paused, looking up at you from his knees, his face framed by your thighs. Keeping his eyes locked onto yours he lowered his head and swept his tongue from the bottom of your heat, up through your wet folds to the apex of your thighs. At the first touch of his tongue, your hands twisted in the sheets, a broken whimper escaping from your throat.
Choso groaned at your taste, the sound somewhere between a growl and a prayer. "So sweet," he almost whimpered, lapping at your slick. "You always taste so sweet, so fucking good." He buried his face in between your thighs, worshipping you, his tongue teasing and swirling over your clit, before plunging into you, drinking your arousal.
"Choso...ah...please" you cried, your head falling back against the mattress, your vision blurring with tears. Your breath came in sharp, hitching gasps, every flick of his tongue had you unraveling, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
Threading your fingers through his dark hair, you tugged, hips bucking up. Choso let out a muffled groan, moving one of his hands from your thigh to your waist, holding you, while simultaneously sliding two fingers deep inside your heat.
Your back arched off the bed, the grip you had on his hair tightening, with the sensation. He didn't slow down. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting that sweet spot on your inner walls as he latched his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth in pulses.
You shattered. Your thighs clamped around his head, heels digging into his shoulders as your climax hit like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your internal muscles clenching tightly around his fingers, but he didn’t stop.
A loud moan from Choso vibrated against your core, his tongue fucking into you, lapping up your release. “Again, baby. Please, you can give me another one,” he begged, drunk off your pussy, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit.
Overstimulated, your body twitched, legs squeezing around his head again. Whining, you halfheartedly tried to pull yourself away, but Choso’s hands clamped down on your hips, holding you still, so he could lick another stripe up between your folds.
“Ch…Choso…fuck…s’too…hngh…too much,” you sobbed, feeling the tension in your stomach already coiling tighter and tighter. Choso’s eyes flicked up to your face, but he knew your body better than anyone. He knew exactly how far he could push you, how much you could take and he knew you were already on the edge again. It might have been a little selfish of him, yes, but he loved the taste of you on his tongue, it was something he could never get enough of.
He flicked his tongue over your clit one last time, before pulling it into his mouth, sucking hard, as he pushed two fingers back in, curling them and pressing into that spongy spot that had your vision blurring. Your hips bucked up against his face, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, and the tension snapped.
Screaming his name, lights exploded behind your eyes as your second orgasm crashed through you. You squirted all over Choso’s hand, soaking the blanket beneath you. Choso stayed on his knees, a mix of groans and whimpers cascading from him as he drank in every drop of sweetness until your tremors began to fade.
You collapsed back, breathless and panting, limbs twitching every time Choso gently lapped at your slit. When he finally pulled back, his hair was a mess, lips swollen and glistening, but his eyes shone with a mix of pride and possessive hunger.
Rising slowly to his feet, Choso brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, his eyes locked with yours, before he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Dropping your eyes, you watched Choso wrap his hand around the thick shaft of his cock. Stroking the hard length from the base to a head that was a pretty, dark pink color and weeping; beads of pre-cum welling up to slide down his shaft.
Saliva filled your mouth. Before he could react, you sat up, covered his hand with yours and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, digging the tip of your tongue into the slit. Choso’s taste filled your mouth, a sweet musk with just a hint of bitterness at the end.
Choso’s breath caught in his throat, his free hand tangling in the hair on top of your head. A low, ragged moan fell from his lips, followed by a breathy whimper when you swirled your tongue around the head. “Please, love. I need to be inside you. I need to feel you around me before I lose my mind.”
Flicking your tongue against his tip once more, you pulled off him, smiling up at him through your lashes. Scooting away from the edge, you laid back on the bed, legs falling open in an effortless invitation, still slick and glistening from earlier . Choso didn’t waste a second.
Crawling over to you, he moved between your thighs, bracing his weight on his forearms and guided the flushed head of his cock to your entrance. Rubbing the head through your slick, he let out a choked, needy sound and pushed.
He buried himself to the hilt in one long, smooth thrust that forced a jagged gasp from your throat. He was thick enough to stretch you to your absolute limit. “Ah…fuck…you’re so tight,” he groaned out, a sharp inhale hissing past his teeth as the walls of your pussy clenched instinctively around him.
Pressing his forehead to yours, Choso stayed there for a long moment, his entire body trembling with the effort of not moving. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you crossed your ankles and pulled him deeper. The last thread of his control snapped.
With a growl, he withdrew until he was almost out, only to thrust back in, his pace quickly turning hungry and frantic, hips slamming against yours with the wet slaps of skin on skin. Choso wasn’t just fucking you; he was worshipping the way your body felt wrapped around him, the glide of your skin on his, with a need that bordered on agony. “You’re so…hngh…wet f’me. So…ha….so perfect.”
His hands slid under your lower back, tilting your pelvis off the mattress to meet his heavy thrusts. The new angle had your back arching up into him as the swollen vein wrapped around his cock slid against your walls deliciously, hitting that sensitive spongy spot with every single drive into you.
“Ngh….Cho…so….ha…please,” you panted, head thrashing back against the mattress.
Choso’s eyes were glued to the point your bodies merged, watching how your pussy swallowed every considerable inch of him. “Good…hngh…girl,” he praised, targeting that sensitive spot until your toes curled into the mattress. “So fucking…ha…perfect. Look a…at how well you’re…ah…taking me.”
Your breath came in short, high-pitched hitched sobs as the coil inside you began to tighten once more. “Choso…s’close…please…,” you choked out, your hands clawing at his back, leaving faint red lines across his skin.
Interlacing his fingers with yours, he pinned your arms above your head as he set a punishing rhythm, his movements becoming erratic, his breath coming in ragged, “I've… got you... I've g… fuck… got you,” he whimpered against your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone as the blunt head of his cock kissed your cervix each time he bottomed out.
A messy symphony of your combined breathing and cries filled the room. The world had narrowed down to nothing but the friction, the heat, and the overwhelming feeling of him inside of you. “Look at me,” he breathed, his voice a gravelly whisper of heat and need. You forced your heavy eyelids open to meet his gaze, his eyes blown wide and hazy with pleasure. “You’re so…ah… beautiful like this.”
You couldn't find the words to respond, only a broken sob of his name as the coil inside you tightened once more, then snapped with a violent, toe-curling intensity. You screamed his name, your voice breaking into a high, keening wail as your third climax shattered you. Your vision went white as your internal walls clamped down on him in a pulsing vice, milking him desperately. The sensation was his undoing.
With a loud, wrecked groan, Choso buried himself as deep as he could go, his body locking up, muscles roping under his skin as he found his release. Your name was a prayer on his lips, repeated over and over as he bucked once, twice, his face buried in the crook of your neck, letting out a series of broken, needy whimper-groans. Ropes of his cum filled you, pulse after heavy pulse, painting your insides white until it overflowed, spilling out around the base of his cock.
Choso remained buried inside of you for a long moment, his head still tucked against your neck, a comforting pressure that kept you grounded while your pulse slowly settled. You could feel him pressing soft, tender kisses to your neck.
When he finally pulled away, he did so gently, a soft whine escaping you at the loss of contact. Choso paused, his eyes finding yours. “"Are you alright?” he murmured, his hand, still slightly shaky, hovered over your skin. “I didn't... I wasn't too rough, was I?”
Smiling sleepily, you shook your head, and reached for him. “No, it was perfect, Choso.”
A faint pink color settled in his cheeks and tips of his ears, even as a lopsided grin spread across his lips. Choso gathered you into his arms, tucked your head under his chin and pulled the comforter over both of your cooling bodies, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head or temple, every few seconds.
You could feel his heart slowing down under your cheek, a steady beat that acted as a lullaby. He stayed there, tracing idle patterns over your skin and whispering praise until your eyes grew heavy, ensuring that the last thing you felt before drifting off was the absolute safety of his embrace.
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SHORT SCENE / Biting them hard enough to leave a mark...how does your JJK boyfriend react? / Part 3
POV / The two of you have been dating for the past two years and live together. One day you playfully bite them for the first time, hard enough to leave a mark and it turns them on.
PAIRINGS / yuta okkotsu::hiromi higuruma::takuma ino::toge inumaki::kenji harkari::aoi todo x (f)girlfriend reader
AUTHOR NOTES / The cinnamon roll group! Kinda, Kinji and Hiromi skewed it a little, but still, these boys are always so sweet/respectful in my mind, even when they are spicy. Enjoy!
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Synopsis / When Hajime snatches the last pork dumpling right out from under your fingertips, he thinks he’s won the night. He’s faster, stronger, and more than happy to gloat from his position of power. But he underestimates just how far you are willing to go to even the score. One defiant bite to his forearm changes the game entirely, snapping the thread of playful teasing and replacing it with a hunger that has nothing to do with food.
Now, the living room floor is a battlefield of a different kind.
POV / You and your boyfriend, Hajime Kashimo, been dating for the past two years and live together. What begins as a playful domestic squabble over the last pork dumpling quickly spirals into a high-heat battle of wills between Hajime and you. After losing a literal wrestling match for the last pork dumpling, you bite Hajime in frustration leaving a mark.
Content Warnings/Trigger Warnings (TW): Explicit Sexual Content :: Rough/Aggressive Intimacy :: Praise & Degradation Play::Marking :: Consensual Sex :: Power Dynamics :: Overstimulation :: Language/Dirty Talk :: Biting/Pain :: Oral (f & m receiving) :: Primal Play.
18+ only, read at your own risk. This work contains heavy smut, sexual situations, and is not suitable for anyone underage. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
I hope you enjoy!
1.1K word count.
The light from the television flickered across the living room as some B-rated action flick—the kind that had been done a hundred times—played on the screen. Mostly empty containers and napkins littered the floor in front of you and Hajime, the remnants of the shared dinner you had just finished. Glancing over the plastic trays, your eyes snagged on the last pork dumpling. You reached for it, but Hajime was faster; his hand shot out to snatch the prize just inches from your fingertips. “That’s mine! I called dibs.”
Hajime let out a sharp, raspy bark of laughter. He leaned back on one hand, holding the dumpling high above his head like a trophy. “Funny. It’s in my hand, so I don’t see how it's yours. You should have been faster.”
“The hell I should've," you huffed, glaring daggers at your boyfriend.
Hajime gave you a sharp, predatory grin, his blue eyes sparking with mischief as he leaned further back to keep the dumpling out of your reach. “Come and get it, then.”
You didn't hesitate. Lunging across the rug, you tackled him with your full weight. Hajime let out a grunt as his back hit the floor, but he didn't drop the prize. Using his height advantage to keep his arm extended, he waved the dumpling just out of reach while his other arm wrapped around your waist, crushing you against him to prevent you from reaching it. Laughing, you tried to scramble over him, grabbing for his wrist, but he was too strong. “Give it here!”
“You're going to have to fight harder than that,” he teased, his voice dropping into that low, mocking tone he used when he was truly enjoying himself. You redoubled your efforts, your knees digging into the carpet as you bucked against the arm holding you, trying to shove it off. But Hajime just tightened his hold on your waist and rolled, pinning you underneath him.
Hajime’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle as he looked down at you. Lifting his hand, he dangled the dumpling right in front of your face, taunting you blatantly. Frustrated and fueled by competitiveness, you lunged upward and sank your teeth into the skin of his forearm, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
The dumpling slipped from his fingers, forgotten, landing uselessly on the carpet beside you—but Hajime didn’t flinch. He didn’t even pull away. His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating until the icy blue was nearly swallowed up by that singular, focused hunger you’d come to know so well. He brought his hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb dragging your bottom lip down just enough to reveal your teeth. “Most people would have backed off, but you… you just keep coming back for more.”
He shifted, wedging his knee between yours to keep you completely pinned. His other hand tangled firmly in your hair, tilting your head back to expose the line of your throat. “I don't think you understand, baby,” he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, “what happens when you start a fight you aren't prepared to finish.” With a possessive growl, he claimed your lips in a kiss that tasted like a challenge you were more than willing to accept.
Breaking the kiss, Hajime pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. Pulling back just an inch, his heavy-lidded gaze searching yours, looking for even a flicker of hesitation. You tangled your hands into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him back down, feeling the weight of his body pressing on you. “Who said I wasn’t prepared?” You whispered before dragging your tongue over his bottom lip.
Hajime’s eyes went molten as he shifted his hips, grinding the heavy length of his cock against you deliberately, the friction eliciting a soft, needy sound from your lips. “Good. Because I want to feel you coming apart under me, hear you beg until you’re too breathless to do anything but say my name.”
Sitting back on his heels, he pulled you up with him and gripped the hem of your shirt. With one smooth motion, he pulled it up and over your head, discarding it onto the floor, before his hands moved across your back, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside as well. His eyes skimmed down your body, devouring every inch of bared skin as his smirk widened into something sinfully dangerous.
Pulling his own shirt over his head, he caught your mouth again, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. Pressing you back down to the floor, Hajime let his weight settle between your thighs, the heat of his bare chest searing against your skin.
Calloused hands mapped your body with a feverish intensity that made your skin prickle. A soft moan fell from your lips when he gently brushed his thumb over a peaked nipple before rolling the bud between his fingers. He broke the kiss to trail a line of biting nips down the column of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point.
Reaching your breast, Hajime flicked the tip of his tongue over your nipple before drawing it into his mouth, pulling a jagged gasp from your lungs as he began to suckle. “Still want that dumpling?” he growled against your skin.
“Shut up,” you breathed, arching your back to press yourself harder into his mouth, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
Hajime chuckled, the sound dark and vibrating, before swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, his teeth grazing the underside of the curve before he moved to the other, treating it with the same ruthless hunger.
He shifted, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. With a sharp tug, he stripped the soft fabric away, taking your underwear with it. He didn't waste time with finesse, moving between your thighs, his calloused hands immediately found the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, opening you completely to his gaze.
Watching his face, you saw the almost reverent expression in his eyes as they darkened, the pupils almost swallowing the blue of his iris completely. As soon as his palm met the heat between your thighs, your eyes rolled back.
He slid two fingers inside you, finding you already slick and aching for him, he let out a low, guttural sound of approval. “You’re soaking for me,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto where he was working his fingers inside you as he pulled them free, watching the gossamer strands of your slick string between his fingers, going taut before they snapped. Slipping his fingers into his mouth, Hajime groaned, his tongue swiping over his knuckles, licking them clean of your arousal. “Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good.”
Hooking your knees over his shoulders, Hajime settled between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with a bruising strength that anchored you to the floor. “Stay still,” he commanded, the heat from his breath ghosting over your pussy, seconds before his mouth made contact.
The first brush of his tongue was a deliberate, agonizingly slow stroke from the base of your heat to the very top. You let out a shattered gasp, your hips bucking instinctively. The grip he had on your hips tightened, holding you down as he buried his face in your cunt. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure racing to the base of your spine.
Flattening his tongue out, Hajime dragged it up through your wet folds, moaning at the taste of your arousal. Reaching the top he slowed down, his tongue swirling in agonizingly slow circles around your clit, teasing you until you were sobbing for the release. “Hajime…hah…please,” you whimpered, your fingers scratching blindly at your sides for purchase on the rug.
He ignored your plea, instead sliding two fingers back inside you, mimicking the frantic pace of his tongue. The combination was lethal. Every time his tongue flicked against your clit, his fingers drove into you.
Increasing the pace, he curled his fingers, rubbing over that spongy sweet spot while he sucked your clit into his mouth in a deep, pulsing rhythm, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud over and over.
“Hajime…hngh” you choked out, your fingers lacing into his hair, tugging desperately. “I…fu…fuck…don’t…stop.” He was relentless, pushing you higher and higher until your vision blurred and your thighs began to tremble uncontrollably against his shoulders.
Your back arched off the floor, a sharp, broken cry tore from your throat as your climax crashed over you, pulling you under. Hajime held you through it, his tongue catching every drop of your release, his eyes fixed on your face as you came apart in his hands.
As the tremors began to fade, he crawled up your body, a smug grin on his lips. Catching your jaw in his hand, he turned your head to meet his blown-out gaze. “I think round one goes to me.”
“Fuck you,” you breathed, voice shaky as you came down from your high.
Hajime’s grin widened, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweatpants, he quickly pulled them down and kicked them away. “Still so mouthy,” he whispered against your lips. He kissed you then, his tongue demanded entry as he guided himself against your entrance, rubbing the broad, blunt head of his cock through the slick heat he’d just tasted. The same taste he was now smearing across your mouth as his tongue intertwined with yours. “Will you still have so much fight when you’re taking my cock?”
He didn't wait for a response. He surged forward, burying himself inside you in one thrust that bottomed out deep against your cervix. You let out a strangled cry, your legs pushing off the floor, arching your back instinctively as you adjusted to the staggering fullness of him.
Hajime groaned, his neck muscles straining as he fought for control, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he let out a ragged, shaky breath. “Fuck, you're so tight,” he hissed, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your shoulder. “Like you were fucking made for me.”
His hands slid up to pin your wrists above your head, his fingers interlacing with yours, grounding you as he began to move, his pace frantic and raw from the start. Every thrust was deep, his hips slamming against yours with enough force to lift you off the floor.
“Hajime…ha….fu…fuck, Hajime” You gasped, your head tossing back against the floor. The world narrowed down to the friction between your bodies, the sound of skin meeting skin and your shared breath.
Hajime let out a low, shuddering breath, his forehead dropping against yours as he felt your walls pulse around him. “You feel so damn good, baby. Taking every inch of me.”
The carpet burned against your back, but you couldn't care less; you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind him to pull him deeper. The shift in angle made Hajime groan, his expression fracturing. Every ounce of his smug confidence dissolved into a mask of desperate need. His thrusts became faster, his breath hitching in his chest. “I'm going to... damn it, you're wrecking me.”
You were drowning in him. Every thrust was punishingly deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, sending white-hot lightning through your body that made your toes curl and your head light. It was too much. Tension coiled tight in your gut, tears ran from the corner of your eyes as your nails marked the muscles of his back. “I…hngh….Hajime…I can’t…”
“You can,” he growled, his voice breathless and strained. “I’ve got you, baby. Look at me.”
Your eyes fluttered open, unfocused and hazed with pleasure. “That's it,” he hissed, seeing you completely undone, his own composure finally snapped. Hajime reached down, his fingers finding your clit to rub harsh circles over the sensitive bud even as he pounded into you.
“Good girl, come for me again. Let me feel it.”
Your breath hitched, your internal muscles clenching desperately around him as you shattered for the second time. Your vision blurred as your body tightened like a bowstring, Hajime’s name tearing from your throat in a ragged, broken moan.
Hajime watched you break. The sensation of your walls seizing around him, milking him, threw him over the edge. Thrusting forward one last time, he let out a guttural roar, his body locking up, muscles corded and rigid as his cock bottomed out, spurting thick ribbons of cum deep inside you.
Hajime didn't pull away; he stayed buried within you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck as you both tried to reclaim your breath. Slowly, he pulled back, bracing himself on his elbows, a lazy, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. “I believe round two also goes to me. What is it now, two to zero?”
You let out a weak, breathless laugh. “In case you haven't realized it, I let you win.”
Hajime let out a huff of laughter, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. Pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your lips, he rolled onto his back and tucked you into his side, pulling the discarded throw blanket from the couch over your tangled limbs. “Keep telling yourself that babe,” he murmured, pulling you closer, “but as long as I get you, then I win.”
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SHORT SCENE / Biting them hard enough to leave a mark...how does your JJK boyfriend react? / Part 2
POV / The two of you have been dating for the past two years and live together. One day you playfully bite them for the first time, hard enough to leave a mark and it turns them on.
PAIRINGS / ryomen sukuna::naoya zenin::toji fushiguro::kenjaku::mahito::hajime kashimo x (f)girlfriend reader
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SHORT SCENE / Biting them hard enough to leave a mark...how does your JJK boyfriend react? / Part 1
POV / The two of you have been dating for the past two years and live together. One day you playfully bite them for the first time, hard enough to leave a mark and it turns them on.
PAIRINGS / satoru gojo x (f)girlfriend reader::suguru geto x (f)girlfriend reader::yuji itadori x (f)girlfriend reader::megumi fushiguro x (f)girlfriend reader::choso kamo x (f)girlfriend reader::kento nanami x (f)girlfriend reader
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PAIRINGS:: bf! Hiromi Higuruma x Girlfriend F!reader
POV:: You and your boyfriend, Hiromi Higuruma, have been dating for close to two years and are living together. One day, you decide to have some fun by teasing Hiromi a little. You text him a customer complaint stating that you were left unsatisfied by him last night, and you wish to file a complaint about his services.
Synopsis:: What started as a cheeky text message quickly escalates into a high-stakes lesson in "customer satisfaction." When the protagonist playfully files a "formal complaint" against their partner, Hiromi, citing a "lack of finish" and a dismal 1.5-star rating for the previous night’s performance, they expect a witty retort—not a home visit from a very determined "service provider."
Hiromi arrives home with one goal: to defend his professional reputation and ensure the "defamatory" review is retracted. What follows is a blurred line between punishment and pleasure as Hiromi uses every tool at his disposal—from calculated overstimulation to raw, dominant intensity—to prove his competency.
As the "investigation" unfolds on the living room rug, the protagonist finds that challenging a man like Hiromi has breathtaking consequences. By the time the provider is finished, the only thing left to do is settle on a new, much higher rating—if they can even remember their own name.
18+ only, read at your own risk. This work contains heavy smut, sexual situations, and is not suitable for anyone underage.
You: I’m going to file a formal customer complaint.
Hiromi: A complaint? What happened? Did someone give you trouble? I can look at the legal options if you need.
You: No, nothing like that. It's about a service I received last night.
Hiromi:... I'm even more confused now. The T.V. service? What service are you talking about?
You: Last night's "session," or lack thereof. I didn't finish.
Hiromi: You. Are. Lying.
Hiromi: I am intimately familiar with the facts of the matter, and I distinctly recall you finishing. On the couch, in the shower and in our bed. You were, in fact, quite loud about it.
You: Highly debatable heresy. I'm afraid I have to rate the experience a generous 1.5 out of 5 stars.
Hiromi: A generous 1.5 stars?!
You: The rating is fair for inadequate services. Perhaps the provider needs to up their game?
Hiromi: The service provider will be personally investigating this complaint. I'm on my way home now. I suggest you retract that review immediately. You're defaming a perfectly reputable provider with a stellar track record.
Hiromi: And since you've mentioned a lack of finish, I'm going to ensure that we address that deficiency... repeatedly.
You: I'll be waiting... but I’m still holding onto the complaint form.
Hiromi: You won't have the strength to hold a pen by the time I'm done with you. I promise.
Hiromi returns home…..
You were deep into a Janu Sirsasana—a seated head-to-knee pose, right leg extended, left foot tucked toward your inner thigh—in the middle of the living room rug when the sound of the front door clicking shut and the faint thud of Hiromi’s briefcase hitting the hall floor pulled you out of your meditative stretch. A smirk began working up your lips, but you didn’t lift your head.
Hiromi stood in the living room doorway, dark hair slightly mussed, as if he’d been running his fingers through it in frustration. Shoes and jacket already gone, he was working on rolling up his shirtsleeves, an amused, dangerous glint of challenge in his dark eyes as they took in your position on the floor. “So,” he began, his long fingers lifting to the knot at his throat, loosening his tie with practiced ease. “A 1.5 out of 5 stars?”
“Oh, you got my complaint,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, the smirk you were holding back was slowly spreading as you tried to look at him innocently. “I hope you reviewed the notes I provided.”
“Holding onto that complaint form, are we? I reviewed them,” Hiromi murmured, the words like velvet over a spike. “And my conclusion is that the customer's assessment is false and defamatory.”
The smirk took over completely, morphing into a full blown grin. Shrugging your shoulders, you lowered your head and resumed your yoga pose, feeling the satisfying stretch of your hamstring. “Then perhaps the service provider needs to offer a demonstration to prove their competency,” you scoffed dismissively.
A slow, wolfish grin spread across Hiromi’s face as he dropped the loosened tie onto the armchair, his gaze locked on you. “I thought you’d never ask.” He strode the final few steps and dropped behind you. Grabbing your hips, he pulled you back across the floor until your spine flush against the solid warmth of his chest and abdomen. Your left leg, which had been bent in your pose, splayed wide.
Before you could react, Hiromi banded his left arm around your ribs, just under your breasts and grabbed your wrist, trapping your left arm against your body while your right was secured in his grip. Throwing his left leg over yours, he pressed the outside of his calf into your inner knee, keeping your leg bent open. Then he quickly repeated the movement, hooking his right leg over yours.
“Hiromi!” you gasped as his legs pushed yours further apart, holding you open, vulnerable.
Brushing strands of your hair that had escaped your braid aside, Hiromi leaned forward, his breath tickling the soft skin just behind your ear. “The provider needs to up their game…was that it?”
Hiromi shifted his behind you and your breath caught in your throat when you felt the evidence of his arousal press into the small of your back. “I think I can do that,” he murmured, slipping his hand under the thin, elastic waistband of your yoga pants, his fingers ghosting over your clit before applying a slow, deliberate pressure, “at the same time I am…repeatedly…addressing the lack of finish you mentioned.” Your head fell back against his shoulder, a soft, needy sound tumbling from your lips as his thumb continued its relentless rhythm.
Hiromi didn’t let up. His teeth grazed the sensitive junction where your neck met your shoulder, a sharp nip that made your toes curl against the rug. “You were so bold over text.” His thumb circled your heat with agonizing slowness, stalling just as you began to arch into the touch. A frustrated whimper escaped you. “It seemed very important to you. But I’m not hearing any complaining now. What’s wrong? Are you finding it difficult to focus?”
You tried to gasp out a retort, something about the 1.5 stars, but it died in your throat as he slid two fingers into your wet heat. “Answer me, honey.” His teeth grazed your earlobe as he spoke before his tongue swept over the sensitive skin. “I can't improve the user experience without verbal feedback.”
“Y…hngh….yes,” you managed to choke out as his thumb pressed down against your clit while his fingers curled inside of you, hitting a spot that had you gasping and bucking your hips up against his hand. “Hiromi… please.”
Hiromi’s chest rumbled against your back, a low, vibration of dark satisfaction that made your skin prickle. “That’s a start.”
He didn't increase the speed; instead, he slowed his fingers down, hooked them deep inside you, and pressed upward against your G-spot with a grueling, agonizing precision. “But 'please' is vague. As your provider, I require specific instructions on how to rectify my... inadequate performance.”
Another frustrated whimper slipped past your lips. You tried to roll your hips, desperate for a faster pace, but his heavy legs kept yours pinned wide while his long fingers curled deeper, stretching you open at a torturous pace, forcing you to take every deliberate movement at his tempo.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I’m still waiting on those instructions.” Hiromi withdrew his fingers almost entirely, leaving only the teasing tip of his thumb to circle your swollen clit.
The sudden void where his fingers had been felt like a physical ache. “Hiromi, don’t…” you breathed, your voice cracking. “I need…”
“You need what?” He nipped at the cord of your neck, his teeth sinking in just enough to draw a sharp, needy gasp from your lungs. “Is this what you wanted? Or should I pull back? After all, I wouldn't want to over-extending myself and ruin my 1.5-star reputation.”
Your head lolled back against his shoulder as his thumb resumed that agonizing, fluttering rhythm. “T…the 1.5 stars…ah…was a lie. Hiromi, please…d…don’t stop.”
“A lie?” He slid his fingers back inside you, slick and deep, hooking them upward with a precision that made your vision white out for a second. “Defamation is a serious offense, sweetheart. This is going to require extensive restitution.”
Hiromi abruptly withdrew his fingers, prompting a whine of protest from your lips. Shifting your head against his shoulder, you met his gaze, watching as he stared you down, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly, deliberately, Hiromi slid two fingers into his mouth. He sucked them clean, his tongue swirling around his knuckles to catch every drop of your arousal, his gaze never leaving yours.
He released your wrists, but before you could even think of moving, his hands were at the hem of your yoga top. He peeled the fabric up and over your head in one jagged motion, tossing it blindly onto the rug. The cool air hitting your damp skin made your nipples peak.
Hiromi removed his own shirt, tossing it in the same direction as yours, leaving his broad, muscular chest pressed firmly against your back. His large hands slid up over your ribs to cup your breasts. He squeezed firmly, his thumbs brushing over your stiffened peaks until you were arching your back, a broken “Hiromi…” escaping your lips.
Shifting his hands to your hips, he freed your trapped legs and flipped you over with effortless strength before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, dragging them down your legs, leaving you completely bared to him.
Dark eyes raked over your exposed skin, tracking the frantic rise and fall of your chest and the slight tremble in your body. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice like silk over gravel as he reached out to swipe a finger through your wet folds. “Is the service provider being too aggressive? Or have you finally realized you’re in over your head?”
He didn't give you a chance to retort. He lunged forward, his mouth seeking the center of your heat with a starved intensity. He buried his face in you. The first lap of his tongue was broad and punishing, sweeping from the bottom of your pussy straight up over your swollen clit.
Back arching, your fingers curled against the soft threads of the rug at his touch. “I think the provider is being... highly unprofessional.”
Hiromi let out a dry, dark chuckle and leaned down, his large hands gripping your thighs, prying them open until his face was inches from your core. He looked up at you through his lashes, his eyes dark with a hunger that felt like it could consume the entire room. “Professionalism went out the window the moment you hit 'send,' sweetheart.”
A wrecked moan tore from your throat, your fingers flying to his hair, clutching the dark strands as he began feasting. He was relentless, using his tongue to mimic the deep, hooking motion of his fingers, swirling around your entrance before thrusting into your wet heat. With every stoke of his tongue through your slit, the bridge of his nose rubbed against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through you.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet.” He moaned, sliding two fingers back inside you while he worked on you with his mouth, stretching you until you felt like you might come apart.
“Hiromi—fuck—hngh!” you sobbed out, your head tossing from side to side.
You let out a broken, high-pitched sob of pleasure as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling in a tight, punishing circle. The world narrowed down to the friction of his stubble against your thighs and the relentless, wet heat of his mouth. You were teetering on the edge, your breath coming in sharp, shallow hitches. “Hiromi... please, ah… I can’t—” you choked out, your hips bucking instinctively against his mouth. “S’too much…”
“You can,” he countered, looking up at you from between your legs, his eyes dark and blown out with lust. “You’re going to scream my name until your throat is as sore as you're about to be.” He nipped at the sensitive hood of your clit, and you bucked wildly, your heels digging into the rug.
His grip tightened on your inner thighs, pinning you to the floor with bruising force as he used his tongue to trace the seam of your entrance with agonizing precision before burying it deep inside you again. This time, there was no finesse, only a raw, demanding hunger. He sucked your clit into the heat of his mouth, swirling his tongue in a frantic, punishing circle that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to your core.
Your breath hitched, catching in your throat as the first wave of the orgasm hit you like a physical blow. Screaming his name, your fingers tangling desperately in his hair, pulling him closer as your internal muscles clamped down on his fingers in desperate, rhythmic pulses. “Hiromi! Oh, fuck, Hiromi!”
Hiromi didn't pull away. He drank you in, his tongue working through the peak of your release, catching every drop of your surrender until your legs shook and your tremors finally began to subside.
Slowly, he stood up, breathing hard, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Looking down at your wrecked, panting form with a look of smug satisfaction, he began to unbuckle his belt with agonizing slowness. The metallic clink was the only warning you got before he was stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs.
Hiromi’s cock was thick, heavy, and pulsing with need. A dark, heavy vein wrapped around the shaft from the base to the head that was a bruised purple hue and already slick with a bead of pre-come.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative register that always made your insides turn to liquid fire.
You obeyed, your gaze traveling from the sheer length of him up to his face and stayed there as he knelt between your legs. Wrapping his large hand around the base of his shaft, he began to stroke himself in front of you. He didn't break eye contact, his thumb catching the bead of moisture at his tip and smearing it over the broad, velvet head of his cock.
Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips. “Hiromi…”" you whimpered, your hands reaching out instinctively to touch the velvet-soft skin of his length.
Hiromi leaned forward, catching your wrists, and pinned them to the rug above your head with one hand, while the other guided his tip to your entrance. He didn't go in yet. Instead, he took the head of his shaft and dragged it upward, painting your folds with his pre-come from your bottom to your clit. There he rubbed the broad, hot head of his cock against your clit, over and over.
He watched you twitch with each pass of his cock over your clit, his mouth hovering mere millimeters from yours. “I'm a man of my word, sweetheart. I told you that you wouldn't have the strength to hold a pen. I intend to make sure you can't even remember your own name, let alone how to make a complaint.”
Hiromi’s tethered restraint finally snapped. He surged forward, burying himself inside you in one punishing thrust that bottomed out against your cervix. Your back arched off the rug, a jagged sob escaping your lips as he filled you completely, his thickness stretching you to the absolute limit.
“God, you're so tight.” He groaned, staying there for a moment, letting you adjust around him, then, he withdrew nearly all the way, only to drive back in with a rhythmic, brutal force that made the rug slide beneath you. His hips began a slow, punishing grind that hit every sensitive nerve he’d just spent the last twenty minutes teasing. “Still…fuck… thinking about... that rating?”
You couldn't answer. Your world had shrunk to the feeling of Hiromi bullying his cock deep into your cunt, the head kissing your cervix with every mean thrust. You wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles locking behind the small of his back to pull him even deeper. You could feel that vein dragging against your sensitized walls over and over with each filthy stroke and snap of his hips.
Angling his thrusts to catch that specific, aching spot inside you, his pace accelerated into something frantic and punishing. “Answer me.”
“Hiromi…please…ah…s’ too m…much” You gasped, your head thrashing against the rug. The pleasure was starting to feel like pain, a white-hot wire tightening in your gut.
A dark laugh rumbled from his chest, his head dipped, his mouth finding the pulse point at your neck and biting down—not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. “It's exactly what you asked for.”
Leaning in, Hiromi claimed your lips, tongue sweeping into your mouth to intertwine with yours in a messy, hungry kiss. He pulled back, his eyes dropping towards your chest, your breasts heaving and flushed a deep, petal pink. Dipping his head again, he took the peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before he sucked it deep against the roof of his mouth.
His teeth grazed your nipple, making your toes curl and pussy clench around him. Hiromi’s head fell forward as his hips stuttered, only to snap back into you with a force that made the air leave your lungs in a sharp hugh. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled, the words vibrating against your skin. “You’re soaked for me. Taking my cock so good.”
You sobbed out his name, as he captured your other nipple in his mouth, his tongue lashing at it with a starved intensity before drawing it deep between his teeth, sucking with a rhythmic, demanding pressure that mirrored the brutal thrusts of his hips below.
The sensation of his mouth on your breast while he hammered into your core was too much.
“Hiromi, please.”
“Please what?” Pulling back, Hiromi’s hands shifted, letting go of your wrists they moved to your waist, his fingers digging into your hip bones with bruising intensity as he began to drive into you ruthlessly. Every stroke aimed to ruin you. “Use your…hngh…words. Give me th…fuck…that verbal feedback you were so keen on.”
“P…perfect…ah…s’perfect,” you whimpered, your head tossing back, body writhing under him. “Five s…stars… six... hngh…just don't stop.”
Hiromi let out a low, guttural snarl and surged forward, his pace turning feral. “That's right. And I’m going to make sure you feel me inside you for the next three days.”
He wasn't just fucking you anymore; he was reclaiming you, his cock hammering against your cervix with a relentless, heavy thud that made your entire frame shudder. “Every time you walk, every time you sit... you'll remember exactly why you don't play games with me.”
“Hiromi...hngh....fuck...please..fuck...ha...m' close.” You were babbling, the words tumbling together as you felt the familiar coil of tension tightening again, incredible and agonizing, building stronger than before. Your internal walls were milking him, slick and desperate.
He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit again, pinning it against the base of his cock as he moved, the world fractured. Your vision blurred into white sparks as your orgasm ripped through you, a high, keening wail escaping your throat.
“Fuck... you're so…ah… perfect.” Hiromi let out a choked sound, his hips jerking erratically as you clamped around him, your walls pulsing in rhythmic, desperate waves that trapped him deep inside your heat.
With one final thrust, he bottomed out against your cervix, his body shuddering as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his cock pulsing as he spilled into you. Sticky, hot ropes of his cum coated you walls, flooding you until you were overflowing and it was leaking back out around his cock as he ground his hips against you slowly, working his cum deeper inside your swollen pussy.
The ragged, synchronized gasps of your combined breathing was the only sound you could hear. Hiromi remained heavy on top of you for a long moment, his forehead pressed into the crook of your shoulder, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against you.
Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark hair a chaotic mess, a ghost of that smug, smirk returning to his lips. He leaned in, pressing a slow, deep, and possessively sweet kiss to your swollen lips. A single stray tear of overstimulation tracked down your temple before he reached up, brushing it away gently.
He shifted his weight, the sensation of him still buried deep inside you sending a lingering throb through your core. “So, about that formal complaint?”
You hummed, your eyes drifting shut in sleepy contentment. “Five stars, but I might need another... consultation... just to make sure my data is accurate.”
You tried to summon a witty retort, but your brain felt like it had been scrubbed clean, replaced by a warm, hazy static. You could only manage a weak, breathy huff of a laugh. “I... think I might have lost the form.”
Hiromi chuckled, a low, melodic sound that made your sensitized core twitch around him. He withdrew slowly, the sensation eliciting a needy whimper from your lips, and he immediately pulled you into his side, tucking your head under his chin as he collapsed back onto the rug. “That’s a shame. But don’t worry, this provider offers a lifetime of... quality assurance.
Hiromi’s fingers traced the flushed line of your jaw, his touch now tender compared to moments ago. “Though, for the sake of my professional ego, I expect a revised review on my desk by morning.”
Hiromi’s chest shook with a silent, tired laugh, his arm tightening around your waist to pull you even closer. “Well, you’re in luck, because the follow-up consultation starts in twenty minutes. I have a very strict policy regarding customer satisfaction.”
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SHORT SCENE / How do the JJK men react when you, their their girlfriend, act like a brat and give them attitude all day?
POV / The two of you have been dating for two years and live together. One day, you are irritated with them/want their attention, so you act like a brat, giving them attitude for the whole day.....
PAIRINGS / jjk men x f:girlfriend reader
TAGS / brat tamer dynamic::established relationship::restraint/pinning::dubcon (if you squint really hard)::implied discipline::power dynamics::open-door(ish)
AUTHOR NOTES / Introducing Hakari into the mix. I gotta say, he was a lot of fun to write. Hiromi though....mmmm.....yes. ;)
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SHORT SCENE / How do the JJK men react when you, their their girlfriend, act like a brat and give them attitude all day?
POV / The two of you have been dating for two years and live together. One day, you are irritated with them/want their attention, so you act like a brat, giving them attitude for the whole day.....
PAIRINGS / jjk men x f:girlfriend reader
TAGS / brat tamer dynamic::established relationship::restraint/pinning::dubcon (if you squint really hard)::implied discipline::power dynamics::open-door(ish)
AUTHOR NOTES / The way I would crawl to Sukuna....after bratting of course, because it's just in my nature ;)
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SHORT SCENE / How do the JJK men react when you, their their girlfriend, act like a brat and give them attitude all day?
POV / The two of you have been dating for two years and live together. One day, you are irritated with them/want their attention, so you act like a brat, giving them attitude for the whole day.....
PAIRINGS / jjk men x f:girlfriend reader
TAGS / brat tamer dynamic::established relationship::restraint/pinning::dubcon (if you squint really hard)::implied discipline::power dynamics::open-door(ish)
AUTHOR NOTES / I enjoyed these :) Gojo and Nanami especially. But the entire topic was fun. I may expand a few of these into oneshots.
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AUTHOR NOTES / These took a while for me to get down on paper. Trying to write as a female character using Todo's personality....not easy. The others were not as bad. I did have a lot of fun with Takuma Ino's and Toge Inumaki's :)
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SHORT SCENE / How do the JJK men react when you, their wife, has morning sickness for the first time. Part 2
POV / The two of you have been happily married for three years. You recently found out that you are pregnant with your first child. You are about eight weeks along and start having morning sickness.
PAIRINGS / jjk men x wife reader
TAGS / pregnancy::fluff
AUTHOR NOTES / This is the Cinnamon Roll group for me. In all honesty they are actually harder for me to write 90% of the time. My personality lends itself easier to characters I can use heavy doses of sarcasm with.
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SHORT SCENE / How do the JJK men react when you, their wife, has morning sickness for the first time. Part 2
POV / The two of you have been happily married for three years. You recently found out that you are pregnant with your first child. You are about eight weeks along and start having morning sickness.
PAIRINGS / jjk men x wife reader
TAGS / pregnancy::fluff
AUTHOR NOTES / I enjoyed writing Toji's and Sukuna's most in this set. Sukuna's was just pure indulgence for me, but then again, his usually is ;) It's a little harder to make the villains fluffy and retain their personality, but I hope you enjoy! :)
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SHORT SCENE / How do the JJK men react when you, their wife, has morning sickness for the first time. Part 1
POV / The two of you have been happily married for three years. You recently found out that you are pregnant with your first child. You are about eight weeks along and start having morning sickness.
PAIRINGS / jjk men x wife reader
TAGS / pregnancy::fluff
AUTHOR NOTES / Just pure, cute fluff. This is a series of short scenes that were requested on my TikTok and I just kind of ran with the whole sweet, happy bliss kind of fluff. Enjoy!
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SYNOPSIS / JJK reactions to you trying to steal something from them on a dare.... Part 3.
POV / You are a sorcerer who attends Jujutsu High with them. You know them and the two of you are friendly towards each other. Your own friends figure out you have a crush on them and dare you to steal something, just for fun of course.
I'm still pretty new to all of this, but I’m making a tag list for my fanfiction general writing and headcanons! You will be tagged in every single piece of writing I post.
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Just found you through tiktok! Love your stories and snippets, I feel like they are written so true to character it‘s crazy. 😮💨 Really hoping for some more Toji. But also Choso maybe… 👀 Keep up the great work!! 😊
Thank you so much for reaching out! I'm really happy you like my stories ☺️ and I am super happy they read true to character. I do try really hard to make sure they do and that is usually why it takes me a little longer to write sometimes. Some characters are harder for me to get into the voice for them 😅. I will absolutely do some more full length Toji, I love writing him cause I can channel my inner smartass, and I'm going to add some Hiromi in here soon too. I will try to get a full length Choso going as well. Thank you again! 🥰
