going stupid on captain levi's cock! ₊˚⊹♡ ⇾ might be ooc (soz), lowk captain kink, p in v, etc
“no one said stop. so keep going.”
tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks and onto levi’s bare skin. your thighs were shaking, your pussy aching from the overstimulation as a result of the past two rounds.
you knew levi had inhuman stamina when it came to everything else, so you weren’t sure what led you to believe that wouldn’t translate to sex.
his hands were cold and tight where they held your hips, doing nothing but providing an anchor between you and unconsciousness. he wasn’t helping you move at all, simply just digging his nails into your skin to get you going again.
“i-i can’t,” you whimpered, clenching your muscles to try and obey. “i’m sorry, captain."
levi scoffed at the use of his official title, a single rut of his hips forcing a cry out of you, the tip of cock hitting places you could never dream of reaching with just your fingers. you’d braced yourself for more, but he stilled– one hand released your hip, going up to grip your jaw and making you look at him through bleary eyes.
“you can,” his encouragement was strained, his own composure slowly starting to slip the longer he stayed inside of you without moving. “if you can keep up with me out there, you can keep up with me here.”
he let himself fall back to lean on the wall, watching you expectantly as you panted, thighs shaking as you strained. your legs felt unstable and your brain was practically mush so the second you attempted to start riding him again you only managed to push yourself up not even halfway before you collapsed on his chest.
you whimpered at the sound of him scoffing, your fingertips digging into the skin of his shoulders while you apologized profusely into his skin. “m’sorry, cap–”
before you could finish, his hips were rutting up into you, the length piercing through you again and making your stomach bulge out slightly with his movements. you screamed, thanking whatever gods existed that the stone walls did a relatively decent job at containing the noise inside.
“mmph! shit, captain!” you cried out, gasping as he tugged you closer by your jaw, his composed breath warming your face. your eyes were wide as you stared into his– the slightest bit of desperation masked behind his equanimity.
“stop callin’ me that.”
levi’s grunts blended perfectly with your moans, neither of you breaking eye contact despite the desperate need you had to let them roll to the back of your head. you blinked at him through damp lashes, seeing the slight furrow in his eyebrows whenever you tightened around him.
you could feel his tip just barely graze your soft spot, more tears falling down your cheeks due to the anticipation that he was nearly there. however, when he pulled you into him further, kissing your lips in a confusing rough yet gentle manner, his hips shifted ever so slightly, thrusting into it with such precision that you felt you might pass out.
your jaw fell slack, forehead pressing into his as a small string drool slipped out the corner of your mouth. “levi! fuck, right there, please don’t stop!”
his hand dropped to slap the plush skin of your ass, letting it rest there while he sped up– his shorter stature irrelevant to his strength. he finally let his restraint slip, head falling back onto the wall while he kept his eyes on you, watching the way your eyes had fallen shut, mind completely gone and solely focused on the pleasure only he could provide you.
levi couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face– watching one of his strongest members fall apart on him again was truly the sight.
the slightest ache began to bloom in his legs, the tightening of his muscles not going unnoticed despite the state you were in. your hand came down to his abs, pushing him flush to the mattress while simultaneously using it as support to ride him again.
he moaned out at the pressure on his stomach, letting himself relax as you retook the reins.
“atta girl, just like that, hm?” he praised, starting to lose himself in you. “gonna cum on me again?”
you nodded rapidly, face warm and words no longer an option. levi scoffed, that lazy smile resting on his face knowing your tells.
“keep going. you’re doin’ so well.”
note: OMFG I ACTUALLY START TWEAKING EVERY TIME I SEE THIS MAN LIKE MMMMPGHHG anyway... i'm back! academic probation was NAWT fun but i locked in and everything is fine now :) focus rn is clearing out my requests, but i hope this holds everyone over for now <3, lynn
unsurprisingly, sae was an incredibly active person. if he wasn’t training, he was playing a game. if he wasn’t playing a game, he was starting his mornings with a workout. you loved seeing the results show up.
especially his abs.
“f-fuck, sae.”
his hand held the sides of your waist loosely, the other resting behind his head as he propped his neck up slightly on the headboard of his bed. the morning sunlight shone through his apartment’s window, the golden light painting your body nicely as you rode his abs.
your clit rubbed against his abdomen which was split almost perfectly into six prominent muscles. the ridges of his skin were smooth, but soft as he clenched his core, making your noises grow louder as they echoed off the walls.
sae’s face was almost expressionless except for the tiniest smirk on his face, looking up at you like you hung the stars. his hand guided you, pushing and pulling your hips against him, moans slipping for your lips as he moved you faster.
“so pathetic, sweetheart.” he rasped, sleep lingering in his voice. “didn’t even let me wash my face before you started using me, huh?”
“shut up,” you whined, hips rocking uncontrollably. “you- you pulled me onto you.”
“to cuddle, baby, not for you to ride my abs.” sae chuckled as he sunk deeper into the pillows, letting the hand that held his head come around to play with your ass, his calloused hand gripping and smacking at the skin.
your chest heaved at the stimulation, your body still not fully awake either. your head fell backwards, whimpering as your eyes fluttered shut, letting yourself feel every dip of his abs with every jolt of your hips.
sae moved you faster, slim fingers digging into your hips harshly enough to leave small marks. you let your hands move back, supporting yourself by dropping your palms on the meat of his thighs.
“gonna cum, sae.” you keened, nails digging into his skin as you lost control of the knot in your stomach, your hips moving on their own accord.
he didn’t say anything, just gave you a simple nod as he squeezed your hip, his silent demand to cum all over him.
and who were you to deny your boyfriend?
sae watched with glowing eyes as your eyebrows furrowed slightly, a harsh yet soft moan reverberating from your throat. with one final rock of your hips, your body stuttered as you cried out his name, letting yourself drench his abs as you came.
he guided your hips to a slow, letting you ride your orgasm out against him before you fell forward, your nose pressing against his neck as you panted. he brought his hand to your back, rubbing it slowly as you calmed down.
“you’re pretty when you use me, you know that?”
note: yeah atp i'm gonna write about riding every single muscle this man has... (thigh riding next??)
feel free to request anything and everything blue lock!
⌞synopsis⌝ it’s nerdjo’s birthday and all he wants is… a calculator?
⌞warnings + pairings⌝ nerdjo x reader, pure fluff, none tbh, there's like ONE suggestive sentence.
⌞word count⌝ 1.8k
you’d been waiting for the day to roll around. december 7th. your lovely boyfriend’s birthday.
satoru was by no means normal. cocky and arrogant, walking around campus like he was better than everyone with his straight posture and freshly ironed polo shirts, all while maintaining the title of your university’s valedictorian.
however, when it came to you, he was as sweet as sugar.
correcting your homework in a polite manner, tutoring you in subjects you were struggling in, and even writing the occasional essay for you while you were passed out naked beside him from riding him a bit too hard.
he was your dream guy– well with one tiny issue.
“i’m serious, satoru!” you exclaimed, your impatience growing by the second. “what do you want for your birthday?”
satoru chuckled from where he sat at his desk, putting his pencil down and reaching up to grab your hands as you stood next to him.
“i’m serious, too. i just want a new calculator.”
you frowned, your body slumping as you stared at him disappointedly. “y’know, this is worse than when people say they don’t want anything.”
he kissed your hands as he laughed, standing up and guiding you to lay on his bed. he got comfy beside you, letting you rest your head on his toned chest that he hid under stupid graphic t-shirts and hoodies.
you both lied there as you listened to his heartbeat, calm and steady. satoru let out a heavy breath as his thumb slid back and forth on the skin of your thigh.
“mine's just really busted and some of the buttons are coming loose.” he admitted quietly after a second. “but if you think it’s stupid, you can get me something else.”
you tilted your head up, meeting his crystal blue eyes.
“do you seriously just want a calculator?” you mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling guilty for berating him for his request.
“yeah,” satoru smiled softly, nodding as his cheeks flushed slightly. “but any gift from you is already perfect.”
you pouted, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly, further deepening that faint pink shade on his pale skin.
---
you’d woken up early to decorate his dorm– thankful yet again that he didn’t have a roommate. he was currently finishing up his presentation in his advanced calculus class, and knowing him, he’d be heading straight back to his room after it was over.
therefore, you had approximately forty-five minutes to finish.
you started with the obnoxiously large ‘happy birthday, toru!” banner above his window curtain, trusting his spinny chair not to fail you as you stuck it up with tape.
next, you lined up the bags of gifts suguru and kento had dropped off before they left to the store to pick up the custom cake you had ordered a month in advance.
you frowned at the thought of shoko missing out, something about having a chemistry lab that was worth half her grade, but you knew she’d just cheat her way through it and still find a way to make it for at least the end of the little celebration you’d planned.
satoru wasn’t a big party person– you knew that– but still, you knew there was nothing he loved more than the company of his friends.
after the bags were arranged to your liking, you set your small wrapped box down along with an enveloped letter you’d ask him not to read until everyone was gone.
by the time you had the streamers hanging and balloons inflated and scattered all over, suguru and kento entered the room.
“five minutes to spare! i told you we’d make it in time.” suguru chuckled, setting down the cake on satoru’s desk next to the neatly arranged gifts.
kento shut the door, immediately draping himself on the small couch as he shut his eyes that were undoubtedly sore from rolling them at suguru’s annoyance.
“you were starting to worry me.” you smiled, pulling out your phone to check satoru’s location, his little blue dot showing he wasn’t too far from his building.
suguru’s pat your shoulder, his eyes doing a double take at the gifts.
“did you not get him anything?” he asked, genuine. “i guess you have been with him since freshman year…”
“what?” your eyes widened in confusion as you pointed to the neatly wrapped box and envelope. “his gift is right there!”
suguru’s eyebrows knit, darting back and forth to see if you were joking. “oh.”
before you could question him further, a ping from your phone made your attention go elsewhere.
toru <3: Heading up to my room now. I’ll get ready and we can go out?
toru <3: It’s my birthday so you can’t really say no. :)
“he’s here!” you exclaimed quietly, already hearing his approaching footsteps.
the boys shot up, smiling widely as you handed them tiny confetti poppers and waited for the door to open. shortly enough, you all watched as the key unlocked the door, slowly opening to reveal the birthday boy.
“surprise!” you all exclaimed excitedly, simultaneously pulling the thin string and sending confetti towards satoru who stood at the door with the second biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him.
he laughed as suguru hugged him, chuckling out thank you’s while kento pat his shoulder. his eyes looked straight at you when the boys pulled away, your arms extending as you smiled at him.
satoru lifted you up as his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing his face into your neck and pressing soft, hidden kisses to the delicate skin.
“happy birthday, toru!” you smiled, holding him close.
you could feel his lips curl on your neck before he pulled back to peck your lips. “thank you, sweetheart.”
“okay, wrap it up lovebirds, i’ve been eyeing that cake since we picked it up.” suguru complained, handing satoru the plastic knife and pushing him towards the container.
though it wasn’t a big celebration like most people have on their birthday’s, this was exactly satoru’s scene. a small thing with the most important people in his life.
the boys sat on the couch while you made yourself comfortable on satoru’s bed, eating your slice of cake quietly while listening to their strange conversations.
your phone pinged, a message from shoko.
“oh! shoko’s on her way!” you exclaimed, swinging your feet off the ledge of the bedframe.
“sweet!” satoru smiled, standing and walking over to his gift table. “think she’d mind if i opened these before she got here?”
you shook your head with a smile, kento filling the gap for you.
“she’d prefer if you did that without her here.”
the three of you gathered around him as he opened the first bag, a smile instantly appearing on his face as he pulled out the first gift, a Digimon game for his computer and a stupid t-shirt that read, “I paused my game to be here”.
suguru cackled as satoru thanked him, the two guys dapping each other up before moving on to the next bag.
kento had gifted him a new watch, something he noticed satoru needed an upgrade on seeing as he’d been wearing the same one since middle school– the leather threading and the time being slightly off.
“aw, thanks dude! now i won’t have to check my phone every time to make sure it’s right!” satoru exclaimed, hugging kento obnoxiously.
“you’re welcome.” kento answered, a rare smile on his face as he pulled away.
lastly, your small box.
even though he’d asked for it, you couldn’t help the anxious feeling that brewed in your stomach. your palms had grown slightly sweaty at the thought of him hating it. he’d never been good at hiding his reactions.
you watched nervously as he slid the card to the side, neatly unwrapping the gift. the room fell quiet as the boys stared at the box in his hand, their faces falling in confusion.
you swallowed worriedly, chewing at the tip of your nail as satoru said nothing, lips slightly parted as he blinked, processing what he was holding in his hand.
“is it the wrong one?” you asked quietly, feeling the embarrassment creep through every fibre of your body. “i did some research and–”
your worries were cut off as satoru turned to you and lifted you up, swinging you side-to-side in excitement.
“oh my god!” he shouted repeatedly before setting you down, running a hand through his snowy hair while staring at the calculator with wide eyes.
“a calculator?” they both mumbled, looking towards you then back at satoru who seemed like he was about to explode.
he turned to his friends, “it’s not just any calculator! it's the TI-Nspire CX II CAS!”
it sounded like gibberish to everyone else but satoru, but the guys just went along, joining him in his excitement despite their confusion.
satoru littered your face with kisses as he thanked you repeatedly, your giggles uncontrollable as you tried to push him away.
“yikes, glad i missed out on whatever this is.” shoko mumbled as she entered the room to chaos.
---
later that night, after everyone had gone home and satoru had ordered a real meal for the two of you that wasn’t straight sugar, you found yourself cuddled up with him on his bed yet again, the weight of you above him grounding him like nothing else in the world.
“did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, littering innocent little kisses across his neck and bare chest.
his face was flushed pink as he relaxed under you, a smile creeping back onto his face. “yeah. probably my favorite one yet.”
your lips curled, kissing his cheek before pulling back just enough to see his face. his eyes were downturned and semi-open as he leaned forward to kiss you before settling back onto his pillow.
“thank you,” he sighed. “for listening to me. i know it seems like a bit of a ridiculous thing to ask for.”
“i’m just happy to see you happy.” you shook your head, trying your best not to squeal at how adorable he looked like this. “i love you.”
the words were soft as they left your lips, your fingers pushing stray hairs off his forehead.
“i love you too.” he admitted, tightening his hold on your waist.
his room was quiet yet again as you rested your head on his shoulder, biting back the uncontrollable happiness you felt.
you could feel your body relax, eyes fluttering shut before you heard him reach over beside him, holding up the calculator like it was his most prized possession.
“hey,” he whispered as if not to startle you. “do you wanna hear all the different functions?”
you snorted, smiling widely as you nuzzled your face further into him, opening your eyes to watch his fingers glide across all the different buttons.
he was surprised when you’d sent him a text after your class, an odd request from you of all people this early in the day.
come study with me?
instantly, he shot up from his desk, shoving everything in his backpack and darting out of his dorm room, not even bothering to check if he’d locked the door properly.
you were sat on a bench outside of the library, legs swinging mindlessly as you pulled out your phone, already typing out the text to ask if his lack of response was a no. however, before you could click send, he was panting in front of you, glasses slightly tilted to the side as they slid down the bridge of his nose.
“did you run here?” you asked, tilting your head with a playful, confused look on your face.
he nodded, giving you a feeble thumbs up still trying to catch his breath– his body leaning over as he gasped softly. “got excited.”
you laughed as you stood up, intertwining your fingers with his slightly sweaty ones and pulling him into the library. it was calm for a weekday, only a few lingering people with their nose deep into their textbooks, other just looking to kill time in between their classes.
study rooms were a free-for-all before 2pm, so you walked into a small one, locking the door behind you as you set your bag down on one of the chairs, your boyfriend copying your actions.
“so, what do you need help with?” he asked, opening his laptop and pulling up the folder he’d made labeled with your name, all the previous assignments you’d ask for his help with in the past sitting nicely and organized by date.
“oh,” you blinked, pulling out your tablet and pen. “nothing, actually. i just wanted your company.”
now it was his turn to blink dumbly at you, his brain processing your words slowly. you smiled at him, pulling yourself closer to him as the wheels of your chair rolled quietly along the floor. his face flushed immediately, his eyes darting around the room to avoid eye contact.
“what? think i can’t do anything without your help?” you teased, your hand cupping the side of his face gently and forcing him to look at you.
“n-no!” he sputtered out, tongue tangled with nerves despite it being the same one that was saying deplorable things in your ear the night before. “i just figured you might. most times you ask me to come study with you it normally turns into a tutoring session…”
you chuckled, kissing his lips quickly before retreating into your space again, pulling up notes from your lecture. it took satoru a minute to reboot, his eyes blinking quickly as he turned back to his laptop, closing the folder and pulling up the assignment he’d been working on when you’d texted him.
before he let himself fully focus like you had– your screen split in two as you looked at your notes and the practice problems– he pulled out his phone, swiping to open the playlist you’d made on his phone full of songs you insisted helped you focus better.
he clicked on the first one, shutting off his phone and raising the volume the slightest bit before setting it down on the table.
your eyes looked up towards the noise, then to him. your heart nearly fluttered out of your chest when you noticed the pouty look on his face, heat crawling up his neck as he pretended not to notice your stare, his fingers now swiping at his mousepad while he looked for his sources.
you turned back to your screen, trying to fight the smile on your face but ultimately losing that battle when his hand came down to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing gently on your skin as his expression straightened, finally focused on his research.
feel free to request anything jjk!
note: studying rn and i gave myself a 20 minute break to write this and tbh i might fix the ending later
₊°༺ WHERE OUR BLUE IS MASTERLIST + TAGLIST៸៸ satoru gojo x reader ༻°₊ ｡
˖ ࣪ ‹ (synopsis) 𖥔 ࣪ jjk reader insert; from teenagers to adults, there's always been something between you and satoru gojo. after losing those precious to you, there's only so much you can keep to yourself before you let it spill.
˖ ࣪ ‹ (warnings + character notes) slow burn, fluff, angst, and eventual smut. death, fighting, blood, and more will be mentioned throughout this series! it will follow the jjk timeline, though some scenes and scenarios are bound to change.
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·̩͙꒰ঌ HIDDEN INVENTORY pt. 1 ໒꒱· ﾟ ៸៸ satoru gojo x reader
˖ ࣪ ‹ (synopsis) 𖥔 ࣪jjk reader insert; you're one of four second years at jujutsu high, a grade one sorceress with a cursed technique that hurts you from the inside out. when you're assigned to play babysitter for particular two special grade sorcerers, you find out quickly that a lot can go wrong in a short amount of time.
˖ ࣪ ‹ (warnings + character notes) ࣪slow burn gojo x reader, scenes and some dialogue is pulled directly from jjk s2 ep1, reader is a part of the group, quick paced scenes, mentions of fighting, blood, pain, smoking, death, etc. ⭐︎author notes at the end!
˖ ࣪ ‹ (word count) 3.4k + not proofread yet!
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you sat cross-legged on top of the curse, any part that could hurt you swallowed up by suguru’s controlled spirit, the biggest smile on your face you swayed side to side. your ears barely picked up the sound of the conversation below, but based on utahime’s reactions, you could tell they were picking on her again. poor girl.
“hey!” you called out, getting his attention as he looked up at you with a soft smile. you punched out your fists in fight motions, quietly signaling to him what you wanted.
his expression dropped, shaking his head up at you despite your pouting. “c’mon, sugu! let me rough it up a bit! i’ve got some energy i need to let out.”
and it was true. your last mission had your fingers shaking with how much you’d used your technique.
deferred impact— that’s what your family called it, anyway. in short, any damage dealt to you could be absorbed, stored away beneath your skin instead of being felt immediately. in moments of battle, it was useful. you could expel that stored damage as your cursed energy and imbue it into your handwraps– ones crafted specifically for you by your family – letting them act as a regulator, bleeding that energy into your strikes. it made you stronger, more agile, a harder target to put down.
but, whatever you didn’t release lingered. it settled in your body, compressing and building with nowhere else to go once the fight slowed and there was nothing left to distract you from it. then came the pain. if it was a small amount, it manifested as a constant shock beneath your skin. carry too much for too long, though, it would start to show.
by that point, the wraps stopped protecting you. because no matter how tightly you bound your hands, there was only so much your body could contain before you might as well be rotting in your own grave until some curse picked a fight with you.
suguru let out a sigh, instructing his curse to let loose a little on your command. you thanked him, scooting over to pat geto’s spirit. “let me at him, bud.”
and with that, you stood up, letting it lower its mouth, straightening your legs as you loosened your handwraps, cracking your knuckles before swinging crazily at the non-exorcised curse. you were sure you looked crazy, your fists landing harshly and painfully all with a wide grin on your face, but your body had never felt better.
though you’d hidden it well, you’d been holding in the pain for two days, your muscles aching with every movement.
satoru looked up at your rapid, crazed movements. smiling to himself as he watched. he’d noticed the way you’d been more fatigued despite you trying to hide it, so seeing you let loose made him relax a bit.
after a while, suguru let out another curse, having it pull you gently away and down as the other recaptured the evil spirit. you pouted, huffing as it brought you down, your adrenaline still sky high as it let you go, returning to suguru.
“terrifying, yet beautiful.” gojo grinned, voice teasing. “classic, you know? wayyyy too much energy, but way too reckless.”
you rolled your eyes playfully, shoving his shoulder. “look who’s talking.”
“cute trick.” mei mei chimed in, making your face drop. “but definitely reckless.”
“yeah?” you scoffed, reluctantly turning to her and gesturing at the mess made by her and utahime. “for someone as strong as you, you sure act weak. just begging to be saved at every turn while you drain someone’s pockets by doing nothing.”
“why do anything when good pups like you come to my rescue? win-win for both of us, if you ask me.” she rebutted, fueling the fire of your hatred towards her.
you weren’t sure why you let her get under your skin so badly – maybe it was because she represented everything wrong with jujutsu society. sorcerers like her picking and taking as they pleased, leaving the rough work to sorcerers like utahime – scared, but definitely capable.
“what happened here, anyway?” you asked, deciding you’d argue with mei later. for now, you walked over to greet utahime, placing your hand on her shoulder softly as she continued to hug shoko.
before you could focus on whatever gojo began explaining, you felt a twang in your back, your body flinching before you corrected yourself quickly, ignoring the way shoko side eyed you subtly. mei’s voice broke you out of your focus.
“more importantly,” she continued. “what about the veil?”
oh shit.
៸៸ ⁺‧₊
the news report played in front of you, blood rushing to your cheeks as you saw your figure in the background, swinging at something the camera couldn’t see. thankfully, you were moving fast enough that no normal person would be able to make out it was you. or even human, really.
yaga listed your mistakes, the four of you having gotten so sidetracked that he might as well have sent a non-sorcerer.
“and on top of everything, you forgot the veil and you almost got caught on camera. who’s to blame?”
you and gojo sat awkwardly in between shoko and geto, both of the snitches pointing at you two. your reactions were vastly different. you’d already accepted whatever was coming, your head bowed down while satoru shot his hand up.
“sensei! i’m asking you to stop this hunt for the culprit!”
you sighed, gojo getting a whack to the head while you got a simple, but heavy tsk.
yaga dismissed you all, everyone waltzing out quickly while it took you a minute to recover from your embarrassment before you quickly caught up.
you all walked into the gym, each of you perching around the court. shoko took gojo’s glasses, putting them on and messing around with them. satoru grabbed a basketball, dribbling it for a beat before sitting down with it.
as for suguru, he followed you to the end of it, smiling apologetically as you lied down, tightening your wraps around your twitching fingers.
your limbs sprawled out like a snowflake, your eyes blinking shut when you heard satoru complain, the sound of the basketball bouncing off the freshly glossed floors before being thrown in your direction, suguru jumping up and blocking the ball.
any other day, you would’ve been happy to join satoru’s side of the conversation. you agreed with him, why should you be responsible for the calm of the public? it wasn’t your fault they couldn’t handle the reality of the jujutsu world.
“you alright?”
shoko’s voice was gentle, leaning her weight against the padded wall as she looked at you with harsh worry. you turned your head in her direction, though you kept your eyes shut, nodding.
she scoffed, noticing the way your fingers constantly twitched. “how much of that are you holding in right now?”
“a little.” you shrugged, your voice heavy with a strain that you tried to play off as exhaustion. “nothing i can’t handle.”
“when are you gonna quit making yourself feel better by spouting all this bullshit?” satoru gagged, the tension in the gym making your eyes flutter open, your body sitting up as you leaned back onto your palms.
“perfect time for a smoke break!” shoko pulled you up, dragging you out of the gym with her before you had time to process what she said.
you sat against her legs as she pulled out her pack, fingers wrapping around two of them, one of which she offered to you. looking up at her, you gave her a face.
“no.” you grumbled, eyebrows furrowing.
shoko chuckled, shrugging her shoulders as she put it back in its sleeve, lighting the one in her mouth. she blew a puff out before speaking again. “still on that, huh?”
“i just think it’s gross.” you remarked, leaning off of her and adjusting to rest against the wall. “and so are you for doing it.”
“you’re pickling yourself from the inside out, too. don’t lecture me.” she bit back, taking a longer drag.
the thing about you and shoko is that you respected each other enough to be honest at all times. you’d told her many times that her smoking habit was disgusting, suggesting she should stop before she kills her lungs.
and she’d told you many times that your habit of storing all that damage in you was sickening, especially since she seemed to be the only one who noticed when it got bad.
“whatever. at least my lungs still function as they should despite the fact.”
“reverse cursed technique, pretty girl.” she tsked. “comes in handy.”
you both shared a laugh, her hand coming down to ruffle your hair. you could tell there was more on her mind, but you didn’t push. instead, you grabbed her arm, pulling yourself up before dragging her over to the vending area, inserting 100 yen into the machine, pushing down on the yoguru water and watching it fall.
she walked over to a small table, watching as you stumbled on your feet before you sat down beside her, your face lowering to rest on your forearms, her hand resting on your shoulder. you could feel the way your body slowly felt lighter, and without turning to look at her you knew what she was doing.
although she couldn’t remove it from your body, shoko’s knowledge of the reverse cursed technique had proved to be a soothing remedy for your aches, your body melting into relief before you could even open your drink.
“thanks.” you sighed, letting your eyes shut as you enjoyed temporary cure.
“think they’re fighting in there? like throwing punches or curses at each other?”
you laughed gently, “nah, they make up quick. besides, i don’t think either of them would win.”
shoko tilted her head as she blew out smoke. “what do you mean?”
“they’re two sides of the same coin.” you shrugged. “you can’t have one without the other. they know it, too.”
she hummed, letting you both fall into a comfortable silence. unfortunately, it was short lived. a call of your name making your head shoot up, shoko’s arm falling from your shoulder causing that sharp pain to shoot up your spine.
yaga stood at the end of the shelter, standing straight as he informed you of a new, urgent mission.
you don’t think you’d felt relief like that in years.
instantly, you shot up, grabbing your drink as you hustled over, saying a quick goodbye to shoko as you began walking with yaga.
“what’s the assignment?” you asked, forcing your composure.
yaga sighed. “keeping it short, tengen requested satoru gojo and suguru geto to protect and deliver that star plasma vessel.”
you nodded, your face inquisitive.
“and you will be accompanying them.”
that made you flinch, your face nearly offended but more so confused. yaga’s expression, on the other hand, remained the same, his eyes hardening. it would make sense to send gojo and geto, they worked well together and got the job done. it was never done as requested by the higher up… but it got done regardless.
“but sir, tengen didn’t ask for me.” you said carefully. he hummed in agreement, leaving you blinking at him while your eyes searched for the punchline that never came. “so, why am i being sent?”
he exhaled, slow and controlled. “becuase i don’t trust them.”
you furrowed your eyebrows, a short laugh escaping your lips. “you don’t trust who?”
“satoru and suguru.” he said plainly. “not their strength, but their judgement.”
“they’re two special grade sorcerers. the strongest of our class.” you scoffed, folding your arms. “besides, suguru’s got a good head on his shoulders, and satoru does too when it comes to real danger.”
“they listen when it suits them.” yaga regarded you for a moment, his expression unreadable to the point you thought he was growing upset with you. “they’re efficient, more than effective, and dangerously confident. precisely why tengen asked for them and precisely why i did not.”
you shifted your weight, the earlier relief draining from your chest. “so what exactly are you asking me to do?”
“make sure the mission is completed as instructed. keep the mess to a minimum and only engage with the groups hunting her when necessary. no improvisation, no detours, no personal judgements overriding orders.”
“you’re worried they’ll choose.” you mumbled, letting out a slow breath as you understood what he was asking of you. he didn’t answer, but his silence spoke for itself. you looked away briefly, your jaw tightening as you stared out into the distance. “and if they do?”
his voice lowered, stern and serious. “then you stop them.”
“you understand what you’re asking of me, right?” you said, head snapping back to look at him. “you’re asking me to babysit two special grades and go against them if need be.”
“i’m asking you to remind them,” he corrected, “that this isn’t their decision to make. they were rather upset with the assignment, but something tells me that will change once they meet her.”
silence stretched between you, your sneakers dragging along the concrete beneath your feet.
“they’re not gonna like this.” you muttered, scratching the back of your neck as you fought back a smile.
“i’m not sending you to be liked.” he replied, handing you the location details. “you leave immediately. they’re already en route.”
you took the paper, twitching fingers curling around it as he walked away from you, posture tense and straight like usual. though you swore you could’ve seen the smallest hint of regret in his eyes.
“sir?” you called out, forcing him to pause. “if they ask why i’m there?”
“then you tell them exactly what i told you. i don’t trust their sorry asses.”
៸៸ ⁺‧₊
by the time you’d arrived at the location you were given, you’d wandered on top of a rooftop, leaning your chin in your palm as you looked over the city.
before you could let yourself think, there was an explosion out of a building, a young girl falling limply towards the ground.
typical. wherever satoru and suguru were, chaos always followed.
you didn’t hesitate, launching yourself off the rooftop, the distance between buildings, yawning wide as wind tore at your clothes. you caught her mid fall, the impact slamming her small body into your chest hard enough to knock the breath out of you.
so this was the star plasma vessel. amanai riko.
you twisted sharply, slamming your feet against the side of the neighbouring building and pushing off, using the glass as leverage to redirect your momentum. above, you could see suguru’s cursed spirit flying down towards you.
reaching out quickly, your fingers curled around its tail, swinging up to place the girl in suguru’s arms, letting yourself dangle from his curse. his expression was the epitome of confusion, his eyes shot wide though his mouth stayed shut as he looked down at you.
“what-”
you swung hard, your momentum carrying you in a brutal arc as the curse stabilized, then released just in time to avoid hitting the rooftop, leaving suguru and riko floating while your sneakers skidded violently against the cement.
suguru’s eyes were wide at they tracked from riko, to the shattered glass above, to you – still crouching, chest heaving, and cursed energy flickering faintly along your hand wraps.
“you could’ve warned me.” he said, brain finally catching up.
you laughed breathlessly, shaking out your hands as you stood. “didn’t think you’d mind, if i’m being honest.”
though you weren’t looking at him, you could feel the way his gaze lingered on your now trembling hands, your palms wrapped tightly enough to cut your blood flow off slightly.
and as if your prayers had been answered, another presence hit the rooftop, a Q member emerging from the stairwell.
“let’s go.” he said, followed sternly by your name.
however, you extended your arm out, flicking your wrist to shoo suguru away.
“no,” you chuckled, already moving towards the member who held a knife, his eyes crazed and determined to get the unconscious girl behind you.
suguru said your name again, “seriously, what are you–”
“don’t rush me, suguru.” you said, peeling your wraps loose with practiced ease, the fabric slipping free as the seals along the threading dimmed, falling to the ground.
cursed energy surged, sharp and burning, as they made your hands expel a pink aura, relieved the stored pain you hadn’t been able to release fully beforehand, finally had somewhere to go. you smiled crazily, voice calm and steady.
“just gonna have some fun.”
suguru huffed, taking riko back to the floor that had been blown up, needing to deal with the Q member hanging out up there– leaving you all alone with this one.
he grinned the second suguru disappeared from his view. “good. didn’t want to deal with him anyway.”
you rolled your shoulders as he tilted his knife lazily in his hand, surely feeling big and intimidating. your cursed energy was still bleeding off your hands in faint pastel wisps, begging to be released.
“you’re a student.” he continued, his eyes falling to your feet, your wraps pooled up from where you’d dropped them. “uniform’s a little messed up, but i can tell by the way you’re oozing confidence like you can beat me.”
you didn’t answer, following him as he began to circle you slowly, clearly taking your silence as motivation. “you know, it’s funny. guess you didn’t really think this one through.”
he lunged quickly as the last word fell from his tongue, your body immediately stepping into it. the knife scraped past your hip as you stepped to the side, grabbing his wrist and driving cursed energy straight through the point of contact.
his breath was punched out of his lungs, the pain clean and sharp as you twisted, releasing him before he could land a blow.
“still think it’s funny?” you asked lightly, a soft smile curling at your lips.
his eyes widened, feet faltering as he staggered back. then, faster this time, he stepped again and flashed his blade towards your throat. you ducked low, sliding across the cement and sweeping his legs out from under him.
he hit the ground hard, but you didn’t give him the chance to recover this time. your heel came down on his abdomen, a scream escaping as the concrete below him cracked, your cursed energy bursting outwards in waves.
it took everything in you to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, your body feeling blissful as the release of your technique. truly, there was no better feeling than fighting.
he scrambled, punching at your ankle before you stepped off, letting him push himself away from you as panic finally began bleeding into his expression. you tilted your head, flexing your fingers as the pink glow flared brighter around your hands.
“how about now?”
he snarled, throwing his knife at you as some sort of half-assed last resort defense. you caught it barehanded by the sharp, metal blade, letting it cut your skin for a moment before you dropped it, your blood dripping from your palm.
his eyes shot wide as you laughed manically, your hand feeling nothing as the pain dissolved into cursed energy, instantly being forced outward. the backlash slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the rooftop, his body finally laying limp.
you stood there with a wide grin on your face, breathing heavily as the last remnants of stored pain bled off your hands that had finally stopped twitching. you exhaled, rolling your neck once before walking back to where you’d started, crouching to retrieve your wraps.
you stayed down as you rewinded them around your palms loosely but firm, your movements slower and steadier now that the pressure had eased.
when you stood again, the rooftop was quiet. the faint sounds of life were finally audible to you, your senses soothed completely for the first time since your last mission.
“yeah…” you muttered to yourself. “a lot better.”
note: don't ask me how this came about.. okay fine i'll tell you! literally i was rewatching the hidden inventory arc bc my cramps were killing me and i was like... hey this would be kinda cool as a cursed technique and... yeah. PLUS i'm back to my kny roots with these reader inserts so yay! this will be an ongoing series bc duh slow burn so i hope you enjoy it!
<3, lynn
p.s. to the anonymous telling me to post the chigiri smut I SWEAR ITS COMING I JUST REREAD IT AND HATED IT SO IM FIXING IT OKAY IM SORRY
your hips rolled slowly, soft sighs filling the room as chigiri looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed the slightest bit.
“what’s wrong now, princess?” you exasperated, rolling your eyes at his expression.
he tightened his hands on your hips, lifting you up and dropping you at a faster pace than you were moving. “go faster.”
your lip curled upward, looking down at him in annoyance as you scoffed. “make me.”
in reality, you should’ve picked your words more carefully, knowing that his competitive urges followed him everywhere. even into the bedroom.
before you could blink, he flipped you over quickly, pressing your back deep into the mattress, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a speed that had you screaming in shock.
“sl-slow down!” you gasped, words caught in your throat as hyoma’s thrusts somehow sped up, his movements forcing your bed frame to hit the wall repeatedly, paint chipping on the walls from all the previous times he’s done this.
“jus’ shut up, will you?” he chuckled, letting his face drop to your neck, teeth nipping at your neck eliciting a sharp whine from your mouth. “you can take it.”
you cried out, your nails digging into his skin where they rested on his shoulders, close to piercing him if you pressed down the slightest bit more. his hands tightened their hold on your waist, undoubtedly leaving bruises for you both to find and admire the next day.
the feeling of his length moving in and out of you at his pace had your brain melting, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lay helplessly beneath him, body caged in by his arms.
“fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned, hair strands beginning to fall out of place and sticking to the thin sheen of sweat on his face. you forced your eyes open, shaky fingers coming up from his shoulders to push the hair out of the way.
chigiri blinked at you, his own resolve slipping. but instead of letting you catch it, he moved impossibly faster, your back arching up and pressing your bare chest against his. you whined loudly in his ear, a matching noise leaving his chest as he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours harshly, catching every noise that fell out.
he saw the way your body started to tense, the way your walls clenched around him like they were trying to pull him further in like his tip wasn’t kissing your deepest spot. chigiri pulled away slightly, letting his forehead rest against yours as you panted.
“already there, aren’t you?” he teased, voice rough against your face. you nodded pathetically, head empty as your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging as if you were trying to hold yourself together.
hyoma moaned at the feeling, speeding up yet again just to feel the way you pulled at the strands like you wanted to rip them out.
“g-gonna-” your words caught as he lifted your hips up slightly, changing his angle, cock now ramming into your sweet spot that had black spots appearing in your vision.
“let it out then.” he chastised. “took you long enough already.”
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note: gah damn this diva is hard to write for. i rlly hope this isn't ooc.
warnings: smut! sae bicep appreciation, fingering (fem! receiving), breath play (kinda..?), prob ooc but shush, etc.
wc: 770
“do you ever wish you had like… muscle?”
the question was silly, especially when directed towards sae itoshi. he looked up from his spot on the couch, his piercing eyes following you as you sat beside him, curling into his side, your cheek pressed against the meat of his bicep.
“what?” he gave you a look of confusion and slight annoyance, eyes finding yours as you looked up again.
you blinked, shrugging your shoulders and pressing your cheek impossibly closer to his arm. “i mean, do you ever wish you were jacked? like that teammate of yours with the different coloured eyes. aiku, or whatever.”
were you being serious? your face was literally pressed deep against his bicep which, he supposed in comparison to aiku were smaller, but they weren’t nonexistent, not in the slightest. his body tensed, a heavy scoff leaving his mouth as he rolled his eyes at you, his gaze now deadset on the tv in front of him.
“you’re actually fucking crazy.”
sae wasn’t paying attention to whatever random background noise he’d thrown on, he was focused on the way you shrugged, mumbling something under your breath before letting go of his arm and slouching into his lap.
it had all started as a tease, a stupid tiktok trend you were naive enough to think your boyfriend would be able to call bullshit on the second you spoke.
but oh were you wrong.
your head tipped back onto his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed together as you brought your hand up to curl around his bicep which was pressed against your neck, your head in the clouds each time he flexed it, the muscle putting pressure against your throat.
“sae..” you breathed, your words folding into a moan as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your hole.
“still wanna ask your dumb questions?” he simply scoffed, tightening his arm around where he had you in a headlock.
his fingers moved faster, the wet noises a melody to his ears as it mixed with your whines. “think you’re so funny comparing me to that nobody.”
you wanted to chirp back, dig yourself a deeper hole. but, before you could even form a thought, sae curled his fingers up, the pads of his ring and middle finger plunging deep into that spot that made your vision go bleary with stars.
“shit, sae!” you cried out, dropping your hand to curl around his wrist, hoping to slow his overwhelming movements even if just for a second. he didn’t stop, he simply lowered his head slightly to press his lips by your ear.
“let go.” he whispered, squeezing his arm hard enough to make your eyes flutter shut, your wrist limping down to his thigh. “atta girl. can feel you squeezing around me. you close?”
you nodded as best you could, your movement limited by the way he held you, your mind working overtime just to keep you conscious in the moment. you barely processed the way he nipped at your ear, littering kisses all the way down the side of your neck.
“admit it.”
you made out his words, your face twisting in confusion. “what?”
“admit you were fucking with me.” he huffed, thrusting his fingers impossibly faster. “admit you like my fucking arms.”
your chest was heaving as you began to lose it, your head dizzy from his arm limiting your oxygen. you were fighting to find the words, your hand shooting up to grip his arm, your fingers wedging themself in between to give you a bit of relief.
“love ‘em, sae,” you moaned softly, your words light and airy. “so fucking- big!”
before he could tease you further, one more curl of his hand and you screamed his name, your mind fuzzy as your orgasm hit, your release spilling down his hand and onto his wrist.
you could hear sae let out a breath as he felt you pulse around his digits, only pulling out when he felt you go limp against him.
“did so good, beautiful.” he mumbled, starting to loosen his grip around your neck.
but to his surprise, your fingers tightened around the muscle, keeping it in place and maintaining a soft pressure that had you relaxing into him further, the warmth radiating off of him and onto you. eventually he felt your breaths slow, your body relaxed as you fell asleep.
sae shifted your bodies, getting comfortable on his side as he brought you down with him, his arm still unmoving as he held you, smiling to himself as he felt a bit of your drool roll down his skin.
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