Day 1: Dreaming - Soniaki (Sonia/Chiaki) “Save File”
Life on Jabberwock Island is great. No, really, it is!
There’s plenty to do, good food, and some of the most important people in Sonia’s life. People who understand what she’s going through better than anyone. And sure, they may have to carry around the suffocating weight of their past deeds, knowing they’ll never be able to live normally again, and try to push all those dark memories to the very back of their minds to no avail- but at least they’re all together.
Almost…
“Oh Chiaki, how I wish you were here…” Sonia sighed, staring into the starry night sky. She was leaning against her cabin’s balcony, arms crossed and her heart heavy.
Chiaki Nanami… a girl none of class 77-B will forget. The former Ultimate Gamer had stolen all of her their hearts in a matter of weeks. Even the most stoic members of the group didn’t take long to warm up to her. She may have seemed silent and closed off, but Chiaki Nanami was oh so observant and oh so kind. A sort of kind Sonia never thought someone could be. Chiaki worked so hard to make sure their class got along; convince them to give each other a chance. In the end, how did they repay her? They couldn’t even be there to save her when she-
Sonia’s breath hitched, one of her pale hands covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sobs. It was so cruel. Chiaki Nanami never deserved a fate like that. Not in a million years.
Now class 77-B has an unbreakable bond, but 15 broken hearts. Sonia wouldn’t trade the 14 other students here for the world, but Chiaki’s premature death left a hole that Sonia didn’t think could ever be filled.
Sonia gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, though it didn’t do much as they still flowed freely down her face.
As she grieved, Sonia recalled a function from many of Chiaki’s video games (oh she missed watching Chiaki play). “Save files” they were called. On nights like these, Sonia wishes real life had save files, then Chiaki could still be here and the burden they all carry would be a little easier to hold.
Sonia clutched a hand to her heart, gripping the fabric of her pajamas tightly. Out of all the self-loathing and mournful that swirled in Sonia’s head, she was able to decipher a hopeful one.
Her heart is a save file, and Chiaki Nanami will never be wiped from it.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, M/M, M/F/M, three way, unprotected sex, sex outdoors, sex in a public place, fingering, manhandling, dominant Gojo, switch Yuuji, submissive MC, quirofilia, dry humping, Sukuna and Yuuji share control, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, choking, dacryphilia, double penetration, praise, degradation, creampie
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
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Yuuji stared up at Gojo through hooded eyes. He groaned again as Gojo tugged on his hair. With one hand on Yuuji’s waist and the other in his hair, he pushed us backwards until Yuuji’s back hit the tree I’d sent Sukuna flying into. Yuuji and I grunted as we were forced to a sudden stop.
Gojo took another step forward, keeping the three of us pressed firmly together. Using Yuuji to hold us still, bright blue eyes shifted their gaze to mine. Feeling Gojo’s eyes on me, I turned to look at him. His gaze darkened as he saw his own lust mirrored in my eyes.
All three of our chests heaved in unison as the weight of what we were doing sank in. No one else was here, no one would know, and yet the fear of getting caught was starting to hit us. Well, based on the look of pure lust in Gojo’s eyes, it was hitting me and Yuuji. Gojo didn’t seem to care about getting caught, or maybe it turned him on even more.
“Safeword?” Gojo asked, his eyes boring into mine.
“What?” I asked as Yuuji’s breath faltered behind me.
“Do you have one?” Gojo clarified, glancing behind me at Yuuji to show he was asking both of us.
“Yes. Why, am I going to need it?” I followed Gojo’s gaze, glancing repeatedly between the two men I was caged between.
“I know we’ve already broken many rules, but we’re about to break a lot more. A few laws too. I need to know if this becomes too much for either of you.” Gojo emphasized his point by releasing his hold on Yuuji’s head, caressing his cheek before cupping mine and turning my head so I focused my eyes on him.
“Poughkeepsie,” I uttered. Hearing the word leave my lips sent a pang down to my core.
“Poughkeepsie?” Gojo asked, his brow raised in curiosity.
“Poughkeepsie.” I nodded, noticing the glint appear in Gojo’s eyes as I confirmed he’d heard me right.
“And a gesture? For if you can’t talk.” Gojo glanced at Yuuji behind me, his blue gaze quickly finding mine again when I responded.
“Taps for if I need to stop. Squeezes for if it’s too much but I don’t want to stop. And,” I hesitated, glancing at Yuuji, the determination in his gaze reassuring me to finish speaking. “Hair pulling means more.”
Gojo smirked at the last part. “Show me.”
I nodded and placed a hand on each of their arms. First, I tapped my fingers and then my hands on them. I waited a couple seconds before squeezing rhythmically. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release, squeeze, release. I knew I would squeeze them during sex, so the rhythmic letting go would differentiate the signal. Finally, I reached up to grab a handful of their hair and pull.
Both of them let out a small groan as I pulled their hair, but Gojo quickly regained his composure and turned his attention to Yuuji. “Yuuji-kun, are you comfortable using these?”
“Yes,” Yuuji breathed out in response, his growing erection flexing against my ass.
“Good.” Gojo’s tone turned dominant again.
He roughly shoved his chest into mine, forcing me to grind against Yuuji and Yuuji’s back to press harder into the tree. Gojo ground into me, and through me, Yuuji. I let out a sound between a whine and a moan as Yuuji groaned behind me.
Gojo’s hand traveled past my cheek to fist in my hair. His arm rested on my chest, holding me in place as his lips captured mine in a demanding kiss. He eagerly, forcefully, pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of sweet mint as his tongue danced with mine.
While Gojo kissed me, Yuuji released his hold on our sensei’s jacket to place his hands on my thighs, sliding them upwards to my waist. I whined into Gojo’s lips as Yuuji slid a hand into my pants. I arched my hips backwards, giving him a meager amount of space to continue moving his hand downward.
I gasped into the kiss as Yuuji’s fingers delved between my folds, gathering my wetness, before focusing on my clit. My shoulders unconsciously leaned back into Yuuji as he rubbed in slow circles. While Yuuji teased me with his languid pace, Gojo let go of Yuuji’s waist to slide his hand into my pants.
With his palm on the back of Yuuji’s hand, Gojo pushed two fingers into me. Gojo swallowed my moan as he massaged my walls and Yuuji quickened his pace. Gojo’s long, deft fingers effortlessly found the right spot to press against. He curled his fingers inside me and pulled.
The motion made me moan into his lips, prompting him to do it again. A deep groan left both our lips as my walls tightened in response. Satisfied with my reactions, Gojo pressed his fingers into my walls. Keeping them buried in me, he moved his fingers back and forth in a come hither motion. His knuckles pressed into one side of my walls as his fingers rubbed the other.
Not wanting to be left out, Yuuji pushed into my clit and massaged faster in smaller circles. His fingers slid easily as I grew wetter by the second. Despite how wet I was becoming, Yuuji managed to keep his fingers constantly on my clit.
Gojo’s fingers in my hair and Yuuji’s hand on my waist tightened their grip as my hips began to shake. Using their bodies to hold me in place, they pressed into me and used their hands between my legs to keep me standing.
My hips bucked as I whined, panted, and moaned into Gojo’s lips. He groaned in response and kissed me harder, not letting my oncoming orgasm break the kiss. As my walls began to throb, Gojo pulled his tongue out of my mouth. He ran the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip, breathing in every noise I let out.
His lips curled into a smirk as I screamed into them, my hips bucking and hands fisting on his waist as I came. They didn’t stop. Their fingers continued their motions, building in speed to prolong and strengthen my orgasm.
Gojo finally broke the kiss, pulling my head back into Yuuji’s shoulder. He watched as I came undone around his fingers, my eyes screwed shut and mouth parted.
I opened my eyes as my orgasm passed. Gojo’s blue eyes were trained on my face as I panted. He winked at me before slowly pulling his fingers out of me. Raising his hand, he smirked down at me as he placed his fingers in his mouth and cleaned my juices off them with a groan.
Following Gojo’s lead, Yuuji removed his hand from between my legs. Gojo grabbed his wrist, moving his gaze to focus on the man behind me as he placed Yuuji’s fingers in his mouth. Yuuji moaned softly against my ear as Gojo sucked on his fingers.
Once he was satisfied, Gojo pulled Yuuji’s hand away and let go of his wrist. Gojo let go of my hair to grab my waist with one hand and Yuuji’s with the other. He backed up, pulling us with him without letting any space come between us.
He took one more step before grabbing my waist with both his hands and spinning me around. The second my eyes focused on Yuuji, Gojo hooked a foot around Yuuji’s ankle and pulled. As Yuuji fell, he pushed me down.
Yuuji grunted as I fell onto him with a yelp. He glanced behind me at Gojo, as if expecting instructions or an indication why Gojo knocked us over. I followed his gaze to see Gojo move to sit on a fallen log nearby and motion towards us, or rather Yuuji, to get on with it.
Needing no more encouragement, Yuuji pressed his lips to mine the moment I turned back towards him. His large, heavy hands grasped my hips, pushing me down into his groin and grinding his hips into mine. Sensitive from my orgasm, I whined into his lips as he skilfully rocked his erection against my clit.
He groaned into the kiss, grinding against me a few more times before growing impatient and sliding his hands up to grasp my shirt. Yuuji broke the kiss for the split second he needed to pull my shirt off and throw it to the ground. His hands returned to my hips, pushing me down into him as he bit my bottom lip, tugging on it.
He shuddered beneath me as I moaned in response to the bite. His grip tightened, digging his nails into me. Sukuna flipped us over, hands wrapping around my pants as I kicked off my shoes. The moment my shoes were off, he pulled my pants and underwear off together.
Two pairs of eyes raked over my body, the upper ones hazel and bottom pair blood red. He, they, sat on their knees to discard their shirt before tossing their shorts and boxers to the side as well. Calloused hands tore off my bra before demanding lips crashed into mine.
Resting on his forearm, fingers lacing through my hair, Yuuji used his free hand to line himself with my entrance. Sukuna thrusted into me harshly. Groaning into his lips, my back arched as he pounded into me without giving me time to adjust.
My arms wrapped around his waist, clawing at his back as he thrusted into me. Moaning and panting into his mouth, Yuuji breathed in every noise and breath I let out. With one last press of his lips to mine, he lowered his head so his cheek rested against mine.
I felt his lips curl into a mix between a smile as smirk as I cried out against his ear. My back arched into him as I clung to his back, leaving red lines in his skin as I raked my nails along it. With every thrust, he pounded into my walls in all the right places.
Feeling me start to tighten around him, Sukuna growled into my ear, “What do you want, pet?”
I only whined and moaned in response, unable to focus on saying anything with the way he was ramming into me.
He chuckled and slowed his pace, taking away my chance of reaching another orgasm. Sukuna languidly dragged his length through my walls, maintaining the strength in the snap of his hips. His teasing made me cling to him harder, wrapping my legs around his waist in an effort to bring him closer to me.
He gently ran his teeth along my neck, down to my shoulder, then licked his way back up. “Say it, kitten. Or I won’t give you what you want.”
Fueled by my need to cum, I whined desperately into his ear, “Please … please make me cum!”
He snapped his hips into me the way I needed twice before slamming into me and holding himself in place. “Make you?”
“Let me!” I cried out, digging my nails into him as tears began to form in my eyes. “Please, please let me cum!”
He nipped at my ear with a low chuckle. Satisfied with my begging, his back trembled under my hold as he pounded into me with nearly inhuman speed and strength. I cried out, head thrown back, clawing at his skin, as my body shook and I finally reached the release I needed.
Spurred on by my walls pulsating around him, Yuuji fisted his hand in my hair as Sukuna fucked me through my orgasm. Another hand snaked its way between us to grasp my throat. Squeezing the sides, they chased their own orgasm as I grew lightheaded from the pressure.
Their hips faltered, thrusts losing their rhythm, as thick, warm liquid shot into me. The feel of him throbbing inside me sent me into another, smaller orgasm. Yuuji shuddered above me as we came together.
We laid there, panting and holding onto each other. He pulled back enough to look down at me, brushing hair out of my face and pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek, before rolling us over.
I moved my hands out from under him to rest on the ground beside his head. Leaves and branches crunched as we caught our breath.
Gojo ran his fingers up Yuuji’s balls, along the base of his shaft, to where his still hard length was nestled inside me. I whined and glanced back at him while Yuuji groaned softly.
Blue eyes watched our reactions with a smirk. “Ready for round two?”
Yuuji’s erection twitched as I nodded weakly in response.
Queen Snow - Queen of the Ice Kingdom. Focused on training her kids on royal life, especially her two daughters.
King Slick - King of the Ice Kingdom. Not always present due to being in charge of the icewing’s military, which has needed more attention as of late because of tensions with the skywings. Long-standing champion of the icewing circles.
Opal - Middle child and Princess of the Ice Kingdom. Has no interest in being a royal, and instead wants to be a guard. At first she wanted to be a guard for the icewings, but with so many pent up feelings about the icewings and her family, as well as learning from a young age that the strongest should be revered and served, she wants to serve the skywings instead.
Opal’s older brother - Has the most pressure put on him due to being the eldest and only male heir. Has big shoes to fill due to his parents’ high expectations and his father’s grand achievements.
Opal’s younger sister - Is in love with the idea of being a princess. Doesn’t fully understand the weight of the role yet, but pays close attention to the lessons she’s given. Thinks her sister is weird for avoiding her role as princess.
Synopsis: A battle hardened general sacrificed herself to save her people. Encased in stone for thousands of years, Serephina must come to terms with being mated to not one, but four men in a world she no longer recognizes.
CastAway (JJK Fanfic Series)
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Synopsis: Yuuji and Callie meet Nanami, who takes them to a cinema where things don't go as expected.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
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Twisting as I fell, I managed to land on all fours only to get kicked in the ribs. The force of the kick sent me onto my back. Luckily, I was able to see Sukuna aim for my head and managed to roll out of the way, scrambling back to my feet.
Fueled by pain, frustration, and rage, I somehow managed to tap into the lighter half of my power. Shifting to the side to avoid Sukuna’s next punch, I funneled all my strength into my fist and hit him in the chest with a blinding flash of white light.
My feet were rooted to the ground as I watched in horror while he flew backwards.
The sound of him crashing into a tree snapped me out of my daze. My feet moved before I knew what I was doing, or where I was going. The seconds it took me to reach him felt like hours as I watched him crumple to the ground.
His body laid nearly flat on the ground, his shoulders leaned against the tree he hit with his head slumped forward. My hands instinctively flew to his chest, feeling him over for damage. He grasped my arms, using me to steady himself as he adjusted to rest against the tree in a more comfortable position.
“Good one, little mouse,” Sukuna groaned.
I woke from the series of dreams with a jolt and a gasp, my hand flying to my chest above my racing heart. My sudden movement must have woken Yuuji, he rolled onto his side to wrap his arm across my chest. When I took a steadying breath and turned to face him, it was Sukuna looking at me with concern in his four red eyes.
“What’s wrong, pet?” He asked while pulling me closer.
Glancing over his shoulder to see Gojo had already left for the day, I relaxed into his arms and pressed my head to his chest. “Bad dreams.”
Sukuna tightened his hold on me, tucking my head under his chin. His fingers gently ran along the length of my spine. When he reached the small of my back, he retraced his movements.
Lying in his arms, all I could think about was my conversation with Getou and the questions I was left with. Was he right when he said Sukuna wanted me to be his queen? Would he, did he, listen to me? He promised to protect me until he was whole, but it was impossible for Getou to know that.
When he made the promise, I thought it was a trick. I was certain he’d try to kill me again the moment the promise was fulfilled, but now, I wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t said a cruel word nor raised a hand against me since, apart from our sparring match. Even then, I could tell he was holding back.
He riled me up and gave me a challenge, but I never felt malicious intent from him. It didn’t feel as if he was holding back due to the promise. It seemed like he genuinely didn’t want to see me hurt.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Sukuna’s question pulled me from my thoughts, back to the present.
I shifted to look up into his eyes. They were pulled together slightly. As I considered his question, he gently brushed my hair out of my face.
“Do you love me?” I blurted out without thinking.
He froze, his fingers in my hair and red eyes trained on my face. After a few moments, he blinked and dropped his hand to my shoulder.
“I don’t know what love feels like,” He admitted. Noticing my expression fall and gaze drop to his chest, he cupped my chin and turned me to face him again. “But, your description the other day … it fits.”
His hand brushed along my neck to my shoulder, down my arm, to grasp my hand and place it over his heart. I could faintly feel it beating steadily under our hands.
“Sukuna-”
“Be with me.” He interrupted before I could say anything else. His eyes burned with determination, and a decision he wasn’t sure about until now. “Join me, and stay by my side. Be mine.”
“Sukuna, I-”
“I know you care for Yuuji and Gojo, I’m not asking you to leave them.” Rough, calloused fingers caressed my cheek before settling under my chin, keeping my gaze locked on his.
“Then, what are you asking?” I gazed up at him as he opened his mouth to speak, wondering if Getou was right.
A sharp, quick knock at the front door interrupted him. It was Ijichi, here to collect Yuuji and I for the day. Sukuna glared at the bedroom door before sighing and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“We’ll talk about this later,” He murmured, his body stiffening.
Back in control of his body, Yuuji squeezed me tightly, comfortingly, before letting go and getting out of bed. The two of us rushed to get ready, eating quickly, before leaving with Ijichi.
I tried to listen as he explained what we were doing today, but all I could focus on was how it seemed Getou was right about Sukuna. He did a terrible job of showing it, but the curse cared about me, in his own way.
As we drove through the city, an unmistakable, cold heaviness hung in the air. It grew stronger as Ijichi drove.
“Stop the car!” I shouted, jerking forward until my head was between the front seats.
“What?” Ijichi glanced over at me, starting to tremble from my outburst. “Here?”
“Yes, here! Do you remember what happened the last time you didn’t stop fast enough?” I demanded, preparing to hit the brakes myself.
“I remember,” He answered warily, slowing down and bringing the car to the curb.
The moment the car was stopped, I jumped out and bolted, following the cursed energy. What was a special grade doing in the middle of the city? Why were we investigating a high school student with a special grade on the loose? Had anyone been dispatched to exorcise it?
Hoping I would run into a first or special grade sorcerer, I stopped in the middle of an alleyway. The cursed energy was coming from below my feet. With a muttered swear, I searched the ground until I found a manhole nearby and lowered myself into the sewers.
Once my feet touched the ground, I reached for my power and cautiously made my way through the tunnels. Following the trail of cursed energy, I heard the fight before I saw it. It felt like an eternity as I watched the fight, waiting for an opening. I stayed close behind them, but far enough they didn’t seem to notice me.
Nanami was facing off with a humanoid, scarred curse with long, blue hair and mismatched eyes. He wielded a short, wide sword wrapped in a white and black cloth while the curse manipulated its shape.
Mahito effortlessly elongated his arms to attack Nanami, then shortened them back to normal to block the sorcerer’s attacks. Finally having a moment when he was distracted, I darted in. Reaching for my power, I didn’t have time to care which side I pulled from.
As Mahito held Nanami’s sword in one hand and went to attack with the other, I jumped forward and grabbed his outstretched arm. Using my momentum, I pulled him with me as I dropped back to the ground. The moment my feet hit the ground, I twisted his arm and punched him square in the chest, a wave of pure energy crashing into the curse.
His face contorted into surprised pain before he quickly regained control of himself, his lips curling into a curious, malicious grin. As his skin started to move under my hand, I quickly let go and jumped backwards. I was aware of my soul, but unsure if I could protect it against his technique.
Glancing behind the curse to see Nanami picking up his weapon, I carefully moved around Mahito. As I shifted closer to Nanami, I watched him check his watch out of the corner of my eye.
“Davis-chan,” He addressed me with an annoyed huff. When I glanced at him with a nod, he placed his sword in the waistband of his pants and moved to remove his tie as his cursed energy began to increase. “Unfortunately, I’m going into overtime now. Let’s end this quickly.”
“Hm,” I grunted back in agreement. I didn't want to be here much longer either.
He offered me a quick, supportive nod then we moved. While I attacked Mahito directly, encasing my hands in cursed energy, Nanami darted toward the wall. Mahito seemed interested in what Nanami was doing, but focused on me the second I entered his range.
Exchanging blows with Mahito was difficult and exhausting. Due to his youth, feints worked well against him at first. He didn’t understand how to read my body language past where I led him. And yet, I had to be more vigilant each time he responded with an attack of his own.
With every punch, dodge, and swing, I goaded him toward Nanami. When a loud bang and following crash resounded toward Mahito, he glanced toward the noise. Using the opening, I funneled my cursed energy to my fists and socked him in the jaw. His attention diverted, I kept him in place until darting away at the last second.
As rubble filled with cursed energy fell onto the curse, Nanami appeared at my side. Panting, I looked up at him to see a hint of appreciation and concern behind his glasses. With a short nod and tilt of his head, he led me out of the sewers.
I walked a few steps behind him, keeping an eye on the darkness behind us. I couldn’t feel Mahito’s cursed energy following us, but I didn’t want to risk the curse sneaking up on us. After another glance back, I nearly walked into Nanami.
He stared down at me, his stoic expression impossible to read. Brown eyes darted behind me before his lips pursed slightly. When he reached for my hand, I noticed red staining his shirt.
Swatting his hand away, I felt my face contort into concern as I grabbed his jacket and pulled him to the side. He huffed and tried to push my hands away, but I forced them into his jacket. Grabbing his sides, I felt the warm slickness of his blood seeping through his clothes.
“Davis-chan,” There was a warning in his tone, but I ignored it as I felt his torso over for other injuries. After a few moments, he grasped my wrists and pushed them away. “I’m fine.”
“You’re bleeding!” I snapped back, glaring up at him, but I knew he could see my worry with the way his expression softened.
“Come on, we need to get out of here.” He gently let go of me, placing a hand on the back of my arm.
With a soft huff, I stepped forward, away from the curse and back toward the light outside. Wiping the blood on my hands onto my skirt, I pretended not to notice how Nanami slowed to match my pace. Every time I cast a glance behind us, the back of his hand brushed against mine.
Annoyed with how deep into the tunnels we’d gone and sore my muscles had gotten, I groaned quietly and rolled my shoulders. Normal fights took a lot out of you, but using cursed energy was worse. It usually took a bit before the adrenaline wore off, but I could already feel the fatigue slipping in.
“We’re almost there,” Nanami interrupted my sudden irritability, his tone gentle as he wrapped his hand around mine.
Unsure if the gesture was his way of offering support, keeping me on my feet, or for his own wants, I hesitated for a moment before wrapping my fingers around his hand. As we walked, I realized I didn’t care about his intentions. It was one of the few times I easily accepted it when someone offered me affection for the first time.
With his warm, calloused fingers dwarfing my hand, the rest of the walk into a store’s bathroom didn’t feel as long. When I slipped into the family bathroom behind him, he merely glanced at me while I locked the door.
Not wanting to waste energy trying to convince me to leave, Nanami quickly discarded his jacket and shirt onto the sink. The only reaction he gave his injury was a quiet hiss as the cut stretched with his movements.
“Let me see,” I demanded, my feet carrying me forward as I reached for him.
“I’ve got it,” He dismissed, brushing my hands away.
As he turned to face me, I noticed how close I’d gotten to him. Pushing away my doubts about following him into the bathroom, I glared up at him and refused to move.
“I’m sure you do, but I can help.” Ignoring the way he raised his brow at me, I looked back at the blood running down his side.
Reaching for him again, I swatted his hands away as he tried to push me away. Quickly realizing I wouldn’t back down, Nanami leaned back on the sink while I assessed the damage. It was fairly deep and I was exhausted from the fight, but I was determined to prove my worth to him.
Placing my hands on his skin, I gently held the sides of the cut together and closed my eyes. With a deep breath, I first felt for my own power then reached out around us. Grasping every living thing - bugs, animals, people - near us, I pulled their energy into myself then poured it into Nanami through my hands.
He grunted and flinched as I worked, but stayed still. The heat from his gaze burned into my head as I healed him. Using the energy around us, I forced his muscles, veins, nerves, and skin back together.
Once I was finished, I let out a relieved, tired sigh, and released my power. Swaying slightly from the exertion, I looked up as he gently grasped my arms. He’d taken his glasses off at some point, letting me easily see something in his eyes for the first time.
He was relaxed yet tense at the same time. His expression was soft, gentle, but reserved. His warm, brown eyes shone with understanding, respect, and hint of reverence. It was almost like he was thinking about worshiping me.
One of his hands shifted to my waist while the other gently ran up my arm to cup my chin. With his thumb on my cheek, slowly moving back and forth, he tilted his head in thought.
“You didn’t use a cursed technique to heal me,” His words were phrased as a statement, but there was a question in his tone.
“No, I didn’t,” I responded calmly, resisting the urge to close my eyes and lean into his touch.
“I didn’t believe Gojo-san when he told me what you were.” Noticing the beginnings of annoyance in my eyes, Nanami reassuringly squeezed my waist. “But he wasn’t lying, or exaggerating, was he?”
I slowly shook my head, unintentionally shaking off his hand. Nanami nodded back and dropped his hand to my shoulder. He looked over my head, processing what had happened.
“We should get cleaned off,” I stated the obvious in an attempt to break the moment, but he didn’t move.
As if my voice had brought him out of a daze, Nanami’s eyes slowly shifted back down to me. His grip tightened, but not nearly enough to be uncomfortable. I could see he was still thinking about something, but I couldn’t tell what.
“We should,” He agreed, but it didn’t sound like he’d fully processed my words.
“Nan-” I moved to let go of where my hands had fallen to rest on his sides, but froze when his lips landed on mine.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, smut chapters will have specific warnings
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
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Gojo led Yuuji and I through a series of halls, though they felt more like tunnels, under Jujutsu Tech. I didn’t really understand why we were going to so much trouble to stay out of sight. If Gojo really trusted this person, they could have met us at the safe house.
He still hadn’t told us anything about who we were meeting and why. For once I had joined Yuuji in asking a lot of questions.
“Who are we meeting?” Yuuji asked.
“Why are you introducing us to someone when we’re supposed to be dead?” I shot at Gojo when he didn’t answer.
“Why are we meeting them under the school?” Yuuji voiced my concerns.
“We may be underground, but school staff could be down here. It would’ve been safer to meet them at the house.” I added.
Gojo waved us off, tired of us asking one question after another. For the first time, we were getting on his nerves instead of the other way around. “I won’t be able to lead you this time, but don’t worry. I’ve called in a friend you can trust.”
That was the most we’d been able to get out of him all day, but it didn’t answer any of our questions. I huffed and glared at Gojo, looking past him to Yuuji who shrugged at me.
Gojo stopped before a large wooden door, pulling it open to show a relatively large room. There was a raised, stone platform with a wooden railing at the far end of the room. On the other side of the platform was a wooden wall with another large door.
There was a man standing in the middle of the room. His back was turned to us, but I recognized his jacket and hair. It hit me then where we were, what was going on. I’d gotten so accustomed to living in Tokyo with Yuuji and Gojo I’d forgotten what was going on in the story I’d been dropped into.
Yuuji and I stopped a few feet away from the tall, blonde man. I’d stopped in realization of what was going on, Yuuji seemed to prefer standing next to me than approaching the stranger. Gojo had no such qualms.
He walked up to Nanami as he turned to face us, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders and holding his other hand out in front of his chest. “This is Nanami Kento, the ex-salaryman jujutsu sorcerer.”
“Please don’t call me that.” Nanami rolled his eyes at Gojo’s antics.
Gojo continued introducing him, but his words went in one ear and out the other.
What the fuck had I gotten myself into? It had only been a little over a month since Sukuna killed me and Yuuji, and yet that had been long enough for me to completely forget what we were blindly walking into.
The attack on the school at the exchange event. Getou working with special grades. Who knew what he was planning to join forces with curses? But before that, Mahito. If we were meeting Nanami now, it would only be a few days or weeks before we fought Mahito.
Yuuji almost died in that fight. So did Nanami. How would I factor into this? Would I give us an edge? Or would we all end up in Shoko’s office? Could Mahito’s technique work on me? I could sense my soul, which meant I could protect it, right? Sukuna protected Yuuji’s soul, but Mahito was still able to put holes in him.
“We should greet each other first.” I tuned back into the conversation as Nanami dropped his hands to his sides and bowed slightly at the waist. “Nice to meet you, Itadori-kun and Davis-chan.”
“Oh, yes, nice to meet you too,” Yuuji responded as we mimicked Nanami’s bow.
As if he noticed my mind was elsewhere, Yuuji brushed the back of his hand against mine. I glanced over at him to see him raise an eyebrow in my direction. My brows furrowed in confusion as I tiled my head slightly, pretending to not know anything.
“What’s going on with you two?” Nanami’s tone made it obvious he was annoyed we weren’t paying attention to him. “Are you two dating?”
Yuuji and I turned back to Nanami, my lips parted in shock at what he’d asked. I glanced over at Yuuji then back at Nanami and over to Gojo, silently asking our sensei for help. He shook his head at me and chuckled.
“Uh, no?” I answered, looking over at Yuuji again to see a mixture of disappointment and confusion in his cage.
“What?” He asked me, hesitantly wrapping his pointer finger around my pinky.
“Are we?” I asked no one in particular, the question could have been directed at him, Gojo or myself. Unsure how to handle the situation, I intertwined my fingers with Yuuji’s and turned back to Nanami. “We haven’t talked about it yet.”
Nanami didn’t react to my response beyond an almost unnoticeable raise of a brow. “Hmph. Itadori-kun, you asked why I didn’t become a jujutsu sorcerer from the start.”
“Oh, right!” Yuuji sounded excited to finally get back on topic.
“I studied at Jujutsu High, and one thing I learned … is that jujutsu sorcerers are shit!” I couldn’t help but snicker and glance over at Yuuji to see he was reeling from Nanami’s exclamation. “Then I worked at your typical company and one thing I learned is that work is shit!”
“Really?!” Yuuji blurted out, shocked and maybe a little annoyed at Nanami’s words.
“If both are equally shit, I’ll take the one I’m more suited to. That’s the only reason I came back.” Nanami finished his explanation with his arms crossed against his chest.
“That’s dark.” Yuuji leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“He’s right, though,” I whispered back with a shrug.
“Itadori-kun, please don’t believe I’m of the same mindset as Gojo-san. I do trust and have faith in him, but I do not respect him!” Gojo let out a sharp sound of indignation, but Nanami ignored him. Putting his hands in his pockets, Nanami turned around and walked toward the back of the room as he spoke. “I hate the way the higher-ups do things, but I believe in rules and regulations. This conversation is dragging on.”
Nanami turned back around to look at Yuuji and I. “In short, I don’t recognize either of you as a sorcerer. Even if you do carry the bomb known as Sukuna or are a goddess, please make an effort to prove that you are useful.”
Yuuji bowed his head, his fingers tightening around mine as he considered Nanami’s words. “Lately, I’ve been forced to realize how weak and useless I am. But I’ll become strong. I have to be strong, or I won’t be able to choose how I die.”
I squeezed Yuuji’s hand in support and bowed my head at Nanami while Gojo looked at us proudly. Unsure of what to say, I simply met Nanami’s gaze and hoped my expression reflected my own determination to meet his request.
“I’ll make you recognize me even without that advice.” Yuuji’s posture straightened as he regained his confidence. “Just give me a bit more time.”
“Say that to the higher-ups, not me.” Nanami dismissed him.
“Oh, right.” Yuuji sounded disappointed, prompting me to offer him a sympathetic and encouraging smile.
“Frankly, I don’t care!” Nanami announced, finally starting to get on Yuuji’s nerves.
“Okay, I get it!” Yuuji snapped back.
After Nanami left, Gojo led Yuuji and I back to the safe house. He was chipper and talkative again, but neither Yuuji or I entertained Gojo’s antics much. Yuuji seemed to be processing Nanami’s advice while I was focused on the days ahead and why I was here.
The three of us were cleaning up after lunch when there was a knock at the door. Gojo got the door then ushered me and Yuuji out, letting Nanami take over babysitting and training duty for the rest of the day.
Not long after, we arrived at a movie theater. The entrance was blocked off with caution tape while police officers directed foot traffic and kept pedestrians away. Nanami talked to the officers out front then led us into the theater to a section of seats covered in blood and surrounded by more tape.
While Nanami explained what happened and how to see residuals, I focused my vision and uneasily followed the footprints with my gaze. Anxiety started to build in my chest as I thought about what we’d find at the end of the trail. As if he noticed my unease, Yuuji grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers.
When I turned to look at him, he offered me a warm, encouraging smile. Gently tugging on my hand Yuuji led me after Nanami. Ducking under more caution tape, we went down a hallway and up a flight of stairs. Yuuji continued to ask questions, which Nanami politely answered, as we made our way to a roof.
Stepping outside, Yuuji’s hold on my hand tightened briefly before he let go. While Nanami continued talking, I took in our surroundings. Part of the building continued upwards, a small open storage room set into the building, and an overhang at the door we exited through.
While Nanami directed Yuuji to fight the cursed human hiding behind the overhang, I turned to see another crouched above the game on the far side of the roof.
“I’ll take that one,” I muttered at the two men, making my way towards it.
“If you decide you can’t beat it, please call me.” Nanami nodded at me in confirmation, moving to fight the one in the storage room.
“Aren’t you taking me a bit too lightly here?” Yuuji grumbled.
Tuning out Nanami and Yuuji’s conversation, I watched and waited for the creature to make the first move. I knew it wasn’t a person, nor alive, any more, but a chill still ran down my spine at the awkward way it moved.
Its skin had turned a mottled shade of green and yellow, reminiscent of a bruise. Its knees and elbows were bent backwards, hands and feet splayed out. It shuffled toward me on all fours like a crab, but in odd, uncomfortable ways. Rather than speaking nonsense like the other two, it chittered what almost sounded like ‘help me.’
When it finally turned and lunged at me, I stepped to the side, dodging the attack. As it flew past me, I grabbed its arm. Twisting it, I plunged my hand through its chest and pulled out its soul.
A heavy, dark, writing pit formed in my stomach as I let go of the corpse and inspected what I held. Souls were supposed to be perfect spheres. Humans were a mix of black and white while curses were all black.
This … this was a swirl of shades of grey and misshapen. It looked like someone had failed very badly at making a ball out of clay. It was more of a rounded cylinder with lumps and bumps all over.
As my unease grew, I silently prayed, ‘Hades, help me. What is happening? Why am I here?’
Turning the soul in my hands, I softly whispered to myself and the gods, “How can a curse do something like this?”
“What is it?” Nanami asked from behind me.
I’d been so focused, I hadn’t noticed him and Yuuji approach me. Nanami stood behind my right shoulder while Yuuji stood to my side, slightly in front of me.
“I - I don’t know,” I answered, concern and confusion in my voice. “Its soul, I think, but it’s all wrong, discolored and misshapen.”
“It’s not a curse, is it?” Nanami asked, his tone cold and even. Either he was very good at masking his emotions, or he’d already realized what was going on.
“No,” I responded flatly.
“What?” Yuuji blurted out, shock and concern in his voice. “What do you mean it’s not a curse?”
“They’re human.” My lips flattened and jaw tensed as I looked up at him. “Well, they were before they were cursed.”
“What are you talking about?” Yuuji glanced between Nanami and I, hope we were wrong or lying in his gaze. “Did we just-”
“They were already dead,” I cut Yuuji off before he could spiral into guilt. With a soft sigh, I gazed at him apologetically and shifted so I held the transfigured soul in one hand.
“Human souls look like this,” I explained while summoning an illusion of a human soul in my free hand. It was a perfect sphere roughly the size of a softball with moving swirls of white and black. It wasn’t perfect, no illusion was, but souls were complicated. Each person’s was different, the ratio of light to dark and the way the two mixed never the same.
“Curses like this,” I continued, changing the color of the orb in my hand until the white was completely overtaken with darkness. After a few seconds, I dropped the illusion and cradled the grey mess in my hands. “But this …”
“Is all kinds of fucked up,” Yuuji offered.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
Finally crushing the soul, I released it from its pain and hopefully granted the person peace, but I doubted they would find the afterlife. Humans were found by Charon and judged by Hades based on the quality of their souls. These transfigured humans were most likely condemned to eternal nothingness.
Nanami called another sorcerer to take the transfigured humans’ corpses to Shoko then escorted Yuuji and I home. The walk back to the safe house was quiet, for once. Nanami didn’t try to force conversation. He respected mine and Yuuji’s silence while we processed what happened.
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, soft Sukuna turns into normal/rough Sukuna, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, hair pulling, biting/hickeys, manhandling, choking, breath play, cervix kissing, size kink, cream pie
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
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Sukuna wanted the same things I did. He wanted someone to touch him, love him, hold him close and never let go.
But that was only the edge of the coin.
While deep down I wanted someone I felt safe enough with to let them dominate me, he wanted to be the one in control. My desire for submission perfectly contrasted with his need for domination. Sukuna craved someone who trusted him enough to willingly place their life in his hands. Someone whose life he’d burn the world down to protect.
That was the key, wasn’t it? Trust. Something I thought I could never place in him. And yet, the promise he made urged me to do exactly what he wanted. Trust him to protect me.
“Fuck,” Sukuna grunted into my ear as the shower turned off.
We both glanced at the closed door, knowing we were almost out of time. It could take Gojo anywhere from ten minutes to thirty to finish his morning routine.
Sukuna’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head down to the pillow until our eyes met. Rampant lust, desire, passion, and . . . love burned in his gaze.
It was as if a switch turned in his mind as the realization we could be caught at any moment sank in. His body pressed down, draping over mine, until his lips brushed against my ear. “Can he hear us?”
“No,” I responded while tightening my hold on him with my feet draped over the backs of his thighs.
“Good,” He growled into my ear before pounding into me with renewed vigor and strength.
A sharp cry left my lips as my back arched, hips raising into him. While I succumbed to the pleasure he subjected me to, Sukuna ran his lips down my neck. My head involuntarily shifted, turning to the side to give him easier access. I gasped out a whine as he dragged his teeth along my skin, biting and sucking until he was satisfied with the marks he left behind.
After he left a trail of bruises, one of his hands traveled down my side, stopping at my hip. After another sharp thrust, he dug his fingers into my hip, pulled out of me, and flipped me onto my stomach.
He effortlessly forced his entire length back into me, the hand on the bed sliding under me to grasp my throat. His fingers squeezed the sides of my throat while he pushed my head back into his chest.
“Deep breath, pet,” He murmured into my ear, waiting until I sucked in a shaky gasp, before moving his other hand to cover my mouth and nose.
I whined and whimpered into the palm of his hand as he cut off my air supply, eyes rolling back as he thrusted into me faster and harder than before. His calloused hands dug into my skin, his chiseled chest pressing into my back, as he chased his own high.
Each powerful thrust pushed me further into the bed and his hands. Every time his hips snapped into mine, he ground against my walls and rammed into my cervix.
As my eyes started to fall shut, vision growing black and spotty, he removed the hand covering my mouth and nose. He slowed his pace while I caught my breath, letting me adjust to being able to breathe again.
“Easy, kitten,” He purred into my ear while I gasped.
When I was almost able to breathe smoothly again, he renewed his ruthless pace. His hand snaked down under my body until his fingers found my clit. While he pounded into me quickly, each thrust harder and faster than the last, he pressed his fingers into my clit and rubbed in small, fast circles.
Within seconds my walls clamped down around him, hips bucking into his, while he held me steady with the weight of his body on mine. Sukuna groaned into my ear as I came around him, his fingers maintaining their speed and pressing harder against my clit. He rubbed me through my orgasm, prolonging it and immediately bringing me into another.
My head tilted back, pressing into his chest as my lips parted in a silent scream. With one hand on my throat, the other on my clit, and his heavy body on mine, he trapped me under him. I lost count of how many times he made me cum. Unable to escape his ruthless pounding of my walls or his fingers between my legs, my body shook uncontrollably under him.
Sukuna’s hips began to falter, his thrusts gaining strength and losing rhythm, as he neared his own climax. He grunted against my ear as my prolonged, back to back orgasms caused my walls to pulse around him and my hips to buck into his.
Without warning, the hand around my throat moved to cover my mouth and nose. I grasped the wrist in front of me with one hand, reaching behind to tread my fingers through his hair with the other.
“Fuck,” He panted as his erection throbbed, shooting out white, thick, hot cum into me.
I groaned into his hand, pressing my hips into his, as the feeling of his release caused me to climax again. My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling another grunt from him as I unintentionally pulled.
He let go of my face as we relaxed into the bed, his hand lowering to cup my chin and turn my head towards him. The hand between my legs moved to rest on the bed, his body lowering further as he rested on both forearms. Sukuna brushed his lips against mine, caressing my cheek with his thumb, before collapsing beside me on the bed.
The hand holding my chin released as he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. My head rested on his bare chest, his fingers tracing invisible lines on my skin while I ran my own along the tattoos on his chest and stomach.
“Pet?”
“Mm?” I responded absentmindedly, running my fingers down the lines on his abdomen then back up on the other side.
Sukuna huffed softly, grabbing my hand as I started to trace the marks on his chest. Realizing he wanted to ask or say something important, I looked up to see his brows furrowed and lips pursed in thought. Four red eyes focused on mine as he considered what he wanted to say.
“What does love feel like?” His tone was calm and stoic, there was intensity in his gaze.
“Um,” I hesitated before answering, looking over at the wall across from us as I thought back to my time with Rahim and compared it to how I felt with Sukuna. “It feels like a fire deep in your chest. One that burns deeper, brighter when you’re with someone you care about. You’d do anything to make them happy, even at your own expense. You’d die for them, kill for them, protect them at all costs. And if you’re lucky, they’d do the same for you.
“Sometimes it feels like you can’t handle how much you care about them. It makes your chest ache and tighten when you think about them. You feel empty when they’re not with you, like a part of you is missing when they’re gone.” I looked back at Sukuna as I finished speaking.
His expression was the same, but there was a new understanding in his eyes. He nodded and kissed my forehead tenderly, his arm around my waist tightening, before his body stiffened.
When he relaxed and pulled away, it was Yuuji grinning at me. He pulled me onto his chest as the door to the bathroom finally opened. Yuuji protectively squeezed me and wrapped his legs around mine. He let out a joking growl at Gojo, prompting me to turn to see Gojo smirking at us.
“So? Did you make a decision?” Gojo asked as I relaxed into Yuuji’s embrace.
Yuuji glanced at me before taking in a deep breath and turning his gaze back to Gojo. “She can fight Sukuna, but only if you agree to step in if it goes too far. And I’m taking over after five minutes if Sukuna doesn’t go back by then.”
“Deal,” Gojo responded with a wink. “What kind of sensei would I be if I said no?”
Warnings: Teacher-Student relationship, canon with a twist, reverse harem, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, violence, major character death, Sukuna and Yuuji swap, exhibitionism, soft Sukuna, MFM, humping, fingering, angry sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal fingering, dacryphilia, cream pie
Synopsis: Calliope, a wolf in sheep's clothing, enrolls at Jujutsu Tech to protect herself from a world she's never seen before. In her efforts to stay alive, she finds relationships that could mend her soul or tear her apart.
Previous Chapter // CastAway // Masterlist
The following weeks were spent beating the crap out of each other. Well, more so Yuuji getting his ass handed to him while I honed my powers. Our mornings consisted of grueling physical training I had not expected of Gojo. The afternoons were dedicated to jujutsu and we fought in the evenings. Within the first week, Gojo found our limits and pushed us past them.
He was gone during the day more than half of the time, but always came back at night. Yuuji and I didn’t slack off despite how easy it would have been without our sensei around. It was the opposite. Oftentimes, we would train together and work harder when Gojo wasn’t there.
Today was the one day a week Gojo didn’t leave the house. It was late in the morning, but the three of us were still in bed. Yuuji and Gojo’s arms draped over each other as they held me, our legs tangled together under the sheets.
I whined softly as the man in front of me stirred. He brushed his fingers along the bare skin of my arm as I buried my face in his chest. His touch trailed back up my arm then down to my waist.
“Wake up, kitten.” Sukuna’s deep voice caressed my ear.
“Mm . . . no.” I grumbled and snuggled into him. ‘How many times do I have to tell you this is dangerous?’
‘You’re getting punished for that later.’ His nails dug into my skin as he nipped at my neck.
‘I know.’ I glanced behind me to make sure Gojo was still sleeping. ‘Don’t avoid the question.’
'You’ve been avoiding me, pet.’ Sukuna grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him.
‘I’m worn out from training and you’ll fuck me all night.’ I stared up into four red eyes filled with longing.
Sukuna’s back was relaxed under my hand as his lips met mine in a soft kiss. His movements languid yet deliberate. He leaned into me carefully so as not to push me into a sleeping Gojo.
‘Not always.’ Sukuna brushed his tongue along my bottom lip.
‘The only reason you’re not in me right now is because we don’t have time.’ I froze as Gojo’s hand slid down to my stomach. ‘You should go.’
Sukuna wrapped both arms around me and pulled me into him. He kissed me with unabashed passion, pulling on my lip with his teeth. His body stiffened around me then Yuuji squeezed the air out of my lungs. The kiss turned demanding and fervent. He held me to him while his lips dominated mine. Yuuji palmed my ass and squeezed, yanking me into him so his erection became wet with my juices as it ground along my entrance.
He forced his hips into mine, pushing me back. My rear pressed into Gojo’s groin as Yuuji continued rubbing against me. I moaned into the kiss as Gojo grabbed my hip and roughly pulled me back into him.
“Getting started without me?” Gojo kissed up my shoulder to bite my ear.
Yuuji’s lips on mine prevented me from responding past a small groan. The hand on my hip slid down to where Yuuji was grinding against me. Fingers slipped past my clit to barely push into my entrance then pulled away, leaving a wet trail along my skin.
I whined and opened my eyes as Yuuji pulled away from me. His hazel eyes were narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down. He grabbed my thigh and lifted it before slamming his length into me. Clutching onto him, I cried out at the feeling of his girth being forced into me. Yuuji held himself there, making me feel all of him, before he began to move. He pulled himself out to the tip then shoved his length into me. Each thrust was a slow, purposeful battering ram.
Gojo rubbed his tip along my ass, collecting my juices. I held onto Yuuji’s shoulders as Gojo lined himself up. A scream tore through me as Gojo thrusted into my entrance with Yuuji. I had never felt so full. With white knuckled hands holding me still, they pounded into me relentlessly. Gojo’s thrusts held the same strength as Yuuji’s and twice the speed. If it wasn’t for their bodies pressed to mine, I wouldn't be able to stop writhing between them.
Gojo wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me into him, forcing my back to arch. I looked through hooded eyes to find Yuuji’s brows pulled together. He watched as he and Gojo rammed into me, groaning each time his tip hit my cervix. Yuuji glanced up at my eyes glazed over with lust. His scowl deepened and he pounded into me with renewed vigor. He thrusted into me each time Gojo would pull out. They filled me fully, completely, constantly. Every time Yuuji ground against my g-spot sent me careening closer to my climax.
His head dipped so his forehead pressed to mine and we breathed the same air. Yuuji raised his leg and draped mine over his. He pressed further into me as he reached behind me to gather my wetness on two fingers and slide them in my ass. Nails digging into Yuuji’s skin, I screamed as intense waves of pleasure crashed through me. I leaned into Gojo as my back arched and body shook. Fluid poured out of me, coating our thighs, as tears streamed down my face.
They groaned as my walls clenched around them and thrusted into me faster. Gojo’s grip on me tightened as his movements lost their rhythm then stopped. He gingerly let go of my neck and rested his hand on my chest while Yuuji pounded into me with one last, hard thrust.
I waited for our breathing to slow before carefully rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling. Yuuji sank down onto the bed beside me with an arm over my stomach. Gojo loosely intertwined his fingers with mine while holding his head up with his other hand.
“I have an idea, but I don’t think you’ll like it.” I glanced down at where Gojo’s hand and mine rested on my chest.
“What is it?” Gojo raised my hand to place light kisses on my knuckles.
I looked over to meet Yuuji’s stare. “I want to fight Sukuna.”
“Yes.” Sukuna concurred.
“No.” Yuuji refuted with a sharp shake of his head.
“I want to try something out.” I turned my attention to Gojo. He always supported me when I had an idea and was encouraging when they didn’t turn out well.
“Today is supposed to be your rest day.” Gojo smiled and kissed the back of my hand.
“I’ll go easy tomorrow.” I suggested with a hopeful smile. I did not want to try this technique after training all day.
“No, you won’t.” Yuuji retorted, pulling me into him.
“Please?” I snuggled back into Yuuji and raised my brows towards Gojo.
“It’s up to Yuuji.” Gojo grinned at me and got up from the bed, retreating to the bathroom.
I rolled over and wrapped an arm around Yuuji. His lips were pursed and brows furrowed. Before I could say anything, he turned me onto my back and climbed on top of me. His gaze was focused on where he was brushing his fingers through my hair.
“I know about you and Sukuna. I won’t tell anyone, but I won’t lie for you when Gojo finds out.” Yuuji finally looked at me, but his gaze was wary.
“How did you figure it out?” I deflected and loosely wrapped my legs around him, letting my feet rest on his thighs.
“I kept waking up kissing you.” He leaned down to press his lips to my forehead when my expression fell unintentionally. “I’m not complaining, I’d just like to know.”
“And participate.” I offered with a sheepish smile.
Yuuji smirked down at me then glanced at the bathroom door. He leaned down while running his fingers through my hair, stopping when his chest touched mine. His hand gently pulled my chin to the side as his head lowered until I could feel his breath against my cheek.
“Sukuna doesn’t try to hide it.” Yuuji kissed along my jaw and down to my neck. “He’s always telling me to touch you.”
“Really?” I whined as he brushed against a spot that made my heat clench.
“Mm-hm.” His kisses grew into soft bites leaving red marks on my skin.
“Like what?” I panted as he paid special attention to the spot he found earlier.
“Hold your hand. Hug you. Kiss you. Squeeze you. Hold you and never let you go.” Yuuji accentuated each item on his list with a kiss on my skin.
“Is that what you want?” I ran my hands up his back to hold his shoulders.
“When am I not touching you?” He slid his hand between my legs and lightly rubbed my sopping heat, groaning into my ear, “Fuck, you’re dripping with cum.”
The feel of his erection on my thigh pulled a whine from between my lips. We both watched as he grasped the hilt and rubbed the tip along my entrance. He placed his head at my ass and pushed it up, collecting his and Gojo’s cum, before entering me.
Yuuji kissed up my neck as his hips met mine. He moved slowly, careful not to hurt me. His arms slid under mine to cradle me to his chest, our breaths mingling and bodies wrapped together. Hazel eyes filled with adoration gazed down at me. His lips met mine in a passionate, reverent kiss while he thrusted into me. Yuuji’s steady pace ensured I felt every inch of him. Every thrust he would hold his full length inside me before moving.
He groaned into my ear and stiffened before his tongue brushed against my lips. His fingers ran down my spine as he grasped my thigh, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. Teeth lightly tugged at my bottom lip, releasing as he broke the kiss. I opened my eyes to see red gazing down at me. My heartbeat sped to an erratic pace as my walls clenched around him.
Sukuna dipped his head down, brushing his lips against mine. Eyes fluttering closed, I eagerly kissed him back. His fingers brushed through my hair, caressing the back of my head as he rested on his forearms.
He languidly pulled his length in and out of me, his slow pace making me feel every inch of his length as it rubbed my walls. After Yuuji and Gojo’s roughness earlier, Sukuna’s pace was tortuous.
“Harder, please.” I whispered into his lips.
He grunted in annoyance before responding. “No.” He accentuated his response by holding his erection still, his hips were pressed against mine, but he refused to move for a few seconds.
“Please.” I whined, glancing over his shoulder at the closed bathroom door.
“No.” Sukuna’s voice held more conviction, authority, and frustration than before.
I huffed softly as he followed my gaze. His brows pulled together before he turned his attention back to me and leaned down until his lips were beside my ear.
“Not today,” He murmured.
“Why?” I asked while creating a sound barrier around us so we could speak freely without worrying about Gojo hearing.
As if he felt the air shift around us, Sukuna pulled his head away from me so he could look down into my eyes. His only response was to thrust into me with less strength but more intensity than before.
I groaned softly as he maintained eye contact while thrusting into me slowly, gently, but passionately. I couldn’t remember the last time someone fucked me in such a way. As he gazed down at me, the look in Sukuna’s eyes shifted from annoyance to reverence.
He shifted to hold my chin steady, not letting me look away as the intensity in his gaze became too much for me.
“Look at me. Hold me” Love me. He didn’t say it, but I heard it in his tone all the same.
The soft vulnerability in his voice sent a pang through my body, making my chest tighten. I wrapped my arms around his back, my hands resting on his shoulders, as he let go of me and lowered his body until our chests pressed together. His breath fanned my hair while his cheek rested against mine.
“You’re a curse, there can’t be anything past sex. Right?” My voice trembled as I spoke into his ear, voicing the words I’d used to maintain distance between us for the past several weeks. The reasoning I’d used in a failed attempt not to fall for the very person who’d crept into my heart and could easily break it.
“I don’t know. I thought so.” He murmured before reaching his mind toward mine and pulling me into his.
He didn’t let me in too far, nor did I press further, but I could feel his jealousy towards the way I was affectionate with Yuuji and Gojo but not him. Despite his best attempts at not falling for me, he couldn’t help it anymore than I could.
