Shock of a New Feeling
Summary: You meet Hajime Kashimo, a reincarnated sorcerer from the Edo period, renowned for his strength and unique cursed energy, you meet the odd man through an attempted fight (which you lose) and he insists that there's only one way he could spare your life
A/N: Finally learnt how to get a gradient, and a banner in place. Holy shit am i slow, i will update my naoya and sasori fic someday. VIRGIN KASHIMO IS CANON PEOPLE!!!! (i severely doubt the strongest sorcerer of the edo period ever got pussy tbh)
Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Violence mentioned ( Hajime's previous fights), Explicit sexual content, Kashimo x Reader, Consent is slightly confused (just for a bit though), Reader hates their life, Reader hates themselves and dislikes the decisions they've made in the first half only, Unrequited Yearning (from reader) this behaviour goes completely unnoticed by Kashimo.
Toyko No.2 Colony. The sky as bleak could be, not a single star painting the black void. You wandered through the streets. The lack of noise , once something you would have found comforting now ate away at your ears, the only sound you find is your own heart-beat and soon that too made you restless. The streets used to bustle with city life, flashing signs and chatty people, all eating, drinking, buying, selling, talking, arguing. All humans with hobbies and hates and not a single one to be found anymore, all signs of chatter stopped, like this place was never inhabited anyways. You missed all of it, even the dickhead people who used to shove you, you'd do anything to be reasonably irritated even for a minute. That hope seemed all but wishful thinking now, only a memory from a life-time away.
The repetitive motion of walking was all you did now, taking your legs to wonder from there to there, turning yourself back and forth until your legs gave out. Your knees ached and your feet throbbed in pain. You kept going, kept walking until you no longer could. Your energy felt drained and your body begged for rest as the drowsiness dropped on your eyes. Finding yourself at a stream, you finally gave up and your body slumped down, completely lax in a way that felt forced like a dropped doll more than anything. You stared up at the sky, wanting to blame something, anything, for why it turned out like this. Why were you stuck in this shitty colony, why weren't you let go? Why couldn't you be strong like the rest? What good did it ever do for you to stay here? You felt angry, angry that the gods had cursed you to this place, you had done no wrong and you were getting punished, how was that ever fair? A wail of despair left your tongue as you thrashed on the grass, pulling out it's tufts in anger. You were tired, so so tired. You don't know why you did that, it only felt worse. Curling your body, you closed your eyes, ready to let slumber take you. One deep breath in became two, your chest heaving with every one you took.
You still couldn't sleep, something felt off. Your head shot up, the air smelt like....ozone? No, something smelt of ozone, your head whipped around, finding the source of the scent. You were no good with anything but your nose was sensitive. There, on the top of the hill stood a young man, no older than you with the oddest sense of fashion you had ever seen. His hair was wild, a bright cyan blue, paired with two parted cylinder-esque buns on his head. His bangs were just as bad and you began to wonder if the man had ever heard of the object called a brush. He held a staff, red with gold spheres on each end. His outfit was a matching white top and bottom two-piece, both bagging and scrunched, his forearms were rolled up, revealing bandages and the same for his calves. The most striking part about him was his eyes, there was nothing distinct about it's shape but they were just as bright as his hair and what really got you was the two lightning bolt like marks under each eye. He was handsome, just a bit weird. You looked up at the man, waiting for his next move when the realisation hit you, he was looking at you.
You froze, the man didn't seem particularly hostile but you learnt not to trust anyone.
''Kogane.'' He said, his voice oddly appeasing to hear if it wasn't for the fact that he was a Culling Game Player. You were definitely fucked now.
''Check if that's a player.'' The little shit had popped up next to him and snitched! You wanted to strangle that dumb bone thing more than anything. He began to descend, slowly approaching.
You had half of a mind to just beg for him to spare your life but he didn't swing so you thought he wanted something.
''Are you strong?'' He finally asked. Was that it? As tempted as you were to tell the bastard to take one look at your state and assume if he thought you knew what you were doing, you decided best not to risk it and shut up instead. You shook your head.
''Figures.'' He huffed out, first meeting and you already thought his attitude stunk, you stood up and were about to turn your back when his voice stopped you yet again.
''Do you know where Sukuna is?'' Your body froze, turning around to see him, you violently grabbed the man by his shoulders.
''Are you mad? Why on earth would you ever wanna see the king of curses?'' You practically screamed at the poor man. His eyes narrowed in offence at you.
''I want to fight him.'' He stated it, as if that was common sense and not a death sentence, you wish you could have slapped it out of him.
''You're going to die you idiot! You're just a sorcerer and he's a king for crying out loud!'' His expression didn't change.
''I know that, now do you know where he is or not?'' The man was at the very least suicidal and wanted to go out in the most painful way possible.
''Why on earth would i wanna know the location of the Anti-Christ for? And why would i tell you even if I did?''
''I'm strong, I can handle it.'' Your jaw dropped, this man was bewildering to say the least, he was about as odd as it could get.
''Just who do you think you are?!'' You almost shook him, hoping that the action would knock some sense into that thick skull of his.
''First, get your hands off of me and Second, my name's Hajime Kashimo.'' Your face froze. You had heard tales of the reincarnated sorcerer, he was the only person with his sort of cursed energy, it was lightning, that explained the odd sulfur like smell from his staff. He had killed over 40 sorcerers and acquired 200 points.
He saw your face and knew that you recognized him.
''Fight me.'' You shook your head so fast you thought your neck might snap, he huffed in disappointment.
''What the fuck can you do then?'' Rude but you understood his frustration, his whole thing was fighting, obviously he wasn't happy with talking to it.
''I can use RCT.'' That got his attention.
''On others or just on yourself?'' You're not sure where this train of thought was going but you followed along.
''Both.'' Now that really got his attention.
''Show me.'' Before you could ask, he held up a finger of his and broke it. The action didn't even make the man wince, your brain felt like it was being scrambled and fried just by being with him.
''Why the fuck would you-'' He cut you off.
''Do it. Now.'' You sighed, it was either this or death by how many volts his cursed energy had and you weren't willing to find out. So you listened.
He watched the bone snap back into place and the flesh heal, all the blood was gone and not a single bruise was left on his finger. He inspected with with morbid curiosity, poking and prodding at the poor thing as if it held answers he wanted. You tried to get him to stop, to warn him that the flesh was sensitive and that he shouldn't do it but he ignored you regardless.
After a few seconds, he looked at you.
''I need to find Sukuna but in order to so, I could use a healer, come with me.''
You didn't want to push it but why would you go ahead with a weird electric guy for?
''And what do i get in return?''
''I won't add you to my point count, that's what. Say something stupid again and i'll go through with it.''
Well maybe shutting up was the best plan after all.
It had been a while since you made that deal with Kashimo. You would mainly just wait around after his fights to check for his wounds. This time he wasn't really banged up so you two just decided to wonder for a bit. To your surprise, the man was fairly easy-going, some might even say enjoyable if he wasn't so obsessed with the concept of just fighting 24/7. Whenever you tried to introduce him to a new piece of modern society, he would stare at you as if you had lost the plot. Constantly reminiscing about the Edo Period, he told you tales of when life used to be ''simpler'', in his words, telling you of the strength sorcerers held back then, how compared to now, they were a real challenge even if he did defeat them in the end. He grumbled at just about anything, food, phones, even the way how cities looked. Lack of colour, barely any clothes or food worth wanting, the man was a bitch at anything modern. His young look threw off the way how he would speak as if he was an old man (in which he actually was).
It was night, the both of you stopped over at a park where you spent the last 2 hours talking with him, telling him all about your life. Although it would never be just as exciting as his, you spilled everything. Truth is, you never wanted to be in the world of jujutsu, you were a horrible fighter and you never wanted to master any kind of sorcerercy. He stared at you as if you were missing out.
''What's your cursed technique?'' He asked.
''Don't have one, so it was either reverse cursed technique or shadow style and the one i picked was one that could get me protected and off the battle field.''
''What about you?'' He saw him fight, his cursed energy was unique and he would imbue it into his stuff (The Nyoi Staff as he called it) but there was nothing unique about it, mainly just weapon combat.
''Never used it, I want to use it against Sukuna.'' He muttered
''You're still on about that?!'' A slight bickerment ensued, you kept trying to hold the man back from basically killing himself.
''All that shot at a second life and you want it to throw it away? For what?'' You thought he was a moron. A strong one but an idiot nonetheless.
''It's the only reason why I even agreed to this, I just wanted to fight him.'' He shrugged it off.
''Do you have nothing to live for?'' What a sad lonely existence it must be to be strong, you saw it. Saw how his eyes misted over, how he refused to look at you.
''Strength is all I have and strength is all I'm worth. Anything else is how a loser thinks.'' His reasoning was so simple, so absolute, you could see he genuinely believed it.
''Do you not have friends, or a lover? Did no one ever love you?'' He stared at you , offended at your wording.
''What good would that have done? It only distracts you. To be strong is to be alone and unrivalled. Love has no meaning.'' Your heart ached for him, for a second you saw a man, unsure of himself or what to do. You wanted to reach out. For the first time in ages, you had a wish, a want and he was right in-front of you.
''Kashimo.'' Hearing his name reached his attention. He turned over to you with a simple ''hm?''.
Your hand reached out for his chin, pulling his face closer to yours. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, his eyes shot up in confusion. Pushing you away for a bit, you followed after regardless. The second time, he let you. Grabbing his hand, you made him wrap around your waist while you straddled him. Pulling back, you could see the confusion on his face.
''Have you never done this before?'' He shook his head.
''I never had a lover back then.'' The wording was a bit romantic and to your surprise, you found that you didn't mind one bit. It was almost sweet how he said it.
''You still a virgin?'' He nodded again and then turned the question over to you. You shook your head, you had only done it a few times before but according to you, that was plenty of practice.
''Open your mouth Kashimo.'' He did as you asked, watching how you leaned down to kiss him once again, this time your tongue went in. The contact felt wet and so hot in his mouth. He cradled the back of your head, bringing you in closer. His inexperience shined through as his tongue lazily moved around yours, sliding more like a surf-board than anything. You had never expected to be a sex-mentor towards your patient.
Giving his shoulder a rough few taps, he pulled off to question you.
''What are you doing?'' Irritation barely seeped through.
''Hajime, you're doing it awfully.'' Your dead-pan evaluation almost made the man throw you off in anger. You offered to lead him instead.
''Let me show you instead.'' The uncertainty in his head nearly clouded his faith in your judgement, how could he trust the words of someone who couldn't even use a cursed tool properly? But your tone, stripped him all of his vices, luring him into a sense where he felt, for once, he should let fate decide instead of his strength. Doing as he was told, he laid on his back, watching your hands slip underneath his shirt with a lewd enthusiasm.
Your hand traced his lower abdomen, noting how the faint lines of his abs dipped into the v line below his pants. His breaths grew heavy and loud, your senses overcrowded by his very existence. His scent and breath was all you could hear and smell and his body took every inch of your sight, the realisation shooting a throb of pleasure into your pussy. You wanted nothing more than to just have him, even for one night, to show him something better than risking his life for thrills. Some part of you thought that maybe, just maybe, being like this could convince him to find something worth in him than his strength, that and the selfish desire to indulge yourself in a handsome man.
Your hand slipped under his trousers, his breath caught in his throat, something akin to a whine slipping out. Your hand found his member, already half hard and leaking precum. Pulling it out of his trousers, your thumb swiped over the tip, stroking his cock with his cum as lube. He threw his head back in pleasure. Kashimo, truth be told, never had a lover and consequently had never lost his virginity, majority of the experiences you had given him were new ones but this was one he would have never expected.
''Hajime, ever had a blow-job before?'' He looked down at you, a what now?
''What the fuck is that? I told you, I'm not used to modern talk.'' You winced at his reaction, there really was no proper or old way (as far as you knew) to really describe the term. You sighed, there was A LOT you had to teach Kashimo, in and out of the bedroom apparently.
''Why don't i just show you instead?'' A noise of disapproval came from him.
''Then do it already.''
Your mouth lowered itself near his tip, his eyes widened as you blew a breath on it, the motion running a shiver through his body. Your warm wet mouth encased him, the feeling reminiscent of heaven to the man. His hand shot up into your hair, guiding your head so he could thrust himself in deeper. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth as you made room for him to fit in, the slurping noises echoed through the park. He had never been one for people and yet seeing you on your knees for him was a sight he found so incredibly erotic.
You refused to let up your movement, grinding yourself against the ground as you pleasured him. Each moan was a reward to your ears, the reason why you even did this. He sounded so beautiful, compared to anyone you ever had. His noises were one of pure over-stimulation and first-time desire, none of the filthy grunts you were used to hearing over and over again. He yanked on your hair as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed with a grateful gulp, crawling up on his body to see his expression. His arm was slung over his eyes and his face completely flushed red.
''Kashimo..'' That tone was going to be the death of him, like some sort of sex life-sucking siren. He heaved, watching your fingers brush over his lips. You carefully brushed his bangs out his face, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
Straddling him, you pulled your panties to the side, revealing your slick folds awaiting him. Slowly, you began to sink down on him, the girth of him filling you up completely. Kashimo let out a groan in response, the new-found pleasure almost shocking his senses and frying his nerves.
You rocked your hips as hard as you could, fucking yourself on his cock like a mad-woman. Tufts of his cyan hair clenched between the gaps of your fingers. His hands secured their spot around your waist. He watched in awe as you took from him and gave to him, seeing yourself so dedicated to the pleasure of both parties was almost enough to make him question his ideology in his lust-driven haze.
''O-Oh Hajime, I'm so close!'' He thrust up into you, driving you wild and more desperate for him. Just a little further, a little more and pure bliss would be waiting for you. The knot deep in you finally snapped and you could swear you saw stars dancing in your eyes, the climax making your whole body shudder. Hajime soon followed, emptying his load in you.
The both of you lay on the grass, you in his arms, he stared off into the night sky, seeing nothing but a single star twinkling so dimly.
''Look.'' He pointed. ''The sky's got a star in it, haven't seen those in so long.''
''Mhm, how was the view of the sky back then?'' He sighed.
''I never really looked at it back then, only when I became old did i find myself wondering at it aimlessly. It used to be so clear, the moon was a lot brighter and there was so much little dots, just everywhere you went, it was almost like the sky followed you.'' He rambled only a bit.
''But a star's out now, if it was bright enough to cut through the light pollution, only makes you wonder how it would have shone if it was in your period.''
''Special stars huh?'' Your voice trailed off, planting small kisses and bites across his neck, the both of you lay there, night-gazing.
But deep down, you knew you could never change a man like that. He had a goal and that was Sukuna, you were only a happy distraction. You wondered what could have been if he just wasn't so strong, had he been weak like you.
You know he's going to die if he succeeds and every part of you fears it.
Tags: @milkpup!
Chapter 2