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redskyvenus · 4 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ⟡ MAKI ZEN’IN

content warnings: non-curse AU, alcohol, fluff/angst, piercer!maki x fem reader, mentions of a breakup, mutual pining, no use of y/n, SFW, wlw centric. other tags will be listed in pt. 2 | wc: 2.1k

notes: starting off the new year with part 1 of my mini series Habits Of My Heart, enjoy 🖤 support your content creators by reblogging/commenting!

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She had known from the very first night that you met you were not like other women. The way you carried yourself; your voice, your mesmerizing face—and your gorgeous body—sculpted by the gods themselves.

It was a usual Friday night at one of her cherished Tokyo bars, nestled cozily in a quiet corner of the city, Maki had planned to meet her friends for drinks. However, they were running fashionably late, as was their custom. A sigh escaped her as she read the text from Nobara that had popped up on her screen.

Nobara Kugisaki┊11:07 PM

“So sorry for making you wait, we got caught up in a situation with you know who. We'll try to be there asap, promise! Don’t get shitfaced without us X”

Rolling her eyes at the message, she shot back a curt reply before huffing and pocketing her phone.

Maki Zen’in┊11:08 PM

“Ugh. Whatever. Just hurry up already, the next two rounds are on you and Toge by the way.”

Propping her head on her hand, she sported an unimpressed look on her face.

What a drag…

Having just taken a seat at the bar, she nursed a glass of whiskey while observing the lively crowd. The space was filled with drunk laughter, chatter, and loud music blasting from every direction. Feeling bored, Maki tried to entertain herself by intently watching the noisy group of drunk people arguing in front of the bar.

One of the girls was dramatically screaming at the top of her lungs at her friend for getting back together with their toxic ex. Not wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation too much and possibly cause a scene if she got caught, she decided to scan around the room for any other possible distractions. Little did she know that her eventual source of distraction would soon after that enter the bar.

After two months of self-imposed isolation in your apartment following a painful breakup, your friends had taken matters into their own hands. You had slowly become a shell of a person, days consumed by work and miserable nights filled with restless sleep. When they decided that they had seen enough of your suffering, they orchestrated a rescue mission to pull you out of your melancholic cocoon, dragging you to the nearest bar. You didn’t even attempt to fight back, secretly relieved in having an excuse to drink away your sorrows and drown your pain in a sea of distractions.

After waiting in the cold for what seemed like forever you finally entered the bar, making all heads turn, including hers. Your presence demanded attention, and the way you moved through the crowd with a certain grace was captivating. As you walked, your sage green dress clung to your figure in all the right places, and every step you took made it all the more hypnotizing.

Throughout the night, Maki couldn't help but steal quick glances at you from across the room. She found herself entranced by your beauty and the soft aura that exuded from you—a stark contrast to her rugged demeanor. A certain charm that set you apart from everyone else in that room. She was even growing a little jealous of your friends who had your undivided attention, wishing it was her instead.

Maki took another sip of her whiskey, trying to shake off the envy that lingered within.

The moment that changed everything happened when you decided to make your way to the restroom. A few drinks had added a sway to your step, but it only made you all the more alluring. You moved through the sea of bodies, brushing past tables and other intoxicated people until you reached the narrow corridor leading to the bathrooms.

Unbeknownst to you, Maki had chosen that exact moment to get up from her barstool and make her way to the bathroom as well. The narrow corridor was quite dark and you drunkenly stumbled into her. The two of you collided, and fell down to the cold, marbled floor.

“Shit. I- I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have taken that last shot.” You apologized profusely as you got up, your voice a sweet, melodic sound that sent a thrill through her body. The slight alcohol buzz delayed her response, her gaze was still set on your beautiful face. “Are you alright?" you asked, concern now lacing your tone.

Maki quickly snapped out of her daze, realizing she was still on the floor. She nodded and accepted your outstretched hand, letting you help her to her feet. "I’m fine, thanks." She dusted off her clothes before looking up, meeting your eyes again.

Feeling embarrassed because of your clumsiness, you nervously giggled as you introduced yourself to her, and it was as if the bar's dim lights suddenly grew brighter—leaving her momentarily breathless. She took a step back from you, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her plump lips.

"Maki," she replied, her voice steady. She desperately tried to keep her composure, not wanting to let you know how much you'd already affected her tonight.

"Nice to meet you, Maki. Let me make it up to you by buying your next drink,” you insisted with a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry about it, my friends are running late and they owe me two rounds for not showing up on time anyways. Thank you, though.” She chuckled, politely declining the make-good offer.

Your gaze was fixated on hers, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue about the woman standing before you. She exuded an air of confidence and self-assuredness that was unlike anyone you had ever met before. Maki’s fierce aura seemed to intimidate you, but it only piqued your interest further because of it.

While the two of you stood in that dark hall, you felt the tension in the air, a strong, magnetic pull that was getting increasingly difficult to ignore. Teasingly, you remarked, "It seems we had a bit of a clash there; maybe it's fate." The playful glint in your eye did not go unnoticed.

Maki chuckled, her laughter a melodic echo. "Maybe…" she replied, her tone measured. "But I don't believe in fate. I like to think we make our own choices." You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. It was clear that she wasn’t easily swayed, but you were determined to try and leave a lasting impression.

“I like women who are in control," you said, a sly smile hinting at your determination.

She smirked in response, a challenge in her gaze. "I’m not like most women you meet."

The rest of the conversation flowed effortlessly, as if you had known each other for years. The crowded bar had started to slowly fade into the background, as if the world had stopped spinning completely. Leaving only the two of you in that dimly lit hallway. Maki revealed bits and pieces of her life, her interests and passions, and you gradually started to open up in return.

As the night progressed with shared beers and conversations, Maki’s friends finally started to arrive, generously offering a few rounds of drinks. However, you’d quickly turned into a giggly, drunken mess. Struggling to maintain your balance, you inadvertently stumbled into Maki's lap not once but twice within the span of seven minutes.

When the bar closed down, Maki called you an Uber, and you exchanged phone numbers with her to make sure you both got home safely. It was abundantly clear that she was still acting reluctant towards you, but it only fueled your desire to get closer to her.

In the ensuing weeks, the two of you exchanged a good deal of texts and even went on a few casual dates to a coffee shop, a beautiful park and the movies. Nothing too fancy, not that it mattered; you were just happy to be in her presence, and vice versa.

Maki continued to keep you at arm's length, but she felt her walls slowly starting to crumble down. Your conversations were always filled with witty banter, shared interests, and an ever-deepening connection. Her heart was slowly but surely opening up to you, even if she was reluctant to admit it. She had never met a woman like you; someone who challenged her in every way and made her feel safe. And while she desperately tried to play it off, the attraction between you was undeniable.

Though a few days after your last date, you had noticed a sudden shift in Maki’s responses; her replies started to become shorter and more spaced out. The texts you did receive from her felt like navigating a maze of short, cryptic replies; an abrupt transition from warmth to an icy distance.

Concerned and perplexed, you attempted to reach out again, hoping to bridge the growing gap. Yet, every effort seemed to dissolve into the ether, met with silence or curt texts. The uncertainty gnawed at your mind, planting seeds of self-doubt and confusion. You initially just brushed it off as paranoia, thinking it was all just in your head, but your gut signaled something was up.

When you woke up one morning, twelve hours had passed since your last message was left on read, the increasing anxiety made your stomach churn. Unable to brush off your hurt feelings for the umpteenth time, your eyes filled with tears, slowly trickling down your face and staining your gray t-shirt. Brushing away the tears that adorned your cheeks, you looked at your phone again, desperately checking for any missed messages. Nothing. Tossing and turning in your spacious bed with weary, swollen eyes you slowly drifted back to sleep.

7:45 AM.

The loud alarm reverberated through your apartment. You had to drag yourself out of bed and get ready for work, but all you could think about was her soft lips, those bewitching honey-colored eyes and her picture perfect smile. Rushing through traffic, you’d finally arrived at the crowded office. You quickly sat down at the spacious front desk, downing a shot of espresso. For once, you wished your boss would sense your sulky mood and leave you alone, hoping it would make time pass by quicker. You just wanted to go home, order take-out and cry your eyes out while watching a mindless romcom movie.

Maki stared at the opened message on her phone for what seemed like forever, fingers hovering over the phone keyboard, grappling with the right words trying to explain her sudden distance. Despite her attempt to confront her feelings, she tried burying them in the depths of her soul again.

She knew she was hurting you by pushing you away; convinced that you deserved someone unburdened by their past. You deserved to be with someone who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable, who wouldn’t run for the hills every time they met someone who’s gentle, compassionate and willing to kiss away their scars.

Maki never expected things to go this far this quickly but here she was, finding herself growing attached to someone again, breaking her own promise. You would just end up leaving sooner or later, just like every other person in her life before you did. That’s why she wanted to be ahead of the curve, protecting herself. But the guilt gnawed at her, slowly eating her up with each passing second. She persisted by pushing you, and the heavy emotions, to the back of her mind.

More time started to pass and your days had finally blended back into a mundane routine, though the remnants of the heartache were still lingering. That was until the universe had orchestrated an unexpected turn of events.

You were strolling down the street in Shibuya, shopping for early Christmas presents, when your gaze suddenly fell on a tattoo shop. An idea sparked your brain, a few months ago you had a conversation with one of your friends about wanting to get your septum pierced, you decided now was the perfect time. A pinch of physical pain seemed like an unconventional yet fitting way to divert your mind from the emotional turmoil of the past few weeks.

Hesitant yet determined, you pushed open the door, the chime signaling your entry.

The interior was adorned with the subtle hum of needles and the faint scent of antiseptic. As you approached the front desk, a familiar figure emerged from behind the counter—Maki, the person responsible for your initial fondness and subsequent heartache.

A moment of silence hung in the air as your eyes met. The surprise reflected in her gaze mirrored your own astonishment. She quickly looked away without saying a word, nervously grabbing her stuff before walking to the back of the store.

Ouch.

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)

anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.

“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”

god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.

her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.

her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.

“t-too big ‘ki!”

“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.

“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.

“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”

lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.

fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.

you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.

maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.

but god does she love this little game of pretend.

“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.

“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”

you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -

“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.

“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”

“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.

“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.

and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.

by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.

you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.

“maki~”

“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.

her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.

“m-maki, wait—” “‘s so deep, maki —too gooood,” “c-can’t mistress, jus’ can’t—” “m-maki, maki—oh,”

“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.

maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears.

finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.

“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”

she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.

“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.

“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.

“i g’tta move, mommy!”

cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.

this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.

even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.

“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”

legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.

and you feel like you’re floating.

she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.

the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!

“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”

your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.

“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.

and it happens again and again and again.

you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.

all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.

“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”

you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.

“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.

“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).

“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.

“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”

“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.

“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”

“can’t feel m’legs.”

“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.

“did i help you feel better?”

she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.

“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”

that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.

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megumiwifeyy · 8 months

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How JJK characters react when you sent them a picture of “go suck a dick”

Featuring : Gojo,Yuuta,Inumaki and Maki

Warnings : just mention of dicks and one mention on pussy on Maki part

Dumpling note: does this count as a smut? 😀

feel free to reblog!

Hope you guys enjoyed that 😝😝 SORRY IS SO SHORT☠️

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #maki zenin #toge inumaki #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta x reader #toge x reader #gojo x reader #inumaki x you #jjk x reader #chat fic #jjk texts #funnyshit #jjk smut #inumaki x reader

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linkspooky · 1 year

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Thank you for @oakyvii for the cover of my Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic, a pre-culling game YutaMaki fic giving them more bonding time before separating for the culling games and explores the relationship of both characters.

#yutamaki #yuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuta #maki zen'in #zen'in maki #maki zenin #zenin maki #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk fanfic #jjk fanworks #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen au #jjk au #zeldi fics tag #nobody dies au

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orangecoffee1010 · 5 months

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WHYD YOU DO THAT ! ?

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #maki zenin #mai zenin #jjk fanart #jjk manga #I read such a good fic about them and got sad

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psychoforanime · 6 months

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Y/n *gives a speech before the start of a mission* : The goal is to go home alive with all of your limbs intact. Your safety means more to me than the outcome of this mission. After all a dead you won't be killing any curses.

Inumaki, Yuji, megumi, panda, Maki, nobara being serious: Understood!

Y/n: Second, and most importantly .... The person with the least kills buying the most kills dinner! *Start running*

Everyone: Cheater!

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astrowaffles · 4 months

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Moonlight

General Audiences | JJK Actor AU

“Who did you kiss at midnight?”

“I kissed my wife,” Toji shrugged. “I wasn’t at the New Year’s party, I was at home.”

“Oh, there was a party?”

“How do you think everyone ended up knowing everyone else’s business?” he snorted. “Especially Megumi’s. That poor kid…”

“Everyone keeps mentioning Megumi’s kiss! Do you know who it was?”

“Oh, no, it’s not something I’d ask,” Toji backtracked. “Like I say, I was at home with my wife. I’m really too old to be on this set, I’m probably the oldest by like ten years.”

“Really? How old is Mr Gojo?”

“God, I don’t know. He isn’t thirty yet.”

“And no-one except you is married, is that right?”

“I’ve never asked, but I don’t think anyone else wears a wedding ring,” Toji agreed. “Makes New Year’s all the more fun, eh?”

OR: the cast answer the question: “Who did you kiss at midnight?”

“Who did you kiss at midnight?”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: mechamaru's real name is Kokichi Muta.

“I was under the table eating grapes,” Nobara confessed. “And to be honest, I don’t think it’s worked. I’m still as single as ever, a whole week in.”

“Do you think that’ll change?” the interviewer asked. Nobara laughed.

“Listen, if people don’t want all this-“ she gestured to herself – “then what can we do? They’ll just have to suffer their lonely, empty lives. I’m not suffering, I already have myself.”

“So it’s just a bit of fun?”

“Yeah, I don’t really take these superstitions seriously-“

“-And that’s why she was genuinely distraught that it didn’t work,” Megumi interrupted, handing Nobara a scrunchie.

“Distraught?! I wasn’t distraught!”

“Tie your hair up, you’ve got a fake wound to put on. And yes you were, you were clinging to poor Satoru for dear life. His Versace shirt got wet, and he had to throw it away.”

“Why did he throw away a perfectly good shirt just because it was wet?” Nobara asked, distracted.

“He’s just like that. Are you gonna tie your hair up? We have places to be.”

“But I was talking to the interview lady!”

“No, no, it’s alright,” the interviewer assured them. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Hmph.” Nobara dragged as much hair as she could into a ponytail at the base of her skull, and then grabbed Megumi’s arm. “Let’s go then. You’ve probably got fake blood to be dripped on you. You’ve always got fake blood to be dripped on you.”

“What’s this obsession with kissing people? I think I was with Yu at midnight,” Nanami said, looking thoughtful.

“As in, Yu Haibara?” the interviewer clarified.

“Yeah. I guess it’s confusing, having both Yuji and Yu on set at the same time. And Yuta’s meant to be here soon… Anyway, I’m pretty sure we were watching the countdown – he was talking about otters, I think…?”

“I kissed my beautiful girlfriend,” Shoko smiled. “It’s going to be a good year this year!”

“It’s a secret,” Gojo winked.

“Does that mean you didn’t kiss anyone?” asked the interviewer cheekily.

Gojo laughed. “You can think whatever you want, honey. I just know I’m not ready to tell the world who I kissed.”

“I kissed Miwa!” Kokichi grinned, arm slung around his girlfriend.

She giggled. “Here’s to another year!”

“Why, are you volunteering?” Toge asked, eyebrow raised.

The interviewer gawped. “What?”

Toge cackled.

“He’s kidding,” Yuta sighed. “I think.”

“I’m kidding,” Toge agreed, wiping a tear from his eye. “I am completely single and not looking to change that, thank you so much.”

“So you didn’t kiss anyone at midnight?” the interviewer checked.

“Not a soul. Would’ve smudged my face paint,” Toge confirmed. “I don’t think many people kissed, but Nobara was definitely eating grapes under the table, so maybe that’ll be different next year.”

“Kokichi did,” Yuta mused.

“He literally has a whole girlfriend, of course he did.”

“Megumi did.”

“Megumi di- MEGUMI DID?!” Toge turned to look Yuta full in the face, horrified. “WHO DID HE KISS?”

“If he hasn’t told you, that means he didn’t want to know,” Yuta shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed. “I probably shouldn’t have told you.”

“If I find out he’s been hiding this on purpose, the little shit-“

“Please mind your language on camera,” the interviewer chided gently.

“My bad. I’m just gonna- gonna go see Megumi for a minute.” Toge swivelled his head around the room, eyeing everyone beadily.

“He’s in the break room,” Yuta said helpfully, and then realised what he’d said. “Whoops.”

“Thanks, Yuta. I knew I could count on you.” With a pat to Yuta’s shoulder, Toge stalked off, looking furious.

Yuta turned back to the camera. “They grew up together,” he explained.

“Did you kiss anyone at midnight, Mr Okkotsu?” the interviewer enquired, clearly desperate to get the interview back on track.

“Who, me?” Yuta rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh…”

“He actually turned down a kiss, can you believe it?!” another voice called, off camera. The camera turned to reveal Maki, still in costume, huge spear over her shoulder. “Oh, not from me,” she added, probably spotting a look on the interviewer’s face. “From one of the costume girls. She was really cute, too…”

“You’re not getting many juicy stories, are you?” Yuta asked sympathetically. “Hmm, who would have a good story…?”

“Where’s Toge? He’d know,” Maki pointed out.

“Just gone to hunt out Megumi.”

“About New Year’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Which idiot told him?!”

“That would be me…” Yuta’s ears turned red at the tips. “In my defence, I thought Megumi would’ve told him!”

“So the good story is Megumi’s, then?” the interviewer asked.

Yuta and Maki looked at each other. “Try someone else first,” Yuta hedged. “Oh look, there’s Toji!”

“I kissed my wife,” Toji shrugged. “I wasn’t at the New Year’s party, I was at home.”

“Oh, there was a party?”

“How do you think everyone ended up knowing everyone else’s business?” he snorted. “Especially Megumi’s. That poor kid…”

“Everyone keeps mentioning Megumi’s kiss! Do you know who it was?”

“Oh, no, it’s not something I’d ask,” Toji backtracked. “Like I say, I was at home with my wife. I’m really too old to be on this set, I’m probably the oldest by like ten years.”

“Really? How old is Mr Gojo?”

“God, I don’t know. He isn’t thirty yet.”

“And no-one except you is married, is that right?”

“I’ve never asked, but I don’t think anyone else wears a wedding ring,” Toji agreed. “Makes New Year’s all the more fun, eh?”

Yuji turned bright red. “I, uh – I probably need to discuss with them before I tell you anything.”

“Oh, I see. Was it one of your fellow cast members?”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Don’t worry, you haven’t given us any clues – loads of them are near your age!”

He laughed nervously. “That’s true enough. Someone else might have a better story. I don’t know who’s on set today? It’s definitely Yuta’s day, but his story is boring – did you know he turned down five offers and spent the countdown trying to catch olives in his mouth that Toge was throwing? I don’t know if-“

“You’re rambling,” said Nobara, from her spot on the floor behind. “And it was the other way around. Toge was catching the olives.”

“Oh, of course. Yuta doesn’t even like olives. Anyway-“

“I think Geto’s next door,” Nobara offered. “He definitely kissed someone at midnight.”

“Oh, I did kiss someone, I’m just not saying who,” Geto laughed. “It was someone famous.”

“One of your cast mates?”

“Mhm. Really, though, there’s loads of them, so that’s not any more information than you started with.”

“Can you give us a clue?”

“Absolutely not. They’d sue me.”

“You’re quite open about your sexuality; was it a man?”

“Absolutely it was a man! But again, there’s only one or two women in this cast, so that doesn’t really help much.”

“You should probably bear in mind we’re asking everyone on set today who they kissed at midnight.”

“And if he’s not on set today?”

“Well, there is that…”

“I wouldn’t really mind if you did find out, I’m not quite on that level of fame yet. It wouldn’t affect me much, since I’m not an idol anymore. It might kill him, though – not his career! He just might die of embarrassment.”

“In that case, we’ll leave you! I’m sure the fans will find out sooner or later.”

“They do have some scary powers,” Geto agreed. “Why don’t you find Megumi? He kissed someone, I think.”

Eventually, the cameras found Megumi and Yuji whispering in a corner together. When the interviewer waved at them, Yuji’s eyes widened like a deer in the headlights. He started whispering furiously to Megumi; the interviewer respectfully kept the microphone away until they’d finished.

“Mr Itadori has already answered this question,” she began.

“Oh, I heard,” Megumi nodded. Yuji winced.

“Oh, um – is this a bad time, then?” the interviewer hesistated.

“No, no, it’s okay,” Megumi shrugged. “I think we’ve come to our conclusion.”

“Wonderful!” the interviewer smiled, clearly extremely confused. “In that case, who did you kiss at midnight, Mr Fushiguro? Did you kiss anyone at all?”

“I did kiss someone. I kissed Yuji.”

Silence.

“Okay, I know I said you could say it, but that sounded really awkward-“

“Shut up, Yuji, I think she’s gone into shock.” Megumi put his hands on the interviewer’s shoulders, trying to get a sense of her breathing rate without getting too close.

“Oh my god. Try to reassure her while I find a first aid person,” Yuji said, before thinking better of it. “Wait, no. I’ll reassure her, you find a first aid person.”

Megumi rolled his eyes, but speed-walked off to find someone to help. Meanwhile, Yuji calmly reassured the interviewer that everything was fine, nothing had gone wrong, everything would be okay.

Neither of them were entirely sure why exactly she was so shocked.

“-So basically, she expected me to say Mai or something,” Megumi shrugged. “I think. I don’t think anyone’s really sure, but it was the surprise that got her. She’s not homophobic or anything.”

Next to him, the interviewer smiled. “Absolutely not! I think it’s lovely that you two have gotten so close over your time on set. I hope we see more moments in season two!”

Yuji thought about this. “I mean, I guess there is? Mainly, season two is-“

“THAT’S WHERE YOU ARE!” someone yelled. There was a loud crash, and the door burst open; Toge, hair released from its gel-inflicted helmet, face paint smudged into a blue beard, careened into the room and skidded to a stop just behind Megumi. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU’D KISSED-“

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Megumi pointed out. “Can you leave?”

“I’M SO BETRAYED RIGHT NOW,” Toge continued, steamrolling right over Megumi. “AND YOU KISSED YUJI? TALL-WOMAN-WITH-A-BIG-ASS YUJI??”

“Megumi’s tall! Ish,” Yuji defended, making Toge jump.

“My bad, bro,” he said. “I didn’t realise you were here.”

“Clearly,” Megumi huffed.

“Does Satoru know about this?”

“…No….”

“You told the internet before you told Satoru??”

“We were gonna tell him before this came out!”

“Oh my god, he is gonna kill you,” Toge said gleefully.

“Who’s gonna kill who?” someone else asked. A mop of white hair peeked round the door. “Are we still doing interviews right now?”

“Uh oh,” said Yuji.

“Uh oh,” Toge agreed, grinning madly.

Megumi stared at the sunglasses slowly making their way around the doorframe. “I’m gonna have to tell him now, aren’t I.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what?” asked Gojo, stepping fully into the room. “It can’t be that bad. Like, what ridiculous thing could you possibly tell me?”

“Maybe that he kissed Yuji?!” Toge interrupted before Megumi could even open his mouth.

“Thanks, man,” Megumi said sarcastically.

“Is that true?” Gojo asked, still calm.

“…Yes.”

There was a long pause.

Gojo opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared closely at Megumi, who stared back. Then he stared closely at Yuji, who looked more and more terrified by the minute.

Eventually, Gojo decided to break the tense silence.

“If you get pregnant, I’m not financing it.”

“WHAT?!”

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where my maki whores at

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EYES DON’T LIE — choso kamo [chapter two]

﹟ description: IN WHICH a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR IN WHICH you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, suggestive content implied

note: choso kamo x fem reader. available on wattpad

Several days had passed since Yuji's mention of the impending party, and the confirmation of your invitation was secured through his direct persistence to Gojo. Now, on the eve of the event, you and Nobara found yourselves amidst the commotion of your apartment, surrounded by piles of scattered clothes, as you attempted to select the perfect outfits.

"Why do you have these?" Nobara questioned wearily, lifting a piece of clothing to your face.

You snatched the item, pushing it back into the closet with a nonchalant shrug. "It was an impulsive buy..."

Amidst the wardrobe chaos, laughter filled the air as Nobara shook her head. "Impulsive buys are dangerous, especially when we're scrambling to find the perfect outfit. Can't believe we're stressing over this."

Joining in the laughter, you acknowledged the absurdity of the situation. "True, true. But you know how Gojo is about parties – he expects everyone to be on their A-game, even with their fashion choices."

The girl sighed, "I guess we'll have to keep looking to meet those 'expectations'."

With a determined glint in your eyes, the search for the ideal attire continued. Laughter and exclamations resonated through the apartment as various clothing options were pulled out, and the pros and cons of each were debated.

"Oh! What about that lucky dress you wore weeks ago at the club?" Nobara exclaimed.

You scrunched up your face, "The red one?"

"Mhm, the one you got lucky with that handsome guy," She smirked, tilting her head, "What was even his name? I was too gone to even know how he looked like really and Maki kept taking care of me."

You sighed, dropping the rejected pile back into your dresser, "Well, I was a bit buzzed, and the club was too loud to hear him, but I think it started with a K? Uh, maybe Kai? Who knows."

"You don't even remember the name of the guy you slept with?!" Nobara's jaw dropped at the revelation.

"It was a while ago and a long night, I was buzzed!" You defended, grumbling at the realization that you forgot to ask for the man's information before he left.

"Mhm, a long steamy night indeed," Nobara voiced with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You grabbed a pillow off your bed, hurling it across the room to hit your friend's head with a heated face, confirming her suggestive comment.

"Shut up!"

Almost two weeks prior, a decision was made among the girls to embrace a carefree weekend at the club and to have you get to know someone. Shots were taken to induce a bit of a buzz between you and Maki, yet the youngest in the group went wild with the free drinks that kept arriving from random strangers.

No complaints from your group, just keep them coming.

"Aren't we such lucky ladies, huh?" Nobara shouted in the loud club, tipping her head back to finish the strong liquor. Maki chuckled, sweat glistening from the extensive dancing they had indulged in. "You sure you mean all of us? 'Cause all the free drinks are gone because of you."

Shaking your head with a smile playing on your lips, you reveled in the moment with your friends. Despite the looming stress of school, Nobara had pulled you and Maki out of your apartments for a night of fun at the club. Though you knew you should've stayed home to study, the prospect of a carefree night outweighed your academic concerns.

While Yuji insisted on joining the three of you, Nobara strictly insisted it was a girl's night, and Megumi would rather chain himself to his room than go to a club.

Nonetheless, Yuji's constant messages flooded your phone asking about how the night was going and what you were doing, a testament to his eagerness in wanting to be part of the night.

Nobara abruptly sat down in the booth, her cheeks flushed as she scanned the bar for interesting company. You and Maki engaged in a conversation about her boyfriend, Yuta, and the plans they were making for his homecoming from his abroad trip. Suddenly, your arm was subjected to multiple hits from the side.

"Ow! What was that for!?" You shouted, twisting your head to glare at your drunk friend who persistently smacked you. The ginger-haired girl giggled, pointing across the bar to indicate why she required your attention. "Look over there, those guys are pretty cute, and one of them keeps checking you out!"

"What?"

Following her gaze, you took a moment to survey the scene, catching sight of the group she mentioned. Squinting in the dimly lit bar, you struggled to discern their features, but the eyes of one man met yours with evident interest.

"Huh, they are pretty good-looking..." You mumbled, maintaining eye contact with him as he glanced back and forth between his friend in front of him, and then back to you.

Maki tried to join in seeing what all the commotion was about, but the dim lighting made it hard to see any detailed observations. Shrugging her shoulders, she commented, "She's not wrong, that guy is checking you out. A bit much, may I add."

Nobara bumped her shoulders against yours, hiccuping as she slurred her words, "Go talk to h-him! Maybe this is your chance to get laid or ... even a boyfriend!" Your face suddenly felt hot under the scrutiny of your friends discussing your love life.

"What? No, no, I can't—"

"You can, who's stopping you, huh? Listen, go over, make a flirty move, and see what happens. What can go wrong?" Her challenging tone resonated.

"I don't know, possibly rejection? Plus, he's a stranger," You hesitated, unsure about making a bold move like that. Maki placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing away the tension. "If you don't want to, it's okay, but just know that we'll be here until you give us a safe sign."

Contemplating the decision, you pondered if tonight was the night to break out of your shell. Wanting to become more confident, you seized the opportunity fueled by liquid courage. With a shot in hand, thrown back with determination, you slammed it onto the table and made your way to the man who had captivated your attention.

Maki whistled lowly, "Go get 'em,"

Nobara cheered drunkenly, smiling from ear to ear, "Make it worth his wild!"

Playfully glaring at your friends, you returned your focus to the handsome man with... a tattoo across his nose? You were surprised to see someone with such distinctive facial ink. However, you were never one to judge, especially with how his eyes followed your every move with a hint of amusement.

The girls observed as you engaged in conversation with the mysterious man, laughter resonating between the pair. With only a few minutes passing by, the distance dwindled, your chests practically touching, and the liquor provided the courage to place your hand on his biceps, whispering something into his ear.

From their point of view, it seemed he was intrigued by your suggestion, nodding with a small grin as you walked him out of the club, hand-in-hand.

Your friends smirked, keeping a discreet eye on you from their seats, acknowledging the thumbs-up you threw as a safe sign before walking out the door with your mysterious friend for the night.

"Well, I think we should leave and make sure she gets home safe," Maki sighed, gathering her things to depart, glancing at her wasted friend, "Nobara?”

The girl placed a hand on her stomach with a weary smile, her head spinning too fast for her liking before mumbling, "Uh, I may need a few more minutes.."

The memory brought a playful grin to Nobara's face as she reminisced about that lively night. "Remember how we danced like there was no tomorrow? I've never seen Maki let loose like that before. It was a wild night for sure."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, and you were the life of the party with all those free drinks. I swear, people thought it was your birthday or something."

Nobara grinned mischievously, "Well, it might as well have been. Free drinks, my best friend hooks up with a handsome mystery guy, and Maki dancing —what more could a girl ask for?"

Leaning forward, raising an eyebrow, she continued, "So, you never did tell us what went down... did you make it worth his wild as I said?" Rolling your eyes at her suggestive tone, you remained silent, though your heated face spoke volumes, eliciting laughter from your friend.

Make it worth his wild, more like the opposite, you thought, as that specific night occasionally invaded your thoughts, providing a welcomed distraction from lectures and work, leaving you to fan yourself from the memories every time.

You cleared your throat, shielding your face from your friend's prying questions. "Next subject, please!"

Suddenly, Nobara's eyes sparkled with a mischievous idea. "You know what? Why not wear that lucky red dress to Gojo's party, it might bring some extra excitement, don't you think? Just change the shoes and accessories,"

Considering the suggestion, the thought of the red dress evoking memories of that night, you pondered, "Hm, you might be onto something. It did bring some good luck last time."

She shot a cheeky smile and winked, "Exactly! And who knows, maybe you'll run into Kai again."

With a shared laugh, you agreed to give the red dress another go. As you prepared for bed, the anticipation of the upcoming party combined with the memories of the club night, created a sense of excitement for the party that awaited you.

⇽ chapter one | chapter three ⇾

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