SHORT SCENE / How do the JJK men react when you, their their girlfriend, act like a brat and give them attitude all day?
POV / The two of you have been dating for two years and live together. One day, you are irritated with them/want their attention, so you act like a brat, giving them attitude for the whole day.....
PAIRINGS / jjk men x f:girlfriend reader
TAGS / brat tamer dynamic::established relationship::restraint/pinning::dubcon (if you squint really hard)::implied discipline::power dynamics::open-door(ish)
AUTHOR NOTES / The way I would crawl to Sukuna....after bratting of course, because it's just in my nature ;)
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
He didn't listen. No matter how much you begged, he simply turned his back. The confessions of love spilled from you, promises of being able to fill the void in him fell on deaf ears. You felt yourself drown in more helplessness.
Holding his face gently, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, shoving the fear in your heart down for his sake. A ''tch'' came from him in response, something about him muttering at you being too clingy.
''You won't die right?'' The words were whispered, half-hearted and forced, it was clear to him that you didn't want him to leave but his first priority, his entire reason for existing surrounded that man.
He knew you loved him but he loved the idea of being challenged more. He knew that the King of curses was the only one who could understand him, not you, what would you know about being alone? Only the strong could understand each-other and you said it yourself, you were weak. You wouldn't be what he craves, what he needs and so he turned on you. Seeing him stand tall and proud without you by his side broke your heart.
In a flash, he was gone, running towards his own doom with an eager look in his eye, he refused to live for anything more, seeing and seeking only the thrill and never the impact. You saw him on the screen, mania in all it's glory, taking the form of the most infuriately handsome man you had ever seen.
Sukuna stood there, a shit-eating grin on his face, a sight you couldn't stand to see, pride oozing off the man as if it was some sort of birth right. His true form just as hideous as the stories passed down had claimed. Kashimo had activated his technique, contorting into this hideous beast you weren't even certain was him anymore, his hair shaped into. He has three eyes and his body radiated electricity, the harsh sound crackling through the speakers, both men charged at each-other like animals, trading blows with murderous intent. Kashimo's body contorted in ways you weren't even certain any human should be able to do. He really was battle-hungry as he claimed.
Hajime had confided in Sukuna, telling him all about the emptiness he faced. Sukuna indulged in him, telling him the tale of a woman who claimed to love such a heartless beast such as himself.
''There was once a fool who preached to me about love.'' The disconnect from his own humanity was clear in his tone, he yammered on, taking jabs at said woman, insulting her for holding the false and exaggerated view in her mind.
''She would have been better suited to you or Gojo.'' The wording made Kashimo freeze as he remembered you, the one person who had said such words to him.
''I had one of my own.'' Sukuna tilted his head in curiousity.
''She also told me about love, she had said she loved me, even now she does. She promises that she can change me and my views, that there's more to life than pursuing strength, I don't believe her but I know she does.''
''Why are you here if you're simply going to lament over what could have been. You're strong. Aren't you here to fight me?'' The question snapped Kashimo back to reality, he was strong. The idea of grieving over what could have been was silly.
The fight continued, a higher sense of tension pumping through the atmosphere, you clamped your hands together in some sort of prayer to a divine figure you weren't even sure of. Kashimo was thrown back, his head went first, limbs falling off one by one. You couldn't even recognise the gruesome imagery, that was all of the man you love.
oh em gee I just came across your kashimo drabble and I am going FERAL..nobody ever writes for him 😔
by chance could you possibly write a smut with him involving...electrocution?
∘ a/n: i am lovinggg this kashimo request <3 thank you for letting me write this. this is alot more pwp then i initially wanted so defintely let me know if you want more smut HAHA enjoy anyways sweetie
∘ ft: kashimo
∘ includes: fingering, TENSION
The training room was quiet, shadows stretched long under the dim lights as the clock ticked past midnight. Despite the serene atmosphere, you felt anything but calm. Sparring on your own for awhile, you’ve been attempting to hone in your technique, training tirelessly as the minutes ticked by. It wasn’t like you to be this distracted, but your attention kept drifting to Kashimo, who leaned casually against the wall. He hasn’t said anything to you, only watching with a glint of amusement, as if he could hear your thoughts right at this moment.
Finally, with a dangerous smirk appearing on his lips, he made his way towards you. “You look like you need some help,” he said, voice low and edged. “Why don’t I show you some of my techniques? Maybe that will help you with your own practice, hm?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his comment. “You’re so full of yourself,” you turned to him, jabbing a finger in his direction. “You stand there and stalk me, expecting me to ask you for your help as if you’re better than me or something.”
Kashimo raised an eyebrow, a small hint of a smirk creeping onto his face. “Well, that’s because I am.” He began, “I could easily see that from the way you move. You’re not all that confident with your ability, but that’s nothing some extra guidance can't fix.”
He moved closer, the air growing charged with an electricity that wasn’t just from his cursed technique. “I could show you,” he continued, his tone dropping as he held your gaze. “If you think you’re ready for it.”
Kashimo raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. There was no going back once he started; you knew that. But the lure of understanding his power up close—and the way he was looking at you—made it hard to resist. Slowly, you stepped closer, and with a steadying breath, you gave him a nod.
He moved like lightning itself, fast and fluid, until he was right in front of you. His hand brushed over yours, and he leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. “Good,” he murmured, lifting your hand to press it flat against his chest. A tingling warmth pulsed beneath your fingertips, subtle at first, but as he increased the flow of his cursed energy, you felt the hum of electricity begin to build.
Kashimo slowly raises his cursed energy output, letting faint sparks dance across his skin as he watches your reaction. The tingling intensifies, a warm hum that becomes almost addictive as it spreads from your hand and up your arm. His voice is low, guiding you through it, sensing exactly how much you can handle without pushing you too far.
With one hand still holding yours, he trails the other along your back, letting his fingertips leave a charged path that makes your pulse race. “Still with me?” he whispers, a knowing edge in his tone. He’s testing you, pushing just enough to see how much you’ll take, how far you’re willing to go.
The air between you crackled, the faint scent of him mixing with the heat of your combined energy. Kashimo’s smirk shifted, no longer just teasing but something sharper, more focused. His hand lingered near yours, the faint hum of his cursed energy brushing against your skin like a whisper.
“You’re holding back,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Why?”
Your breath hitched, your pulse racing not from exertion but from the way his gaze bore into you. “I’m not,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady, though the closeness between you made it a challenge.
Kashimo tilted his head, a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes. “Liar,” he said simply, stepping closer. The space between you was nonexistent now, his energy buzzing like static against your skin. “I can feel it. You’re scared to let go.”
You bristled at his words, a flare of defiance sparking within you. “I’m not scared,” you said, though even to your ears, it sounded more like a dare than a denial.
He laughed softly, a low, rough sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Then prove it,” he challenged, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand lifted, brushing against your jaw with surprising gentleness. “Or are you just all talk?”
The tension between you was suffocating, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. Instead, you met his gaze, your heart pounding as you held your ground. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite.
Kashimo grinned, leaning in until his face was mere inches from yours. “And yet,” he said softly, his breath brushing against your lips, “you haven’t moved.”
Time seemed to stop as his eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again. Before you could second-guess yourself—or the charged pull between you—you closed the distance.
Your lips met his, a collision of energy and heat that left no room for hesitation. His hand slid to the back of your neck, his grip firm but careful as he deepened the kiss. The hum of his cursed energy surged, mingling with yours in a way that made your entire body feel alive, every nerve alight.
Kashimo kissed like he fought—with intensity, precision, and an edge of unpredictability. It was electrifying, his cursed energy sparking faintly where his hands touched your skin. You responded in kind, matching his fervor as you pushed against him, unwilling to let him have the upper hand.
When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the charged air, Kashimo’s smirk returned, softer but no less confident. “Not bad,” he said, his voice rough, “but I hope you’ve got more than that.”
You rolled your eyes, though a grin tugged at your lips. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”
Kashimo chuckled, the sound low and rumbling as his fingers brushed against your jawline, trailing heat wherever they touched. “Oh, I will,” he murmured, his voice dripping with confidence. His eyes searched yours for a moment, as if gauging just how far he could push you, how much you were willing to give.
Before you could respond, he leaned in again, capturing your lips with renewed fervor. The kiss was slower this time, deliberate, his cursed energy humming faintly against your skin, making your pulse race. His hand slid from your jaw to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The sensation was intoxicating, the electricity of his touch mingling with the heat building between you.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan that sent a shiver down your spine. His lips left yours only to trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Each touch felt like a jolt, his cursed energy sparking faintly as his fingers traced the curve of your waist.
“You’re full of surprises,” you muttered, your voice breathless as you tilted your head to give him better access. The words barely made it out before his teeth grazed your collarbone, the mix of pain and pleasure making your knees weak.
Kashimo pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his smirk returning, more dangerous than ever. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, his voice rough, his cursed energy flaring for a brief moment, making the air around you buzz. His fingers trailed down your spine, leaving a charged path that had your body arching into his touch.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “But I think I’ve proved my point.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died in your throat when his hand slid lower, his touch firm yet teasing. The electricity between you felt almost tangible now, a steady hum that made it impossible to focus on anything but him.
“Kashimo,” you said, his name coming out as a breathless plea. He chuckled, the sound dark and filled with satisfaction as his lips found yours again, silencing any protest you might have had. The kiss was consuming, leaving you completely at his mercy as the charged air around you seemed to ignite.
Kashimo moved with calculated intensity, his cursed energy still humming beneath his skin, creating a subtle, crackling presence that heightened every touch. His hands cupped your face gently, his fingers brushing through your hair as if grounding himself in your warmth. His kiss was slow, possessive, dragging out the tension between you, leaving no room for hesitation.
You clung to him, your hands exploring his back, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring yourself in the overwhelming wave of sensation. The electric hum of his energy surged through your veins, making your breath quicken, the intensity building with each passing second.
“Let go,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding, his lips brushing against your jawline. “Feel it. Feel everything.”
You gasped as his hands wandered lower, tracing the curve of your hips before slipping beneath your clothing. His touch was both firm and careful, his cursed energy radiating warmth that sent shivers down your spine.
“Please,” you whimpered, your voice hitching as he gently pulled you closer. “I can’t—”
But Kashimo silenced you with a deep, searing kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with possessiveness. His hand slid further, exploring every inch of your body, his touch demanding but never rough. The sparks of his energy felt like fire, creating an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and need.
“You can,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Let me take you.”
With each touch, his cursed energy surged, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. You felt it—every jolt, every wave of heat and electricity—coursing through your body, making your senses spiral. The pressure between you was unbearable, and you could no longer hold back.
“I—” you started, but Kashimo placed a finger against your lips, silencing you once more.
“Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “Let me.”
And with that, he pressed into you, slow at first, letting you adjust to the electrifying sensation of his cursed energy. Every movement was calculated, every touch gentle yet unwavering, as if he was savoring every moment. His lips returned to yours, the kiss growing deeper, hungrier, as his fingers moved within you.
The world faded away, leaving only the feel of his body against yours, the spark of his energy, and the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you both. He was lost in your gummy walls, loving the way your body withered against him. You were lost in him, in the electrifying connection that tethered you together, unable to escape the pull of his power or the need that burned between you.
In that moment, you knew there was no turning back.
kashimo fluff i think. trying to force myself out of my block sorry if this is shitty LOL. i miss my wife
coming down from the high of something so intimate so calmly is something kashimo is so, so unused to. to be held and cooed at by someone he just thoroughly explored inside and out is unfamiliar territory he doesn’t quite know how to navigate yet despite over 400 years on this planet.
you’re panting, still trying to fully recuperate yourself after the pure bliss you put eachother through. nobody knew your body better than him and nobody knew his quite like you did. it was wonderful.
your slightly trembling hands trail down his body, not to begin anything again but to explore, trailing and tracing along scars that could be hundreds of years old. some more recent, some centuries old knowing him. some small, some large and jagged. there’s times you want to question each and every one of them. the questions lingered in your mind every time you saw them, but you decide to save them for another, less intimate time.
kashimo is not fully sure he’s on the same plane as you right now. for the last few minutes he’d been staring straight at the wall ahead, deep in thought. you wonder what it is that’s got him so lost, but you can only assume he takes a small bit of time to process everything when it is all said and done. to most, it’s unlike him. unlike the man most knew to be eccentric and so fiercely, stubbornly arrogant. but you knew him past that, oh how lucky you are.
how lucky are you to be holding him, eyes taking in all of him, the man who knew you body and soul. inside and out. the privilege of being able to look at and fully take in what no one else quite knew just the way you did.
who else quite knew about the deep, lightning shaped scars permanently formed in the skin of his arms and back. the multitude of scars from centuries of fighting that littered nearly every corner of his body. somehow they reached nearly everywhere but his stupidly pretty face.
your hands are gentle. wanting. not out of lust at the moment but genuine curiosity and what he could finally deem in his mind as love. he is loved and he returns it in full force. his love is allowing you to know him vulnerably, a way no one else knows or frankly ever will.
after a long period of silence filled with nothing but your joined breathing, he turns onto his side facing you. he looks.. tired. fulfilled. and you love to see it. a stupid, dopey grin crosses your face and your arms open, taking him in. and his breath hitches at the feeling of it all. it’s warm and he’d never wanted something more in his life.
sure, his focus for the past quadricentennial had been a stronger opponent, something to satisfy his never ending hunger for something more, something equal. but maybe this is what it felt like. there was no rush of adrenaline from it or something that sent him into that electrifying state of fight. but it felt good. he felt needed. loved.
his arms found his way around your body, still heavily breathing. your chest was pressed directly to his. heart beating directly onto his. if he could spent the rest of his life right here he thinks he would. oh how loved you are and oh how loved he is.
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hi! yay i wrote finally fuckkkk😭😭😭😭😭😭this is short but eeeeh. i miss you guys. i believe kashimo is all tough shit until he gets all mushy and intimate with someone he truly likes. loves. whatever! not any speaking in this really. sorry I hate writing dialogue most of the time. I believe he gets all quiet and in thought after sex.
this is kinda self indulgent lawl.. little bit of a head canon in there of my own. lichtenburg figures are sick as fuck and remind me of him heavily. they’re usually temporary but i like to imagine he has them permanently since it is a part of his body/power.. fluffy pathetic kashimo anyone.
kashimo's always been reckless, especially whenever he's slotted into his favourite place in the world. right between the plush flesh of your thighs.
you had never expected him to be, because for the longest time, you had amusedly watched as the tips of his ears would flush pink, ivory skin mottled red as kashimo coughed and kneaded at the back of his neck. the medieval sorcerer being surprisingly prudish to the concept of anything intimate, that is, until . . he got his first taste.
and he's just so fixated. so unflinchingly devoted to the slick, twitching mess of you. it's visible in the way he presses pale lips to the inside of your thighs, sharp fangs tucked away lest they pierce and puncture.
you can see jus' how desperate kashimo is to dip your hips into his mouth, from the way he nudges your knees open wider with his chin. like you're a book he's desperate to study front to back, cover to cover, to memorise every sopping fold that oozes translucent slick over his slender fingers.
"you're already shaking, little dove," kashimo murmurs, voice thick and raspier than his typical snide tone. cyan eyes flashing with unbridled desire as he drags his electric gaze across your soaked cunt.
the sorcerer's grinning when he says it, that little flash of mischief tucked behind the sharp tip of his tongue, as though he knows exactly what he's doing to you. and worse? he knows that he's only just begun.
". . hajime, i –" you whisper, breath hitching when he brushes the very tip of his shapely nose against your inner thigh. pressing his lips to your skin in a way that blooms a fresh bruise that you'll marvel at tomorrow.
the sorcerer's gaze flickers up, jewel-turquoise eyes ringed by lashes of the very same shade. the effect is almost disconcerting, but fascinating all the same.
"mhm?" kashimo's voice is airy, distracted. and he's far too busy mouthing along your skin, open-mouthed kisses soaking into your flesh like he's trying to leave a trail, some path back to you, in case he ever gets lost, "you nervous?" he grins, "don't be, i'm not."
yeah, hajime kashimo never gets nervous. or apprehensive. you've yet to introduce him to every wonder of the modern world that the edo period lacked, but you know that if you dangled him over the edge of the mariana trench, he'd probably excitedly ask you to just drop him right in, just for fun . . . and right, where were you?
the moment kashimo finally presses a tender, leering kiss to your cunt, soft and slick, your body tenses with a gasp. and marble-sculpted hands tighten at your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin. keeping you open and steady. he hums, as though he's just tasted ambrosia.
"ouh, wait. ." he mutters, "that's, that's good. keep 'em open for me, little dove, i like that."
and kashimo's messy with it, shameless. his eager tongue laps through your glossy folds, slow and steady, as though he's trying to memorise the way you taste, every twitch of your thighs alongside him.
and you can only jolt beneath him, your hand blindly groping out to curl into the soft strands of his teal hair, latched right around one of the knots he pulls his hair up into.
kashimo just groans, lips dragging up to your throbbing clut, suckling the nub with a soft, wet sound that echoes in the space between your legs.
". .there she is," kashimo reverently whispers, half to himself, half to the trembling, quivering mess of your swollen pussy, "you gonna' cum just from this? just from my mouth, sweet thing?"
and what else can you do, but choke on your reply? fingers threading through blue-green strands, already damp with exertion. and he's moaning at that, a grunt that gives way to a needier, unabashed sound. as though you're the one pleasuring him.
"if i had known that you'd like it this much. ." his tongue teasing at your clit in lazy circles now, deliberately slow before laving down to part your sticky, messy folds, "like me right here?" gentle breath fanning over your folds, hot and uneven. and you can nearly sob when his eager lips wrap around you once more, right over the throbbing pulse that jumps up and down.
"say it, wanna' hear how much you like it."
you can only nod, desperate. angling your hips just so, in a way that slick pools and trickles, and he shakes his head to side to avoid wasting even a drop. but there's just so damn much. .
kashimo lifts his head just enough to look you in the eyes, chin gleaming with spit and slick, lips swollen pink and tacked with your arousal.
"hey, what did i jus' say?" he's slowly inching the very tips of his fingers into your glossy entrance that's winking up so prettily for him. "use your words, little dove. don't make me ask twice."
"y-yes," you pant, eyes fluttering as stars begin to prick at your vision, feeling kashimo's digits press and meld to every crevice of your gummy, sticky walls. searching eager for that sweet spot, "yes, i like it. i l-love it when you – . ."
that's all kashimo really needed to hear. there's a faint jostle in the bouncy mattress beneath you, and you have no doubt he's probably rutting himself up against the soft bedding. eager to chase some friction of his own beneath the thick weave of his ivory martial pants.
the sorcerer eats as though he's starved, sucking your clit like air is a mere second priority to him. licking into you, greedily pummelling his fingers into you, and curling them against the rough patch towards your abdomen that makes you squeal.
you can hear the god of lightning groan, pant against you as though it's euphoric, hands bruised into your thighs. and you're already tipped over the edge, hips stuttering, mind startlingly blank. mouth parted in a soundless gasp as your brows knit together.
but. . just before that sweet release knocks on the door, kashimo pulls back slightly. fingers still curled and oodling pretty, sloppy patterns in you. but that searing gaze is trained up at you, through half-lidded, ruined eyes.
"you better cum, better make a fuckin' mess," kashimo breathes, slick strands of your arousal clinging to his lips as they part, "all over my face, can you do that? mhm, can you do that for me?"
when kashimo has his mind set to pleasuring you, it's never casual. never tame, never a favour. not a warm-up, nor a means to an end. the tip of his nose bumps right up against your pulsing, swollen clit, you can hear the sorcerer mutter, almost to himself, like a vow, "gonna' have you on my face next."
kashimo hates being vocal. he feels.. awkward, too loud, too vulnerable. too embarrassing.
it feels good. god you feel so good, it’s something he’s not used to. how could somebody, you, take noises out of him he didn’t even know he could make? the only solution was to bury his tensed face into your neck, panting and biting onto anything he could.
you sounded perfect, each hitched breath and sharp gasp made his whole body shiver. he couldn’t stop, not even if he wanted to. his hips moving in a constant back-and-forth. it was heavenly, maybe too good. that was just the problem. the constant stream of pants and groans being ripped from his throat to him was nothing short of embarrassing, pathetic almost.
you could tell, he was easy to read, you knew how he was. knew how much he despised vulnerability. but god you wanted more out of him so badly. more of his bitten back moans and grunts he was embarrassed of.
“c-come onn hajime, you’re too quiet, cut it out.” you groaned, attempting to yank his head from the crook of your neck to no avail. dead-set on muffling himself by biting down and moaning into your neck. you were being as loud as you pleased, he made you feel great and you expressed that, why couldn’t he? almost made you feel bad if you didn’t know he was holding back.
he lifted his face from your neck, just hovering over it to speak, heavy, shaky breaths landing on your sensitive neck in a pattern. moving to hoist your legs over his broad shoulders, hitting agonizingly deeper.
“you- hnghh.. are so infuriating.” he groaned out, his hands on the sides of your head grabbing desperately at the pillows, some sort of relief from how fucking good everything was. the nonstop drilling of his hips into your own was tantalizing.
you were faring no better, really. each calculated thrust was beyond mind numbing, drool worthy.
“i didnt- hah! say anything i just want you to stop holding back.”
your words made him stop, just for a second. his eyes shocked, almost glowing. a low groan pulled from his throat. the sudden aggressive battering of his hips knocked the wind out of you, sharp gasps and whines mixed in with his own moans. the only possible relief you had was desperately clawing into the sheets beneath you, pressed into a filthy mating press. you might have fucked up just a little.
“you- haaah.. you wanted this. wanted me t-” he cut himself off with a whiny groan, almost nonstop panting as his hips began to stutter, the hands holding your legs trembling and tightening around you. he was a total mess, face contorted into somewhat of a snarl.
his trembling hand found its way down to the between of your legs, figure eights rubbed on your clit that made you jolt up and whine. hips bucking up into his calloused fingers.
“tchh- jus’ wanted me to be rough.” it was so, so very hard to take him serious when each of his words were breathless, almost whiny. both of you were so close, teetering right on that edge you needed to be pushed just a bit further on. your constant mewls and whines pushing him further and closer.
only one- two more thrusts and you’re cumming, hitting you like a tidal wave. loud whines reverberating off of the walls mixed in with his own moans and curses.
“fuh-fuuuckkk.” he panted, cum coming out in thick spurts all in you, his body pressed to yours ensuring none spilled out and onto the sheets. pushing his body off of yours with a groan, laying down next to you like some sort of clingy kitten, both of your chests falling up and down rhythmically from the aftershock of your high.
reaching and turning over to wrap an arm around your waist, a long, held back sigh from him being the only noise to fill the room. burying his face into your neck, his way of keeping you from getting up.
tags; mdni 18+ riding, no plot, p in v, handjob, possibly ooc kashimo, wc 2.4k
a/n: dude it feels like it’s been eons since i’ve written smut so idk how to feel about this. we’ll count this as a warmup/practice for some other stuff i’m working on
If there’s one thing you both loved and hated about your boyfriend.
It’s definitely how can cocky he can be.
Sure you love how confident he gets when he finds a good opponent. That fiery look he gets in his eyes. The overly confident smirk on his lips, like he already knows the outcome of the fight. Watching the way he moves, years of experience in the battlefield, knowing just how to overwhelm his opponent.
God, you love watching him in his element. You’d love it even more if you got to see all those muscles you know are flexing with his every move.
But you can’t complain too much when Kashimo comes home, stripping himself of the thick fabric. The sweat running down his toned body, through the ridges of his abs—down his broad chest that heaves up and down with each heavy breath.
When he gets out of the shower, droplets of water replacing the sweat that was once there. The steam from the shower making the room hotter than it already was, it clings to you. Makes your skin feel warm. Leaving you with an uncomfortable, achy feeling.
Your eyes trail down his glistening skin to the towel hanging low around his narrow hips. They follow the electric blue happy trail that disappears just below the soft fabric. Sometimes it feels like Kashimo does this on purpose—puts on this little show because he knows just what it does to you.
That’s the part about his cockiness that you hate.
He knows exactly how to get under your skin, sending a tingling, throbbing sensation between your legs. He does just enough to get you riled up. Only to leave you wanting more.
You’re so lost in thought, you don’t realize that he’s been calling out to you for the past minute.
Your body jolts, coming back to your senses. You turn towards Kashimo who sits just a bit away from you on the couch.
“What is it, Hajime?”
"You spaced out. Are you even watching the movie?"
Running your fingers through your hair, you turn back to the tv. "Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about something."
Your eyes are fixed on whatever movie you picked out, but your mind is elsewhere. Drifting back to your previous thought, how Kashimo always seems to be the one in control—particularly in the bedroom.
But tonight you really just want to put him in his place—or at least try to.
"Hey, Hajime," you call out softly.
He turns to you. Meeting your eyes, signaling for you to continue.
"can I be on top tonight?" Your face is already starting to feel a bit warm just from asking the question alone.
His eyes go wide for a split second, a bit shocked at your bold question. Eyes trailing back to the tv, he clears his throat,"are you sure you can handle that? You like when I do all the work.”
There it is again, that stupid smirk on his face. You hate that Kashimo thinks he's the one who's in control. But he isn't entirely wrong, most of the time he ends up doing all the work—he is the one with all the stamina though. You both know he can keep going until you both finish multiple times.
Then again, this isn't entirely thought out. Taking him in any other position still takes a good amount of prep—eating you out till you've lost count of how many times you came, using his fingers to scissor you open. It's a lot of work just to take him, but you're determined. Wanting to see him under you whimpering and begging. Tears running down his pretty face.
Mustering up all the confidence you have, determination in your eyes. "Yeah. I'll be just fine, 'Jime."
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Using his long, thick fingers to work you open. Curling them against that sweet spot inside your sopping hole, Kashimo brings you to an orgasm for the second time that night.
Feeling ready, you push him back against the bed, moving to straddle his hips. You place your hands on his abs to help yourself balance, they tense underneath your touch. Sharp, cyan eyes look up at you. The corner of his mouth curving up slightly.
"Giving up already?" The large hands gripping your hips grow tighter.
"Just gimme a sec," you mutter quietly.
This is a bit more intimidating than you initially thought it was going to be. You've never taken him in full like this, it's no doubt going to be a challenge. Maybe you'll just stall for a little bit.
Using one of your hands to run lightly down his happy trail, you stop at the tufts of electric blue hair just above the base of his cock. Taking it in your hand, it's hot and heavy. Throbbing and begging for release.
You begin slowly stroking his aching cock. Starting at the base and working your way to the blushing red tip, leaking milky pre on your fingers. His hips jolt, chasing the feeling of your soft hand.
"S-shit are you planning on doing that all night," voice coming out strained.
The air in the room feels thick, suffocating and you've barely gotten started. But now it feels like you got the upper hand, Kashimo is pliant underneath you. Small whimpers leaving his mouth, he almost looks a bit embarrassed. Fuck, you could listen to those noises all night.
Face flushed a pretty shade of red that travels down his neck and chest. His breathing gets heavy with each stroke, you start pumping his cock faster. Only to abruptly stop at the tip to rub his leaking slit. He whines from how sensitive it is.
You collect the pre-cum, using it as lube continuing to stroke his throbbing dick. Slick, wet noises fill the room making Kashimo's face flush an even deeper red. He brings his hand up to grab at your wrist.
"E-enough of that." His breathing is erratic. "You said you wanted to be on top, so quit stalling."
Your heart beats rapidly—it's loud, you wouldn't be surprised if Kashimo could hear it. He can feel just how nervous you are, body already starting to shake just a bit. You wrap your hand around the base, lifting your hips to line yourself up with him.
Sinking down slowly, the stretch from his cock hurts in the best way. It's thick, bullying it's way inside your pulsing cunt. Breath caught in your throat, your eyes squeeze shut, trying to get past the initial pain. Pushing the tip past the tight ring, you gasp for air feeling like you can finally breath again.
You look down between your sweat covered bodies where you're both connected. Cursing yourself since you now see how many more inches you have left to go.
"Too much already?" mocking concern. You can feel the rough skin of his palm rubbing your lower tummy.
"mmf—just help me a little," you whine.
Bringing his hand lower, he uses his thumb to rub at your swollen clit. He moves in small, tight circles adding just right amount of pressure. You throw your head back from the pleasure, lashes fluttering, a soft hum leaving your throat.
"That f-feels good, 'Jime." the slick pooling out of your pussy helps you sink down another two inches. The head of his cock presses nicely against that spongy spot. It has your head spinning, soft mewls escaping from your plush lips.
The small circles Kashimo rubs on your clit help you get the rest of him inside. It's overwhelming with how full you feel. Like he's in your throat, making it so hard to breath. His cock reaches the deepest parts inside your cunt. Your skin already feeling hot and sticky with sweat.
Hajime looks so pretty like this, head thrown back in the soft pillows. Beads of sweat sliding down his skin—hot to the touch. Bangs sticking to his face. He looks lost in pure ecstasy.
"F-fuck you're perfect," he groans, it vibrates throughout his chest. The praise causes your pussy to flutter around him. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. The grip on your hips grows tighter, almost bruising. Trying to ground himself, not wanting to cum too quickly. You wait a few seconds letting you both adjust.
"I'm gonna move now, Hajime," you say softly. You brush some of the hair away from his sticky skin.
Raising your hips, you stop once it's just the tip inside. Kashimo watches you with heavy lidded eyes, filled with warmth and passion. Chest rising and falling gently with each deep breath.
Sinking back down at a painfully slow pace. His cock massages your walls deliciously. Hitting every spot that you're unable to reach with your own fingers.
Leaning forward, your face a breath away from Kashimo's, the tips of your noses touching. One hand sliding up to settle on your waist. He looks down at your lips, then moving back up to admire your pretty features.
Your lips brush against each other, breaths mingling. Bare chests pressed against each other, pushed further together with each deep breath you take. You press your lips softly against Hajime's.
They're a bit dry but the contrast feels so good compared to your soft ones. It's slow but desperate. They move against one another perfectly, poking your tongue out to trace his bottom lip. Hajime parts his lips letting you in.
You use your tongue to explore his mouth, running it along his teeth. He takes this as a chance to gently suck on the warm, wet muscle. Swallowing every little moan you let out.
Pulling away, a thin string of saliva connects your lips. He presses kisses along your jaw moving down your neck. Stopping at the crook of your neck, he licks the salty sweat off your warm skin.
You feel a rough hand slide down your waist, giving your ass a few harsh smacks.
"F-faster," he growls, low into your neck.
Your hips pick up the pace, bouncing faster. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin fills the rooms. It's the only thing that can be heard besides the whimpers and moans coming from you and Kashimo.
He sucks marks into your skin, shades of red blooming on your neck and chest. They'll no doubt be darker by tomorrow. He bites down on the delicate skin causing you to cry out.
"N-ngh Hajime please!" He licks over the bite mark, soothing the stinging sensation it leaves behind.
You place your hands on his firm chest, pushing yourself to sit up. Your thighs are starting to burn, they shake violently not being able to keep up with the pace you set. You need a break even if it means asking Kashimo for help. Letting him have control.
"H-hajime help me please! I can't!" you whimper, hips stuttering. Your movements slow down just barely. No longer bouncing, now just grinding on his lap. It allows for Kashimo's cock to hit other deep spots inside your soaking cunt.
When you look down at him, you expect to see that cocky smirk like he knew this would happen. Instead, you’re met with a gentle look in his eyes, they only look up at you with complete adoration.
"C'mere, I've got you," he murmurs. He moves to sit up, falling back against the headboard. Letting you settle on his lap, you both take a second to catch your breaths. You rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, you listen to sound of his heavy breathing.
"You did better than I thought you would." he chuckles low under his breath. You can feel his chest vibrate under the palm of your hand. Using that same hand to smack him lightly, a small smile makes its way onto your lips.
"Shut up, Hajime."
Hooking his arms under your knees, his hands come to grab at your ass. He taps the plush skin a few times, trying to get your attention, "You ready?"
You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face deeper inhaling his musky scent. Kashimo takes this as the signal to start. Thick arms begin bouncing you in his lap.
He sets a brutal pace, the tip of his cock rams against your g-spot with each pass. Massaging your warm, wet walls bringing you closer to cumming.
"F-fuck you feel so good wrapped around me—mmf—like you were m-made for me." He tries so hard to control the whimpers leaving his lips. It's becoming increasingly difficult trying to stop himself from cumming. The way you feel wrapped around his cock is becoming too much for him.
The friction from the tufts of hair at the base of his dick add extra stimulation to your aching clit. It makes your pussy flutter around his cock, squeezing him tight.
"Please don't s-stop 'Jime! I'm so close!" you whine. The pleasure and stimulation becoming too much for you. You pick your head up to look at Kashimo. Face and chest flushed a deep red, a sheen of sweat covers his body. He looks so fucked out.
Head thrown back, hot puffs of air leaving his parted lips. Eyes shut tight trying to focus on making you cum first. Wanting to feel you cream on his cock. Your pussy hugs his cock so perfectly, he never wants this feeling to end.
"Hajime, want you to f-fill me up," you quietly beg. Cradling his jaw, you bring his face to yours. Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, you moan into his mouth. Your pussy clenches around him at the thought of being stuffed with his cum, more of your arousal soaking his cock.
Desperate to finish, you snake your hands between your bodies rubbing fast, tight circles onto your needy clit. It only takes a few seconds before white, hot pleasure flashes over you, causing your cunt to convulse around Kashimo's aching cock.
"Nngh I'm cumming!" your body trembles. Nails digging into his back, leaving red, stinging scratches. Your orgasm rips through your body, thighs shaking violently. Your back arches, pushing your chest further against his.
The repeated squezzing from your pussy makes Kashimo's cock twitch heavily inside you. The grip on your ass tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Muscles straining, abs tensing, it takes everything in him to not completely fall apart. Panting, his voice comes out raspy, almost sounding wrecked.
"Fuckfuckfuck!"
That's when you feel it, the heat of his cum filling you up. There's too much, it drips to the bottom creating a ring around the base of his cock. A mixture of your slick and his hot cum. His hips twitch, burying himself to the hilt trying to pump every last drop into you.
He looks a mess, panting heavily trying to catch his breath. He doesn't pull out right away, wanting to keep you full of him. Hands resting on your hips, he gently massages the sore area.
Kashimo Hyperfixation: REAWAKENED. The JJK fandom, namely the one who cares about hype moments and aura, treated him so badly after he was bodied by Sukuna. Two years and I’m still not over it. My baby.
And. I'm sorry, but a majority of his fics are ooc. Kashimo wouldn't call you a pet name; he literally isn't talkative with people if it isn't about information, and the most emotion he'd express is annoyance. He's not even cocky neither; he just knows he's strong. If anything, especially at the end of his fight with Sukuna, he's desperate to understand a connection built with love.
Warnings: No use of Y/N (I hate it and it breaks immersion) AFAB Reader, brief mention of murder, two smut scenarios towards the end of the fic that will be separated–both are fluffy angst if you squint.
word count: 3.8k
The lamp shines on the sides of your faces, and its light ricochets off the Nyoi staff propped on the wall. His tresses look brighter than ever while you sit atop his lying form, straddling his waist as his hands are placed on your hips to keep you upright, a subtle show of affection on his end.
Your lips unhurriedly move against his as you hold his cheeks, fingers brushing across his skin. Kashimo’s eyes, however, remain open, staring at the ceiling as he tries to copy your movements. The slow glide, the gentle press, the needy tug—all mimicked and lacking.
Honestly, it’s weird he has his eyes open in the first place.
You then crack gradually open your own eyes then sigh at his uninterested expression. Your mouth slowly detaches from his, and the blue-haired man instinctively squeezes your hips as you straddle his waist. His hold is grounding and stationary, more so making sure you keep steadily upright than affectionately holding you—lacking the kneading and squeezing you’d do if were lost in the moment.
You stare down at him with a frown, and he averts his gaze from the ceiling. His lips are pulled into that bored expression as he furrows his brows at your sullen expression.
“….Your face is telling me I didn't do well?” Flatly, he asks.
You plant your hands beside his head and lower your face down to his again, smiling at his usual expressionless behavior. Kashimo doesn’t break eye contact as he awaits your response—heart steady and breathing normal from the kiss as he patiently awaits the critique.
“First off, you close your eyes.”
His lashes flutter shut as his fingers instinctively dig into your hips more, his palms enveloping the fat.
You sink your face to his again as your voice lowers, gentle and guiding, breath washing over his face. “Continue copying me, but focus on how my lips feel rather than focus on the action.”
You cup his cheek, and he instinctively turns his head into your palm, nuzzling into the caress. His nose and lips kiss your palm for a moment, then he allows your fingers to tilt his face to yours, lips meeting again.
He can do your actions; he knows he can. Focusing his CE in specific parts of his body is like flexing a muscle, but this time, the nothingness on his lips blooms into a spark.
The sound of his mouth tasting yours, the small suckling, as he not only mimics but tastes yours, has him realizing what he’s done wrong. Your lips are soft and understanding; your slowness and patience with every slide allow him to truly taste you. You don’t just have a flavor, you have words he can taste that urge him to desire for them to speak more.
His fingers drill into your thighs as your chests press tightly against one another, and then they slowly map your side. His rough fingers make their way to the middle of your back, unconsciously urging you to press against him more.
It’s as if you poured heat into him–a drinkable passion that rivals the Cursed Energy that threatens to spark beneath his fingers.
You gradually pull away, sighing through your nose, but he instinctively chases after your retreating mouth, no thought behind his eyes as his body acts on its own. His lips press against yours again, and you relent, allowing him the opportunity since he’s rarely ever this affectionate without permission or guidance.
His lips are plush but dry as they urgently move across yours.
Now fully out of breath, you quickly pull away, but again, he chases after your lips. Your palm covers his mouth as he stares at you with glossy eyes and a confused expression from the sudden action.
You pant as your head spins, then smile at him, pulling your hand away. Your thumb brushes under his eye, and he closes it with a frown, still confused from the interruption. “You couldn’t hold your breath any longer?”
“Nope.”
He becomes silent again, leaning into the hand that cups his cheek as he awaits the signal for him to continue kissing you again.
...
The shirtless male hovers his chin above your shoulder as your fingers deftly move the thread in and out along the robe. His pale, scarred-covered chest presses against your back as he decidedly plops his chip atop your head, boredly awaiting his torn uniform to be stitched again. The man of few words is very warm and also very physical with his affection.
It was actually a miracle he found a matching thread for you in the first place, but he stole it right when the owner wasn't looking. You scolded him for an entire half hour while it went through one ear and out the other—him donning that uninterested expression throughout the whole ordeal.
His strong arms squeeze your midsection as you remain sitting on his lap.
“This show isn’t exactly entertaining.”
You don’t bother lifting your head, not only because you know what’s on but because his head is currently hindering you when hearing his complaint. It was a flashy anime, something you thought he’d like, but if he doesn’t like manga, then I guess it would make sense for him to dislike bouncing, colorful cartoons as well.
You prick your finger again then sigh as you quickly remove it from the white clothing. A bubble of red blooms on the top of your index finger, and he plops his head on your shoulder at hearing your sigh.
The male’s bigger hand cups the back of your injured one and brings it closer to his face, “Are you clumsy or does this come with sewing?”
“Comes with sewing.”
He nods. You’re a bit patient with his curiosity since, admittedly, he’s really an old man from an era where women did tasks that are now everyone’s universal activity.
Vibrant, cyan eyes look about the living room, “Where do you keep the bandages?”
You slowly place his long sleeve on your lap, “In the bathroom.”
The male turns his gaze back to you as you gently take your finger out of his grasp then pop it into your mouth.
He immediately deadpans at you—finding it unbelievable you'd rather clean yourself like a wounded animal than get a couple of bandages.
You giggle as you keep the tip of your index finger in your mouth. His facial expression spoke more than his words ever could–not that he was talkative anyhow.
The male’s hands go back to being wrapped around your midsection, and you feel them flex for a moment. Suddenly, you squeak out a yelp as you’re lifted off his lap and plopped beside him on the couch. The seat squeaks too as he stands up from the cushions and walks around the coffee table.
Your eyes were trained on the muscles rippling across his back from the casual action of him just walking down the hall.
He briefly disappears, and your eyes immediately light up when he reappears with a box of childish bandaids. His shirtless form approaches you again and places the bandaids on the coffee table.
He returns to being by your side on the couch, and you smile as he picks you up and places you on his lap again. Your uninjured hand cups the side of his cheek and pulls it down to your face. Your lips gently touch his cheek, and his naturally unimpressed expression blooms with a speck of pink. His ears, too, are dusted with pink at the tips.
“Thank you, Hajime.”
The Sorcerer remains silent, then presses his face against the back of your neck to hide any further display of the worsening blush. His bangs unintentionally tickle the skin, causing you to giggle and grin at the action.
...
There's a dull noise of the light rail rocking back and forth as orange peaks from the windows.
You don’t bother holding the pole; it’s literally so disgusting, and stand beside the male instead. He doesn’t need any kind of support, somehow, while the tram train jostles about.
You snake your hands onto his free arm while he stares outside the window wordlessly—there's nothing to talk about anyhow. The twin-bun man doesn’t react as he feels you lift his arm and place it around your waist. His acknowledgment, though, comes in the form of drawing you closer to his side and squeezing your waist with his arm as his gaze remains on the large window.
All the while, some of the goers give him bewildered looks. Eyestraining blue hair, white outdated uniform, a red staff held up over his shoulder–not to mention he towers above some people. He’s a speck of color among the muted suits, school uniforms, and casual wear along the car.
Your arms hug around his waist as you cling more to him as the train slowly comes to a stop. The action sends some of the passengers leaning in tandem and accidentally bumping into one another, and you smile as your face ends up pressing into his soft garment more.
Though you immediately freeze at feeling a passing touch on your lower half, unmistakably a hand. You glance over your shoulder when the door slides open and miss the assaulter as they easily blend in with the crowd stepping onto the platform.
You pull away, flabbergasted, and touch the area that was groped, still in shock, and the automated voice in the train is nothing but discordant noise.
Kashimo, however, took his staff from over his shoulder and pointed at the person with ease, with a deep frown, "Bastard." His arm unlatches itself from around your waist, and you scramble after him as he stalks after that stranger.
The doors slide shut behind you as the automated voice calls throughout the station the current and next stop. Kashimo, thankfully, sticks out like a sore thumb among the crowd, and you keep your eyes trained on his retreating form. Unfortunately, maneuvering through the crowd is pretty difficult, and you have to constantly apologize for bumping into strangers.
He’s a good distance away at this point as you open the gate that separates the sidewalk and the platform. Your steps clack against the stairs as you rush after him, still desperate to not lose him… again, since he always wanders off on his own. He always shows up a week later after you lose him.
Pink is already straining itself into the orange sky as you catch sight of the Sorcerer disappearing around the corner of a storefront’s alleyway. You sigh, relieved but still exasperated at his continuous roaming.
Shadows silently pass over your face as you enter the alley, then pause after hearing a crackle, as if an exposed wire was still sparkling with energy.
The next thing you know is that you somehow hear wet dripping and a dull noise of weight hitting the pavement. Your eyes widen. Immediately, you approach the edge of the dreary alleyway's corner.
“Stay there.”
Your body stiffens upon hearing Hajime’s voice then you place your hand on the wall. Curiously, you lean forward enough to peek your head out, but all you’re greeted with is white.
Oh, wait. It’s his uniform.
You nearly bumped face first into his chest.
You lift your gaze from his chest to his poker face, then blink in surprise at his fingers wiping away a dot of red on his cheek. His staff taps on the ground, and you step back at his sudden appearance.
“What was that?”
He glimpses over his shoulder, unimpressed, then a smile twitches in the corner of his lips. Kashimo looks back at you, teal hair moving in tandem as his eyes crinkle as he smiles. The jagged marks of lightning under his eyes twitch. “I gave a person something they were deserving of.”
It’s like a trigger was pulled as soon as he said those words because the sickening smell of charred flesh assaults your senses. Your eyes water from the smell, and you quickly cover your nose. You step back more while Hajime fully emerges from the corner, standing next to your struggling form.
The teal-eyed man tilts his head at your reaction. He’s only the slightest bit tempted to show you the result of what happens when someone dares to get away from the consequences of troubling you, especially in a vile manner, but he won’t be cruel. The smell already tells enough of the short story.
You turn around and slowly retreat from the horrid smell, and Kashimo follows close behind you. The shadows of the alley slide off your forms as you're both bathed in the sunset.
...
You stare at him, now becoming embarrassed at the question, as he stares at you with his usual poker face.
“Mutual… masturbation?”
You sit behind him on your bed with your legs outstretched. He sits on the edge of the bed, back facing you, but with his head over his shoulder to stare at you.
The male wipes down his staff as he turns back around.
“Explain it to me.”
You slowly lie on your back and stare at your ceiling, “I masturbate, and you masturbate.”
“And that’s it?”
You huff. He’s not judging you; he’s just asking for more details, but the more he asks, the more you feel like you shouldn’t bother. What would both of you even talk about during it?
You turn your head and stare at his hunched back. “We can lay next to each other and talk and stuff while doing it… It’s s’pposed to be therapeutic for couples, I think.”
Your eyes follow as he stands up and places the staff on the dresser then turns around. Facing you, the male starts undressing with a calm expression, and you quickly sit up with an incredulous expression.
“You’re down for it?”
His arms are above his head as he takes off the white uniform, muscles along his abdomen on display. The male tosses the top on the dresser and faces you shirtless, only adorned in the bandages around his arm and his bottoms.
“You want it, don’t you?”
Your body flushes with a heat, and you follow suit as you take off your clothes and toss them on the floor eagerly.
You’re already bare and lay on your side as you wait for Kashimo, equally nude, to free the wraps from around his wrists. The bandage swirls and pools into a heap on the floor with the rest following.
He sits on the bed then lays on his back. You inch more along the bed to be beside him with a nervous smile and lay your head on his shoulder.
You trail your fingers down your collarbone and rub along your chest as you close your eyes for a moment, “Do you wanna talk about anything during it?”
Kashimo frees his buns with one hand, and you giggle at feeling some of his tresses fan your cheek. He stares at the ceiling with an unchanging expression, but then his eyebrows furrow, “My strength…. Love…”
His eyes follow as your hand gropes your chest, and he copies the action, jaw twitching from how the light brushing actually affects him. He closes his eyes as his roughened fingers graze his nipple.
You lay your cheek on his arm, and he lays his cheek atop your head. “What’s your deal with love?”
He runs his fingers along the contours of his abs, “How… do you define love?”
You crack open your eyes as you trace the line of your hip, “What we’re doing right now, really.”
He opens his eyes, and they stare at the ceiling again. They don't scrutinize the decor, but ponder your words. His fingers map the valleys between each ridge on his fair chest, drawing the image of his abdomen without him looking, “Elaborate more.”
You laugh as you lift your head and caress your thighs, “The meaning behind our actions rather than the action.” You lean your head more and plop your chin on his shoulder, staring at his distracted gaze and admiring his side profile. “I’ll make it easier; why did you agree to my silly little idea?”
He pauses the moving hand on his chest, and his cock twitches, admittedly, as he presumes where the conversation is heading. “Because it’s a new experience.”
You giggle and curl up more against his side as you trace the softness of your own body, fingers tracing every stretch mark and blemish along your stomach and hips. “Okay, so why were you open to the new experience?”
Kashimo’s eyes become half-lidded as his hand sneaks itself lower, “Because it’s… with you.”
You smile and copy his action on your own body as you spread your legs more, “And why me?”
His fingers pass through the curled teal hairs around his pubis, and he wraps his hand around his cock. The muscles of his thighs twitch, and he breathes through his nose from the spark of pleasure. “Because… I like… you.”
You trail your fingers along your already glistening folds, the slick painting your thighs. Your fingers easily become coated as you shakily sigh from the pads of your index and middle finger brushing against your clit. “W-why… do you like me, huh?”
Kashimo closes his eyes and pumps himself slowly as he recalls all the reasons why he likes you. He likes your voice, he likes your patience, he likes your personality, he likes how you fuss over him, he likes how you wait for him. He likes you.
He likes… you.
It hits him a bit more. He likes the connection, he likes the ease in which his words flow out, he likes the presence of another body, he likes the understanding–the empathy. He likes you… and he likes what comes with you.
The moment he realizes that, it’s like a switch turned on. The mention of him wanting to talk about his strength was easily answered as well because he doesn’t need another God among men to understand him.
Because all he needed was for someone to listen and comprehend the unspoken loneliness that brewed in him for centuries.
A tear beads in the corner of his eye—all he was doing was stroking himself next to his partner. This mutual masturbation, as you called it, feels like it was nothing more than a front to acknowledge his true emotions.
The male feels your hand cup his cheek, and he leans into it as he continues pumping his hardened length. He breathes softly through his mouth as the tear falls, but the pleasure of your presence and blossoming climax overrides the burning sensation in his throat, the burning realization that turns into that single tear.
It’s one that’s released all of the storm that has remained in him for centuries.
And he answers your question before his climax washes over him.
“I like you because… you are what love is.”
...
Your nails dig into his back as his form lays atop yours. One of his hands grip the sheet at the side of your head while the other holds the back of your thigh, knee up to your chest.
The sound of small gasps, only yours, swirl around the room as your arms gradually wrap around his neck. His mouth presses against yours and muffles any escaping moans.
He took your advice, and you added one more detail: Do whatever makes him feel good.
And this sex position, he hooks his other hand under your knee and pushes it up to your chest, is what his instincts tell him to do.
Your hands tremble around his neck from the sudden burning stretch across your muscles at being nearly folded in half. You falter your fever in the kiss, and his brows furrow at the small change in taste of your eagerness.
He drags his mouth away and stares into your eyes. The pupils are blown out and are threatening to close as they flutter. The lashes clamp together from the dampness of your blooming tears because of the pleasure. You pant softly then emit a small noise as he bumps his forehead against yours, surprised at his action.
“Don’t like this position?”
You stare into his eyes, embarrassed for a moment, “…It would’ve been nice to stretch before hopping in the bed.”
He closes his eyes and eases his hold on your thighs then allows for them to wrap around his waist instead.
Hajime's thumb briefly brushes under one of your eyes, feeling the dampness of your lashes, then he holds your warm cheek as he kisses you again. Your arms tug him closer, and his core flexes; the front of his body may be touching yours, but he’s still refraining from putting his entire weight on you.
You wouldn’t mind it though.
You press your lips against his, and his hand gradually trails down your neck. His fingers skim across your collarbone as his lips return the slowness of the kiss.
This isn’t a battle. This is the slow passion only a human can understand. He doesn’t see why making love to you should bear the same fever in which he puts in the heat of a fight, because this is you. You, whose kissing lips convey that more than one kind of apex can exist; adrenaline rushes don’t need to come from near death.
And being alone in his strength doesn’t mean empathy can’t make another person understand the loneliness he feels.
The grip on the back of your thighs increases as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
If he were in his old body, in that era four-hundred years ago, he wouldn’t understand that the sex he feels right now doesn’t have to have a reason that’s animalistic in nature. He wouldn’t understand that pressing his lips to another being could speak without words–because all of it was once meaningless.
The male finally slides his length across your slick folds, not seeing any reason to rush the moment. His cock is heavy and leaking with desire as your wet warmth stains him, but his control is kept at bay.
You aren’t worthy of some offhand encounter, that casual conversation of a ‘fuck’,—you’re worthy of the word love because he understands where it stems from now.
His flushed tip brushes across your entrance then along your labia, all the way to your stiffened clit with, no hurriedness.
Kashimo's cyan irises peak through his lashes and gaze at your closed eyes. His hand slowly cups the back of your neck while the other rubs one of the legs around his hips.
He slides his cock back and forth slowly, both lubricating and feeling the glide of warmth, sending inklings of pleasure into his body. His thumb rubs your pulse, sensing how quickened it is just from the slow intimacy, and you open your eyes to his silent gaze.
His tongue continues brushing against yours, and you can taste the itch of him wanting to unload everything he’s holding back. Your fingers tug at his tresses as you stare into his eyes, and he puffs out air through his nose, understanding that he can indulge—he can make love to you and fuck you in the same breath.
His hand ghosts down your neck and trails down your sternum. You let out a breath through your nose as well.
The vibrant-haired male’s calluses scratch against your skin as they move past your stomach. You moan quietly against his lips, and he grunts, blunt end of nails digging into the thigh hiked around his waist.
His fingers continue their whispering along your skin and stop on your stomach. In that same breath, his cock slows its rubbing on your folds and presses against your fluttering hole.
Your arms tighten their hold around his neck more, and you try to relax more at the slow stretch. Kashimo takes his time as his hips press forward. You’re warm and clenching around him, body instinctively drawing him deeper, but he’s not tempted. He doesn’t have the urge to rut inside you.
Because what makes him feel good is the thought of you feeling good.
if there’s one thing kashimo loved to do more than searching for a good fight, it was playing with your pretty pussy.
lying back on the bed, surrounded by soft blankets and plush pillows, kashimo had your legs spread admiring your pretty cunt. rubbing his hands up and down the inside of your thighs. his touch felt electrifying, a tingling sensation being left behind anywhere his hands traveled.
letting out a whimper from being teased for so long,” ‘jime please just touch me already.” pressing your hand to his sweaty chest. his breathing is heavy, getting so worked up from just teasing you.
“but I am touching you.” a sultry smile on his face, his cyan eyes felt like they were piercing through your soul. one of his hands continues traveling down the inside of your thigh, sticking two fingers inside your glistening cunt, finding that sweet spot that has you whimpering.
“nghh ‘jime please it feels s-so good!” back arching off the bed, his fingers curling relentlessly into that spongy spot that has you seeing stars. your velvet walls flutter around his fingers, slick dripping down his hand. a smirk grows on kashimo's face, enjoying how wrecked and needy he’s making you from just his fingers.
you bring your hands to your face, using them to hide yourself, embarrassed from the obscene noises your pretty pussy is making. wet noises are the only thing you can hear aside from the heavy breathing coming from both of you, your face growing hot.
“none of that, I want to see your pretty face.” his voice firm, grabbing your wrist to move your hand from your face, he brings it close to his mouth, licking the inside of your palm. his eyes locking with yours, his gaze is intense as he nips at the skin. you feel a slight sting on your palm. letting go of your wrists, you bring that same hand between your bodies to palm at the bugle growing in kashimo’s sweats. his cock twitching, a wet spot forming from the pre leaking. it's become extremely sensitive and needy from not giving it attention.
“s-shit stop that” he hisses at the feeling of you touching him. it feels too good but he doesn’t want to cum yet, he needs to see you fall apart on his fingers first.
“please hajime” whining for more “I just w-want you inside me.” breathing heavy, thighs already trembling slightly.
kashimo wants nothing more than to feel you stretch around his hard cock. but he’ll be good and wait.
grabbing your wrist, he pins your hand on the bed right by your head. “keep it right there.” voice firm and serious, letting you know not to test him. bringing his hand back down between your legs, coating the pad of his thumb with your slick. he brings it to your clit, rubbing slow circles, applying pressure while using his other hand to curl his fingers into your sweet spot.
letting out whimpers and pleas, your legs shake, the pleasure becoming too much for you. your hands grab onto his wrist, trying to get kashimo to ease up on your poor clit.
the smirk on his face tells you he’s enjoying this too much, “what? can’t handle a few fingers? c’mon why don’t be good for me and cum on my fingers. I know you can do it.” his voice is soft, yet it doesn’t match the sadistic look on his face.
“n-nghh no please don’t stop ‘m so c-close.” good thing he never planned on it. sweat dripping down your temples, a sheen of sweat also covers your body. you start to feel hotter and hotter the closer you get to finishing, your breathing getting heavier. the circles kashimo rubs on your throbbing clit don’t stop. you’re so close he can feel your wet walls tightening around his fingers.
your legs shake violently, back arching off the bed, your vision going white. “p-please I’m cumming!” your cunt tightening around his fingers trying to milk them. you grab his wrist, your poor clit becoming overstimulated. it’s too much for you to handle.
“there we go, did such a good job for me.” bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking your sweet juices off of them. his other hand rubbing up and down the inside of your thigh softly, helping you come down from your high.
“so pretty when you cum.” he speaks softly, brushing away some of the hair that sticks to your face.
kashimo could stay between your pretty thighs all night if you’d let him.
a/n: don't really like how this turned out but i had to get it out there before I went crazy lol. kashimo is definitely ooc so sorry about that. my bad if there's any mistakes I rushed while editing this
It's rare that he gets like this—not being the type to beg for attention—he'd rather just wait until you came to him.
Waits until you finally decide to crawl into his lap—which doesn't take long. You'll wrap your arms around him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. What he really likes is when your fingers slowly creep up, getting tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Lazily scratching the area. Not that he'll ever admit it.
A heavy hand grips your thigh, squeezing the plush skin. The way you feel under his hand drives him feral, never having something so sweet like you under his touch. Sometimes he’ll even trace his finger up lightly, stopping right at the hem of your shorts. Cyan eyes closely watching the way goosebumps follow his finger.
But there are times where Kashimo thinks that you have him all figured out. You’ve caught on to the fact that he likes to wait for you to make the first move. So, you decide that two can play at this little game. You’ll wait until the sorcerer—who’s usually confident in everything he does—finally decides to use his words to get what he so desperately wants.
It might take days for Kashimo to finally cave in, but the outcome is beyond worth it.
After dinner, you and Kashimo both work in tandem to clean up the kitchen. You bring the last few dishes over to the sink where he’s currently washing the others. He stands there, scrubbing the cup a bit more harshly than he needs to. The corners of his mouth pulled down, pouting like the grumpy old man he is.
“What’s up with you?” You ask in a casual manner, really trying to get under his skin. And from the looks of it, it’s working.
You can see the way his fingers twitch slightly around the cup. The way the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s stopping himself from saying what he really wants. It’s taking everything in him to not take you right here on the kitchen counters.
“Nothing, I’m fine. Finish cleaning up.”
“Hajime,” you start, giving him that deadpan look. “You’re staring at that cup like it’s wronged you in the worst way.”
He turns, giving you that look you know all too well. A straight face with eyes that feel like they’re piercing through your soul. You’ve seen it too many times before with all the little games you like to play.
You put your hands up, mocking surrender. “Okay… back to work then.”
Cut to later that night, you’re now lying in bed after showering and finishing up your nightly routine. When Kashimo enters your shared bedroom you can see it—feel it even. The shift in the room. The air feels thicker. The way his eyes immediately focus on you when he walks into the room has you squirming underneath his gaze. It’s intense.
He makes his way between your legs, turning to press his face against your thigh. It’s hot against his cheek. He takes a deep inhale of your scent, letting out a heavy groan that vibrates against your thigh. The sweet smell of your body wash mixed with your natural scent drives him crazy. It clouds his mind like smoke, making him feel dizzy.
Big, heavy hands grip your thighs, as if you might vanish if he doesn't hold on tight enough. Rough and calloused against your skin from the countless battles he's been chasing. 400 years without the gentle touch of a lover really does take a toll on a man. Kashimo wouldn't mind if the last breath he ever took was right here between your pretty legs.
He nips at the plush skin causing you to flinch. You snake your hand down, fingers getting tangled in the cyan hair that tickles your legs. “That hurt, Hajime,”you whine.
He looks up, heavy lidded eyes meet yours, never breaking away for a second. Fuck Kashimo looks so good like this between your legs, starved for your touch. He’ll take anything you give him. A thin layer of sweat already covers his pretty face. Cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
He licks the bite mark, soothing the stinging sensation it’s left behind. “You taste good,” he chokes out, voice strained.
This is all too much for Kashimo. He never thought he’d end up in a situation like this after being alone for so long. He wasn’t like this until you came along—so desperate for attention. He feels pathetic, but in the best way possible.
“Touch me,” he mumbles into your thigh. The blush on his face deepens, traveling down his neck to his chest. For someone who’s usually confident and in control, he suddenly feels a bit shy as those words leave his mouth.
"Finally using your words, Hajime," you tease. You scratch at his scalp, carding your fingers through his soft hair. A low grumble vibrates from deep in his chest. He's like a little cat purring in your lap. There really is nothing better than seeing one of the strongest sorcerers like this—soft and needy, like putty in your hands.
The sound of sheets rustling catches your attention. You look up to see that Kashimo has been softly grinding against the bed. A wide grin stretches across your face. This little game you started of trying to get Kashimo to give in first is going better than you had anticipated.
"Hajime-"
Shit. He's been caught. Yet he can't bring himself to stop, the throbbing ache between his legs is too much to ignore right now. The only thing bringing him some relief is the soft sheets beneath him—and the fact that he knows your soaked in your own arousal under your sleep shorts. It's enough to make him cum in his sweats.
He nips at your thigh once again. "Not a word."
a/n: didn't mean to make kashimo so submissive in this one but i think that makes it better
Begging you to write something for Kashimo you're the only writer I've seen that actively writes for him please i will literally suck you off (pretend I just didn't type that, i'm just desperate for fine shyt)
I CAN DO A LOT WITH FIFTEEN MINUTES ❛ hajime kashimo won't ever admit defeat, even if there's a time constraint. he just has to make you finish ❜
"i kinda' ship them, wouldn't you agree?" you're snapping your glossy mouth, gently gnawing on your lower lip. straddled over a toned, muscular thigh, with your back pressed against a washboard, deliciously carved abdomen, "hakari and kirara, right?"
you hear a clever tongue click absent-mindedly behind the soft shell of your ear, "i do not understand this, i may find them . . insufferable, but are they not friends of yours?" you can hear the strained confusion colouring kashimo's voice, that, and the impatience as he's hissing and sucking a quick draw of breath between teeth as you lean back into him just a little bit more, "why would you send them off on a boat?"
ah, sometimes it's easy to forget that the sharp-tongued, bratty, teal-haired sorcerer ( who spends his days attempting to pick fights with anyone who looks at him 'funny' ) is yet to fully swap out his birth-tongue medieval vernacular for something a bit more up to date.
"it means that i think they'd look cute together, 'jime," you sigh, hearing kashimo sigh, loud and heavy, before opting to bury his face into the crook of your neck. if only to nip at the soft flesh there, awaiting the blooming petals of the pink and violet bruises he so loves to see there.
"that's nice, little dove," kashimo murmurs, and you can tell that he's doing his best to indulge your gossip and conversation, but the thick curve that's straining against the loose drape of his martial pants is making it quite difficult for him to focus, "but we do not have long before everyone is scheduled to meet here. and the last thing i wish for is that irritating, white-haired upstart to kick up a fuss."
"who?" you frown, a soft whine slipping from your lips as kashimo's strong hands find a firm grip on your waist, gently beginning to move you back and forth in a slow rocking motion, "gojo?"
"if i do not like someone, i will not indulge them by speaking their name."
sighhh, frankly what gojo thinks is the last thing on your mind right now. . . for all you can truly think about is the gentle, cloying strands of slick that must be pooling now in your underwear. stimulated by the soft brush of fabric creating an electrifying friction, dampening kashimo's pants with a translucent stain of your arousal.
you're so lost in the addictive sway of your cunt against the contours and muscle of kashimo's thighs, like the subtle pressure of a coiled spring just waiting to break loose, "feels s-so good, 'jime."
a rasp-rough chuckle from kashimo, his hands falling away from your hips and leaving you to rock yourself against his thigh in growing desperation. hands instead curling around your front to slide surreptitiously up your top, breezing past sensitive and pebbled skin to gently cup your breasts, tweaking and flicking, "yeah, yeah? thought so, heh, my fair lady."
but just as you're so, so close to seeing stars shoot across your vision, kashimo bounces his thigh, creating the most delicious jolt that suddenly breaks your rhythm and leaving you to kiss your climax a tearful goodbye, "what the f-fuck, i was gonna' –"
kashimo is so close to you, his face practically glued to the back of your neck that you can feel the flutter of his long, teal lashes as he rolls his eyes, "whaaat? you were gonna cum, was that it, little dove? is that why you're suddenly so –," a bandaged finger reaching around to wipe a stray, frustrated crystalline droplet from your teary eyes, "weak, mm? weak for my touch?"
"y-you're the one who said we didn't have long 'n –"
the same finger that was gently brushing over your weeping eye, gliding away the last remnants of your ruined orgasm, now presses over your lips, firm, "shh."
kashimo quickly spreads his thighs apart, and considering you had just been balancing on one, the action should have toppled your balance. but a veiny arm wraps your waist, keeping you in. . place pressed against his back.
instead, now your legs are spread wide, each ankle hooked around kashimo's calves so you balance precariously.
praying to god, to tengen, to every deity out there and throwing whoever you can quickly of in, that the training room door will remained closed for at least fifteen minutes. but it's hard to think rationally when kashimo is purring, still pressed to your back as he reaches around your waist to gently pull down your waistband.
"how filthy," he teases, "tsk', i've barely even touched you, and you're drippin' allll over my fingers." and while you'd like to keep your dignity intact, there's no denying that every prod of kashimo's padded fingertips against your pussy leaves the bandages soaked in your wetness.
"alright, little dove," kashimo murmurs, "here we go, keep ya' balance for me." and you wonder why he's bothering to give you a warning when your cunt is already spread by his hand, but in hindsight, it makes so much sense because like most things kashimo does, his pace is brutal and aiming to win.
in and out, in and out. the sloppy pshh and pop! of kashimo's fingers driving into your gummy walls has you keening, and it has the old sorcerer loudly moaning before he sucks in a breath, lips pressed together tightly like all he wants to hear right now is you, just you.
"ah, ah, 'jime," you writhe in his gasp, groaning as his fingers prod and curl in all the right places. sharp, pistoning motions that faintly crackle, you swear, heightening every sensation tenfold, "are you, f-fuck, are you seriously using –, oh my god!"
you can feel kashimo smile against your neck, and the soft press of his lips on your skin, "am i using what, love?" waiting for your answer that was never going to arrive, not with how kashimo's pumping his middle finger against that sweet spot, "ah, can't even speak now, 's a damn shame."
what a debauched sight the two of you must make. kashimo, flushed just from watching and hearing you fall apart on his lap, with his teal hair unbound. choppy, slick strands brushing his shoulders. you, with your legs pushed wide open, and wider still as kashimo jolts his own thighs apart further.
you're babbling now, riddled cries of the sorcerer's name, as he never lets up, not even once on the nasty pace. if you turn your head to fall back against kashimo's shoulder, you can taste the trail of salt-tears at the corner of your mouth, "baby, 'j-jime, so close now, baby."
"good, good," kashimo hisses, and you don't miss how he's furiously bucking his hips up, jolting you higher into his lap as he must chase some friction for his own release, "if you jus' hold onn, little dove."
a thumb messily gliding through your glossy mess to flick at your clit, all in conjunction with kashimo melding three fingers into your pussy, well, it's got you hurtling close and the sorcerer knows it, "three." he crooks his fingers inside and towards your groin, "two." sloppily running his thumb alongside the side of your clit, scooping, "one."
a devastating high that leaves you both panting, and your hips clenching and twitching, your arousal so plentiful that it's beginning to froth and pool at the edges of your pushed aside underwear. kashimo hisses, and then sighs, "made a mess, love." and you need not pointedly mention the dark stain on his loose, white pants.
"you look like a mess, 'jime." your legs feel utterly boneless but you make an effort to move, falling back into kashimo's surprisingly gentle, "i've got a hold of you." the sorcerer's laughing as you smooth your skirt down, grimacing at the slap of slick and sweat that's dampening your flesh.
kashimo's snapping his teeth around a loose tie that hangs off his wrist to scrape his cyan hair back up into his recognisable knots, "you know, if we had more time, little dove, i would have –" he makes a quick whistling sound, jerking his wrist over his groin and pointedly looking down to your shaking thighs, "but we had to make do."
it's a surprisingly crude gesture from the prudish sorcerer that makes you laugh, "and right on time, too. because i swear, if anyone had –"
"i swear to fucking god, you two pull that shit again, i'm going to fight sukuna early." yeah, right on time, because gojo's pushing open the training room door with one hand, the most disgusted look over his face that informs you that you didn't account for the sheer magnitude of six eyes.
gojo's bright-blue eyes swivel away from the turquoise-haired sorcerer now, to where you're shuffling sheepishly and avoiding kashimo's proud, fanged grin, "and you, control your boy toy. i don't have time for this shit."
you press your lips together in faint embarrassment in front of one of your oldest friends, all while kashimo is vaguely fiddling with his hands, making you wonder if he's about to pull out some new domain expansion that no one has heard of. but what you end up hearing is a satisfied 'aha!'.
"see, i'm getting the hang of these modern things." kashimo's fingers are curled into a tight fist, all save for the middle one, proudly flipping gojo off ( who just mutters some ominous portent about hoping that december 24 rolls around quicker )
contents: switch!kashimo (brat tamer top & bratty bottom), slight degradation, dirty talk, mild dacryphilia, improper use of cursed energy, porn some plot, overstimulation, kind of primal play (??), pussy slapping, kashimo has kinda animalistic characteristics, public sex, culling game player!reader
your lips tugged into a smirk before asking kashimo a question he had been almost dreading, "so... have you ever even been with a woman?"
he could've had any woman he wanted, he was a god after all. back then women just didn't interest him. even today he didn't ever find himself particularly attracted to anyone, that was until he met you.
what was it about you?
it honestly frustrated him to no end, he could never quite figure out what it was about you that drove him crazy. by the time you had entered into the culling game he had already garnered 200 points, using 100 of them to add a rule to access player information.
kashimo had set up base for himself in the tokyo bay area and would pick fights with anyone who tried to get past him. the endless search for a thrilling fight was becoming boring, he yearned for a challenge. someone who could finally push back at him and stand a bit of a chance.
his bright cyan hair caught your attention, even from a distance. you watched him, keeping mental notes of how he fought and trying to figure out the best time to attack.
unfortunately for you, kashimo had noticed you too. he saw the way you clung to the shadows when he roamed the area. it was almost like a game to him, he slowly began to creep closer and closer to where you had been hiding. he never quite reached your hiding spot but he could sense the way your heart started pounding when he was near.
"kogane, tell me about the player hiding above the bridge who's been watching me for weeks."
shit. he'd seen you. he's known this whole time.
your breath caught in your throat as you listened to kogane rattle off your details.
player name: y/n l/n
colony: tokyo colony number 2
number of points: 184
number of rules added: 0
184 points? who is this person?
kashimo's brain was scrambling for an explanation. he was under the impression that you hadn't been a player for long, but how did you have almost as many points as him? you'd been spending your time stalking him. surely he would've seen you kill enough players to gain 184 points.
since your cover had been blown you decided it was finally time to approach him. you'd spent weeks analyzing the way he fought, but you couldn't push away the nervous feeling that had settled in your stomach. there was no denying he was strong, plus he had 200 points.
if you were being completely honest with yourself... hajime kashimo was incredibly attractive. his bright blue hair, deadly charming grin, and the way he acted so fiercely against his opponents. the thought of him on top of you briefly flickered through your mind, but you quickly shoved that aside.
he was close now, you two stood under the same bridge. however, kashimo moved much faster than you. before you could process what happened, his hand was wrapped around your throat and cold concrete was pressing into your back. he had you fully pinned to the wall underneath the bridge.
"who the hell are you? i've seen you watching me. when the hell did you get 184 points? why are you watching me?" kashimo's voice was a low growl emanating from deep within his chest. his pupils suddenly dilated as your scent filled his nose, it was hypnotic, he felt dizzy.
who are you?
his senses were flooded and his anger slowly diminished. he felt drawn to you, he was having a difficult time holding himself back from burying his head in the crook if your neck and inhaling deeply. god, it was so good.
"you intrigue me. 200 points is impressive, hajime kashimo. i was hoping to fight you, but you've so rudely pinned me against this wall. i thought you wanted a challenge?" your eyes glistened with a mixture of something dangerous and carnal desire.
the rough skin of his fingers felt good against your soft skin as he tightened his grip around your throat, "i've been waiting to fight sukuna, not whoever you are..." he briefly trailed off, "however, i must admit that your ability interests me. you seem rather powerful. maybe you would put up a good fight."
kashimo wore a wicked grin on his face as electricity surged around him. he released you from his grip and held up his fists, surrounded by his electric cursed energy.
as you matched each of his swings, remaining perfectly undamaged and unbothered, he noticed a dull aching settling in between his legs. blood redirected itself to flow into his rapidly hardening dick.
your eyes flicked down to his crotch, taking in the developing tent in his pants, and back up to his eyes, to his lips, and back to his eyes. it was easier for you to conceal, but you were feeling the exact same way.
"so... have you ever even been with a woman?" you asked, hoping your teasing would further rile him up.
with a slight smirk he stared at your lips before forcing his gaze to meet your eyes. your guard was temporarily down and he took the opportunity to strike, pinning you back against the wall. he hungrily captured your lips in a kiss and brought his knee up between your legs, hoping you would grind down on him.
his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him and eliciting needy whines from you. your clit throbbed and you pressed your hips down onto his thigh in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. he greedily drank down every whine, whimper, and moan he drew out of you. his open mouth messily worked over yours and his hands trailed down your body.
he scratched and squeezed any exposed skin he could find, until he finally found your breasts. lucky for him, you hadn't put a bra on under your loose fitting top. he was easily able to start kneading your tits, occasionally pinching and twisting your nipples.
kashimo's lips found your neck, sucking dark marks into your pulse point and inhaling your scent. he couldn't think anymore, his brain completely full of you. it was infuriating and exciting all at once.
shameless need flooded through your body while you rolled your hips against his still clothed leg. warmth started to build up in your abdomen. were you really going to cum from dry humping like a horny teenager?
his tongue swiped across your skin, savoring the vaguely salty taste before he bit down. a load groan escaped him as he trailed bites down your neck and shoulder.
he grabbed your shirt, "let's get this off. now." he demanded, ripping your shirt off.
temptation immediately overtook him as he buried his head between your tits. he couldn't control himself, his mind seemingly took over by his hormones. tongue and teeth explored your chest before he finally found your nipple. his lips wrapped around it, sucking it in and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. he kneaded your other breast with his free hand.
kashimo's other hand was occupied with slipping past your waistband into your panties. he cupped your pussy with his large palm, feeling how much you were dripping for him.
"god. you infuriate me." he growled.
you took your hand and placed two of your fingers under his chin, guiding him up to meet your eyes. "do i? you seem like you're enjoying this, hajime." your voice dripped his a false sweetness when you said his name which only served to piss him off even more.
two of his fingers pushed past your entrance with minimal struggle due to your arousal. he watched as your face contorted with shock and pleasure, "don't push me." he set a brutal pace with his fingers, leaving you squirming for him.
you batted your eyelashes, pulling an expression of faux innocence, "what if i wanted to push you? you're not nearly strong enough to reach my limits."
lightning flashed in his eyes, "i'll show you what i can do. don't cry when you can't take it anymore." kashimo was fired up in a way he'd never felt before. he needed to break you. he needed to see you fall apart and come undone for him.
a third finger joined the other two stretching your cunt. the wet sounds from your arousal echoed through the open area with each pump of his fingers.
"don't- don't worry. you won't be able to make me cry." you choked your words out between moans, already feeling humiliated. your orgasm was building up faster than you'd like. he scissored his fingers to further stretch out your tight walls, pressing them against your sweet spot. he couldn't get enough of the way you clenched around him every time he hit that spot, imagining how it would feel around his painfully hard dick.
kashimo pulled his fingers out of you, loving how the new empty sensation made you whine. "i'm getting sick of your attitude." he slapped your pussy over your clothes before hastily ripping them off. the sting of his slap made your entire body jolt and you held back a moan, you couldn't let him see how this affected you.
he made quick work of removing his robes, relishing in the way you admired his nude body. his abs were lightly defined, the six muscles tensing when your fingers brushed against his stomach. his arms were nicely built, all the major muscles were defined but not overly so.
noticeable beads of pre-cum had gathered on the flushed tip of his cock. several veins ran up the length of his shaft, which stood at a solid 6.5 inches. he was pale, but the tip was a blooming red color from his pent up frustration and arousal.
with one swift movement he bent you over so your hands were anchored against the wall. cold air hit your pussy as kashimo spread your ass cheeks apart. he slapped your exposed pussy again, "just remember that you asked for this."
he stroked himself a few times and lined himself up with your pussy. his hand met your ass with a sharp slap sound as he pushed himself into you. his cock felt so thick as he gave everything to you, inch by inch. the stretch felt deliciously good.
when he bottomed out you felt so full, his hips flush with yours.
"haji-" you started to cry out before he clamped his hand over your mouth. "be quiet and take it."
his pace was fast, unforgiving. he wasn't just pounding into you, but he made sure to periodically adjust the angle of his hips to increase the sensation for you.
kashimo brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing small circles with his thumb. wanton cries bubbled up your throat, threatening to escape.
a short zap met your clit, momentarily shocking you. the bastard had used his electric cursed energy on you.
you could hear the smirk in his voice as he taunted you, "you liked that? you're filthy." before you could respond he let another spark of his cursed energy flow through his finger against your clit. the knot of pleasure in your core was tightening, ready to snap at any moment. you writhed around in his hold, helplessly babbling his name.
"what happened to your attitude? poor thing... all you needed was some dick to shut you up." his words pissed you off, but you couldn't think clearly, let alone speak cohesively. the head of his cock was kissing your sweet spot with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to your anticipated release.
"s-so close, hajime."
he brought his head close to your neck again, your scent stronger as your climax approached. his thrusts started to become sloppy, mindlessly fucking you in reach of his own orgasm.
the knot in your core finally snapped, orgasmic bliss washing over you. your walls spasmed around him which pushed him over his own edge. holding yourself up became a challenge as your entire body shook from the pleasure and blossoming soreness from the stretch of his dick.
you could feel warmth filling you as he unloaded sticky ropes of his release inside you. his cock remained in place and he watched as cum dripped out around him.
his hands felt secure around your waist as he flipped you around to face him and pulled you down onto a neatly folded pile of blankets that he used as a makeshift bed. he pulled you onto his lap, helping position your cunt in line with his still hard cock.
"ride it. show me how desperate you are for me." he snarled out, greedily pulling your body down.
you rolled your hips, bouncing up and down on him. he gently guided you with one hand on your waist. the other played with your nipples, occasionally sending jolts of electricity through you.
a burning sensation was filling your thighs and your pace slowed.
stinging shot through your neck as kashimo's teeth connected with your skin and he grumbled, "is that all you can do? i thought you'd do better than this."
you pushed him down and anchored your hands on either side of his head, your tits hanging down into his face. the new support allowed you to speed back up, using him to feel good. your lips hung open with your head tilted back, soft whines and cries coming from you. this position made him feel so much deeper.
you were reduced to a cock drunk mess as you fucked yourself on him. cumming was the only thing on your mind.
"pathetic, honestly. i thought you'd be more of a thrill, but you fall apart so easily." he knew his words would provoke you, that's why he said it. he was hoping to push you past your limits.
kashimo grabbed you and swiftly flipped you around so your back rested against the blankets. his fingers held your hips with a bruising strength. the head of his cock was teasingly resting against your cunt, but he wasn't moving. he was busy admiring how he had marked you up. hickeys and bite marks littered your neck, chest, and thighs.
he gave no warning as he shoved himself back inside you. his tongue connected with your neck and several growls flowed from his mouth. your cunt clenched around him, driving him insane. he was dizzy from the feeling of your pussy and the sweet aroma of your skin.
his hips snapped against yours, the sensation becoming too much. tears welled up in your eyes and started to spill down your cheeks.
swallowing your pride you cried, "haa– hajime. it's too much." tears were now freely pouring down your face; however, his rhythm did not falter.
"it's not too much, shhhh. you can take it, remember you said you wouldn't cry. you said i wasn't strong enough. you kept pushing me." he sounded sickeningly sweet as he spoke. his thumb gently swiped across your cheek, wiping the tears away. "poor girl... just take it for me, okay?"
you nodded helplessly, trying to choke back the tears but they wouldn't stop. your senses were all in overdrive, completely taken over by kashimo.
he was relentless, fully chasing after the thrill of finally being able to put you in your place and diminish your attitude. this was giving him what he had been looking for since reincarnating. this may not be a battle, but your defiance was enough to push back at him and allow him the thrill of the chase. his desires for someone to challenge him had been satiated at last.
kashimo brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles onto the sensitive nerves. lightning danced around his body, he was unable to control it in this state.
the added stimulation to your clit was enough to bring you to your climax again. your cunt clenched around his cock, twitching inside of you. you were squeezing him so tight it felt like you were milking him dry, his fingers dug into your hips as he released once more.
he rolled to the side as he pulled out, laying back and panting. he was absolutely spent, even intense fights had never left him feeling like this. completely satisfied.
"kogane, transfer 100 points to y/n."
"you got it! 100 points transferred to the player!" kogane's cheerful voice rang out.
your eyebrows shot up and you gave him a look of confusion.
"i've lost. my points are yours now. do what you will with them." he admitted, a slight hint of defeat in his voice.
The rain hammered down on the empty road, soaking through your clothes and chilling your skin. You stood there, fists clenched, as Kashimo finally stopped a few paces ahead. His teal hair was plastered to his head.
“You have been avoiding me for weeks,” you yelled, voice breaking through the storm. “Stop walking away like a coward, Kashimo.”
He turned, cyan eyes narrowing. Rain dripped from his lashes. “Not here.”
“You do not get to decide that.” You marched forward, shoes splashing in puddles. “On campus, you disappear every time I show up. Library, cafeteria, everywhere. I helped you with those lectures after your dumb fights, and now you act like I am nothing? What the hell is wrong with you?”
Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. You hated crying in front of him, but the anger and hurt had built up too much. “I hate this. I cried because of you. Nights wondering what I did to make you hate me.”
He stepped closer, jaw tight. “You think it was easy? Having to avoid you like this?!”
“Then why so i can fix it” you snapped. Your chest heaved. “please..”
He ran a hand through his wet hair, frustrated.
“I like you. Fuck, I like you way too much. Every time you’re around, I can’t even think straight. It pisses me off. I’m not built for this shit. These feelings make me soft, weak, pathetic. So yeah, I avoided you. I ran. Because admitting it means I need you.”
You stared at him, shocked. All that pain rushed back. “You idiot. You put me through weeks of hell because you are scared?”
“Im sorry” Regret flashed across his face.
“Sorry is not enough.” You shoved his chest. It barely moved him. The rain poured harder. “I hate you for it.” A sob escaped. You collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. One hand held the back of your head. The other pressed against your back. You clutched his soaked jacket, crying into his chest.
“I still hate you,” you mumbled.
“I know,” he said quietly. His voice was low against your hair. “I deserve it.”
You pulled back slightly. His eyes were intense, locked on yours. The rain eased to a drizzle. He leaned in. You met him halfway.
The kiss was soft and warm. His mouth moved against yours. You kissed him back hard, fingers gripping his hair. Rain and salt mixed on your lips. His hand tightened on your waist, pulling you closer.
When you broke apart, foreheads touching, you were both breathing heavily.
Never in his 400 years of being on this earth did Kashimo ever think he would be jealous of a little furball.
Now, Kashimo’s known for a while that you have a pet, he's met the damn thing multiple times when he would stay over at your apartment. But this was before you both decided to take that next big step and live together.
So, the problem isn't that he and your feline friend didn't get along. Your cat, Milo, actually liked Kashimo. Curling up in his lap from time to time, ‘making biscuits’ on his chest, even following him around the place and rubbing against his legs. After multiple visits to your place, Milo had grown used to Kashimo's presence.
The real isssue is that he never realized how attached little Milo was to you until he moved in.
Always around you, taking up all your attention. Kashimo isn’t the type to beg for affection, but sometimes he wants to be one with his head in your lap. It’s like the little guy knows exactly what he’s doing.
Which is the exact predicament he’s in right now.
Coming home from a long day of training, all he wanted to do was shower and nap with his head in your lap while you scratched his scalp. Loving the feeling of your warm skin against his face. It brings him comfort and helps him relax.
But no.
The furball beat him to it. Walking into the living room after finishing up his shower, already getting irritated the second he sees Milo lying snug on your thighs. Making a perfect ‘loaf’ is what Kashimo remembers you calling it.
“He’s a baby. He just wants love and affection” is what you would tell him. But you also call Kashimo your ‘baby’ sometimes, as much as he claims to hate it, but doesn’t that mean he’s deserving of your love and affection, too?
And you don’t even notice Kashimo’s sulking or the silent competition he’s in with your pet. Lost in your own little world, eyes focused on the tv watching your little show. He watches as your hand moves to scratch behind Milo’s ear. The ball of fluff begins to purr in contentment. Swearing that his eyes are playing tricks on him when it looks like the little feline is smiling.
He’s not going to lie and say his blood isn’t boiling a little bit. It’s stupid to get worked up over something like this but Kashimo would like to spend some time with his own partner.
But he’ll be good and let Milo take the win this time.
Later that night, after finishing up getting ready for bed, he walks into the bedroom to see Milo lying on your chest. You turn your head to see Kashimo glaring in your direction. Cold, hard staring.
“Hajime, what’s wrong?” voice laced with concern, you sit up slightly. The cat moves to sit beside you. He also stares at Kashimo, head tilted slightly as if to mock concern.
Moving towards the bed, he stops to pick up the ball of fluff. He walks to the other side of the room, voice a bit more serious than what the situation calls for, “He can sleep in his own bed tonight.”
Plopping Milo into his little bed, he gets cozy right away.
Climbing into the bed, he wraps an arm around your waist and places his head on your chest. Letting out a deep sigh, he closes his eyes ready to pass out after the long day.
You bring one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. Giggling quietly to yourself, “ So that’s what this is about. You seemed more pouty than usual.”
Turning off the light on the bedside table, you both lie in silence for a few minutes before it gets interrupted. Kashimo can practically feel the wide grin forming on your face.
Laughing softly, “I can’t believe one of the strongest sorcerers has beef with a cat.”
He lets out a low grumble, pressing his face further into your chest.
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