[Jujutsu Kaisen] Maybe
Steph-chan's Important Note
Steph-chan's Point of View
I am Steph-chan, the author of this yet another book.
Welcome to another p*rn book--I mean, OneShot compilation book. 🤡
So first of all, this ChatFic contains OneShots of Jujutsu Kaisen's finest ships. 🤪
(Might also do TwoShots and ThreeShots)
Please don't hate me if you don't like the ship. 👁👄👁
Ship names will be indicated on the title per episode, so if you don't like the ship, then don't read it. 🙄💅
You can comment down any ship that you want me to do and I'll cater your request. 😎👌
But please take note that I will not entertain Character X Reader requests. ❌
I am a fujoshi by heart and I've sold my soul to the Yaoi Gods so this book shall be only for gayness. 😌💖
With regards to the content, the genre and warnings are indicated per episode.
Tags like Smut, Fluff, Lemon, Lime, Angst, PWP, WAFF, etc. are mostly used.
The word count and length of the shot will be indicated too.
Please also take note that rare ships and canon ships will mostly be made. 😌👌
I might also include threesomes and foursomes whenever I see fit. 🥴
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| FushiYuuji |
♡Steph-chan♡
I mean, I didn't really want to release this as the first episode but----
Fushiguro Megumi X Itadori Yuuji
| FushiYuuji | OneShot | One-Part |
| Smut | Lemon | PWP |
| Word Count: 1,576 | Length: 8 minutes |
Third Person's Point of View
Yuuji settles on the couch, holding the remote up to press play in the movie.
The screen goes black, and then the intro starts to play.
He’s not really sure what the movie’s about.
He just grabbed a random one and put it in the player.
He doesn’t care much about who or what made the film, so he lets his eyes wander down….
His pants was gone a little while ago, and his boxers hang off his ankle.
It spreads his legs wide, leaving a perfect place between his thighs for Megumi.
The black haired boy was leaving wet kisses around his navel.
He makes his way lower, skipping right over where Yuuji wants him most, and instead latching his lips to one strong thigh, sucking a dark hickey into it.
Yuuji flexes in response, a small sigh leaving his lips, making green eyes flicker up at him.
Fushiguro
Are you paying attention?
Megumi asks him, raising one f*cking perfect eyebrow.
Fushiguro
Look at the TV idiot.
Yuuji pouts, setting a hand in Megumi’s hair and turning his attention back to the TV.
Itadori
Nothing interesting is happened yet….
Megumi bites the flesh of his thigh, and Yuuji clicks his tongue.
Itadori
I’m watching, sheesh...
The movie’s started, some sh*tty action movie, and he’s seeing but not watching.
His mind was just a little distracted by Megumi licking a wet line in the spot where Yuuji’s thigh meets his crotch.
He threads his fingers in Megumi’s hair, and the next thing the boy does is plant a kiss right on Yuuji’s c*ck.
Yuuji bucks his hips up at that, but Megumi’s hands are strong, pinning them back down.
He continues, this time flicking the length with his thumb, and bringing his mouth lower to lick into Yuuji’s hole.
Yuuji’s grip on his hair tightens, drawing a low groan from Megumi.
It’s all gentle, teasing touches, never letting him get used to one thing.
Even so, the stimulation has made heat coiling in Yuuji’s gut.
He’s completely lost in the film.
The first major fight scene or something like that was playing out--
--but all he can think about is the way Megumi’s lapping at his c*ck, light and quick, before he takes it into his mouth and sucks.
Yuuji cries, rolling his hips into Megumi’s face.
He doesn’t stop him this time, instead letting Yuuji practically f*ck his mouth, bringing himself to the edge.
Itadori
Sh*t Fushiguro, I’m gonna c*m--
It only takes a little more before he does, goosebumps breaking out on his skin, one heel bracing himself against the floor.
Megumi lets him ride it out before pulling back, making eye contact with Yuuji.
Yuuji nods, a soft smile stretching across his face.
Yuuji bites his lip, pushing Megumi’s bangs out of his face, softly scratching at his scalp.
Fushiguro
What do you have to say?
Megumi kisses his thigh and mumbles.
Fushiguro
Watch the movie.
When Itadori's eyes flick to the screen, Megumi hooks his arms around Yuuji’s hips and tugs him down to meet his lips.
He’s still sensitive from his org*sm, so the stimulation sends him squirming, but he gets over it quickly as Megumi’s tongue makes its way inside him.
Yuuji turns to bury his face in his pillow.
Itadori peaks out to see what’s going on in the film.
It seems to be a pretty intense scene, an argument between two characters.
Then, Megumi accidentally scrapes his teeth against Yuuji’s c*ck, and he’s not thinking much of anything at all.
Megumi brings his thumb up to continue rubbing at the shaft and the head, and he brings his mouth’s attention to Yuuji’s sensitive insides.
Yuuji’s very vocal about his approval, whimpering like a broken record
Itadori
Fushiguro--ahhh wai... ahhhh~
His one hand is still locked in Megumi’s hair, but Yuuji isn’t sure what to do with the other one, so he settles for the throw pillow.
That’s only until Fushiguro puts out his hand, (the one that isn’t… busy), holding it out for Yuuji.
Itadori grabs it, right as Megumi presses his tongue right up against a spot that makes Yuuji’s eyes roll back, and his second org*sm hits him suddenly.
Megumi rubs his belly through it, and when he pulls back, it’s with a breath as if he’s sucking in air.
He wipes the back of his hand across his chin, and Yuuji would find all the milky fluid gross if the idea of it wasn’t so hot.
Fushiguro
You know... I could do that for hours.
Megumi’s voice is rough from all of that, and it sends shivers up Yuuji’s spine.
He moans and Fushiguro grins.
Fushiguro
Yeah, I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?
He runs a finger through the mess of his c*ck, making Yuuji squirm.
Fushiguro sat up, reaching to Itadori for a kiss.
Yuuji’s sure he was red before, but Megumi's words has set his skin on fire.
Is all he replies, once again hiding in the pillow.
Fushiguro
But this dirty mouth makes you feel good, doesn't it?
Itadori pouts, unable to deny nor admit it.
Fushiguro
Want another one?
Instead of answering, Itadori pulled Fushiguro's nape to give him a deep kiss.
It was hot, sticky, and messy.
Well, not that either of them minded.
Megumi begins rubbing his belly, down to his thighs again.
Fushiguro
Relax... You're too tense.
Megumi dips down to kiss Yuuji's hipbone.
Yuuji takes in a shuddering breath, and Megumi chuckles.
He’s back to the teasing touches, and all of them have Yuuji’s body squirming.
Itadori didn’t realize his thighs had been closing until Megumi spreads them apart, pinning his hips back to the couch.
Fushiguro
Hold it up for me.
He’s not really sure when the hand disappeared, but he’s very aware of the two fingers prodding at his hole, and slowly slipping their way in.
The slide is incredibly smooth thanks to Megumi’s work, and it only takes a couple flicks of the wrist for Yuuji to get used to the intrusion.
Megumi begins to rub that rough spot inside of him, not applying pressure, just brushing enough to get Yuuji panting.
Fushiguro continues to blow at his c*ck, wet and open mouthed, lolling his tongue around it.
He’s looking up at Yuuji through those long, beautiful eyelashes and God, does Yuuji enjoy it.
Yuuji slowly gets into the rhythm of it, f*cking himself on those fingers and rubbing himself against Megumi’s tongue.
It's only a matter of time before his legs were trembling and he’s sent over the edge for a third time.
Except this time, Megumi doesn’t let up, continues his motions until Yuuji’s pushing at his head, squeezing his thighs together, trying to get away.
Itadori
...gumi... Megumi... ahhh...
Megumi pulls his face away but not his hand, he slips a third finger into Yuuji’s hole.
He curls his fingers, rubbing them into his pr*state, making Yuuji shake.
Fushiguro
You can take it.
Megumi lays his other arm across Yuuji’s belly, holding him down and pressing on his pr*state, making him feel all of it.
It’s too much, he’s so overstimulated that it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time.
Itadori
I--I can’t... aaaah...
Itadori
I ca.... this is aaaah...
He feels so helpless under Megumi’s touch, and it’s that realization that makes his legs begin to quiver.
His climax takes in, and Yuuji moans loud--he can after all.
It washes over his whole body, and as soon as it’s over, he’s kicking at Megumi’s shoulders, curling in on himself, getting his sensitive body away from Fushiguro.
He turns to face the movie.
It’s nearing its climax (LOL) with the heroes preparing for the big fight.
Megumi’s kissing up Yuuji’s arm, slowly making his way to his neck.
Fushiguro
Don’t hide your face.
He kisses Itadori's shoulder up to his neck.
Fushiguro
Can you do one more for me?
He can’t imagine it, he’s so sensitive, he feels so raw and sticky--
Fushiguro
Hey, look at me.
Megumi says softly, and Yuuji turns his head.
Fushiguro
You know what to say if you wanna stop, right?
Yuuji pouts sexily, and slowly, he nods.
Fushiguro
Are you gonna say it?
Megumi kisses his cheek sweetly, his hand petting at Yuuji’s hip, coaxing him to turn onto his back again.
Fushiguro
So you’re gonna c*m for me one more time, okay?
Yuuji takes a deep breath before he scoots over and turns, spreading his legs again for Megumi to fit between.
| GoYuu |
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By the way, pray first before proceeding to the OneShot. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Gojou Satoru X Itadori Yuuji
| GoYuu | OneShot | One-Part |
| Extremely Smut | PWP | Lemon |
| Word Count: 2,326 | Length: 13 minutes |
Third Person's Point of View
Gojou kisses Yuuji, soft and gentle, then switching to rough and deep, lightly nibbling on his bottom lips.
Yuuji barely has time to shut the door behind him as Gojou continues their light makeout.
Itadori giggled against Gojou’s mouth, separating him from their lip lock.
A sweet smile curled on Gojou’s face as he took in the endearing sight of a flushed and happy Yuuji.
Lightly pecking his lips, he picked Yuuji up, wrapping Yuuji’s legs around his waist, and carried him to the bed.
Gently laying him down onto the mattress, he began pressing light kisses into Yuuji’s neck.
Nibbling lightly before moving to the next area.
Itadori
A-Ah! Gojou-sensei...
Yuuji moaned, soft and airy as slow arousal began creeping up his body.
The slow build up from the make out was excruciating and he needed more.
He tilts his head to the side to give Gojou better access to his neck, while grabbing his white locks and guiding him.
Itadori's hips began to subconsciously thr*st up against Gojou’s body.
Seeking friction, Yuuji whined when Gojou pushed his hips back down.
Pulling his head up to look at Yuuji, Gojou gave another light peck.
Gojou
Shh, shh, it’s okay baby.
He whispers reassuringly.
Gojou
I promise I’ll take care of you. I'll give my baby the best gift for his birthday.
Continuing his earlier ministrations, he began trailing his kisses lower onto Yuuji’s collarbones.
This time, he's sucking harder and leaving light bruises on the skin, slowly pulling Yuuji’s hoodie off.
Soft and supple lightly tan skin laid underneath the fabric, and Gojou couldn’t resist trailing more kisses down Yuuji’s chest.
Without a pause, he began pulling off Yuuji’s pants and underwear, throwing them somewhere across the room.
A small tug on his sleeve tore him out of his reverie.
Itadori
Y-You too, sensei...
He whimpered, eyes full of unshed tears of frustration and cheeks tinted in a lovely shade of red.
Giving a light chuckle at the pretty sight of Yuuji’s desperation, Gojou complied, tugging off his shirt and pants.
Not forgetting Gojou’s eye mask, Yuuji took a moment to slide it off.
Satoru smiles at his lover’s action.
Laying completely nak*d, Gojou pressed his body tightly against Yuuji’s, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Yuuji cupped his face, tilting to the side, and deepened it.
Their kiss began growing sloppy as they continued exploring each other's mouth without break.
Yuuji couldn’t help moaning loudly as Gojou sucked his tongue.
Tongues dancing back and forth, Yuuji was beginning to lose focus.
He was finding it hard to concentrate on breathing or kissing and the lack of oxygen was making him dizzy.
But it didn’t deter from the sensual feeling of their tongues and lips moving back and forth against each other.
Though he also finds it weird at times.
The intimate notion of kissing is something that he always found romantic.
And kissing his beloved sensei was the best thing in the world.
The tingling sensation in his mouth always made the heat in his belly coil, causing him to thr*st more harshly against Gojou’s bare thighs.
The sloppy sound of kissing filled the room, and as stars danced against Yuuji’s eyes, he gave in.
Needing to catch his breath, he gave a light pat on Gojou’s shoulders, asking to be released from the intense make out session.
Gojou immediately pulls away, and Yuuji notes the embarrassing trail of saliva that follows him.
Gojou
Sorry, I didn’t mean to lose myself there.
Gojou says sheepishly, pressing light kisses on Itadori's face.
Gojou
You’re so good, letting me go on for that long.
An even more intense blush overtook Yuuji at the compliment, trailing past his cheeks and onto his chest and shoulders.
Yuuji always looks so good when he’s embarrassed.
With enough time to catch his breath, Yuuji began moving his hips upwards again, grinding onto Gojou’s c*ck.
He gasped out, high and needy with pleasure.
His arousal was hitting him on full force this time, leaving him hard with need.
Thr*sting his hips forward to meet him, Gojou pulls Yuuji up by his arms.
Gojou
Alright, baby. Let’s get you up here.
Adjusting their positions, Gojou pressed his chest to Yuuji’s back, chin on top of his head.
Satoru trailed his fingers up Yuuji’s c*ck, barely grazing it up and down.
Legs twitching with pleasure, Yuuji gripped Gojou’s arms, wanting more friction on his d*ck.
Itadori
S-Sto...p.. teasing sensei...
He whimpered, turning his head around to pout and glare at Gojou.
Chuckling in apology, Gojou wrapped his hands around Yuuji’s c*ck and began pumping it steadily.
Yuuji gasped, legs kicking out from the pleasurable friction.
Groaning at the erotic sight, Gojou pumped more quickly, thumbing at Yuuji’s slit.
Spreading the prec*m around his c*ck, Yuuji was also making a mess on Gojou’s hands.
And it wasn’t just his hands that were sloppy.
Yuuji, unable to bear the intensity of finally getting Gojou’s hands on his c*ck, had tears streaming down his face in pleasure.
Drool trailed down his mouth as his jaw hung open, slack as he was unable to find any strength left in his body.
Light moans and twitches from Itadori's body were the only signs of consciousness from Yuuji as he lost himself to the pleasure.
Taking in the sight before him, Gojou began playing with Yuuji’s n*pples, tweaking them lightly in his hands, earning him a long moan from Yuuji.
Gojou
Come on baby, you can do it.
He groaned out lowly near Yuuji’s ear.
Moaning at the command, Yuuji began to more fervently thr*st his hips harder against Gojou’s hands.
What pushed him over the edge was when Gojou pressed a light finger against his hole, causing him to c*m almost immediately.
Yuuji gasped, c*ck twitching in Gojou’s hands as he came all over.
Satoru didn’t pause for a moment, milking Yuuji as he came in spurts, body twitching from the intensity of the prolonged org*sm.
Still young and virile, Yuuji’s c*ck immediately got hard again with Gojou’s ministrations seconds later.
Stroking up and down a few more times before releasing him, Gojou presses a kiss to Yuuji’s lips, engaging in another makeout session.
He turned his body around to face Gojou, and Itadori began placing kisses and whispering against his skin.
Itadori
More sensei, I want more.
Gojou
My Yuuji is still so greedy after all of that?
A light grin was plastered across Gojou’s face.
'His' Yuuji could never be satisfied with just one org*sm.
But he already knew that didn’t he?
Leaving his place in Gojou’s arms, Yuuji pushes past him to face the headboard.
Satoru can’t help the loud groan that passes through him.
His Yuuji was such a little minx.
With his upper body pressed against the bed, Yuuji was shamelessly pushing his bottom up.
He used his own hands to spread his a*scheeks, and Itadori gave Gojou a clear view of his adorably twitching hole.
Pink and vivid, Yuuji’s hole was highlighted, perfectly framed by his gorgeous bum.
Gojou’s mouth was salivating (almost), wanting nothing more than to eat it all up.
To taste Yuuji on his tongue as he dives into his innermost walls.
In awe at the sight before him, Satoru wondered how he had gotten so lucky, which he unabashedly told Yuuji.
Gojou
God, baby. You look so good like that.
He whispered, removing Yuuji’s fingers and pulling apart the cheeks himself.
Itadori gave a loud moan, using his free hands to thr*st himself backward, seeking more friction.
Gojou
What did I do today for me to get so lucky, hmm?
Humming at his musings, Gojou leaned closer, flicking his tongue lightly at the soft hole.
Yuuji squeals, high and giddy at Gojou’s actions, pushing his face further into the mattress and thr*sting his hips backward.
While licking around the rim of the hole, Satoru massaged the cheeks in his hands.
With a few more licks, he lightly teases Yuuji’s hole by poking back and forth.
Groaning in frustration at Gojou’s teasing, Yuuji gave a long moan.
Gojou relented to Yuuji’s begging, allowing his tongue to enter his hole.
Itadori
I-It feels good... sensei... it's good--aah~
Wracks of pleasure hits him as Gojou’s tongue dived in deeper, thr*sting into a good spot.
Licking at Yuuji’s passage, Gojou expertly moves his tongue, exploring the soft inner walls of Yuuji’s hole.
With his tongue inside, Gojou intruded a finger inside Yuuji’s hole, lightly rubbing back and forth against it.
Gasping at the new sensation of Gojou’s finger, Yuuji cried out with pleasure.
Satoru’s tongue was good, great even, but he needed something else.
Something bigger and thicker.
Itadori
Put it in me sensei...! P-Put it in!
He whimpered, the sound muffled by the blanket underneath him.
Grabbing his c*ck and pressing it lightly into Yuuji’s entrance, Gojou hummed.
Gojou
What was that Yuuji?
He asked teasingly, rubbing his c*ckhead back and forth against Yuuji’s hole.
Whimpering at the unbearable sensation, Yuuji moaned out desperately.
Itadori
Please... please put it in...
Gojou pressed both of his hands down on Yuuji’s hips.
Gojou
Anything for you, darling.
He thr*sts harshly all the way in, knocking the breath out of Yuuji.
Gojou groaned lightly at the sensation of the tight and hot hole wrapping around him.
He was going to become addicted to this feeling.
And no, no one else could ever compare.
Yuuji gasped loudly at the rough intrusion, gasping and moaning loudly as Gojou began to thr*st rapidly into his hole.
The sound of Gojou’s grunting, skin slapping, and Yuuji’s moans filled the room.
The sensation of Gojou’s c*ck inside of him, being sucked back into his hole was making him dizzy with pleasure.
He was sure he had lost the ability to think, tongue lolling out as wet gasps left his body.
Gripping his hips, Satoru flipped Yuuji around onto his back without pausing his thr*sts, merely twisting Itadori around his c*ck.
He adjusted one of Yuuji’s leg onto his shoulders, allowing the other one to dig into the side of hips as he continued his torturous thr*sts.
Gasping at the change in position, Yuuji moaned as Gojou began hitting more pleasurable spots.
Itadori
Pl--ah--ple--Please!
Itadori
Oh God, ahh... please--
Yuuji doesn't even know what he was begging for, just babbling nonsense at Gojou.
Gojou
Not yet baby. Just a little more.
Itadori nearly c*ms on the spot at the commanding tone, sobs wrecking him as the sensations grew to be too much.
So good that he didn't care if someone would hear his desperate moans.
Gojou’s c*ck kept thr*sting into his pr*state, making every sensation so much more intense.
Tightening his hands on Yuuji’s hips as a warning, Gojou didn’t dare to halt his movement.
He knew Yuuji was close, with the constant contractions and fluttering of his walls around his c*ck.
But he wants this to last, so f*cking bad.
He needed and wanted to c*m so bad, he felt like he would die if he didn’t.
Drool leaked down the side of his mouth as he lifted his head up to look at his and Gojou’s body.
God, they were making such a mess.
His c*ck was leaking so much c*m that it had formed a puddle on his stomach.
Each thr*st from Gojou made him spill a little more.
It was obscene and it only turned him on more.
Satoru gave a grunt as he began thr*sting harder and more erratically.
Yuuji was close to his climax.
Reaching his hands up towards Gojou, they both met in a sloppy kiss, full of tongue and saliva.
Gojou’s hips moved erratically as Yuuji clenched down on him.
Itadori
Aaa-aaah s-sensei!
Yuuji cried out in pleasure, thr*sting hard into Gojou as he came, splurting c*m between their bodies.
Gojou grunted, thr*sting in a few times before gasping as he finished, c*mming straight into Yuuji’s hole.
Itadori could feel the warm sensation of Gojou’s c*m spilling inside of him.
Satoru's s*men is filling him up and making him moan at the feeling of completion and fullness.
Gojou placed Yuuji’s leg down as he laid on top of him.
The sound of their breathing was the only thing that filled the room.
Don’t pull it out yet, sensei.
Humming back in response, Gojou did as he was told, laying his head on Yuuji’s shoulders as they rested.
Gojou
Happy birthday, Yuuji.
Gojou
What did you think of your present?
Wrapping his arms around Gojou, Yuuji gave a bright smile, cheeks flushed with delight.
Itadori
Best birthday present ever!
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