#utahime iori x reader

[stargirl-int3rlud3]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

adults of jjk x reader

🗯 ! swearing, cuddling, snoring, mentions of the sound of heartbeats, sleepwalking, drooling, insomnia, almost being crushed by Toji !

synopsis; how i interpret jjk characters would be like to share a bed with. — ♡

GOJO; In my opinion I think Gojo snores, not like loud ass snores (well, maybe sometimes), but like soft snores when he’s deep in sleep. The soft noises he admits while asleep always tends to lull you right to sleep even if you weren’t previously tired. Gojo subconsciously cuddles you in his sleep, however, it wasn’t always like this. It took awhile for Gojo to be truly comfortable having someone else sleep in his bed because he had gotten so accustomed to being by himself. One time he even freaked out when he rolled over in bed and felt someone on the other side of his bed, you had to calm him down and reassure him it was just you. Continuing, Gojo sometimes rolls himself off the bed. When you started sleeping in his bed he’d roll to your side and then when his body realized he couldn’t roll any farther he rolled the other way off the bed.

Due to an exhausting day at work, Gojo had headed to bed earlier than usual. You quietly make your way into Gojo’s room seeing him laying shirtless with both his legs and the blankets sprawled chaotically across the bed. A tingly warmth brought its way to your face as you could never quite get over how genuinely attractive and fit your boyfriend was. Crawling into bed with as much cautions as you could muster, you hear the soft snores release from his slightly parted lips. You laid on your back staring at the ceiling until you realized your brain was still quite awake, this is when you made the decision to scroll on your phone for a few. Just as your eyes began to feel tired and had started to close, a loud THUD made your eyes widen and your body sit up. Instinctual, you look over at Gojo to find him not where you had last saw him, you scramble to the other side of the bed to see Gojo rubbing his head which you assume he hit when he fell off the bed. You place yourself between his scrunched up legs to examine his head, giving it a few kisses before looking back into the beautiful eyes you had fallen in love with. A light dust of pink is brushed across his cheeks as he gives you a laugh, you push his shoulder which then results in him pulling you to the ground on top of him. He reaches on the bed and pulls a pillow and a blanket from off of it. Placing the pills under his head and the blanket over you two, there you two fall asleep on the floor together.

GETO; Unlike Gojo, Geto gets immediately used to the feeling of you in bed, so much so that when he doesn’t feel you in his bed he gets worried. He needs to be touching you at all times when you guys are in bed. I believe Geto to be a light sleeper, small things can wake him up but he also falls asleep easily. Geto sleepwalks every now and again, you have to double check all the doors are locked so he doesn’t leave and get hurt or lost. When sleepwalking he doesn’t do anything particularly weird, usually he just walks around and then either goes back to sleep in bed or on the couch. It really freaked you out the first time you found him sleepwalking.

On one particular night you had been falling in and out of sleep constantly making it difficult to truly go to sleep. Geto had his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in your spot next to him. While in the midst of falling in and out of sleep you must’ve not realized his arm had left your waist until you heard noises coming from somewhere outside of the bedroom. Slightly freaked out, you turn to Geto but he’s no where to be seen. Relief began to flood throughout your body as you get up to go looking for your boyfriend.

“Geto what’re you doing up, it’s so late?”

You rub your eyes as they make out Geto’s figure standing completely still in the kitchen.

“Geto?”

No response once again. At this point you were even more freaked out. Hoping he was just messing with you or something, you get closer to him and reach your hand out towards his shoulder. He swiftly turns and heads for the bedroom, freaking you out due to the fast movement. You made an executive decision to just sleep on the couch for the rest of the night.

When morning hit you were woken up by Geto asking you why you were sleeping on the couch, you explained his oddness last night and he apologized before telling you about how every once in awhile he sleepwalks. He made sure to make your favorite breakfast even though you insisted that he didn’t have to do that.

NANAMI; Nanami is also quite a light sleeper, but he needs some kind of noise to put him to sleep as well as complete darkness. Well, if you need some light because you can’t fall asleep in the dark cause it freaks you out he’ll absolutely let you do so. He prioritizes you sleeping over him sleeping. Nanami is always very warm so he usually doesn’t sleep with a blanket but instead a thin sheet of some sort and because his body is often quite warm you don’t have to worry about a blanket you just cling to him. Nanami also makes sure you have a glass of water by your bed every night in case you get thirsty.

Sleep had began to consume you when you and Nanami were curled up on the couch watching a movie and now even more so. Nanami held you up as you wobbled to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and made sure you were comfortable and cozy. A whine admitted from your mouth causing Nanami to turn back to you. You shiver and begin to rub your upper arms to show him you were cold as he was about to get a blanket, you whined again. With a soft smile on his face, knowing exactly what you wanted, he crawled into the empty space next to you and you buried yourself in his warmth. The warmth of your loving boyfriend drifted you right to sleep so much so that you began to snore a little. Unfortunately, to your dismay, you had gotten parched in the middle of the night so now here you were trying to move as slowly and quietly as possible out of Nanami’s arms. Which you somehow successfully did and were currently tip-toeing to the kitchen but as you opened the door and stepped out of the room an obnoxiously loud creaked echoed through the room instantly waking up Nanami. “My love? Why are you awake?” Nanami’s soft voice asks. “Um..I was thirsty” “Let me get it for you” He quickly gets out of bed and passes by you to get you a glass of water from the kitchen. When he comes back and hands it to you, you give him a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek for his act of kindness. After that, you two are back to sleep in no time.

SHOKO; Sleep hasn’t been in Shoko’s vocabulary for awhile, she’s an insomniac after all. However, she tries her best to get as much sleep as her body will allow when you give her those big, pleading eyes. Who is she to say no to someone as cute as you? She has noticed that she sleeps more when she sleeps with you so now you try to sync your sleep schedule to hers, well, for the most part at least. You’ve even gotten her to take melatonin. If Shoko gets tired somewhere and falls asleep in your lap then you’ll stay there until she wakes up. To be honest, you’re just happy she’s sleeping.

You were sitting in the morgue waiting for Shoko to finish up what she was doing when you felt something in your lap. There laid Shoko’s head. You couldn’t contain your smile as you grazed your fingers through her hair. It didn’t take very long for Shoko to fall asleep, you knew it wouldn’t. She had a long day and she’d been exhausted since the minute she started. So, you spent this time admiring every bug and small feature that graced your girlfriend’s gorgeous face. Everything about her was beautiful, she’s beautiful. A few hours pass when Gojo walks in about to be his usual loud self when you give him a glare and hold your finger up to your lips. He marvels at the sight of a peaceful Shoko fast asleep in your lap. “Wow, you got her to sleep. You deserve an award for that” You roll your eyes at the man’s joke before looking back at the women in your lap. “God you’re really in love with her” In seconds, a red hue tints your cheeks as you flip Gojo off. He laughs knowing he just read you so easily, but in your mind all you could think is how could someone not love Shoko. “Are you sure you’re okay staying like that? Your legs must hurt” “I’m fine Gojo, I’d rather have her get as much as she can” Gojo leaves you two be so he doesn’t accidentally wake up Shoko and is forced to face your wrath.

UTAHIME; Utahime will never admit it but she loves to listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep. The sound just calms her so easily. Utahime is a heavy sleeper, she very rarely will wake up if you accidentally make noise. She doesn’t mind if you have your head laying on her shoulder or your holding hands when you sleep but she needs her own space. You both like to have your own sense of space but there are times where she wants to be closer (aka when she wants to listen to your heartbeat)

The sunshine soaked you and Utahime in its rays as you lay in the grass relishing in the warmth. The mix of the warm sun on her skin and the sound of your heartbeat echoing throughout her brain made her start to feel really sleep. She tried her best to stay awake but was soon succumbed to sleep. You watched as her eyes fought to stay open before fluttering closed. Her porcelain like skin shined brightly in the sun as you begin to feel yourself drifting to sleep and soon enough you are also sleeping in the warm rays of the sun with Utahime peaceful asleep on top of you.

INO; Ino is a big cuddler, to be fair he’s a big softy in general. He prefers being little spoon and will proudly admit that to the world. Now don’t get me wrong he has his moments where he wants you to be little spoon mostly because he likes the sight of you laying on top of him. Anyways, he snores AND drools when he sleeps but it’s not a lot of drool like it’s just a little bit and it’s actually so cute. He’s cute (he’s very pookie). He doesn’t exactly snore quietly but it isn’t that loud, like it’s not unbearable. He also cannot sleep without you now that you’ve started sleeping in the same bed.

Ino had been talking about how exhausted he was waiting for a call from his job so you told him, he could just fall asleep on top of you and you’d wake him up when he got a call from his job. He thanked you and in no time he was sleeping soundly. It didn’t take very long for the exhausted Ino to fall into a deep sleep and begin to snore. You had to hold back your giggles to not make the boy centimeters away from you. Not long after that he had began to drool on your chest. It was slightly gross but his cute face as he slept was far greater than any kind of grossness. You held him closer as if it might make you two fuse together so neither of you will ever have to leave each other. To both of your guys dismay, his phone rings and you’re forced to wake him up. As he blinks his eyes open and picks up the phone he realizes the drool stain on your shirt. A pinkish blush spread to his face as he scratches his head and mouths the words ‘sorry’. You kiss his free hand, letting him know that it’s okay. He smiles at you and give you a kiss on your head before returning back to his call.

TOJI; This man is pretty damn huge, he’s a fucking wall for crying out loud so the only space you ever really have is if you lay on top of him. I mean, hell, he’s not complaining. Sometimes you have to check if he’s dead because he sleeps so heavily and doesn’t make any noise. Toji does have a tendency to roll around in his sleep which isn’t always good for you cause he has almost crushed you a few times.

It was a peaceful night of sleeping. Toji had held you especially close since he had been gone for so long. Every bump and curve of your body was kissed by Toji. He hadn’t left your side since he came back, and you weren’t complaining. Once night fell and the moon came out, Toji hurried you off to bed. Toji wouldn’t outwardly admit it but he missed you sleeping on top of him. It just felt right with you and so when you weren’t there he began to sleep less. As you crawl your way on top of Toji, he smirks at you and caresses your face in his hands. Purely on instinct you push your face farther into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours. He leans in to give you a goodnight kiss, this one lasts longer than usual but you don’t mind at all. Within no time at all you two are sound asleep. Toji is so sound asleep that he begins to turn his body, an action you don’t notice until it’s too late. Ot only takes you a few seconds to realize that there’s a giant hunk of a man crushing your rib cage. You try pushing him back over, doesn’t work. You try poking and smacking him, hoping that he’ll wake up, doesn’t work. You try wiggling your way out and that works for a few but it also takes a lot of energy out of you. You pinch him and he stirs a minute so you continue with that until he grumbles and his eyes open with an annoyed look. That soon fades (for the most part) when he realizes he’s laying in top of you. Quickly, he moves and places you back into op if his chest. You thank him and tell him to never do that ever again. He just shrugs and goes back to sleep while playing with your hair.

☆ | I struggled a bit with Utahime’s and Ino’s so sorry if they aren’t what you expected them to be!!

#luv₊˚꒰🩰꒱‧ #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #shoko ieiri x reader #shoko x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #ino takuma x reader #ino x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #utahime iori x reader #utahime x reader #jjk x reader

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jjk girls - how are they in bed⸜⸜・

nobara

she's all about that double side dildo. she loves fucking you and she loves getting fucked just as much.

"just like that." she moans, humping against the dildo, making it slide deeper inside of you. she loves toys and she loves picking new dildos for the two of you, but this time she picked a bigger one.

"it's too big." you moan, your hands clawing around nobara's body. you grip her tits, rolling her nipples with your fingers and earing a slutty moan from her.

"is my cock that big?" she jokes, pushing the toy deeper inside of her. she can always take the biggest toys. you flash her a naughty smile, "sure bet it is." your pussies squeak with every thrust of the dildo and the deep purple color is covered in white juices. you know she is gonna make you suck it clean when she cums.

"are you close?" you ask her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. she nods her head, her breathing is heavy and the bratty attitude dissappears as she nears her release.

maki

"that's a good baby." she praises you, rolling her hips inside of you. maki loves fucking you with her strap, she likes to see how much of her you can take. she pushes her body right into yours, stroking your cheek. you wrap your arms and legs around her body, helping her get inside of you deeper. she kisses you on the cheek before burying her face in your neck. each of her thrusts is angled to hit your sweet spot dead on, making you crazy.

"harder, maki." you whine and she smiles against your neck. she hits you with a big thrust, your whole body jolting. her thrusts are merciless and rough.

"don't ask for something you can't take."

your whole body shakes under her thrusts and you love the way her cock rubs inside of your walls. drool falls from your mouth at how talented her thrusts are and you kiss her again, tongue meeting hers.

"come on, baby. cream on my cock, sweetheart."

shoko

"don't bite me that hard." you laugh as your girlfriend bites on your nipple. your girlfriend shoko loves your boobs more than anything. she latches her mouth on your nipple again, gentle sucking it in her mouth. you enjoy being this close with her, just sitting on her lap while she laps at your nipples. she doesn't stop until they are red and sore. she pulls away with a pop, turning her attention on the other boob. your body is covered in hickeys, she leaves a trail of hickeys from your neck down to your boobs. you have to admit she's beautiful, the way her eyes look up at you as she sucks makes you wet instantly. you move your hips a bit, running your core on her lap. she helps you rock your hips as she enjoys her time with your boobs. shoko sticks her tongue out, circling your nipple before giving it a sweet kiss. she pushes her face in between your tits while you hump her, nearing your orgasm.

utahime

there's nothing more utahime loves more than when you buryyour head in between her thighs. she's a pillow princess and she loves getting eaten out.

"good girl." she praises, pushing your head deeper into her cunt. one of her hands is wrapped in your hair while your other strokes your cheek. the cutest thing about her is her expression, as much as she loves all of this, her cheeks can't help but to be flushed and she tries so hard not to hide her face in her hands. she hates eye contact but it's also what drives her wild.

"oh god, don't spot." she squeaks when you push your tongue deep inside of her, fucking her with your tongue. your nose dumps on her clit, stimulating her even more. her juices spill all over your face but you don't care, if eating out your girlfriend would be a job, you would be there all the time.

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #nobara kugisaki x reader #nobara kugisaki smut #utahime iori x reader #utahime iori smut #maki zenin x you #maki zenin smut #maki zenin x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

can you do a utahime post

RING RING RING

Shoko : Hm?

Answer

Shoko : Utahime?

Utahime : Shoko! Hey! How are things?

Shoko : Pretty good, but what's with the sudden call?

Utahime : yeah about that have you seen Y/N anywhere? I haven't seen him for awhile now

Shoko : Ummm....

[Shoko turns around to reveal Y/N and Gojo on the karaoke singing while clearly drunk]

Shoko : Okay.. I know where your guy is but you gotta be calm...

Utahime : Why wouldn't i-

Gojo/M!Reader : 🎵🎶YoU geT mE aNd I gEt yOU!🎶🎵

Shoko : .....

Utahime : .....

1 HOUR LATER

[Y/N laying on the bed completely dozed off]

Utahime : I swear I'm gonna kill that white hair idiot for this....

[Utahime about to open the door and leave the room]

Utahime : .....

[Goes back in and stare at Y/N sleeping state]

Utahime : .....

[Utahime scooch Y/N's hand over to make room and crawl into it making utahime into a sleeping position while being hugged by Y/N]

Utahime : .....

Utahime : -//////-💕

#jjk x reader #reader x jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader x jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #utahime x reader #reader x utahime #utahime iori #utahime #utahime iori x reader #reader x utahime iori

[ohkkotsuu]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒! utahime iori.

ৎ୭ PAIRING: utahime iori x f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: you and your boyfriend, satoru gojo, have been fighting for a while now. he has been paying too much attention to other girls, breaking your heart and ignoring your needs. when it gets back to utahime, she sees the opportunity to help you, like a good veteran.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: [ NSFW ]. college au/no curses au, cheating (reader cheats on satoru, implications he cheated too), reader is multi, shoko is a bad friend to satoru here i think?? she and utahime talk about fucking you. geto flirted with you (off-screen). utahime is head over heels for you without even noticing. tbh gojo is a bit of a jerk here, but everyone acts like jerk, ngl. utahime was originally going to do it out of petty revenge but she really started to like you. there's a gay vibe between shoko and utahime (they joke about a three way with you), and between gojo and geto. everyone is kinda multi implied. everyone is on college (around 21-26)! reader is a sophomore, gojo is a junior, utahime is a senior. honorary mentions: nanami is a freshman, geto is a junior, shoko is a junior. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I'M NOT A GOOD SMUT WRITER, I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS — this is my first time writing anything along these lines (smut) im sweating buckets, not proofread

PORN WITHOUT MUCH PLOT; fingering, facesitting, 69, mentions of previous sex (among reader and gojo), exhibitionism, possessive behavior (utahime towards reader), praise/worship kink, getting caught, a bit of cuckolding?? nicknames (pretty, darling, princess, lovely, angel).

＃TAGGING: @maisieisbae • thanks for your support! <3

UTAHIME was sure that living with satoru gojo was a kind of divine penance. payment for crimes she committed in a past life. there is no other explanation for how terrible it is to have to deal with a man like him.

and it only got worse when satoru gojo, the worst man she's ever known, got a new girlfriend. you. and oh, you. you were perfect — you are perfect, but you're gojo's. he doesn't let anyone forget, and that makes utahime angrier than any of his lame jokes.

because he could never do you justice.

the first time utahime saw you, she reluctantly found herself at a party she didn't even wanted to attend. that's what she gets for betting against shoko on poker night (she always wins, after all). however, she made the most of the situation by settling into a cozy corner, sipping on her drink while chatting with shoko about anything on mind. exams, people being jerks, the hot girl shoko wants to call, — and utahime's motivational support was important, of course — anything, really.

from her secluded spot, she couldn't help but observe her younger peers recklessly flirting, which added to her growing disdain for the party. she just wanted to de-stress from exam week, but the environment only added to her headache. she was ready to punch any idiot if they made a move on her or her friend. prying eyes and drunken men quickly turned away from the woman's aggressive gaze, making shoko laugh.

as she scanned the room, utahime noticed a familiar face — geto, one of the popular idiots (as she sweetly called them), talking to a group of girls. his flirtatious attitude is usual, what is unusual to see him without his equally well-liked best friend. that damn satoru gojo. utahime couldn't help but feel curious about why he was alone this time. it was strange not to see the partners in crime together.

“is gojo fuckin’ a girl on the second floor or something?” she asks curiously, making shoko raise an eyebrow. “the trash there is all alone.”

shoko giggles, snatching utahime's drink from her hand, earning some protests of her, to take a sip. the alcohol burns in her throat, but she loves anything that burns after all. she stares at her friend and shakes her head no.

“haven't you heard? satoru got a new girlfriend. real cutie.” utahime finds herself interested, tilting her head to encourage her friend to continue. and speaking the truth this time. “okay, you got me. she's hot. like, I mean it. not going to lie, got me really jealous. she's just my type.”

“you got any pictures?”

while shoko searches which coat pocket her cell phone is in (she can never find it at first try), utahime watches who enters through the door. she scowls, rolling her eyes. speak of the devil — satoru gojo himself, but he's not alone. utahime doesn't expect much as he pulls whoever it is along with him to join the party, heading to the dance floor.

gojo always has a girl, or more than one, around him. he is like a light bulb, effortlessly bringing the moths to him. be a girlfriend, fling, sneaky links. it is never lasting. he's the kind of asshole who won't settle for just one girl, and ends up breaking the hearts of several and just disappearing. sometimes he and the other trash (geto) seem to forget they're in public, and act like two hormonal assholes with those girls.

honestly, utahime doesn't know why so many girls find them attractive. what's so special about them? for her, they're cute at best. physical appearance does not make up for the fuckboy attitude. instead of settling down for guys who would care for them, take them on dates — like that freshman, nanami, the kind blonde —, they choose to run after whoever will break their hearts after a good fuck.

then, she sees you. oh, you— good lord. utahime can't help but stare at every step you take, arm in arm with your boyfriend, with him grinning from ear to ear as he guides you through the party. you are the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. with a sweet smile, well-done makeup, in a tight party dress — holy fucking crist. she doesn't even realize that her jaw has dropped or that she's in a trance until shoko nudges her.

“told you.” she has a smirk on her face, and utahime can feel her face heating up in jealousy. “pretty, isn't she?”

“pretty is an understatement. c'mon. what is she doing with a stupid fuck like gojo, anyway? damn, that dress. i can see her thighs.” iori watches you from afar, as your boyfriend asks drinks for the two of you. “how long have they been together?”

shoko thinks for a moment, rummaging through her phone. utahime peeks over her shoulder and she can see that she is searching for your instagram page.

“two months, i think?” shoko laughs when her friend let out an impressed whistle. “It's a new record for satoru, I know, but damn. a girl like that, I would also be with for long. check her insta.”

utahime blames the redness of her cheeks on alcohol. while shoko shows her your page full of selfies, she has to restrain herself from picking up her cell phone and immediately following you. there are so many pictures — pictures of you in baggy pajamas, chilling at home with your boyfriend. bikini photos at the beach or pool. a photo at night, in the stars. and you're so, so pretty in all of them. god damn satoru gojo. always getting the best out of the best.

“don't even look at me with that face, I haven't tasted her, and I won't.” shoko says with a pout. utahime's eyes are still focused on her phone — she's liking a picture of you in a bikini, in what seems to be satoru's house for a pool party.

“what do you mean?”

the music at the party background seems irrelevant. after seeing you, utahime can only hear her own heart hammering in her chest. goddamit, she thinks. im acting like the trash.

“y’know, satoru is always sharing his girls with suguru. they never invite me, though, those assholes.” she says without much resentment, shrugging. “I had asked to go along this time, only that suguru told me that he asked to have her too, and satoru wouldn't let him.”

“you're kidding.” utahime says, shocked. that can't be true. shoko laughs.

“I know, right? they share everything. but i think satoru really likes this one. he doesn't want to leave anything to geto. or me.”

utahime turns her head to see you again. the beautiful girlfriend of satoru gojo. who's actually being ignored as mentioned jerk is paying more attention to his phone than to his girlfriend. utahime feels anger burning inside of her. if she had a girlfriend like you nothing could hold her attention.

“you wanna hit it? i think she's very faithful, so you might wanna avoid being direct.”

“oh, please, shoko.” utahime crosses her arms. “she's that idiot's girlfriend. she will be unhappy with him, look at her face, she's unhappy already. every unhappy woman can use a helping hand, can't she?” both of them smirk at that. “besides, he seems to be getting tired of her already. two months is too much for him. the biggest commitment gojo ever made was a tiny tattoo or something.”

shoko laughs at that. “true, true. why don't you invite her over? i have her number.” she says in a sing-song voice, but utahime shakes her head no.

“i have a better idea, but thanks.”

ieiri just shrugs and smiles at her. the partners on crime can be terrible, but these two know how to misbehave too.

“any chance you invite me, too? three is much better than two, huh?” utahime gives her a light push as a joke, and they both laugh. she looks at you again, smirking slightly, more to herself than to anyone else.

“nah. veterans first.”

utahime's plan actually starts with a simple motive: petty revenge. gojo is the worst of all juniors — since she was a sophomore and he was a freshman, she had no peace. unfortunately, the coming of shoko on her life brought the coming of this imbecile along with her.

there were always reasons for satoru's jokes or mockings. he had this constant joking tone, but she understood how cruel he could be. always bragging about his perfect grades, his good results in sports, how he managed to be captain of the debate club before she could, and of course, bragging about how he could get good pussy without lifting a finger. he had no respect for seniors (or any authority figure, frankly), especially utahime. so teaching him a lesson was the only necessary way to sent a message.

It started in a cliche but simple way. you were at the library, having trouble looking up a stupidly specific book — needed in a research essay required by one of your classes. the library index looked more disorganized than anything, although it's function is exactly the opposite.

it would take half of an afternoon just to find the research materials, and who knows how long to get everything you needed for the essay. not to mention sitting down and writing it all down.

“do you need help?” you hear a voice calling from behind you. you turn on your heels to see a woman. you recognize her. is that woman who is always with shoko, satoru's friend.

“that would be lovely, thanks.” you smile, and she moves close to you to offer assistance. “you're a senior, right? utahime? thanks for the help.”

she nods. god, you're so sweet, she thinks. satoru doesn't deserve you. you introduce yourself quickly and she smiles at you. after a good few minutes of searching and casual conversation, she pokes your shoulder.

“so, this is what you're looking for?” she hands you a heavy book.

“yes! that's it! oh, thank you. you just saved my life on this essay.” she giggles, giving you a reassuring nod.

“hey, no worries. that subject was hell when I was a sophomore. but im good at it now.” she puts her hands on her hips. “are you having difficulties? I can be your tutor, no problem. you don't even have to pay me. courtesy to a friend of shoko's.”

your smile widens, and iori swears her heart skips a beat. in fact, the idea was perfect. satoru and you have been fighting over the last few weeks with the attention he's been giving to random girls (usually in miniskirts). shoko is busy always studying or cheating, and geto — well, he's geto. satoru's best friend who will always side with gojo. so things have been lonely around your house.

plus you know utahime is one of the best in her class. a veteran's help that fell for you at the right time, like a gift from heaven.

“i would be very happy about it, actually. thank you so much! wait, take my number. let's schedule it on days when you're free, okay?”

“uh-huh. perfect.” utahime feels herself smiling like a fool while you exchange phone numbers.

it was the beginning. the preparation of the land. now utahime had to move on to the next part.

tutoring took place every wednesday night. a day you originally planned to spend with satoru at the beginning of your relationship, full of dates and romantic promises — until he starts to get tired. being late for dates, not showing up to them, being seen or photographed at some party instead. then wednesdays nights as a couple just stopped happening. the frequency was decreasing until it stopped completely. you don't even want to see satoru's face after your last fight. he's been acting like a jealous asshole, freaking out at anyone who talks to you. when you try to do the same, he acts like you're insane.

this is one of the concerns you share with utahime. it's been almost five weeks since she's been helping you with the subject — she was the first person you told about your straight A on the essay —, and you have become close. she carries your stuff sometimes, walks you around campus. you text each other late into the night, laughing over silly cat videos or talking about preferences. she's not just a tutor or a senior, she's your friend.

she is a much better listener than satoru. especially in recent times. he rarely visits your apartment now, and you're giving him the cold shoulder. you even started avoiding geto, not wanting to hear through him how your boyfriend is sorry and he is going to change or whatever mess he makes up this time. utahime is the first one you share everything with now. she is happy for her achievements, celebrates with you for them. she's always checking up on you — if you are drinking water, resting. if you can't sleep, she calls you during the night and you laugh until you pass out from tiredness. she makes your anxiety and sadness go away when she's around.

satoru knew how to tolerate, utahime knew how to listen. an important and crucial difference: while moving away from your boyfriend, you grew closer to utahime. every little message or request to do something, even if it was drinking at a random bar, warmed your heart. it was always crowded at first, with even a few freshmen. but then, she reduced the group, and now it's customary for just the two of you to go out.

when you're together, utahime doesn't pay attention to anything else. nobody else. no girl in a miniskirt attracts her attention. her cell phone could beep for minutes and she wouldn't even spare it a glance when you're in the same room as her. she is kind, respects your limits, does her best to help you with everything and is happy when you are happy.

and honestly, she's beautiful. you can't take her gaze away even when you should be paying attention to what she says, not her appearance. she is wearing dark jeans, a black tank top that shows a lot of skin. so simple yet so elegant. her hair is tied in a low ponytail, and she's sitting by your side on your couch, pointing to something at your notebook screen.

she's saying something, but your brain can't quite process the words. the way her lips move is kind of hypnotic.

“and here, you have—” she snaps her fingers in front of you with a smile. “are you listening, angel?”

petnames became a thing. you let her call you that a few times and now, utahime seems addicted to it, even though she doesn't do it in public.

“yeah, no, you got me, sorry. can you repeat that?” she shrugs. normally, she would be irritated by someone who doesn't listen to a tutoring session. but with you?

iori has all the patience in the world and then some more when it's about you.

“i think we could use a break anyway. five minutes and we start again, all right?” you nod as she leans in to kiss your cheek, like she usually do to reward you for a good answer.

as utahime gets up to fetch some water from the kitchen, you start thinking about your relationship with her. the word sounds more serious, something beyond friendship, but there's nothing more fit to it. you realize that you and she are definitely getting closer than usual friends. you feel comfortable in her presence and enjoy her company, and she clearly enjoys yours. in fact, you have noticed that your senior really likes closeness and physical contact, and it's interesting how much you do too. you wonder: this is just a coincidence or if it's a sign of something more?

satoru, always appearing when uninvited even in thought, flashes through your mind. in the beginning of your relationship, he was as lovely as utahime, but things cooled down over time. you start to compare your current relationship with utahime to your past relationship with satoru. you realize that while things may have started out strong with satoru, the passion eventually fizzled out. with utahime, however, you feel a deeper connection that continues to grow with each passing day. could this be something more than friendship?

the guilty of thinking about this when your boyfriend is away consumes your insides. but there's this sparkling though, that question whose answer you so ardently want: what would utahime be like as your girlfriend?

“hey.” she calls, moving closer to you. her glass of water was left on the table on your living room. “you ok? what's on your mind?”

she's so sweet. so sweet and worried all the time, trying to make you comfortable and happy. she would make an wonderful girlfriend.

“yes.” you have to shake that though. what are you thinking? this is utahime, your kind senior. and you have a boyfriend. “just— got stuff on my mind.”

“about you and gojo?” she sits down beside you, worried, watching you nod. “that asshole doesn't return your calls, does he?”

you're never imagining the contempt in her voice. for some reason, utahime really doesn't like satoru. but it's understandable. the way he's been acting lately, doubts about your relationship with him are sprouting like fruit on a tree.

you feel tears well up in your eyes. utahime let out a gasp, worried as hell now. where is the satoru who would bring you flowers and spend hours talking to you when you can't sleep? could he really have just gotten sick of you? got bored?

that's what everyone said it would happen. satoru is not a one woman man, he never was. and judging by the look of things, he never will be. your relationship has just gone downhill steadily over the last few weeks. if you had someone like utahime, none of this would be happening.

“hey.” she calls you gently, whispering your name. utahime puts a hand on your face, tilting your head to look at her. her thumb is wiping away your tears. “don't cry. please. that jerk doesn't deserve you, he doesn't deserve your tears. you could do so much better. you only deserve the better.”

there is an odd consensus that you sense when you look into her eyes. something you two are thinking about. the best is not him.

you're trying to get some words out, to figure what to do next— when utahime leans in, looking you on the eye. her voice is a gentle z soft whisper you thought you wouldn't hear from anyone else. your heart skips a beat.

“can i kiss you?” there's so much despair. so much desire to have you in her voice, like you've never heard from anyone else. something that goes beyond a passing lust or a quickly acquired love.

instead of saying anything, you put your hands on her face, pulling iori close. you smash your lips against hers, letting out a soft sigh against her mouth because of how good it feels. she kisses calmly, a controlled and subtle desire — that's still there, but there is no rush.

there is no explanation for how good this moment is. when you pull apart, she looks at you. what do you whisper sends shivers down her spine.

“again.” her eyes widen. “kiss me again, utahime. and don't stop.”

she leans in, practically smirking against your lips. “whatever you wish, princess.” and she does exactly as you told her.

even though utahime is in no hurry, she gets bolder with every brush of lips. her hands wander around your body and settle on your waist. she pushes her tongue against yours out of the simple desire to be that close to you. it's not a rush. there's desire there, but it's more than that, more than just a passing desire for a good fuck. more than you ever felt coming from satoru.

oh, lord. your boyfriend is travelling and you're here. it's late at night and you're making out with utahime on the couch in your apartment, moaning against her mouth because how good it feels when she sucks your tongue, how she grabs your waist.

iori leans back again, licking her lips — a bit coated with your saliva and hers. the way she looks at you, with that much adoration on her eyes...it makes you forget about gojo in a heartbeat.

“wanna take this to the room, pretty?” and you never said yes so fast in your life.

just once. just this once, just tonight, you promise yourself. what a good liar.

not even you can blame withdrawal on the lewd way your body reacts to hers. utahime undresses you gently, laying you down in bed. the lights on, the curtains drawn, blotting out the sky outside and leaving just you and her. not even the stars will be a witness to it. no other people, no doubts, just you and utahime. the door was left slightly ajar, and she is enjoying each new inch of skin she sees, layer after layer of fabric being leisurely removed. she'll dedicate this whole night just for you, and every other night you want her.

you pull her hair tie, watching the strands coming lose and letting her hair down. she chuckles as she leans down to kiss you again. gentle, soft pecks. you are being treated like glass, like the most precious thing on her life — and it's making you really, really wet.

ever since satoru simply disappeared from the map and only left a message saying he was going to travel, fulfilling your desires all on your own has been an arduous task. she's undoing the clasp of your bra, admiring how your body looks in underwear. better than her sexiest dreams.

“black lingerie, lovely?” you blush and nod, helping her get rid of the rest of your clothes and panties. “i love it.” she whispers, lips pressed against yours, eyes wandering down your body. “help me undress, pretty? it's not fair if you're the only one naked, although I really enjoy the view.”

she chuckles sweetly, seeing your hands move to help her out her crop top, while she's undoing the buttons on her jeans.

“utahime, you're so pretty.” you whisper is like something heaven-sent, just for her.

“am i? you're the pretty one here darling.” utahime wants to give herself a self-control medal for going so long without kissing you. and now that you're naked underneath her, she wants nothing else than to touch you.

but she forces herself to be patient until you two are naked. she gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, whispering a “good girl” as her hands move to cup your breasts. the sensation is quite new, her fingers twisting and pulling your nipples, making moans erupt from you. your tits were never the focus on any previous sex you had.

“mm— ah, utahime, this is...”

“no one played with your nipples before? you seem quite sensitive here.” she pulls one nipple slightly, delighting in the way you moan.

god, you're so pretty she can't decide where to touch first. you're laying down on the mattress, with her sat and settled between your legs. the way you look at her makes her whole body shiver, and utahime bites down her lip as her eyes and one of her hands wander down. her fingertips graze over your stomach, lower abdomen, and—

“is this okay?” she whispers, and you look at her, surprised. “we can stop if you want. we can always stop.” she's so sweet, looking you in the eyes, searching for any sign you're uncomfortable.

but you've never been so comfortable and worked up, really. you nod, looking at her hands.

“yeah. yeah, please— keep going.”

“okay, pretty.” her hand moves down, index finger sliding among your folds, relishing in the wet sound. that gets a moan out of you and a smirk out of iori. “you're so wet. is this all for me, angel?”

“mmm.” you nod, biting down your lip and yelping when she pinches your nipple.

“don’t hide your noises. I'll start touching you now, okay?”

when she gets our approval, her fingers tease you, opening your cunt for a better view. utahime licks down her lips — for weeks now she has been wondering what it tastes like. but patience. she can't have everything in one night, if she wants you wholeheartedly.

she needs to make you want more. and that's exactly what she does, thumb playing with your clit and her other hand giving some special treatment to your breasts. as she ordered, your mouth falls open, letting out lewd noises. it's like you're doused in gasoline and utahime is a spark. her touch sends flames throughout your body.

she gets you panting in seconds, and stops. utahime chuckles meanly at your whines of complaint. “relax, princess.” she instructs, raising her hand to lick of your juices from her fingertips. “i'll start using my fingers just a bit. tell me if it hurts, alright? and help me here when I touch you.”

she coats her fingers in saliva, bringing them down to your entrance again. she massages you, slowly entering one finger as she looks you in the eyes. she can't believe she had to wait so long to see this. your flushed face and erotic moans make every second, every night full of wet dreams of that moment, every minute desiring you more than anything — it's all worth it. she has you now.

she checks that you're okay and starts moving her wrist. you're so wet, the noise of her finger entering you enough to make your cheeks burn. she's trying to find something, her fingertips pressing your insides gently, here, there, until—

“ah!” you moan when she hits your sweet spot.

“found it.” she adds one more finger, pressing onto that spot again and again, making you squirm.

“uta— hime! utahime!” the hand on your chest moves to your waist, helping you grind against her. utahime uses her thumb to play with your clit, making your back arch a bit. “i'm close!”

“yeah? go on, lovely. make a mess on my fingers.” the stretch of a third finger being added is quickly forgotten as your orgasm wash over you. your legs shake, your back arches fully off the bed, and you're grabbing the sheets for dear life.

she doesn't stop immediately, like your boyfriend usually would if he wasn't cumming. she helps you ride out your high. utahime pulls her fingers off you slowly, licking the mess on her fingers, putting them entirely on her mouth while keeping eye contact with you. erotic. half of your brain doesn't fully function. this was so good, better than any orgasm you had before. she found all your weak spots and hit them perfectly.

utahime caress your thigh gently. a nod of approval, which she usually did to congratulate you on a correct answer in tutoring classes. always rewarding you. utahime leans in to give you a kiss, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

“was that good?” she asks as she leans back.

“you’re kidding me?” you're still trying to catch your breath. is she insane? can't she see how perfect this was? “it was amazing. really, really good—” you hesitate, but she smiles at you.

“go on, angel. tell me what's on your mind.” she gently encourages, voice a bit husky.

“can i do anything to make you feel half as good?” you suggest, shyly.

the glint in utahime's eyes would be dangerous if it weren't so attractive. she tilts her head to the side, pretending to think about something — but you two know. she's been dreaming about it for weeks. she is just choosing what to do.

“there is something, yes. we only do if you want it, though.”

you nod, waiting for her to continue. “what is it?”

“did you ever tried facesitting with a woman?”

that's how you're laid back, with utahime hovering over your face. she smells sweet, addictive even. you wonder if the sex is feeling so good because of how you two get along. but that doesn't matter that much now. she's turned so she can touch you, making your legs wide open, facing the door.

“i'm not going to put my full weight on you, but if you need to breathe, tap my thighs or my waist three times. three times, you hear me?” you hear her voice from above you.

“mm-hmm.” you confirm, hands on the top of her thighs, pulling her to you and giving an experimental lick on her cunt. utahime moans softly, and you see that as permission to continue. you feel her taste on your tongue, and it's so good.

soon the gentle, kitten licks you're giving her are becoming more hungry, desperate ones. iori closes her eyes and let her mouth hang open, letting out moans. her hands are flat against your stomach, trying to steady herself.

“oh, that's it, angel.” she praises. “that's so good, keep licking like that. mmm.”

she's on heaven right now, she's sure of it. satoru gojo's cute girlfriend is eating her out just like she dreamt about for weeks. one of her hands move down to your cunt, just as wet as hers.

utahime licks her lips and moves down to lay over you, taking some hair out of her sweaty face and starting to return the favor. you grab her hips, her ass, giving it a light squeeze.

the feeling is electrifying. there is no other way to describe it beyond that. she makes every nerve in your body burn with the flicks of her tongue, as you do for her. she grabs your thighs, pulling them apart. you can feel her muffled moans against your pussy, the vibrations rushing straight to your core.

and the feeling of your tongue on her cunt is the most perfect she ever felt. utahime smirks to herself, thinking about ways to convince you to do this more. but she won't have to. one night has already turned you two into addicts. existing without each other will become impossible after that.

and that's where the best part happens. utahime is giving kitten licks on your clit when she raises her look, looking at the door. her eyes widen as she sees who's standing there: satoru gojo himself, watching you two through the opening with a terrified look on his face.

there is a bouquet of flowers in his hands. the poor thing is pale and utahime would feel sorry for anyone else. she realizes that, from your position, cunt on your face, you can't see him. you don't even know he's there, since gojo didn't make a sound. then she leans back from your cunt, feeling you whine against hers. she doesn't even have to try hard to look happy. you make her so happy.

and she'll make you happy like this idiot never did.

utahime returns to the original position, grinding her hips against your mouth, bringing a hand to finger you and replace her tongue. she looks satoru straight in the eyes as she moans loudly. it's so obscene.

“oh, pretty, just like that. you love licking your senior's pussy, don't you?” your hum of annoyance almost makes her cum on the spot. the way you grab her hips and pull her more to you is driving her insane. but she still has a secondary goal.

she smirks seeing gojo grimace like that. in years, she had never seen him so upset, so angry. and she can guess why. i think satoru really likes this one, shoko said. he broke so many hearts without giving a damn, provoked utahime several times — and on the day he finally, truly likes a girl, his senior is fucking his girlfriend.

well, after tonight, you'll certainly won't be his anymore. utahime will make sure of that. she enjoys the fact that her back arches when you lick her so eagerly, to stare right at him mockingly.

“told you, y-you could do so much better than him. atta girl. perfect little girl, i want your cunt all to myself now.” she shivers as you moan in agreement, her dirty talking turning you on. “haah— you're really close, aren't you, angel? it's okay. I am, too. i wanna cum on your mouth, okay? you'll let me? ‘going to let your senior make a mess on your tongue?”

“uh-huh!” it's hard to talk when you're so overwhelmed by her taste, by the sound of squelch squelch squelch her fingers make when they enter your cunt again and again. she leans in to spit on it, making you moan and shiver, trying to pull her back to you.

“you're never going to let him hit it again, right, princess?” her question makes a vein of anger pop out on satoru's neck. she never saw him so bothered. so, utahime continues, lifting her hips a bit so you can talk, but not see. “who does this cunt belongs to? remind me and I'll let you cum.”

you whine when she's off you, quick to answer and get your release. “yours! yours, utahime! a-ahh— please go harder! i wanna cum!”

she lowers her hips back down, moaning when your mouth eats her like that. she tilts her head to the side, spreading your legs more for gojo to see how much of a mess she's making you. her thumb plays with your clit again, and she starts humping her hips against your tongue, moaning loudly.

“that's right.” she licks her lips and looks the man right in the eye. “all mine, princess. now go on. cum for me.”

her words are the final push that sends you over the edge. your eyes roll to the back of your skull, and the way you moan against her cunt is obscene. utahime finger-fucks you during your high, making you squirm, undecided if he's trying to run away or lean more into her touch. you thrust your tongue inside of her and that's when she loses it.

she cums almost at the same time as you, riding your face while looking your boyfriend in the eye. you two ride out your highs, and she lifts her hips slightly to help you breathe more easily. your eyes are closed, and you're panting. she's breathless too, trying to regain control do to one last thing.

she bites down her lip, and when things are calming down and he's about to leave, pissed, utahime moves her lips to him without making a sound. a phrase she'd said hundreds of times to him before, but he'd never listened to her.

“respect your senior.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀> there will be no part 2.

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Show Off - Utahime

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, mirror sex, reader's a bit of a bimbo, utahime is more dominant, lingerie

A/n: Day 12: Lingerie! I'm fighting for my fucking life guys trying to catch up to kinktober

Word count: 2.0k

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Utahime lifted her gaze up at the miniature store sign above the changing room doors. Stockings!!! And in a cotton-candy neon pink stinging her eyes the longer she held her glare. She sighed.

This was the last place she wanted to be on her off day: Huddled up in the stuffy changing room area of a swanky clothing store, the humidity sticking clothes to her skin. 

But you had insisted (and when had she ever been able to say no to you?), Shoko and Mei Mei voting on the trip as well. It had been unanimous. Utahime had felt particularly betrayed by Shoko. Traitor.

Utahime switched her glare to her phone, the blue-light glare aiding the imminent headache creeping to life. Another sigh.

Of course, there was another reason she didn’t want to be here. Seeing you in tight lingerie was not going to be good for her.

Shoko knew that.

Girls a decade younger giggled as they passed by with their chosen garments packed in designer paper bags. Utahime’s head thudded into the wall.

“How much longer are you guys gonna be?” she whined, fanning herself.

“It won’t be long!” You assured.

“Just a few minutes longer.” Mei Mei’s dulcet tones flitted through the changing room door. 

Utahime snorted to herself. “We all know you’re not going to buy anything.”

Mei peeked out the door, eyes perennially sparkling with ill-intent. “Who said anything about buying?”

Utahime rolled her eyes as  You and Shoko cackled offscreen.

“I found something I like.” That was Shoko. “Having a little trouble with the strap, though —“

Utahime struggled to imagine Shoko being sexy for anybody. But, she supposed, a woman could be sexy for herself. She couldn’t help but ask. “You’re trying on lingerie? What’s the occasion?”

“Why does there have to be an occasion, Uta? Maybe she just wants to look snatched.” Mei Mei echoed her unspoken sentiments.

“In fact, now that we’re on the subject,” Shoko began, “I am seeing a little man on the side.”

You gasped, followed by a harsh zipper sound. “Shoko! You never said!” You sighed wistfully. “Everybody’s got a boo these days.”

Shoko poked her head out this time, smirked at Utahime.

Utahime glared as Shoko giggled and retreated into the changing room.

“Done!” You said.

Anxiety married anticipation in Utahime, whirled her stomach as changing room locks came undone.

Shoko was first, fully dressed again in sweater and jeans — and of course never without a cigarette. “It’s just a bra and I’m buying it,” she said when Utahime gave her a crooked look. “They should let me wear it out if I show them the tag.”

Mei Mei was next, twirling in her new ebony-black corset. “Oh, my paypigs are gonna love this,” she said with a giggle.

Shoko laughed as Mei Mei felt the lacy fabric. Your door opened unceremoniously, jumpscaring the three of them.

Utahime stared wide-eyed and speechless as you presented yourself as though on the runway; it was a matching lacy bra and panties. The cups hugged your breasts in delicious black silk, and lace tickled up your sweet thighs from the stockings. You giggled as Shoko and Mei Mei cooed their approval.

Utahime’s mouth ran dry.

“Do you like it?” You asked her, turning to flash your ass. “Does it look like it fits?”

Utahime swallowed nothing. She composed herself when she felt Shoko smirking, adjusting her baseball cap to conceal a blush she knew was there. 

“It’s — it’s nice,” she told you. “And very pretty on you.”

Your blush tore at Utahime’s heart. “Awww, thanks, Uta!” 

“Let’s check out.” Mei Mei walked from the changing room, the clothes she had arrived with presumably in her bag. “That is, if you ladies are happy with everything?”

“You’re going like that?” Utahime deadpanned. 

“Why, of course!” Mei Mei said, giving another twirl. “Maybe I’ll pick another pig or two on the way home?” 

Mei Mei sashayed out of the changing rooms. 

“Oh, I’m not,” You said, still blushing. You retreated into the changing room and closed the door. “Gotta get this home in one piece, after all! I would have to rip it!”

Shoko sauntered toward Utahime and gave her a wink.

“Take your time,” she murmured before following Mei Mei.

Utahime gave her third sigh of the afternoon and reached down for her bag. 

“Ah!”

Utahime lifted her gaze to your door. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, it’s just — ah, this hook, it’s so stubborn.” Your elbow must have knocked against one of the walls; there was a thump, then another. “Ah, I can’t get it. Uta, d’you think you could come in and help me?”

Utahime’s handbag fell from her hands. “Uh … Y— Yes, sorry, uh, just a second!”

Utahime’s hand quivered over the door; it wasn’t locked. She walked in on trembling legs.

Your back was turned to her, facing the full-body mirror, gaze lowered as you focused on the strap buckle. You groaned after another failed attempt to unhook it.

“You know what, maybe I won’t buy it,” You quipped with a nervous laugh. You glanced in the mirror at Utahime, almost for approval. That was funny, right?

Utahime laughed as she approached, wiping sweaty hands on her jeans. “It’d be a shame; it looks really pretty on you.”

You met Utahime’s gaze in the mirror. She cleared her throat. Slowly, you turned to her. A few seconds of silence as you smiled up at her.

“What’s the point of sexy lingerie if you can’t get out of it?” You said — purred.

Utahime blinked. Had she — had she heard you correctly?

You stepped toward her. “Help me get out of this, Uta?” You batted imploring eyelashes. “Please?”

Utahime’s lips parted as you came forward to plant yours against her jaw. Utahime flinched, froze, her heart drumming in her ears as you kissed down the outline of her jaw to her neck. 

“(Y/n) —!”

She had let you back her into the wall opposite the mirror. Utahime tried to grasp you to stop you — it was a bad idea; everywhere she touched was naked skin or skin housed in lace. You were soft to the touch everywhere.

“Mmm … Yes?”

“What are you doing?” Panic sprang in Utahime’s voice. 

“Mmm …” You raised your head to meet her eye. “Kissing you, silly. What do you think?”

“No,” Utahime moaned. She fixed her hands to your hips as you continued smooching her neck. “Stop. You’re — you’re drunk.”

You faced her again, a soft glare there. “I’m not drunk.” Your hand snaked down her thigh, coming to caress her clothed sex. “I’ve never been more sober, or conscious, of what I’m doing.”

Utahime shivered. She bit her lip as you massaged her cunt through her jeans. Your breasts crushed against hers as you kissed her full on the mouth. Utahime parted her lips in shock, inadvertently inviting your tongue to rub against hers. You bucked against her as you explored her mouth. The friction — 

Utahime felt a damn break; she flipped, flattened you against the wall. She broke the kiss, looked down at you.

“Fine then,” she said. “If this is what you want …!”

Her hand slipped past your silk panties, not yet paid for, and played with your moist slit.

“A—ahah …!” You threw your head back as Utahime slipped fingers into the slit of your cunt. “N — No fair, I think you — hah — should get out of your clothes, too …”

Utahime swept two fingers against your clit, relished your startled moan. She nestled toward your ear. “You’re in no place to make demands.” She yanked your panties down and continued her work on you, fiddling with your clit as you gasped. “Dragging me to this place to watch you prance around like a little slut. You know this set is too small for you, and yet you still …”

She scissored her fingers and squeezed them between your clit, jerking it off as she kissed at the shell of your ear.

“Aah! Ha— aha!” 

“Pipe down,” Utahime ordered, fondling one of your tits. “You want the whole store to hear you?”

Her hand, so occupied with your tit, wandered behind you and, with only one hand unhooked your bra. It fell away to your waist before Utahime threw it to the floor. 

You stared, half-naked and breathless, face brushed with red. “How … can I make it up to you?”

Utahime licked her lips — until she realized she could lick you and brought her fingers from your cunt to suck on. She paused in thought before glancing to the mirror. 

“Take those off.” She motioned toward the panties. “Then sit by the mirror.”

You did as instructed, leaving the stockings on. You strolled to the mirror and sat. 

“Spread your legs,” Utahime said. 

You did so. Utahime knelt by your, steadied on her knees. She brought one hand to cup and play with your neglected breast while the other snaked down the plane of your stomach to your cunt. 

“Look at yourself.” She spread your lips, the slick pooled like a honeypot for you to witness. “So you wanted this? To let me see your slutty clothes?”

You whined as Utahime flicked at your lobe, circled your clit with her fingers.

“Y—Yes!”

“You’re worse than Mei Mei.” Utahime slapped your cunt and you flinched from the sting. “Face the mirror. When I take you home tonight, you’re going to undress me and get me off.”

Utahime sunk her fingers into your slick entrance. She pinched and toyed with your nipple as you squirmed in her care. As ordered, your eyes remained fixed to the mirror. 

“You’re going to eat me out and suck on my clit.” Utahime paused as you cried out; she’d found the rough skin of your g-spot while her thumb flicked at your clit. “That’s how you’re going to make it up to me, understand?”

You arched in her hold as she teased you with a potential orgasm. You nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! Oh, god, I want that so much!”

Utahime kissed and sucked at your neck, adding a third finger at last to your torment. You sucked her fingers in with fervor. She thumbed harder at your clit, her other hand forcing one of your tits up to suck at its nipple.

You trembled as her tongue swirled around your bud, the pace of her fingers impossible to keep up with.

“I’m gonna — aha —!”

Utahime withdrew her fingers.

You gasped. “No! No!”

She caressed your face, slick with your wetness, and forced you to look at her from over your shoulder. 

“I’ve loved you for so long,” she said. “I want you to look at me when you cum, all right?”

You nodded, eyes dreamy. You trembled with anticipation as she snaked her hand back down to your needy cunt and submerged her fingers in again.

You captured Utahime’s lips, kissing and licking her tongue as her fingers worked your insides and clit. 

A string of saliva bridged your lips and hers as you parted, eyes widening with the coming climax.

“Cum for me,” Utahime urged. “Mhm, c’mon, you can do it, cum, cum —“

Utahime cupped your mouth in time to stifle your scream. You clenched around her fingers, but she kept massaging that perfect spot inside you. You fell backward, into bliss and into her as she rode you through your orgasm. 

Utahime watched you fall apart in the mirror. She couldn’t have dreamed of a prettier sight. “That’s a good girl, finally doing what you’re told.”

You came down from your high. You stared up at her dreamily. Utahime withdrew her fingers again, licking away your orgasm from her pruney fingers. 

“Did you know I had feelings for you?” Utahime asked as you came down.

Your eyes glittered. “No — I hoped you did! Oh no!” You looked to your drenched stockings, then to the bra and panties strewn over. “I didn’t pay for those!”

“Don’t worry.” Utahime said. “I’ll buy them for you. I want to see you in them again.”

#utahime x reader #jjk smut #utahime smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #utahime iori x reader

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sweet Little Peach:

JJK Threesome Scenario

A/N: I am, without a doubt, loopy from painkillers rn (yay surgery). Written in a haze. Not responsible for how you feel afterward.

Warnings: 18+, soft smut, threesome sex, all women

Feat: Shoko X Fem!Reader X Utahime

Summary: Shoko and Utahime have a new favorite kohai

Word Count: 1446

JJK Masterlist

It’s the Jujutsu High School reunion party, and Shoko and Utahime scan the crowd for people to mingle with. Despite what she says Utahime hates Gojo and Mei, and Shoko is just here for the free booze.

"Do we know her?" Utahime asks suddenly, gesturing subtly towards a woman of about average height, her hair falling in curls around her shoulders. She was in conversation with Nanami who was listening to her with interest, sipping his drink. 

"Another kohai perhaps?" Shoko suggests as she realizes how cute the unknown woman is; fresh-faced and pink-cheeked with dewy skin. She was looking like a freshly grown peach begging to be plucked from a branch.

As they approach the both of you, Nanami sees them and raises his hand in greeting. You turn around curiously. 

"Hello Utahime-San, Shoko-San." Nanami says to them politely. "You may not remember f/n l/n. She was a first-year by the time you guys graduated your final year."

"Oh, yes, that's why we didn't recognize you!" Shoko extends a hand and shakes your hand, smiling. She thinks you're adorable and you're about to let go of her hand when she slides her thumb across the length of your palm. A shiver runs through you and you look at her questioningly but her smile is nothing but friendly.

Utahime also extends her hand to you and while shaking she turns to Nanami and asks "Girlfriend?"

Nanami's face turns red and he looks away shaking his head. "No, just a friend, I haven't seen her in years."

"You're the only person I know here!" you add as Utahime releases your hand. "It was a relief, for a second I thought I'd be spending this whole reunion trying to talk to strangers until I saw you, Nanami-Senpai."

“Well truth be told, I wasn’t looking forward to coming either, but I figured it’s good to make appearances in the Jujutsu world every now and then to let people know you're still alive.”

The 3 women laugh at Nanami’s words. “Well, cheers!” Shoko says, raising her glass and everyone follows suit to toast each other. 

“Well I think we should get to know each other better as women,” Utahime says, giving y/n a tender smile. 

“I agree,” Shoko says in a suggestively sultry voice that has your heart skip a beat. Surely they were just being friendly right? But even as you look at them you couldn’t help but realize how attractive they were, both tall, Utahime with her long hair secured with a cute little bow and Shoko with that mole near her eye.

“You wouldn’t mind us stealing her for a while, would you Nanamin?” Shoko asks him, unable to contain a grin at his surprise but he shakes his head no.

“Not at all. It’s great that people are socializing like this.”

“I’ll find you later Nanami-senpai.” You raise a hand in farewell as the other two women whisk you off into the crowd. Nanami empties his drink as he watches them take you away, looking slightly wistful. 

“I should’ve known better…”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

You gasp softly as Shoko gently kisses your neck, tongue laving up and down the length as Utahime licks her way down your flushed body, teasingly licking your belly button.

“Look at all that blushing,” she comments to Shoko who has now started paying attention to your pert nipples. “So shy, so cute.” Utahime looks up at your flushed face.

“Senpai, I-” Your words catch in your mouth as Shoko softly swirls the hard bud with her tongue. 

“We thought you looked like a peach when we first laid eyes on you,” Shoko murmurs against your nipple. “It appears that you taste like one too.” She lays her tongue back to the bud and suckles as you whine softly.

“Senpai…I should find Nanami-”

Both women chuckle softly. “And do what, my dear? He’ll never know exactly what to do with something as succulent as yourself.”

“Men are nice,” Utahime concedes as she hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and starts bringing them down your legs. “But women are just better.” She inhales deeply between your legs and you embarrassedly push back, coming into contact with the headboard. 

“Ssh…it’s ok sweet one. I know this is a little overwhelming.” Shoko says the words reassuringly and comes up to your face to pull your lips into a soft kiss. You melt against the tenderness of her mouth as Utahime gently massages your thighs with calming grips and strokes. 

“But trust me we are going to make you feel so much better than anything else you’ve ever felt before. Just be our sweet little peach hmm?” Shoko starts kissing her way down to your collarbone as Utahime starts giving the tiniest licks to your inner thighs, starting at the knees and going up deeper. Your body trembles under their combined ministrations, their voices softly cooing and awwing over your reactions. 

“Shoko, I think she liked what you did, lick her nipple again like that…yes…ohh look at how cute her face gets…”

Both their attention being wholly on you was a turn-on you hadn’t expected. You didn’t think you were into women but now almost 22 years of life decisions were being thrown out the window…

Utahime gives your thigh a soft pat. “Open for me please, sweet peach? Have to sample the nectar now…”

Your face flushes red as you hesitantly part your legs. With a soft wet pop, Shoko releases your nipple and comes up to cuddle your upper body, placing your head on her lap, and stroking her hands down your arms and shoulders. 

“Just a sample now, Utahime, don’t get greedy,” Shoko warns softly before brushing your hair away from your face. “How did we miss such a cute kohai like yourself?”

You’re about to answer but Utahime’s lips find your clit and give it a soft suck that has your hips rolling. A whine ripe with need leaves your lips and all you can see is Shoko’s face hovering above yours catching your every expression.

“That’s it y/n…we’ll take the best care of you…” Her lips descend to yours for another tender kiss as her fingers start to pinch your nipples again. 

Utahime licks a line up from your dripping core to your clit, then uses the flat of her tongue to cover the nub, licking at it like an ice cream cone. Your moans are lost in Shoko’s mouth as she continues flicking your nipples, your body writhing under their deliciously sweet care.

“You’re so cute like this y/n,” she murmurs. Utahime pops up from between your legs, lips moist with your arousal. 

“How is she?” Shoko asks, briefly leaving your side to scoot down towards Utahime. 

“So sweet. Incredibly sweet.” You watch with aroused fascination as Utahime pulls Shoko in for a kiss, your slick passing between them, tongues touching each other.

Shoko pulls away and licks her lips. “Delicious,” she whispers, looking at you hungrily. “My turn next.”

They switch and Utahime comes back up to your head while Shoko busies herself at your clit, her technique different from Utahime’s, a little quicker, with more urgency. You mewl, and Utahime quickly grips your hands so that you have something to hold on to. 

“That’s it, sweet girl…Let it out…”

Shoko delicately inserts her middle finger into your fluttering core, and hooks up into your belly, bringing you close to the edge. Your voice changes pitch as you arch off the bed.

“I-I’m gonna…” You can barely get the words out.

“Ssh…it’s ok pretty peach.” Utahime presses kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Just let it happen naturally…no rush.”

Shoko’s tongue is sinfully dextrous and as she matches those movements with that delicate touch of her finger, you find yourself gasping from delight as she drives you to an intense orgasm, the kind that fills heat in your belly, makes smaller spasms start at the beginning as they grow longer and more potent, racking your body with gratuitous pleasure. 

The room fills with your sobs as you climax, both of them cooing at you, whispering soft encouragements, stroking your hair as you calm down. 

You feel Shoko settle down on one side and Utahime on other, sandwiching you in between their soft bodies. You never relized how comforting the feeling of pillowy breasts were until you were lazing on them. Shoko and Utahime hold hands above your head and kiss each other once more.

“Well that certainly beats the reunion party,” you mumble against Shoko’s bosom. Both women giggle at your sleepy words and snuggle comfortably together, warmth carrying you all to sleep. 

#shoko ieiri #utahime iori #jujutsu kaisen shoko #jjk shoko #shoko x reader #jujutsu shoko #shoko ieri x reader #shoko smut #shoko ieri smut #shoko ieri fluff #utahime x reader #jjk utahime #jujutsu utahime #iori utahime #utahime smut #utahime fluff #utahime iori x reader #utahime iori smut #jjk smut #soft smut #vee writes

[ilythecolorpink]

Rainy Days and Mondays (Utahime Iori x female reader)

Synopsis: You and Utahime Iori were both teachers and you felt that this was the day you would finally confess your feelings to her.

For as long as you can remember from the first day you two have met, you have always admired Utahime from afar. I adored everything about her—her grace, beauty, and kindness toward everyone, even when she was strict with Gojo. I loved all of it. Even though I had these feelings, I was so scared. I kept asking myself, "What if she doesn't like me?" and "Who says she even likes women?" As a fellow teacher, you would always spend countless days, being around her and her students. 

Monday was the day you wanted to express your feelings to her because you two had been coworkers for the past four months or so. Students walk past as you go through Jujutsu Tech's hallways. When you approach one of the rooms, you see that the sky is growing dark. And in the gloomy atmosphere, you find Utahime Iori, with her long, blackish-purple hair flowing down her back, the right side of her face having a  scar, and her honey-dew brown eyes. Wearing in her Miko traditional attire. She still seems so radiant as you lean against the entryway to admire her beauty despite the total darkness of the entire room.

She is seated on one of the chairs, staring out the window, and you can hear the sound of the raindrops hitting the window seal as it starts to shower. "Oh hello, were you looking for me?" she asks in a curious tone as she turns to face me. You were so taken aback that you gasped in surprise being so caught up in the moment. You replied "Oh, yeah, I'm happy I was able to find you," as you nodded your head. You curse yourself because you can hear the nervousness in your voice and your fingers are fidgeting. She responds, "Oh well please, come sit next to me," with a soft smile on her face. She gives the wooden seat next to her a gentle tap. Your heart rate increases with every step you take as you go towards her. She asks, "So what did you want to tell me?" as you sit down and turn to face her.

You grab onto the hem of your skirt as you say “Utahime before I say anything, I just need you to know that you don’t have to accept it.” She gives you a confused expression and tilts her head to the side before responding, "Okay, whenever you are ready." You take a deep breath as you say “I’ve admired you for a long time and I… I think I like you, and I just couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.” You continue saying “I was always so unsure of myself, I never knew if these feelings were just me admiring you or actual feelings, and I think right now, Utahime I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Utahime’s eyes widened, with a mix of surprise and warmth that reflected into her eyes. She softly smiled as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Her cheeks are now slightly pink. "I never knew you felt this way," she says. She continues to reach for your fingers while she clears her throat, saying, "Um, I think I… like you." Then, with your hands entwined, she stops herself as her hand approaches yours and whispers, "No.. I take that back." You lower your head in anticipation as you experience a pain in your chest that feels like it's stopping you from breathing. Then, before you could even react, she lifted your chin with her hand and pressed a kiss on you. You fell into it and could feel the softness of her lips. She draws back and chuckles a little before saying, "Y/N, I love you too."

A/N: I know it's been so long, I finally finished my first semester in college. I know it's short but I felt like Utahime needs more love. I love you guys so much. I hope you have a good day/night. Soon I'm going to write about Shoko as a body piercer so stay tuned for that.

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[helloescapist]

Jujetsu Alumni During the Holidays

Word Count: 5979

Setting: [insert JJK Alumni] x gn!reader (established relationship)

Content  Warning(s): mentions of holidays, Christmas, hint of suggestive material.

Summary: headcanons as to what the Jujetsu Kaisen Alumni (Geto, Suguru, Nanami, Shoko, Utahime, Toji, and Yuki) are like during the holidays.

A/N: my only regret is that I did not have time to do headcanons for Choso. Happy holidays everyone. Do your best, however that may look.

Geto Suguru

In his youth, the curse user had a warmer affinity for the holiday season, able to convince himself to overlook the infringements of the cheap expectations of those around him.

In those days, Sugur could sit before the Christmas tree amongst the dark of night. Still, and quite as none stirred, content to sneak downstairs in his pajamas. To place himself before the tree, and delight in the warm tones. The ambience of peace and serenity, gentle colors, ambered golds, and tempting reds. Natural greens that soothed against light bulbs, allowed himself to become mystified by the distinct glow in the dead of night.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Content in to gaze up adoring, reflecting upon how the year had drawn him to this very moment. Accomplishments at school, making a new friend, enduring said friend, all while running his fingers over ornaments. Treasured hand-me-downs that remind him of those who passed from this world, constructed wreaths of glue and cereal. Images of his younger self posed and smiled ear to ear. Delighted to be able to gift his parents with something he had made himself.

During those years, Geto would enjoy the laughter of those around him. Noting how the light seemed to sparkle upon his peers, as they anxiously awaited presents, and winter breaks. The pitch of humming, no matter how off key, and the sudden pick up of moods of those around him.

Opting to focus on the joy that had surrounded him, he immersed himself in the comfort of its presence. Content with the bustle of those around him. He was the child who was just grateful to receive something regardless of what lurked beneath the wrapping paper.

Yet, those days have slipped from his fingertips.  Slowly, but surely, as a stream that divides mountains, tarnishes rocks, and erodes the soil beneath to the new realities of formation, the curse user’s awareness of his environment shifted. He began to notice the shift of temperament.  The sudden generosity and charity moved by those around him, by corporations pushing wares, peddling new models at unreasonable prices.

The sudden demands of peers, Christmas lists that seemed to run on without end, nor consideration of financial wellbeing. Suguru struggled to keep his head above the undertow of the holiday season, focused himself to swallow the lump at his throat. Eyes trained a head on those dearests to him, if only to maintain his sanity. To see their smiles, delighted by ice skating, joyful of cookies, and holiday treats… Told himself that such joys were not limited to the season—for those he cared for always recognized the frailty of life, and savored the moments that came far pass the holiday calendar.

But it could only last for so long. Little by little chipped him from his optimism. Familial bickering, unrealistic demands, the children who struggle to survive, and receive nothing while other youth rotted amongst materialistic items. Competition derived amongst neighbors, unabashed displays of wealth that adorned pockets, and lawn décor. Recipes that demanded attention, extravagant and pungent, crowded amongst snide remarks traded over the dinner table.

Buy, buy, buy.

The growing realization that your presence was meaningless if it did not accompany a price tag. Chocked upon the dip of sanity, yanked, and shattered his hopes, peeled open his eyes to the horrid truths of the holiday monkeys. An insatiable appetite for more, as the meaning of life fell from the waste side.

Ultimately, Geto will approach the holiday with trained cynicism. He will do his best to tuck such bitter sentiments beneath his many layers, force a smile for you as you delight in Christmas lights. Sing praises over simple pleasures like hot chocolate, and warm socks. Tuck a smile to his face, the small slips of his old self threatening to resurface.

To enjoy the lights at your side.

To sip chocolate.

To just breathe.

It’s warm, and bright, and for a moment, if just for a moment, he can allow himself to release the knot in his stomach, ease the strong desire for control from his pores, to just breath, and enjoy your company.

Bittersweet, all too aware that this moment is fleeting, and he will have to resign himself to holiday shopping. The warmth of your hand folded into his own, his discontent to frolic amongst retail monkeys, and greedy bastards cushioned by your coos of the toy selection. Reminded of the life the twins have lived before your care, before his presence, biting back any resentment of the holiday grind as you rummage through merchandise.

The girls deserve so much more than these disgusting monkeys, and because of this, he will force himself to revisit holiday sentiments. Tried and true, if only to give you the holiday you and the girls desire.

But he’d really much rather be feeding the stray cats in the alley way than doing this.

Gojo Satoru

There are few things that Gojo enjoys when it comes to the holiday itself. The presents can be tempting, he certainly has a few things that he is happy to receive, but ultimately, he believes that there is no one better than himself to buy for himself. Cut out the middleman, and any obligatory returns. Not to mention he views the entire return process at department stores exhausting. Why isn’t there an app for this by now?

More so, there’s something about the expectation of those around him. The curious peek over shoulders, the way so many tend to thumb through name tags, never openly admitting that they expect to see their names amongst the packages. Smug when they discover it, and bitter at their own self righteous expectations deflated and humbled.

In what world would he ever gift Yoshinobu Gakuganji a sincere gift.

It’s almost humorous how bruised egos can become during this time frame, as though for some reason everyone believes them the exception, desiring fits. Superficial, shallow as the first year training pool. It’s embarrassing really.

But he will make time to squeeze in opportunities to set others up for facing their expectations head on later. Truthfully, there are only a few Gojo would pick up gift for, and the most majority of them are gag gifts that are unique to his brand of humor.

It would not surprise me in the slightest if Satoru were to send Utahime a framed portrait of himself just for the satisfaction of knowing it would crawl under her skin. Playfully of course, he means no spite in his gifting, it’s all well intended to build the banter between the two. It’s a shame Utahime does not return the sentiment and smashed it. D

Tender gifts selected with the fullest of his affections are rare, and few between. However, you can expect that he has something special in mind for you. It would be targeted towards favored hobbies, or interests, or maybe something sleeker like a new wallet, or other luxury item, even a new gadget he genuinely feels would benefit you. Although ultimately, his gift may be something you may not completely expect.

Unlike his counterpart, Satoru actually enjoys the come and go of the holiday season. The noise, the lights, festivities, and parties, and he is known to partake in a large majority of them. He has a natural affinity for being around others, especially those he is partial to, and you can expect him to drag you to quite a few celebrations. A random festival will be sure to spark his interest.

He’s buying everything he can.

Challenging games, stuffing down vender’s foods, and dragging you along with him. Teasing you as he offers bites, pressed between your lips without a second thought of who may see.

In many ways, he approaches the holiday season with childlike wonder, and curiosity. He’s eager to partake in a number of traditions, those familiar, and those completely foreign. So much so that he is easily convinced to give anything a shot at least once. Gojo’s open mindedness may lead him to food poisoning one day, but to day is not this day, and the suckling pig is just too intriguing to pass up.

His sweet tooth is notorious, and more than anything, he is a sucker for all of the pastries, delicacies, and all that the holiday season has to offer—which is quite the substantial variety. If the sorcerer discovers a fair, or event that offers sweet sampling from around the world—he will not ask if you are going. He will, quite literally kidnap you.

It is his weakness.

He really cannot deny the opportunity, and there is no one he would rather spend it with than with you.

However, the best part of the holiday is not in the presents, or in the way your hand captures his own as he teases you across the ski ring—smugly delighting in your struggle on wobbly knees while he glides across the ice; it’s not even his sugar bliss…

It’s the discomfort of all party attendees as he drops harsh realities tied to the holiday season. Openly depicting the correlation between beloved Christmas caroling through town, and the warding off of evil spirits. The appeasing of kisses beneath mistletoe for higher deities, the intention of decking the halls with holly as a means of spreading good wealth. Down to toying with the ornaments upon the tree, greeting the little gods chuckled at the obvious discomfort that has begun to circulate throughout the party.

There will however, come a point where the tinsel has begun to slip from the tree, the glitter has lost its charm as it infects its surroundings, and his desire to captivate the masses has lost its buzz. He’s tired and has expended the last of his good will. Satoru will no longer attempt to humor bystanders.

Gojo wants to go home. He wants alone time. He wants you pressed against him, your arms thread around him. Pressed his cheek to your heartbeat, exhausted from the adventures the holiday has brought him, the stray of your fingers curled around one of his silver bell locks. Bonus if you’re naked.

His eye is on the prize, and the best he will do is manage a later, before leaving in the most obtuse of departures.

Nanami Kento

One of the first things that come to mind when one thinks about the holiday season, is the endless to-do lists that plague observers. Never ending tasks to complete from scrubbing floors, ensuring beds have been properly made. There are sure to be visitors, relentless relatives that are known to rub their fingers across shelves searching for dust. Little things to nitpick, like flies to the flesh, the holiday is supposed to be something that is beautiful, and hopeful, but the reality is for a lot of people, the holidays are a horrible source of stress.

If you are one of those people, lean on Nanami.

Let’s be honest, you can always lean on him.

Kento is an expert at delegating and accomplishing tasks. Calm under pressure, the holiday season is by no means a source of anxiety for him. Rather, it’s a chance to accomplish the highest of feats. A chance at glory, to be your hero. To demonstrate his strengths to prove once and for all,

He is a domestic god.

The sorcerer is a man of warmth under pressure, unphased by the daunting tasks to be accomplish. Meticulous, and well thought out, he can strategize his approach, and compose himself under fire, and strike when the iron is hot.

In just a few short hours, he has reorganized your home, sparkled beneath the gleam of lights. Sprinkled joy amongst the cinnamon and nutmeg, the sweet hues of vanillas and zest of orange that greets you as you open your door. The distinct tinkering of nails, or staples, his fingers calloused and tired at work. Dedicated to the task at hand.

He’s already ensured that there is not a crumb, nor speck out of place.

Balanced upon a step ladder, pins between pressed lips as his eyebrow furrows. Pressed in deep contemplation. The small bead of sweat those traces down his brow, the roll of his sleep revealing taunt muscles as the sweet smell of sugar cookies with his own special recipe wafts through the room. Too distracted by the garland and lights twirled between his fingers to notice that you’ve arrived home.

How desperately you want to enfold him in your grasp, snuggle him into your arms, if not more. Only pinned back by the way he balances himself upon the ladder, and knowing fully well that your intrusion would result in bodily harm. You’ll get him later tiger.

Yet, the moment he hears your bag drop, the slip of your keys into the bowl, rolled your shoulders. The way he peeks over his shoulder at you, the smile growing and spreading ear to ear, soft and warm. Delighted to greet your return, the way he whispers your name with affection that could easily be missed if you were not familiar with the dip of his tone. “Oh, [YN], welcome home.”

As if he is not in fact, balancing an act of decoration magic as he swiftly retreats down the steps, to greet your arrival home, requesting in as nonchalant tone as possible, that he would appreciate your input on his home-made mulled wine. His indirect way of offering you reward for your efforts. And he welcomes the praises.

Kento has little difficulty approaching holiday shopping. While he cannot say with the utmost confidence it is his favorite thing to do, but that being said, he understands that the majority of people have a severe aversion. Whether it’s simply something you hate to do who doesn’t, or if it is someone who simply struggles with the crowds, the social demands, finds the entire environment over stimulating and could result in full sensory shutdown—he’s more than happy to take responsibility for this task.

In general, he’s fairly unbothered by the task itself. Although he would be happier to be at home with you decorating sugar cookies. Yet, he will never struggle with completing the task. He can hop from store to store if it were to mean he could bask in the tuck of your smile, or the way you cannot help but release a sigh of relief. The bones that seem to ease at the sincerity, and how your small hands captivate his sides as you whisper your gratitude, shyly into collar.

You’ll find that during this time, Kento is at ease. The nostalgia of Christmas lights, the distant hue of holiday cheer. Gentle, and comforting to his ears. The sound of neighbors welcoming relatives as he sits in his balcony, sipping his mulled wine. There’s a sweet sense of enjoyment, warm and at ease. It’s all so cozy, and calls upon distant memories that remind him of simpler times.

Splitting a sweet potato with Haibara.  Warm and tender, the heat a stark contrast from the pillows of smoke that captured his breath. The exposed of his finger tips fumbled across the potato that he insisted on sharing with Nanami, the exact opposite of him. His laughter at Kento’s open pessimism. The snarky remarks he had made at Haibara’s lack of consideration of his health, pointing out his lack of mittens in such chill.

His old age reflection, making Kento all too aware of how he had taken such moments for granted.

These memories, at times, can be stirring, little moments that he wishes that he could erase, or ones that he desperately longs to reclaim. A balancing act that he struggles to manage, but there it is. Your wide smile as you come rushing through the door. The sack wrapped around your wrists, excitedly tossing aluminum wrapped produce between fingers.

Your nose bright red, cheeks puffed as undeniable as the smile that spreads, the squint of your eyes. Excited, warm and nearly shaking with your joy as you make quick work of your shoes, abandoned at the doorway, and rush to share your spoils of war, packaging. Completely unaware that your smile reminds him of the ghost of your youth. Grins nearly perfectly aligned.

And he cannot fight the way the corner of his lips tug as he takes the potato from your fingers, lightly teasing that you should have worn mittens.

Shoko Ieiri

What day is today?

Shit, she doesn’t even know.

The rub of her temples, cold rooms, piled upon bodies in capsules. The sickening scent of methanol and sodium bi carborate. Toxic, and pulled, only shooed away from her senses as she lights another cigarette. Welcomes the shortened life span, the thick puff of smoke between pressed lips. Chocks on duties that weigh on her, as her fingers meet the bridge of her nose. The exasperating jitter of a dial tone vibrated against her desk. Buried beneath papers, files that have claimed her workload, and distracted her from any sense of a personal life.

The exhaustion that draws out a ushed annoyed sigh, as the sender of the text flickers in over excited, and obnoxious tone.

Remember to take time off for the holidays—Gojo.

The press of the time, well past three am, on Christmas morning. The jolly diabetes bowl of jelly has long since passed over Japan—no part of her is at all surprised that he had not bothered to pay her a visit as she clicks the lock button between her nails, allowing the phone to slip from her hand and plunk on the desk. The fatigue sunk between her bones as her back finds the back of the chair.

Ieiri cannot recall the last time she observed the holidays; work often distracted her from such sentiments. Not that she had ever truly cared about the septation. There were very few moments that the holiday season really held any significance for her. She can recall gifts that she enjoyed, but aside from such moments, it was never something she awaited.

More often than not, it felt as though she was directed in a play. Expectations of gifts, to pose for the perfect picture, laugh at jokes that lacked humor, act surprise despite the fact that her parents had a less than impressive maneuver to place it directly under their bed. Not even properly tucked under. How was she supposed to act surprise? All elaborate orchestrated performance, one that had all of its expectations on display for all those to view, and should she not put on a well enough performance as she often fell short of.

No one ever hid their disappointment.

Shit, Shoko had never been impressed with the concept of the holidays. Really, the only enjoyment she found in the season was the early outs from school, and well, when things were simpler. When Gojo and Geto would laugh, engage in snowball fights in the courtyard as though they were small children. Like elementary students, when things were simpler.

When she could smile.

These days, your girlfriend has very little interest in engaging in the holiday festivities. It’s not so much that she is downright hateful at the prospect. Shoko has no intentions of robbing the Whos of Christmas, but that beign said, she has no real emotional investment either. Her involvement will be for your sole amusement only. Even then, she’s tired, and on a limited battery.

Actually, Shoko can be rather giving of what limited time she has accumulated, so long as it’s not a forced participation. Do not guilt her, nor make her feel as though there are ultimatums attached to her absence, or her enrollment. Such consequences will not end well with your partner, but surely you knew this before you committed to this relationship.

You’ll hear no complains if you choose to visit friends and family, bar crawl, or even adventure past your borders to conquer every party that you can find, or investigate any vendors you come across. Really, have fun.

She wants you to have fun.

Truthfully, the only joy she divuldges in the holiday season, is the sweet late hours of slumber. The filter of the midday sun high in the sky as it peeks through sheer curtains. Catches her eyelashes, dances across her skin, to wake to you peering over her, the muddle of your bedhead. Stuck at odd ends, the wear of a late night relieved from your senses. The bright eyed gaze you regard her in, soft as the dimples form upon your cheeks. The blush of her finger stroked upon your cheek.

Yes, this is the moment that she lives for. One that she has craved, and is the reason why she has endured whatever holiday torture you have submitted her to. Shoko’s piece of joy.

Only brightened by the small squeal you release, as she plucks a present from beneath her pillow. The delight of the significance—the only person she has purchased a gift for in well over a decade.

Just for you.

Utahime Iori

Is a little embarrassed that she looks forward to this time of year.

Will never openly admit how excited she is, as though some part of her still clings to being a shy child. She’ll dodge questions, try to play coy as she averts her eyes when you ask what her plans are for the holiday. Mutter claims that nothing really comes to mind, perhaps she’ll just do the same old, same ol’.

It’s a ploy.

A down right lie. She knows exactly what she will be doing, and if you have progressed in your relationship, Utahime will still be a bit dodgy with her openness, but you’ll find small ways of being pulled into her traditions.

It’s not that she’s intentionally skipping yours over, and in fact, if you are an avid holiday celebrator yourself, you’ll find her interest peek. If you have a certain gingerbread recipe, one that demands a multitude of steps, she will watch your precision with peaked interest.

Peeked over your shoulder, leaned meticulously in as if to absorb all of the information you have to offer. The precision of your knife, patterns traced on parchment. Each line thought out with great care, and calculated angles to ensure that your gingerbread house mansion will stand through the festivities.

Iori adores observing your traditions, regardless of w hat holiday you dedicate yourself to, or religious practices. To be included means a great deal for her, and while she may not understand everything that is happening such as  the morning mass, the sorcerer puts great care into researching prior. Doing her best to follow the motions as accurately as you demonstrate.

Smiles to herself at the significance of being included.

The small blush that claims her cheeks, paints to the tip of her nose and the ends of her ears only maintained dignity beneath her hair upon the openness in which you open the door of your family home, happy to share holiday traditions with your girlfriend, and those you love.

Obviously shy at first, will do her best to appear small, and out of the way.

Gradually puts herself to work.

Fixing dim lightbulbs upon the Christmas tree. Assisting the freeing of dolls and trucks from packaging. Happily greeting family pets, allowing them out for a moment of peace from the probing children. Before she inevitably builds the confidence to requests tasks.

Your mother juggling multiple dishes between an oven and a skillet, Utahime will ask if there is anything she can do for her, and despite your mother’s polite refusal, your partner’s ability to rescue the dinner rolls from certain doom is greatly appreciated.

Before she knows it, she has handed task after task.

Iori seizes opportunity to inquire casually about your upbringing. Naturally reserved, it’s almost comical at the approach she takes. Doing her best to seem as though she happened upon such topics—unaware of the side glances your siblings exchange with the smuggest of looks before diving into every horrifying memory they can muster.

Going so far as to procure baby pictures. The shy delight she finds in flipping through them.

Not that Utahime minds, she finds comfort in the way that she has been greeted by your family. A small wish pressed in the back of her mind, as to how naturally it all feels to be embraced amongst your childhood home. Imagines the future that could be born of such familiarity.

How your own home might blossom with the bustle of the holidays.

Now, if you are not one who has any particular attachment to traditions, or none worth departing into your relationship in your opinion, you will find that Utahime is bashful. She’ll do her best to tip toe around the conversation, shyly leaving boxes of ornaments in view, frosting backs of sorted colors, temple fliers to mark the upcoming visits, and any information of upcoming Christmas markets.

Each intentionally placed in view, praying that you will bridge the topic with some interest, rather than shuffle it to the side out of your way.

If you do, she’ll swallow her pride and ask if by any chance—would you like to go to the temple with her? However, you’d be missing out on the opportunity to see the heat come to her cheeks, the press of a smile, and blossomed joy as she imparts off the information she has gathered about the Christmas markets that will take place upon your inquiries. You’re unsure of what a Christmas market is? She’s happy to show you.

Fingers linked between one another as she gently pulls you forward, delighted in the displays, in the treats. Warmed by the Christmas lights, the holiday music, and cheer that bustles amongst vendor to vender. Children delighted, and curious, bearing so much similarity to your companion in a way that draws for warmth and appreciation of your time together.

The holiday season really does bring out child wonder in Utahime.

She’ll write in her diary about this day, and peek back at it every so often.

A beautiful memory.

Toji Fushiguro

The approach of the holiday season brings forth many joys. Generous gifts, meticulously placed decorations that spark a sense of wonder, nostalgia of familiar pastries, and good tidings all around, but not for the cast away Zenin.

I would say that there is a touch of cynicism that threatens Toji’s approach to the holiday season. His upbringing less than affectionate, but because of this—he is fairly indifferent to this time of year.

 you’ll meet a scoff of a laugh, one that bites down realities before shrugging at the quip of his lips. “Couldn’t say,” simple and precise. Nothing more departed. Because truthfully, he really couldn’t give a shit less.

Well, assuming one of the bastards hasn’t sent a holiday card through the mail. The sweet impart of well wishes for the upcoming new year will wring out every bit of irony and hypocrisy. Would absolutely send something in return, merely as a slap to the face. Whatever infringement he can mustard. Even if it’s an explicit image of him fucking you, he hopes it ruins their fucking day.

Smug as hell as he drops it off with the post master.

Assuming he didn’t just hand deliver it along side a bag of candy dicks.

Overall, Toji is fairly indifferent to the holiday season as a whole, and as he grew older and older, it really meant… absolutely noting. He felt no animosity towards family on the street delighting in their wares and intentions to sneak goodies from fat man. It’s a little creepy, but if it makes them happy. He really could careless.

The 25th is the same as the 26th, cold. Loud, and sometimes with good food to snatch.

In correlation to his children, you’ll find that Toji is more willing to attempt the holiday cheer—well, in his own approach. While he for one has no interest, nor the capabilities of bridging the topic with his children. He has no desires to share tales of a jolly fat man who can squeeze down nooks and crannies, commit breaking and entering, and peep on them in their beds.

He does enjoy the opportunity to ambush them from their walk home from elementary school, completely blindsided that he has come to pick them up from their educational track by an onslaught of snowballs to the face.

No one is safe.

He is in it to win, and does not mind any potential bloodshed that will come of it. I promise he has hit one of them hard enough to elicit a nosebleed. It’s all in good fun, and encourages that they return the sentiment.

Megumi will never admit that this was the side of his father that was rare, small slips of a man that appear in his distant memories. Ones in which he was free, unbound by jujetsu norms, and just.

Present.

Happy.

 But, that does not mean, the acclaimed Fushiguro is not in tune with the desires of his children, even if he does not speak to them.

He’ll put in more hours. Press for more opportunities to snub out problems curses and sorcerers alike for a bit of extra pocket cash, an haunting figure amongst holiday shoppers as he picks up items he noticed drawing his children’s attention, or hinted at in their expressions.

But Toji really doesn’t fucking care who the gift is from. In fact, he’ll intentionally leave the package blank. Knowing all too well that it will occur to neither child that their father is the sender of the package. They received it is enough.

You can expect his approach to giving you a git to be the same. He is observant, and well he may struggle to align a majority of emotional needs, Fushiguro is familiar enough with your likes and dislikes to select a gift you will enjoy. Even if it is something as small as your favorite cookies.

Offered in the most disinterested way, nonchalant as mentioning it or pulling it from his pocket on his way out. “Later,” under his breath, turned over his shoulder to hide the small smile that catches his lips, the sparkling aura you illuminate just a little to bright for his eyes, as he slinks off.

Back to the gambling den.

He is admittedly, a little busier this time of year, but as a sign of good faith, he is willing to entertain pushing a majority of request to the side when he sees the dimple between your eyebrows, and how you struggle to swallow back the bitter realization that a majority of families are not only astray, but downright treacherous. However, a higher bid cannot be ignored.

Really, that’s the only part of the holiday season that bring the assassin any sense of satisfaction. The opportunity for a higher payday, but the fact that his time is for the most part free. Unsolicited. Available.

The ability to divulge himself in whatever pleasures he desires.

Fushiguro can filter through requests, select high ticket missions. Lord knows the season not only brings out the worst in others, but it also dulls the senses of a majority of targets. Easy payout, and he’s home in time for breakfast, or he can wonder off to the gambling din. The round of desperation, indulgent depression tipped in his favor, easy money, or there are more opportunities that are even more delectable than coin.

Toji is more than aware that this time of year, brings out a certain generosity in you, a small spark of adventure, and willingness to indulge yourself.

Suddenly, you’ll find yourself filled to the brim with holiday cheer.

The opportunity to distract you from whatever mundane task you insist is necessary for the celebration is far too tempting. How far can he push you, until you break. Whining obscenities, puddy between his fingers. Desperate for his touch, gnawing back weakness, sputtering and pitiful.

That’s alright sweetheart, let me fulfill your wish list.

Yuki Tsukumo

Absolutely unapologetic in her freelance approach to the holiday season.

Will shamelessly drag her partner into her antics.

The thing is, and it may not surprise you by any means, Tsukumo has absolutely no attachments to long standing holiday traditions. Such detachment from family is a side effect of being offered up to Tengen. It’s not that she outright discourages you from engaging in whatever rituals you have opted to keep alive from your childhood. Depending on it, she’ll find it fun, and even cute.

If she’s being honest, and let’s be honest, Yuki believes that open communication regardless of how blunt is the appropriate approach in a relationship, she finds  a majority of traditions… annoying. The concept that one should dip into their pockets to satisfy greed, the meaty underbelly of the holiday season that depicts itself as generosity, and acceptance is anything but. She has witnessed a number of individuals struggling to conform to the season, and a number of would be celebrators ostracized by families.

Unwelcomed.

Displaced.

She’s not outright denying dropping in for some holiday shenanigans with your parents, but should the opportunity present itself, she’d rather allow herself to drift amongst the winter seasons.

This time of year certainly has a tendency to bring out the worst in the human population, and a sudden fluctuation in cursed spirits is to be expected as a natural epidemic worldwide, and as such, Yuki welcomes tossing holiday constrictions to the side, but not outright abandoning.

Rather, she’d rather make the most of the environment she has wandered into. She’s not going to let the lack of unfamiliar faces dip into her spirits. Yuki is thrilled to have happened upon foreign celebrations. The adorable plays put on by children in the African continent, Anyone who has not experienced chakalaka is missing out in her opinion.

The year she wandered into a mystifying scene of las posadas, a procession that ranged with candles, and peace. Beautiful and enchanting amongst the night sky, savoring colemono, and the joy of children expressing how a baby brought their gifts.

The bar crawl expedited through out all of Europe upon this time of year, the flavors ,the joy, strangers intermingled, and the wide languages that greeted her arrival.

Depictions of Santa jamming on a saxophone, and the sweetness of a peace apple between her teeth.

Tsukumo really just cannot understand the appeal of remaining stagnant during such a wonderful time of year, and would much rather her wanderlust to guide her holiday. To welcome embrace and cheer by strangers, unfamiliar faces, and unusual foods.

The food is amongst the selling points; she has always enjoyed her food, and the opportunity to explore the unfamiliar accustoms is topped off only by the cuisine. She’s adventurous enough to try anything, regardless of how obscure the ingredients may be, but be aware that your partner does not mine openly spitting it out if it does not meet her palette.

Yuki is confident, and as such, you will find the natural way that she can enter the holiday season, welcomed amongst travelers, cross country explorations. The best part of this time is year is how effortlessly she releases expectations. Cast away duties, rules, and traditions. The road before her, your arms threaded around her, your cheek pressed into the leather of her jacket.

The possibilities before the two of you.

An entire world to unfold, and places to go.

Waking up in unfamiliar places, you pressed into her breast, shamelessly flaunting her figure and delighted in stirring you at early morning hours. Allowing herself the opportunity to part her appreciation for your company on this trip between pressed kisses that litter your body, uttered merry Christmas between small nips. Teasing, playful.

Squeezed in time together.

You, your presence is the only gift she needs.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #utahime iori x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #yuki tsukumo x reader

[rekino2114]

can you do utahime x male reader

*utahime comes home looking upset*

Utahime:I swear I'm gonna kill that blindfolded idiot

Y/n:Oh, hey dear did gojo make you upset today?

Utahime:When doesn't he?

Y/n:*chuckles* fair enough, I made you dinner, we can eat together, and then you can tell me what happened while cuddling sound good?

Utahime:become my husband

Y/n:What?

Utahime:s-sorry, I meant I love you

Y/n:I love you too uta

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #utahime iori #utahime iori x reader #x male reader

[nakunakunomi]

this is part of my drabble collection: The answer is love - Masterlist

Characters: Utahime x GN reader Prompt: "How did you get this scar?" [a/n]: Starting this one off with Utahime, I am delighted to be writing for JJK, and these drabbles are an ideal way for me to figure out how I want to characterize characters in my fics.

“How did you get this scar?” you ask Utahime who is lying in your lap. You were running your fingers through her hair, tracing her delicate features, when your fingers lingered for a moment on the unevenness on her cheek and nose. You traced the outline, the skin feeling smooth, just a different kind of smooth from the rest of her face. You like the scar, it adds character to her face, proves she’s a strong sorcerer who’s survived certain hardships. And it doesn’t diminish anything of her beauty; -instead, it adds to it. 

She smiles, eyes still closed from your ministrations. She moves a hand up to take yours and brings it to her lips, ever so softly kissing your fingertips. The gentle gesture gives you goosebumps. It is silent for a while, as if she is pondering over your question, trying to figure out an answer that is not too harsh or gruesome. After all, she doesn’t want you worrying when she is off for missions, you already worry too much. 

“A curse.” It’s all she says before smiling, pressing the hand she is still holding to her cheek, a silent plea for you to continue what you were doing, and not to focus on what has happened in the past. It’s a tender moment, a quiet moment, a loving moment between just the two of you and it would be a waste to break the soft and romantic tension with a heavier subject, so you let it rest, and trace her face again. Your fingers linger again, this time on her lips and you lean down to press a kiss to them. She laughs. It’s better to be quiet for now. 

#jjk x reader #jjk #utahime x reader #utahime iori #utahime iori x reader #jjk imagine #jjk reader insert #utahime imagine #reader insert #2nd person POV #gn reader #romance #fluff #drabble #drabble collection #the answer is love

[bizbat]

Pretty Like This

~ Utahime Iori x Reader

~ Mature content alluded to but nothing explicit

~ Reader's appearance is not described

~ Reader can be read as any gender

~ Wc: 1.030k

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Thank you to @pterodactyl-hater for requesting something with my glorious queen, my eternally loving goddess, my beautiful, gorgeous wife, Uthime Iori!

~ She looks so pretty like this.

"Pretty" doesn't seem strong enough a word to describe her.

No words truly do. There's not a phrase in any language that fully encapsulates everything about her. How a simple glance your way can make your heart squirm and writhe in your chest. How even thinking you've heard her voice down the hall is enough to make your entire body stop, make your limbs freeze mid air. How, when she talks, all you can do is sit there stupidly as she talks, her sweet voice making your brain shut off, preventing you from forming a competent sentence.

No, "pretty" isn't nearly enough. But for some reason, when you see her like this, it's the only thing that comes to mind.

She's laid out in your bed, her long, inky locks of hair spread across her pillow, framing her face in a way that's, frankly, angelic. Her skin, softer than any silk you've ever felt before, bare and exposed to the warm air of your room. Her strong, delicate arms, perfectly laid across her stomach. If you didn't know any better, you'd assume she was a portrait come to like, nigh perfect in every aspect.

She's so powerful, even in her sleep she wills you to wait for her, to observe her soft chest rise and fall with every deep, slow breath. She compels you to study the way her elegant lashes rest across her porcelain cheeks. She pulls you in, grips you by the throat and gives you no other option but to focus and obsess.

You try not to breathe too loudly, try not to move too much, try not to disturb her slumber, anything to keep her like this.

Not that she isn't as breathtaking when she's awake, when you see her exercising, sweat dripping down the side of her neck, a glowy sheen coating her every muscle, you have to physically force yourself not to gawk. When she has her hair tied back, absentmindedly watching TV, your head in her lap as she plays with your hair, it's hard not to gaze up at her with sheer admiration and adoration.

And, like last night, when she's laid on her back, her face flushed the most vibrant shade of pink, and her usually collected voice reduced to little more than choked gasps and moans, it's enough to bring tears to your eyes.

But you think this is still your favorite version of her. Your fingers twitch, desperate to reach out and stroke her face, or fix her messy bangs, but you don't have it in you to disturb her in the slightest. You worry you're doing it now, just by staring at her so intently. If she were awake, she'd laugh at you, a soft, airy noise that would make you feel like an idiot in the best way.

Your breath catches in your throat when you see her lashes flutter, her eyes slowly peeking open and getting used to the light pouring in through the window. She moans, warming up her voice before turning to lay on her side to stare right back at you. Neither of you say a word, a warm silence permeating in the air between the two of you.

Eventually, when she notices the awestruck look in your unblinking eyes, she speaks. "Why are you staring at me?" Her question is spoken with a smile on her face. That damn smile that got you here in the first place, that stole your heart the minute she flashed it your way. Taken off guard by her confrontation of your admittedly creepy behavior, you blink for the first time in what must've been at least five minutes.

Your lip trembles, your brain once again melting in your head at her words, as your mouth opens and closes, several answers being born and dying on your tongue. And just as you thought she might, she does indeed laugh, a musical giggle bouncing around between your ears as she reaches out and brushes her thumb across your face.

You finally form a real thought when you feel her soft, albeit slightly chapped, lips press against your nose. "You just . . ." You begin speaking, getting lost in those deep, wise pools of golden, honey brown that make unwavering contact with your own eyes. "You look so . . . pretty like this, Utahime."

It's such a simple sentence, something so soft and innocent whispered to what you think might be the most beautiful woman on the planet. Yet, the minute it leaves your lips something heavy settles in your chest, something thick, something so cold it freezes every drop of blood rushing through your veins, yet so hot it sends a wave of hot, red heat throughout your body.

Her eyes crinkle at your words, her hand moving to fix her wild, messy, gorgeous hair. "Think so?" She says it like she doesn't believe you, like she's used to hearing it, but not used to it being meant. And it shatters your heart like glass. You push yourself up, careful not to move too fast, careful not to startle her, as if she'd see your desperation and immediately leave, tell you to forget anything had ever happened between the two of you.

You hold yourself above her, looking down at her with stars in your eyes, before lowering yourself down just enough to press the gentlest kiss in the world to her pink lips. You hope she can't hear how fast your heart is beating in your chest, can't read your mind and discover just how in love with her you are, as you try to make her see how wonderful she is with every movement of your lips against hers.

You don't even realize how deep the kiss had actually gotten until you pull away, breathing heavily as blood rushes to your face. Your eyes drop to Utahime's face, her eyes as bright as yours usually are in her presence. Suddenly, you lose every bit of confidence, dropping back to lay in bed beside her.

After a few more moments of silently staring at each other, you finally manage to choke out an answer.

"Y-yeah . . . I think so."

#bizbat #jjk #utahime x reader #utahime iori #utahime iori x reader #gn!reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen

[utahimeow]

utahime in a sundress utahime in a sundress utahime in a sundress

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

utahime thinks she likes her new dress. she’s never been one for skirts and dresses so it’s not exactly her style, but it looked pretty on the rack and it reminded her of how you mentioned something about a “sundress season”. it’s not like she can’t return it anyway.

but any and all of her doubts fly out the window the moment she tries it on for you. you look up and she’s standing in the kitchen doorway, smoothing her hands over it awkwardly, and your mouth drops.

“what do you think?” she asks, pouting her lips with uncertainty.

the dress is patterned with pink floral. it falls below her knees, and even though it’s long, the way it clings to her torso makes your thighs squeeze together as your mind becomes filled with sin. it’s cinched at the waist, accentuating every curve of hers that you adore so much. the neckline is low, and it showcases her defined collarbones and pushes her breasts into a perfect cleavage.

“babe,” you say, eyes wide and you think you’re actually drooling. “you look fucking beautiful. oh my god.”

in a split second you’re standing in front of her, your hands mindlessly making their way to her hips, eyes ogling her shamelessly. you’re hazy as you watch her cheeks turn pink and that’s when you’ve had enough because you can’t contain yourself any longer.

“i’m gonna show you what i think,” you say, then utahime’s gasping as your lips attach to her neck. you usher her backwards until she’s colliding with the nearest kitchen counter, all the while leaving little purple love bites across her collarbones despite how often she tells you not to. (she prefers covering you with them, but she looks so adorable when she scolds you for giving them to her).

your greedy hands make their way to her tits to squeeze them, and with a smirk against her flesh you’re shoving the garment down until it sits just beneath her chest, to which utahime immediately squeals.

“hey!” but she can’t find it in herself to be genuinely pissed, not when you wrap your lips around one of her rosy nipples and she’s instantly tossing her head back as you suck at it.

you push at her hips, guiding her as she obliges your wordless command and hops up onto the counter. feeling sympathetic, your mouth migrates to her other nipple where your tongue makes up for the lack of attention it’d received. meanwhile your hands make their way up her toned legs, hiking the hem of the dress up along the way.

your mouth pulls away from her stiffened nipple with a pop and you’re grinning at your girlfriend as you sink between her legs where you spend so much time that it’s like your second home. her skirt is hiked up around her waist, exposing her cute lacy panties that you’re tugging at before you can help it. she lifts her hips, letting you tear them down her legs.

without a second to waste, your mouth latches onto her clit, prompting utahime to let out one of her pretty moans that are always so effortlessly lewd. in a split second her hand flies to your hair, an futile attempt to ask you for mercy. she’s just so sensitive.

as your tongue draws circles against her bud, your fingertips prod at her entrance. the tip of your middle finger slides through her folds at first where you collect the arousal that drools out of her, and you pull away to stare up at her through your lashes.

“so wet already, baby,” you tease, even though your heart swells at how needy she is for you, and then your lips are on her cunt once again.

“can’t help it- mmh,” she whines, her voice quivering as she starts to pant. “you’re so good to me.”

you hum against her dripping pussy, dipping a single finger inside and it slips in with ease, as it always does. you crook it upwards and utahime’s grip on the roots of your hair turns a little more harsh.

the sounds coming from you are utterly obscene. you slurp and lick at utahime’s clit with fervour while every drag of your finger in and out of her pussy gives a squelch. there’s an almost constant stream of breathy moans from your girlfriend’s mouth. every so often she gives a soft “fuck,” or a “please,” or the whine of your name that has a patch of wetness growing in your own panties.

a second digit joins your first. utahime’s thighs tremble around you and her moans grow a little louder. her warm walls swallow your now two fingers, and the way she starts to pulse around you is all the indication that you need of her pending climax.

“baby… i’m close,” she whimpers, voice laced with a need that spurs you on in your ministrations.

your fingers speed up as your wrist flicks back and forth. your tongue works her clit rapidly, your mind empty but for the sole goal of making your girlfriend cum.

“cum for me, angel,” you mutter, pulling away just enough so that your words aren’t muffled by her pussy. still you’re close enough that your hot breath blows over her clit and your words send vibrations through her entire body. “cum on my fingers. you can do it, yeah? for me.”

and then her eyes roll back and her head falls back too and her mouth is wide as she cries out with bliss. she clenches all around your fingers which never halt as they coax her through her orgasm. your knees wobble as you stand from between her quivering legs to press a flurry of tender kisses to her neck.

“that’s it. good girl,” you coo, adoring the way she squirms. “my best girl.”

needless to say, she definitely wasn’t returning the dress.

#utahime smut #utahime x reader #utahime iori smut #utahime iori x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — utahime

[spwiski]

It's a commonly known fact that love makes you do things that you wouldn't usually do. Your heart, thumps in your chest, rattling your ribcage. Your mind is consumed with thoughts of that special someone. 

And for you that special someone was Utahime. You couldn't help but be drawn to her unique beauty. Her porcelain skin, full lips, and brown eyes left you entranced whenever you laid eyes on her. Most people would have been put off of the sorcerer as soon as they saw the large scar that covered the expanse of her face. But for you, it was just another element that added to her already alluring features. 

But there you were, running a soft and delicate cloth across her face, soothingly caring for a wound that she had obtained from a cursed spirit. She let out an involuntary gasp as you gradually wiped away the blood, her hand clutching onto yours tight. You couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness wash over you at the sight of her in pain.

"You have such gentle hands," she whispered, her eyes locked onto yours. You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, her words sending a thrill through your body. You looked down at your hands and then back up at her, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Thank you," you whispered meekly. Her gaze stayed glued to you, her eyes scanning the features of your face. "I think you'll live," You joked playfully, looking at the stained cloth in your hand. She let out a low giggle, her palm still embraced by yours.

"I knew I was in good hands when I asked for your help," Utahime murmured tenderly, her thumb tracing calming circles against the back of your hand. You couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spread through your chest at her touch.

As you continued to tend to her wounds, you found yourself getting lost in her gaze. There was something different about her eyes today, something that made you feel like she was looking at you differently. Her eyes seemed to linger on your own, almost as if she were searching for something deeper within you.

You couldn't deny the way your heart was pounding in your chest, your emotions feeling like a jumbled mess. It was then that Utahime spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen between you both.

"I have something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. You swallowed hard, fear and excitement battling within you at her words.

"What is it, 'hime?" you asked, your voice quiet.

She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving yours. "I know we've been dancing around each other for a while now," she began, her voice laced with uncertainty. "But I want you to know that I have feelings for you. Deep feelings."

Your heart leapt in your chest at her confession, your mind racing to process the words she had just spoken. You searched her face for any indication of hesitation or doubt but found none. She looked at you with such clarity and purpose that you knew she had thought long and hard about what she wanted to say to you.

As she spoke, you found yourself losing control of your emotions. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you were sure she could hear it. Her vulnerability was both beautiful and terrifying. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply stared deep into her eyes.

Utahime's hand tightened around yours, her fingers interlocking with yours. "Please say something," she breathed out softly, the faint traces of a tremor in her voice.

"I don't know what to say," you stammered, your mind racing a mile a minute.

Utahime's expression shifted to one of worry. "Do you not feel the same way?" 

You shook your head hastily, the movement slightly jarring the hand that Utahime still held in her grasp. "No, it's not that," you said, trying to find the right words to explain what you were feeling. "It's just, I never thought you would feel that way about me."

Utahime's expression softened at your words, and she leaned in closer to you. Her lips were just inches away from yours, and you could feel her warm breath on your skin.

"I understand," she whispered, her eyes flashing with a new intensity. "But I want you to know that I mean every word I say. I want to be with you."

Her words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you felt your resolve crumble. You leaned in closer to her, your lips meeting hers in a searing kiss.

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[kandahou]

! 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒..! (𝟣𝟪+)

ft. Utahime Iori

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· synopsis: You're not jealous, but having another name coming out of your girlfriend's mouth bothers you.

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 488k + warnings- mdni, nsfw content, f!reader, wlw, top!teader, 20+ characters, petnames(baby),vaginal sex, rough sex, dildo/strap use.

It’s not jealousy. Far from it! You didn’t feel it. But the way it was “Gojo this” or “Gojo that” is always Gojo! Gojo! Gojo!

Oh, that got on your nerves. The silver-haired man didn’t just annoy your girlfriend, he could annoy you off too, just by being quoted.

“It seems like you’re dating him so much that his name comes out of your mouth...” Utahime stopped complaining and stared at you, red face, perhaps out of hatred.

“I'm dating you!” She said between gritted teeth, anger exuding from her body.

She dates you, but it’s always that man that comes out of her mouth as soon as she steps foot in the shared apartment.

“Look at me.” A hand of yours caught on her chin, forcing her to face you.

The bright brown eyes fluttering, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes, her face red and lower lip trapped between her teeth.

“Y/n...” Utahime sighed as soon as you squeezed her chin.

“Say your girlfriend’s name.” You pushed your waist against hers, watching her shudder. “Say, who fucks you like that? Is that silver-haired man?”

Utahime moaned muffled, her hands squeezing your arm as you hovered over her, your waist slamming against hers hard, pleasuring and torturing your beautiful girlfriend.

“I asked you a question.” Utahime squinted, head between the pillows, voice coming out sly as you squeezed her chest.

“You! Just you! Ngh!” Her nails forming half a moon on your arms. “You’re my girlfriend, the only one who—shit!—fucks me so well.”

You smiled, satisfied at the answer, still rubbing your waist against her. Utahime looked at you through half-open eyes, rosy face and mouth sticking out, your name slurred like the movements of your waist.

“Y/n... please... more...” You rested your forehead on hers, giving the tip of her nose a light kiss, one hand pulling her legs up over your shoulder, the other hand still caressing her chest, going deep and fast.

“Yes! Yes! Y/n! Y/n! Oh, shit, yes!”

Utahime screamed your name, writhing in pleasure, and you smiled openly, not controlling the feeling of superiority at having your girlfriend cry beneath you.

No matter how good Gojo was or how big his cock was, it wasn’t him there, making Utahime cry out in pleasure and moan loudly. But you, her girlfriend.

“Y/n, close...” You folded her in the middle and went faster, the biggest dildo going in and out with the wet noises of her pussy sucking you, rearranging her insides as your mouth marked her neck, but gentle hands played with her hard nipples.

“That’s right, baby. Squeezing me so tightly...” You whispered against her body, feeling her nails on your back and her legs tremble, orgasming, accompanied by your name. “So good to me, hime.”

You kissed her puffy mouth, whispering your love, still forcing faint moans out of her until you were satisfied, snuggling you two into the covers.

© 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗁𝗈𝗎 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌

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#2

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[seonghrtz]

𖤐ㅤ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍���� 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀. ๑ 𝗷𝗷𝗸 !

呪術廻戦 + femreader ! fluff suggestive & established relationship. ／ cw nudity (?) nipple piercing (the link is to a song).

୨ৎ 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 ! ㅤㅤhe never imagined that the surprise you had for him was the piercing you had recently gotten. when you showed him the piercing, it was not long before gojo almost fell hard to the floor. he stared mesmerized at the metal piercing in your nipples and had to use a lot of self-control not to touch them directly for fear of interfering with the healing process.

୨ৎ 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 ! ㅤㅤhe noticed the piercings under your blouse before you could even tell him you'd done it. a sideways smile came to his lips every time he looked at your breasts and noticed the metal there. he almost always asked you to remove your blouse to, in his words, "help with the healing". he even thought about getting one to match you.

୨ৎ 𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 ! ㅤㅤhe almost had a heart attack when you showed your breasts with the piercings. he was worried and questioned you about where you got it done, if the procedure was safe and if they used sterile disposable materials, if it hurt and what products were needed for healing. besides the whole lecture he gave you, he secretly loved seeing the piercings under your blouse.

୨ৎ 𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 ! ㅤㅤ he thought you were just joking when you said you were going to get a nipple piercing, but he wasn't too shocked when one day you actually showed up with the piercing. he already liked your boobs, and having something beautiful (like a jewel) made it even more attractive. he was a little indifferent, but when it healed, running his fingers over your nipple to feel the piercing became a craze.

୨ৎ 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 ! ㅤㅤsince he was still trying to get used to the human world, he didn't know exactly how to react when you showed him your nipples with the piercing (should he be happy? shocked? he didn't know!), but he loved the sight. he liked the idea that as much as people knew about it because of the piercing on some clothes, he was the only one who could see this work of art up close and feel it.

୨ৎ 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 ! ㅤㅤhe tried to show indifference to your new piercing when you showed it to him, but deep down he loved it, he was totally mesmerized by the sight in front of him. he would have been a little outraged to find out that your breasts couldn't have much contact with things (including his hands) because it had to heal first, but in the end he accepted it because it was for a good reason.

୨ৎ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒐 𝒊𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒊 ! ㅤㅤ she wouldn't be so shocked when you showed her your nipple piercing. she would admire and tell you that you look very nice with the piercings and that they fit you perfectly. if you felt any pain or discomfort, she would prescribe some medicine to prevent them from inflaming and give you a breast massage to relax you.

୨ৎ 𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒊 ! ㅤㅤshe was extremely shocked when you texted her that you'd gotten a nipple piercing. she asked you if the process of getting the piercing had been painful and would help you take care of it so that you would have a smooth healing. she subtly took a few glances at the piercing under your blouse. she found it fascinating.

୨ৎ 𝒚𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒎𝒐 ! ㅤㅤ she would be super excited with you about the piercing. she would ask you about the process and when you could change the piercing to other types, like a heart piercing she had seen before. yuki would buy all kinds of piercings for you to change yours when it healed. she would help you take care of it and always encourage you to wear loose tops that wouldn't cause too much friction with the piercing.

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