#soft gojo is best gojo 🤞

[torusdove]

Satoru, who can't bear being away from you for too long. He loses his mind if it's been over seven hours without any sort of physical touch with you. It's really no surprise that he tries to make up for lost time as soon as he gets through the door of your shared apartment. Nd when he finds you sitting on the couch, in his shirt and his shorts, he practically dives into your lap. Your hand is quick to navigate through his soft hair, purring at how soft and content he looks on top of your plush thighs. Nd when he begs you for a kiss, who are you to deny the honoured one?

[dahliarosebud]

- Ft. Gojo, Toji, Suguru

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: kissing, teasing, biting, hair pulling, pet names, implied body worship 

Synopsis: Short stories/drabbles of what the JJK Men would do before and after they get on their knees for you 

A/n: Not really canon, but it’s been stuck in my head for a while 🤞

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Gojo

You pulled away reluctantly, his extraordinary eyes staring into yours - deep with passion and lustful love, a craving for more. Heat travelled through out your body a red burn tinting both your cheeks in an embarrassed flush as his thumb swiped and hardly brushed over your rosy cheeks.

The red burning of your body was engulfed by a fiery blaze as he began to sink down to his knees. Your eyes widening as he looked up at you through thick blonde lashes. Those eyes. Those so very pretty eyes. Eyes that could get you to do anything.

“What are you doing?” You whispered through heavy breaths as his hands reached up and traced your figure drinking you in. You chewed the inside of your cheek gently as he continued to stare up at you with pink flush cheeks, hooded eyes and pretty-pink kiss swollen lips.

“Satoru,” you huffed through a stuttered breath as his lips began to trail kisses from your outer thigh to your inner. Long nimble fingers dimpling into the skin of your thighs. And just when you thought he still chose not to answer you he mumbled a, “I wanna make you feel good baby.”

He grabbed your hand softly, kissing your palm, before moving on to kissing only your outer thigh. Two fingers traced the inner thighs of your slightly parted legs. All your nerves stood on end with each mewl and soft breath that escaped him and travelled through your body washing away the searing heat. Replaced with a tsunami of desire.

You could feel every kiss. every subtle drag of his tongue of your skin. He touched every fibre of your being. He envelops you wholly, sets you ablaze in the bests of ways. His  teeth gently nicking at the skin. Red and purple marks left as his mouth moves on.

His fingers soothingly running up and down the back of your thighs. His eyes flicking up to yours every other moment. He was obviously toying with you, each kiss as degrading as the other before his final one was placed on your hip.

“Do you want me to make you feel good baby?” he whispered, still of his knees before rising back to his full height. You knew he was smiling on the inside proud of himself for getting you so riled up. “Yeah?” he breathed beofre capturing your lips in a bruising needy kiss.

Toji

You don’t even know how it happened. One minute he had you pressed against the wall, hips pressed to yours his hand practically bruising your thighs as he held you closer hiking it up so it rested on his hip. His own hips pressed against yours, heavy grumbles of praise falling from his lips like a waterfall. 

The next minutes he had begun to pull you away from the wall, hungry kisses being trailed from your neck. His finger tips teasingly dragging across the skin of your stomach causing goose bumps to arise in their wake. Your finger nails scratching the back of his head in a yearning encouragement for him to keep going.

Or how he smirked as a shuddering sigh left your lips as his fingers dipped below your waste band, close but not close enough. How his finger nails dragged across your rib cage gingerly, yours mimicking his, digging harshly into his shirt covered back. A shirt that clung to him in the most stupid way possible that it was the most attractive thing you have ever seen.

Then finally something you never would have expected he sank to his knees. It’s usually you who was on their knees and yet here he was, Toji Fushiguro on his knees for you. Not a single hint of shame or embarrassment in his eyes, instead a smugness. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he stared at you in such a way it felt as if he was looking through you.

Your head lulled forward as your breathing quickened, his lips kissing and gently sucking at the skin of your thigh teasingly. Excitement chewing away at you like a jolt of electricity that slowly, but surely sizzles away. Always close but never close enough.

He smirked against your skin as his eyes stared up at you, admiring the way you burned for him, eyebrows drawn together and pleading. Not to mention the way your fingers are tangled in his hair his fringe pulled upwards allowing you to see him in all his glory.

“Do you like me like this sweetheart?” Gravelly-lust riddled voice meeting your ears like a symphony. You had practically melted at this point. His smirk growing wicked as he watched the way you chewed on your bottom lip.

“C’mon, answer honestly.” Reluctantly you gave a stiff nod, head turning away in a shy embarrassment. A loud laugh echoed the room, You felt his hot breath on your stomach. 

“Good girl,” he whispered. He placed his hand there, palm flat. His fingers splayed across the skin before harshly pushing you back, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud. This time close was close enough.

Suguru 

His nose brushed across your neck - skin trying to keep the flush of lust away. Your breath catching in your throat as he inhaled deeply, his sigh of contempt dusting across your skin causing your skin to prickle in anticipation. 

His knee pushing your legs apart as he leant impossibly further into you, your back pressing into the hard wall. Your head tipping back with a gentle smack on the wall as pent up euphoria travels across your body in a sizzling fire. His lips sucking at the skin on your neck, purple bruises marking up the once unmarked canvas.

He couldn’t agree more. You were a piece of art, but once he was done with you, you would be something worthy of marvel and wonder from all. Swallowing thickly as he began to kiss across your neck making his way down horrifically slow. 

He continued his way down, his pace seeming to slow even more. His hands firm on your hips, squeezing with stomach fluttering pressure. Hands dragging across the back of your thighs until the met the middles. 

His lips soon getting back to work. Only pulling his eyes away from yours as he pulled away to admire his work before he moved to work on the next thigh, going up, and up, and up before stopping. “Suguru,” you whined, lifting your head up from off the wall.

Chest still rising and falling unevenly from the laboured breaths. Yet, he didn’t stop. “Hmm,” his acknowledgement buzzing against your skin tantalizingly. Breathing finally beginning to even out. Until. 

Until he sank his teeth into the soft and supple skin of your thigh. It was gentle, a love bite, but still a gasp of shock and a wince trickled from your lips and Getou could taste them on his tongue. The finest honey he’s ever tried.  

Your hands weaving into the thick long dark hair at the back of his head. Tugging his head back. His Adams apple bobbing visibly, a groan slipping from his sly tongue. He stared at you. A proud smile on his lips, tongue tugging his bottom lip into his mouth, softly sucking on it before releasing it once again, slick and shiny with saliva, swollen and red from the abundance of kisses. You removed your hand from his hair gently.

“Be careful princess,” he all but sung. He stood to his feet, towering over you. Leaning forward causing you to inhale sharply, his cologne permeating the air around you, mingling with your perfume. His lips brushing across the shell of your ear.

One of his fingers twirling your hair tauntingly, “Remember what happened last time?” Your eyes widened, face turning red as your body began to heat at the memory. A soft -all but- whimper lodged in your throat, your thighs embarrassingly squeezing together.