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Bonding with Beer.

an. skipped school tday lol , i'll add more to this trust

syn. You introduce Utahime to a hidden downtown gem, where the dimly lit lights and the clink of glasses makes a comforting atmosphere.

wc. 1.1k+ warnings. drinking [utahime lori x gn!reader]

Utahime stared at the small, shabby pub that Y/n had chosen for their night out. The neon sign flickered sporadically, casting an unnatural glow over the otherwise dull street.

"Seriously?" she muttered skeptically. "This is where we're going?"

Y/n simply grinned, completely unbothered by her doubt. "Trust me, it's a hidden gem," they assured her, grabbing her hand to lead her inside.

As they entered, Utahime couldn't help but quietly gasp at the sight before her. Despite its unimpressive exterior, the pub's interior was nothing short of stunning. Dark oak tables lined the room, their surfaces polished to a shine. Softly glowing lanterns hung from the walls, casting a warm light that created a cozy feel.

"How did you find this place?" she asked, awed by the transformation. Y/n chuckled, guiding her to a corner booth. "I have my sources."

They settled into the booth, ordering on the iPad that was set at the table. Within moments, the waitress appeared at their table with two glasses of stouts.

Utahime raised an eyebrow as she took a sip, appreciating the rich flavor. "This isn't half bad," she admitted, setting down her glass.

Y/n smiled, content to see her enjoying herself. "See? I told you this place was worth it." They leaned back, taking a drink of their own beer.

The night continued, marked by the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of laughter. Y/n and Utahime found themselves in a hazy world where the worries of the day dissolved into the background, leaving only the warm, comfortable presence of each other's company. Each joke shared and every sip of beer consumed only deepened the connection between them. It was an intimate, precious moment – a bubble of solace in the chaos of their lives. Just waiting to get popped sooner or later.

Utahime looked at Y/n, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You know, it's moments like these that make me forget that Gojo even exists."

Y/n returned the smile, reaching over to lightly grasp her hand. "Yeah, I agree, it's nice to just have a quiet night. With you."

They sat in comfortable silence, savoring the peaceful moment and the warm glow of the pub's lights. Soon the two finished their drinks and decided to order some dishes.

Y/n leaned back into the chair, their shoulders slumping down and a relaxed smile on their face. They watched as Utahime swiped through the available dishes on the iPad, her slender fingers gliding gracefully over the screen.

"Hmm, what should we get?" Utahime mused aloud, her gaze fixed on the digital menu. "Any preference?"

Y/n shrugged casually, their eyes still on her. "You choose," they replied, the words coming out with a sigh. "I'm fine with anything."

Utahime chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow in mock skepticism. "You're always 'fine with anything.' One of these days, I'll make you pick something without complaining."

She turned her attention back to the iPad, browsing through the various options. The menu featured a variety of traditional Tokyo-style dishes, from yakitori to ramen to sushi rolls. It was a smorgasbord of culinary delights.

As Utahime mulled over the choices, Y/n watched her, their eyes taking in her every movement. The dim lighting of the pub cast a soft glow over her features, emphasizing the sharp angle of her jawline and the way her hair framed her face. She was an absolute beauty.

"What about this?" Utahime asked, her voice cutting through Y/n's thoughts. "I could go for some sushi rolls right now."

Y/n snapped back to attention, looking at the iPad screen. The image of the sushi rolls, neatly arranged on a plate, appeared on the display. The vibrant colors of the sushi, the contrast of the nori seaweed and the various types of fish, were appetizing.

"Looks good to me," Y/n agreed after a moment, a small smile appearing on their lips. "Let's go with that then."

Utahime pressed a few buttons on the iPad, finalizing the order. The waitress appeared soon after, clearing their table and assuring them that their food would be ready shortly.

Y/n resumed leaning back into their chair, their gaze now drifting to the surroundings of the pub. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses created a cozy atmosphere. Occasionally, a burst of laughter would erupt from one of the nearby tables.

Y/n took a deep breath, feeling the tension in their shoulders leave. They stole a glance at Utahime, who was now skimming through her smartphone.

A sense of tranquility washed over Y/n. Here they were, in this small, unassuming pub, enjoying a quiet night out. The worries and responsibilities of their daily lives seemed momentarily suspended, replaced by the simple pleasure of hanging out with a colleague.

Just then, the waitress returned, balancing a platter of sushi rolls in one hand and a two fresh glasses of beer in the other.

"Here you go," the waitress said with a smile, placing the sushi rolls on the table and the glasses of beer on separate coasters. Y/n and Utahime thanked her, their eyes immediately drawn to the appetizing array of sushi in front of them.

"Looks delicious," Y/n commented, reaching out for their chopsticks. The scent of the fresh fish and rice immediately filled their nostrils, making their mouth drool.

Utahime then picked up her own pair of chopsticks, eyeing the sushi in front of her. "Mmm, definitely," she said, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

Y/n held up a piece of sushi with their chopsticks, a playful grin on their face. "Say 'ahhh,'" they teased, holding the sushi out towards her lips.

Utahime rolled her eyes, a mix of amusement and slight annoyance showing, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Seriously?" she said, but leaned forward to accept the offered sushi.

Y/n chuckled, watching her take the sushi into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the delicate piece as she bit down, her eyes closing for a moment as she savored the taste.

"How is it?" Y/n asked, setting the chopsticks down and picking up their own piece of sushi to eat.

"It's good," Utahime said once she had chewed and swallowed the sushi. "Just the right amount of soy sauce."

She picked up her own chopsticks and returned the favor, offering Y/n a piece of her sushi. "Your turn."

Y/n's grin widened as they leaned forward, opening their mouth to accept the sushi that Utahime fed them. The sushi melted on their tongue, the flavors a burst of freshness. They chewed and swallowed, enjoying the taste as they looked at Utahime.

"You're right," Y/n said after swallowing. "It is good."

They continued to share bits of sushi between each other in this playful manner, feeding each other bites and laughing softly when the sushi fell into the other's lap, or when a piece was stolen away before being fully eaten. Their conversation flowed smoothly, topics ranging from light-hearted gossip to deeper discussions about life.

cowgirl utahime ☆

ac: qeanoya

AWW IJICHI NNKLMKHLTGHGJNKMW

PRE-RELATIONSHIP: random texts

⤚⥈ content: miscellaneous texts between reader and the JJK characters pre-relationships ⤚⥈ ft.: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, higuruma, ino, yuki, choso, utahime, ijichi, toji ⤚⥈ warning: mention of shooting in Yuki's (not that serious), slightly ooc but like,,, is it that serious ⤚⥈ author's note: yes most of the texts are inspired from screenshots of texts i've seen on twitter or others. i tried to change them up a bit and make them fit the characters

Gojo, Geto, Shoko

Nanami, Higuruma

Ino, Yuki, Choso

Utahime, Ijichi, Toji

GET OVER HERE, GET OVER HERE!

It's late, what are you doing up?! I know. You're reading fanfiction about your favourite fictional characters. You're so relatable.

The jjk characters ask you to come over!

Part 1 Including: Gojo, Nanami, Yaga, Yuki, Shoko, Kashimo, Ijichi & Kusakabe Part 2 Including: Geto, Toji, Choso, Ino, Higuruma, Sukuna, Uraume, Shiu & Utahime

CW: sexual references/smut, profanity, fluff, angst (?), gambling, Anne Rice mention, soliciting sex work mention, sex toys and fondling.

A/N: part 2. I'm very ambitious.

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THE INK IS STILL DRYING

Marriage is hard work! I mean, I wouldn't know but that's what I hear. I wish you all prosperous relationships.

The jjk characters during your divorce!

Part 1 Including: Gojo, Nanami, Yaga, Yuki, Shoko, Kashimo, Ijichi & Kusakabe Part 2 Including: Geto, Toji, Choso, Ino, Higuruma, Sukuna, Uraume, Shiu & Utahime

CW: DIVORCE & SEPARATION (children of divorce, close your eyes), angst, toxic relationships, intimidation, parental alienation, child abandonment, jealousy, profanity, insulting language, tiniest bit of fluff.

A/N: my brain feels fried from the amount of emotions I need to channel lmaooo.

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COME GET YOUR BABY

Let me tell you there's only one thing better than pining, and that's balls to the wall upfront confessions baby!

The jjk characters finding out you're going on a date!

Part 1 Including: Gojo, Nanami, Yaga, Yuki, Shoko, Kashimo, Ijichi & Kusakabe Part 2 Including: Geto, Toji, Choso, Ino, Higuruma, Sukuna, Uraume, Shiu & Utahime

CW: fluff, jealousy, not-so-subtle manipulation tactics, mild sexual references, profanity.

A/N: can be read alongside 'where, oh, where is my four-leaf clover?' but also can be read as a stand alone. eat up! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

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Pairing: Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader

Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.

But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.

Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings

Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)

A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!

You’ve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.

It’s exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But you’ve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.

And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.

The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces. 

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here. 

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really. 

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on. 

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,” he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?” 

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people. 

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy. 

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places. 

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos. 

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand. 

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and – 

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively. 

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.” 

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest. 

“This stays here, though. Right?” 

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure. 

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss. 

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…” 

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.” 

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.” 

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders. 

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge. 

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core. 

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face. 

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.” 

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

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The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect? 

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind. 

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

There’s no way you’ll be able to spin this one. 

“shit, right there! oh my- right there.”

she’d moaned pushing your head flushed against her pussy, grinding her hips down on your fingers. your thumb flicks against her pearl, tongue collecting her nectar.

“you taste so good” you’d groan, latching your lips on her clit, coaxing another orgasm from her, enjoying how your fingers squelch inside her.

mikasa, historia, utahime, maki, shoko

Who is your fav bbg? ( female ) [ aged up ]

THE DIRECTOR OF "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age : 27

THE EXECUTIVE PRODUCER OF "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age:25

THE MANAGER FOR [ Y/N ] [ L/N ]

age: 25

[ Y/N ] SISTER IN THE MOVIE "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age:23

SCRIPT WRITER FOR THE MOVIE "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age: 26

SECOND MAIN CHARACTER IN "THE LOVE WE SHARE" ( the love interest ) in the movie

age: 24

JUST ANOTHER ACTRESS THATS NOT REALLY INVOLVED IN THE BOOK NOR MOVIE

age: 28

- NISHIMIYA MOMO -

the actual little sister of [ y/n ] [ l/n ] ( she will be involved in the book just a little )

age : 19

[ Y/N ] [ L/N ] MAIN CHARACTER OF BOTH THIS BOOK AND THE MOVIE "THE LOVE WE SHARE" , [ y/n ] is now both thriving in acting and modeling

age: 26

THE HUSBAND OF [ Y/N ] [ L/N ]

age: 27

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❝ don't you have a husband miss [ Y/N ] ? ❞

in which a thriving actress named [ y/n ] [ l/n ] earns the role in a big upcoming romance movie but also catches the eye of some females on set.

❝ he's not here isn't he? ❞

will [ y/n ] continue this scandalous affair or continue living her life with a cheating husband who hasn't had sex with her in god knows when.

❝ pick a choice, love ❞

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chapter one

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" shouldn't you moan a little bit louder for me hm ? "

she was thrusting both her index and middle finger in my wet cunt while they were having the most friendly conversation with my husband infront me while yuki was thrusting her fingers in my cunt doing a come-hither motion with her fingers curling hitting all the right spots, when I felt her fingers lightly caress my g-spot making me squirm on my chair that was under the table, gojo didn't notice a thing

but before this event happened

I was in my amazingly large mansion .that gojo insisted on buying himself.

I was walking around the house trying to find my car keys but couldn't find it. I remember coming home late last night from finishing up a modeling gig and once I parked my car in the driveway and came inside of the house I immediately dropped on the couch and threw my keys somewhere on the couch but when I went back looking for it on the couch it wasn't there.

" gojo, have you seen my car keys ? " i slightly shouted now speed walking down stairs making my to the kitchen where supposedly gojo was suppose to be at.

"gojo?" i called out loud now making my way to the kitchen not hearing a sound. no sounds of knifes, sounds of pots and pans and no sizzling sound of oil frying or butter sizzling in the frying pan.

taking a few more steps towards the kitchen I finally made it there seeing the kitchen looking clean and untouched, I looked around searching for some type of gojo or note around the large kitchen to see a yellow paper on the kitchen island.

I walked up to the kitchen island to get a better glimpse of the paper to see gojo tapped a Mickey Mouse sticker to stick the paper on the gray marble kitchen island.

—

sorry I couldn't cook you breakfast today I had to rush to work this morning also I had but your keys in the cabinet under this note, love you sweetheart

have a good day a work today ! <3

—                                                                                     

I read the note throughly and kept reading in my mind 'i had to rush to work this morning'

gojo never liked going to work early especially not before making me breakfast, plus he didn't have to go to work early early since he was the CEO of the now famous and booming company that sold medicine.

I sighed and looked down now beginning to open the cabinet that held my keys and took them out in a haste making the key jingling sound resonate around the kitchen.

taking my phone out of the front pocket of the high waisted plaid trousers that I wore with a tucked in white dress shirt paired with some nude heels that a bought not to long ago, with the phone in my hand I began to go to my contacts and scroll to the contact name

UTAHIME

my manager

not even after one dial utahime answered the phone with her overly excited voice on the other line of the phone.

" [ Y/N ] , I can't believe you landed the part in this romance movie, do you remember it's actually the first ROMANCE MOVIE YOU EVER BEEN IN ??!? " utahime basically buzzed from the phone .

" yes utahime, I know and I'll be coming to the set a bit late— "

" [ y/n ] you know you can't come late, or else you WANT something bad to happen to you ? " she told me voice having some weird kind of vibe or tone hidden in it it was very......intimidating or so ?

" ok then I'll be on time, for gods sake "

she hummed in agreement over the line before I decided the conversation was over and quickly hung up the phone hastily shoving it in my pocket while making my way towards the front door of the large mansion.

'I haven't heard that tone from utahime in a long time, this must be important'

—

making my way on the set their were a few glances coming my way but I brushed them off as nothing as I began walking to the heart of the set where they would be setting about everything and double checking background items and actors before all the action .

" [ Y/N ] ! "

I heard someone voice I recognized immediately called me from the front of me.

I began walking closer to my manger utahime who had a another women standing beside her, she had on a white turtle neck with some plaid grey slacks topped with a long black trench coat.

I finally up close to utahime and lady on the side of her I can clearly see the mole on the side of her eye which looked beautiful and the cigarette she kept in between her index and middle finger causally taking puffs from it every now and then.

" [ Y/N ], this is the director of the movie you'll be starring in, her name is- "

" shoko, shoko ieiri " she cut off utahime with her hand hand, requesting for a formal handshake

Lifting my hand up to reach it for hers I shook her hand looking in her eyes to see looking right back in my eye.

I can see her eyes had slightly narrowed at me before the side of her lips slightly quirked up into a small smirk before it quickly vanished.

" where's the love interest in the movie ? "I questioned out of curiosity wondering where they can be .

" IM HERE " a voice called out slash shout across from where me, utahime and shoko were standing.

curiosity got the best of me and I had to ask someone who that was

" who's the person that just shouted out a couple seconds ago ? "

" that's your character love interest in the movie " shoko told me before taking a puff out of her cigarette.

I can see the said female who was supposedly my character love interest walk closer to me before she stopped directly in front of me.

" I presume your [ y/n ] [ l/n ], my character love interest right ? " she asked pausing to see and hear my response.

I physically nodded and let out a simple yes

" not be nosy or anything but,   

what kind of girls are you into ? "

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i just stood there, not knowing how to answer her question while shoko backed away a little to observe the scene more throughly with the cigarette still placed between her lips and utahime looking directly at me with a questionable look on her face.

"I don't think I meet the executive producer, writer and my other cast members" i said quickly excusing my self from the conversation trying to avoid that question and the heavy lingering eyes that were around me.

" oh yeah the executive producer and writer are both standing near the camera in......! " utahime shouted but voice soon getting distorted the further I walked away.

I could see to beautiful females standing near the camera in front of the living room set which was supposedly the living room of the character I was playing.

her name was Bree, Bree Livingston. she was a regular hardworking girl who worked as a personal secretary to the "first" female CEO she has ever seen.

you can say the character I played was kinda basic.

but nevermind that.

walking up to the executive producer seat that was placed infront of the living set of bree's living room I guessed seeing the place was very small but homey.

I could see the one in the executive producer chair have their dark greenish hair tied up in a ponytail with their glasses tipped on the brick of their nose, moving to the side a little I could see the other female that was leaning down next to her, she has mid-length ginger hair that reaches to her neck that is styled with bangs that cover the left side of her forehead.

how close they were to each other would almost seem as they were a couple.

" [ y/n ] ? " you hear the girl with the greenish hair call out to you making the other female on the side of her turn around to face you dead in the eye at the first glance your way.

" oh, I was just wanted to say hi since you were nearby and since I will be working with you for the next 6 months "

you said suddenly feeling shy with how both the close females were looking at you up and down intensely as if there in thought of something.

" I like her "

you nearly didn't hear the words come out of the ginger haired female.

slightly taken aback by the sudden statement your eyes slightly widen and eyebrows slowly raised.

they both studied your facial expressions closely in pure interest.

' just what exactly did you sign up for ? '

" I presume you meet your co-star that's playing as your love interest in the movie, hm ? "

the greenish haired girl asked me taking a very short pause in her sentence when the ginger haired girl reached her hand out to take the glasses off of her co-worker (?) face to place it in her shirt having one of the legs of the glasses open and the other closed to make it stay in place on her shirt.

they made eye contact for a few long seconds before they both turned back to me with a hungry gaze.

you can feel a sudden shiver go down your spine at the sudden change of gaze and had to close your eyes for a few seconds to catch your breath.

" yea, I meet her already, she was very ' enthusiastic ' "

you said replaying back in your mind the past if events that played out previously.

" what kind of girls are you into ? "

it just kept replaying in your head till you yourself start to question if you were really straight or gay. you were confused. It confused you

" are you okay, ms.gojo ? " it seemed like that particular name brought you back to reality with a grimace on your face and moving your head slightly to look at who called you by that name.

it was a girl ( presumably one of your coworkers ) .

" o-o-oh I'm s-so sorry so you not want to be called that....? "

the girl rambled noticing the grimace on your face, her beautiful shade of blue hair moving swiftly with how she's moving her hands around and pacing back and fourth as if she's going to be fired by this one small minor slip up.

' this must be the first big movie she ever landed in......'

" that's miwa kisumu, she'll be playing as your character sister in the movie "

" I-it's really an honor to meet you I-i-ive been a fan of you for a-quite s-s-s— "

you could tell she wasn't going to finish that sentence till the next five minutes with how she was stuttering and stumbling upon her words.

placing a hand on her shoulder she immediately turned read all over her face to her neck down, and you thinking that putting a hand on her shoulder would relax her it just made matter worser.

" just breathe and let the words out slowly, ok ? "

you instructed her to do not paying attention to the two other females on the side of you watching the scene play out the dark eyes.

" it's a real honor to be working with you [ y-y/n ] "

she said with more confidence now making you smile triumphantly.

" good girl "

—

SHOKO POV

" I like her "

" who ? " both yuki and utahime questioned me.

" ms.gojo "

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PRELUDE - FEATURING ARTISTS

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, megumi, itadori, and nobara

a/n : and so, the shenanigans begin... if you're seeing this, you probably are seeing the queued post, in which case you'd need to click on my profile to see the masterlist, which will also be queued so the links won't work for a bit <//3 I'll edit it once I wake up though, I promise

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Y/N NOTES

y/n's age is between gojo's and nanami's but they're in the same year as gojo/utahime

y/n quit the sorcerer to become an idol but rejoined when they found it boring

they rejoined as a sorceror reserve; only sent on missions when it's absolutely necessary

y/n has no race; I plan to shuffle through different ethnicities when showing her face/body

CHAPTER NOTES

utahime and y/n kept in touch throughout the years and always meet up whenever they're in the same city

y/n does the same with nanami

the only reason why y/n has nanami's private twitter is because they were exes

y/n was actually the one to support nanami when he decides to become a salaryman

they supported each other when they decided to rejoin the sorcerer world

TAGLIST (OPEN)

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featuring : y/n, gojo satoru, nanami kento, utahime iori, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji, kugisaki nobara, and many more

rating & genre : mature romance, eventual smut (mDNI), light crack, and altered universe

[a few changes to the existing Jujutsu Kaisen universe (anime) that contains minor spoilers regarding gojo and geto, but no plot spoilers]

synopsis : after graduating from the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College as a Grade 1 Sorcerer, y/n l/n decides to become an idol under the name Ao Angel. hiding in plain sight, and working as a sorcerer reserve, they become one of the sorceror world's best weapon against the many curses infiltrating Japan's elite.

but when their former college call them in to backup their Tokyo branch because a special-grade curse resurfaced, they are forced to work side by side with a certain white-haired man who's been smitten with them since their first encounter back in college.

updates : Thursday every week starting from the 22ⁿᵈ of July, 2021 to –

MASTERLIST

prelude - featuring artists

track 00 - when worlds collide

track 01 - TBA

TAGLIST (OPEN)

send an ask and make sure your age is visible on your blog to be put into the taglist!

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PRELUDE - FEATURING ARTISTS

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, megumi, itadori, and nobara

a/n : and so, the shenanigans begin... if you're seeing this, you probably are seeing the queued post, in which case you'd need to click on my profile to see the masterlist, which will also be queued so the links won't work for a bit <//3 I'll edit it once I wake up though, I promise

Y/N NOTES

y/n's age is between gojo's and nanami's but they're in the same year as gojo/utahime

y/n quit the sorcerer to become an idol but rejoined when they found it boring

they rejoined as a sorceror reserve; only sent on missions when it's absolutely necessary

y/n has no race; I plan to shuffle through different ethnicities when showing her face/body

CHAPTER NOTES

utahime and y/n kept in touch throughout the years and always meet up whenever they're in the same city

y/n does the same with nanami

the only reason why y/n has nanami's private twitter is because they were exes

y/n was actually the one to support nanami when he decides to become a salaryman

they supported each other when they decided to rejoin the sorcerer world

TAGLIST (OPEN)

@kay-n-tsumtsum

© ALL WORKS BELONG TO @adxnosine. REBLOGGING IS APPRECIATED BUT DO NOT REPOST, EDIT OR PLAGIARISE ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS.

featuring : y/n, gojo satoru, nanami kento, utahime iori, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji, kugisaki nobara, and many more

rating & genre : mature romance, eventual smut (mDNI), light crack, and altered universe

[a few changes to the existing Jujutsu Kaisen universe (anime) that contains minor spoilers regarding gojo and geto, but no plot spoilers]

synopsis : after graduating from the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College as a Grade 1 Sorcerer, y/n l/n decides to become an idol under the name Ao Angel. hiding in plain sight, and working as a sorcerer reserve, they become one of the sorceror world's best weapon against the many curses infiltrating Japan's elite.

but when their former college call them in to backup their Tokyo branch because a special-grade curse resurfaced, they are forced to work side by side with a certain white-haired man who's been smitten with them since their first encounter back in college.

updates : Thursday every week starting from the 22ⁿᵈ of July, 2021 to –

MASTERLIST

prelude - featuring artists

track 00 - when worlds collide

track 01 - TBA

TAGLIST

send an ask and make sure your age is visible on your blog to be put into the taglist!

@kay-n-tsumtsum

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TRACK 00 - WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, and many more

a/n : this chapter's a little bit of the back story but the good action will come next, I promise!

<previous track masterlist next track>

gojo toyed with the flip phone on one hand while his other held his glasses up on his forehead. the wind was still as if anticipating which student would make the first big move.

from his spot, gojo could sense figures moving all around him. the second years spread across the Northern side of the property, taking in their surroundings. shoko was inching closer to Kyoto Tech's base. geto was just a few hundred meters away, exorcising a Grade 2 curse.

when the principal announced the first day of the Goodwill Event will be a 'capture the flag' game, Gojo was ecstatic. finally, he was able to show up the extent of his abilities. he may even use hollow purple in public for the first time. but instead, he was stationed near Tokyo Tech's flag to guard it.

"gojo-san's six eyes make him the perfect candidate to be defense," nanami had said.

gojo was aware his kouhai didn't think so highly of him but to keep him stationed while intense action was happening so close to him was a new low. to make matters worse, his fellow third years merely snorted at his reaction and agreed with nanami.

so there he was, leaning against a tree. he gazed up at the birds flying and internally cursed them for having more fun than he was. he pulled down his glasses and started humming.

stars shining bright above you

he started strolling, barely keeping track of his team's movements.

night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

gojo crouched down to put his fingers into a stream nearby, and started to sing now

birds singing in the sycamore tree

he made sure to be as quiet as he can, voice barely above a whisper. his ears vaguely registered a new voice joining his impromptu karaoke session.

dream a little dream of me

he could hear the smugness in the voice as it grew louder and closer until it finally came from right above him.

say nightie-night and kiss me

there was a gasp as he was knocked in the head with the back of your cursed blade. gojo fell on his side as his hands come up to clutch his head.

"sorry," you whispered with a grimace, then immediately resumed singing.

your voice was sweet, and carried through the air and into gojo's ear. he felt himself get lost in it as his eyes started to drift close. a blanket of ease wrapped around him the more he basked in your singing.

for the first time in a long time, gojo was beat. he couldn't do anything while you snatched the Tokyo Tech flag and disappeared into the woods.

TAGLIST (OPEN)

@kay-n-tsumtsum @suhweetdreams @blkladyelle

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TRACK 00 - WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, and many more

a/n : this chapter's a little bit of the back story but the good action will come next, I promise!

<previous track masterlist next track>

gojo toyed with the flip phone on one hand while his other held his glasses up on his forehead. the wind was still as if anticipating which student would make the first big move.

from his spot, gojo could sense figures moving all around him. the second years spread across the Northern side of the property, taking in their surroundings. shoko was inching closer to Kyoto Tech's base. geto was just a few hundred meters away, exorcising a Grade 2 curse.

when the principal announced the first day of the Goodwill Event will be a 'capture the flag' game, Gojo was ecstatic. finally, he was able to show up the extent of his abilities. he may even use hollow purple in public for the first time. but instead, he was stationed near Tokyo Tech's flag to guard it.

"gojo-san's six eyes make him the perfect candidate to be defense," nanami had said.

gojo was aware his kouhai didn't think so highly of him but to keep him stationed while intense action was happening so close to him was a new low. to make matters worse, his fellow third years merely snorted at his reaction and agreed with nanami.

so there he was, leaning against a tree. he gazed up at the birds flying and internally cursed them for having more fun than he was. he pulled down his glasses and started humming.

stars shining bright above you

he started strolling, barely keeping track of his team's movements.

night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

gojo crouched down to put his fingers into a stream nearby, and started to sing now

birds singing in the sycamore tree

he made sure to be as quiet as he can, voice barely above a whisper. his ears vaguely registered a new voice joining his impromptu karaoke session.

dream a little dream of me

he could hear the smugness in the voice as it grew louder and closer until it finally came from right above him.

say nightie-night and kiss me

there was a gasp as he was knocked in the head with the back of your cursed blade. gojo fell on his side as his hands come up to clutch his head.

"sorry," you whispered with a grimace, then immediately resumed singing.

your voice was sweet, and carried through the air and into gojo's ear. he felt himself get lost in it as his eyes started to drift close. a blanket of ease wrapped around him the more he basked in your singing.

for the first time in a long time, gojo was beat. he couldn't do anything while you snatched the Tokyo Tech flag and disappeared into the woods.

TAGLIST (OPEN)

@kay-n-tsumtsum @suhweetdreams @blkladyelle

© ALL WORKS BELONG TO @adxnosine. REBLOGGING IS APPRECIATED BUT DO NOT REPOST, EDIT OR PLAGIARISE ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS.

TRACK 00 - WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

⤷ feat. y/n, gojo, nanami, utahime, and many more

a/n : this chapter's a little bit of the back story but the good action will come next, I promise!

<previous track masterlist next track>

gojo toyed with the flip phone on one hand while his other held his glasses up on his forehead. the wind was still as if anticipating which student would make the first big move.

from his spot, gojo could sense figures moving all around him. the second years spread across the Northern side of the property, taking in their surroundings. shoko was inching closer to Kyoto Tech's base. geto was just a few hundred meters away, exorcising a Grade 2 curse.

when the principal announced the first day of the Goodwill Event will be a 'capture the flag' game, Gojo was ecstatic. finally, he was able to show up the extent of his abilities. he may even use hollow purple in public for the first time. but instead, he was stationed near Tokyo Tech's flag to guard it.

"gojo-san's six eyes make him the perfect candidate to be defense," nanami had said.

gojo was aware his kouhai didn't think so highly of him but to keep him stationed while intense action was happening so close to him was a new low. to make matters worse, his fellow third years merely snorted at his reaction and agreed with nanami.

so there he was, leaning against a tree. he gazed up at the birds flying and internally cursed them for having more fun than he was. he pulled down his glasses and started humming.

stars shining bright above you

he started strolling, barely keeping track of his team's movements.

night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

gojo crouched down to put his fingers into a stream nearby, and started to sing now

birds singing in the sycamore tree

he made sure to be as quiet as he can, voice barely above a whisper. his ears vaguely registered a new voice joining his impromptu karaoke session.

dream a little dream of me

he could hear the smugness in the voice as it grew louder and closer until it finally came from right above him.

say nightie-night and kiss me

there was a gasp as he was knocked in the head with the back of your cursed blade. gojo fell on his side as his hands come up to clutch his head.

"sorry," you whispered with a grimace, then immediately resumed singing.

your voice was sweet, and carried through the air and into gojo's ear. he felt himself get lost in it as his eyes started to drift close. a blanket of ease wrapped around him the more he basked in your singing.

for the first time in a long time, gojo was beat. he couldn't do anything while you snatched the Tokyo Tech flag and disappeared into the woods.

TAGLIST (OPEN)

@kay-n-tsumtsum @suhweetdreams @blkladyelle

© ALL WORKS BELONG TO @adxnosine. REBLOGGING IS APPRECIATED BUT DO NOT REPOST, EDIT OR PLAGIARISE ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS.