mouthfulofmint
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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
18 Dec 2023
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“Let's see something really scary, Fushiguro.” The gun inches achingly slow up Toji’s spine from the small of his back up until it reaches his nape. Or maybe it happens fast, Toji doesn’t know.
It registers that Sukuna’s dick is pressed against him, fully clothed. The cool, hard feeling of metal permeates through the fabric of his own shirt.
There’s a click, “Does it make you feel something?”
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“Tomorrow’s my birthday, Kiyoomi, and y’know what I want?”
Atsumu is grinning because he knows, and Kiyoomi knows too, that he’s about to say something just a bit staggering, probably kind of filthy, judging by the look on his face.
“I want ya to wake me up tomorrow morning,” he shifts, sitting up and nuzzling his cheek against Kiyoomi’s, soft but dangerous as he whispers. “with yer hands and mouth all over me.”
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Kiyoomi returns with two vibrators and begins strapping one of them to Atsumu’s length without preamble, as if he were just putting a pot on the stove for dinner. Atsumu feels a wave of heat travel up from his groin to his face seeing how casual the action is, but knowing how unforgiving Kiyoomi can really be, how in his current state there would be no way to avoid what’s about to be done to him.
Ah fuck, he’s going to be overstimmed to hell and back.
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“What was going on in your head? Hm, Atsumu?”
Atsumu shivered. His given name felt like an electric shock coming from Sakusa’s mouth, fizzing into static that ran from his spine down through his every nerve ending until it settled into a warm, all encompassing pool of what could only be called desire. The desire to hear Sakusa speak his name again and again, in all its iterations.
“Trying to impress me with that mouth of yours?”
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None were like Sakusa, who seemed to hate Atsumu’s guts, who had made him cry, who played volleyball like it was art, who kept to himself and always managed to slip away before anyone had the chance to reach him.
Atsumu didn’t try to reach him, he didn’t know how he’d even begin to manage. He wasn’t equipped to make sense of Sakusa, of love, of beauty, of anything at all. The things in his box didn’t fit together to make something like that