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why the jjk men love it when you wear skirts.

fem!reader x gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, ino, higuruma, sukuna, shiu.

nsfw under cut, mdni

Gojo loves the easy access. He can trail his cold fingertips up your thighs any time he wants, beneath the fabric of your skirt and right to the hem of your panties—if you're wearing any, that is. It makes sneaking around a whole lot easier, being able to lift the back of your skirt up in an empty hallway or vacant bathroom and fuck you from behind without even undressing you. No matter where you are, if there's a relatively quiet place nearby he doesn't have to waste any time pulling down your bottoms to get to your sweet center.

Geto loves it when your skirt is just a little too short. When you have to adjust it as you walk because you know your panties are half showing already and those passing by as you walk arm-in-arm are breaking their necks for a second look. He loves having you on display, in skimpy little skirts that are barely there: because he knows despite the lingering eyes that only he gets to take them off you and taste what's underneath. He purposefully tugs your skirt up a little before leaving the house, by the way.

Nanami just loves how pretty they look on you... he thinks. It's purely coincidental that whenever you greet him in the morning wearing a skirt that he's bending you over the nearest surface to hike the fabric up and fuck you on his fingers. And it's purely coincidental that every time you wear a short skirt you're also wearing lingerie in his favourite colour underneath. And it's definitely a stray chance that you seem to always drop your things and force him to shift his body so that the world doesn't see just how wet you are at the thought of him taking you then and there.

Choso loves how your skirts looks when you're sitting on his cock. How the fabric bunches up and drapes over his lap as you rock on his length, how it hides your aching heat from his view, encourages him to use his imagination as you ride him stupid. He likes grabbing at your skirt, having to lift it up to watch himself disappear inside of you

Toji loves your constant lack of panties beneath them. It's as if every time you wear a skirt you've somehow forgotten the lacy materials exist. And he tests his theory often, flipping your skirt up at random to see what you've so innocently forgotten to wear underneath. And oh the sight is a tempting one, he's a strong man but barely strong enough to resist filling you with his cum and letting it leak down your thighs once he's finished with you.

Ino loves ducking his head under the fabric of your skirts to eat you out. He doesn't even have to undress you, just catch you off guard enough to dip under your skirt and pull your panties to the side. You can hardly push him away before your eyes are rolling back and he's latching onto your clit like your pleasure sustains him. You can see the gears turning in his head every time you're near him in a skirt. He will eat you out for hours before coming up to see natural light again.

Sukuna loves how none of the skirts you own are enough to cover the bite marks that litter your legs on the daily. The mean marks he leaves behind with his sharp teeth when he has your thighs on either side of his head and his nails digging into your skin. He loves the notion of marking you, of watching you make the choice to dress in such a way that you're exposing his claim on you to the world. It's possessive, it's primal, it's something he thinks is worthy of reward. No wonder he fucks you stupid every time you wear one.

Higuruma loves how you test him when you're in a skirt. He's a polished man with patience and professionalism, but you like to sit across from him and cross your legs in a way that gives im a look at the edge of your panties. More often than not they're his favourite ones, and he's taking you by the wrist to lead you somewhere secluded to cum inside of you. When he's succeeding in restraint, though, it's not rare for you to excuse yourself to the bathroom just to come back and slip your wadded up panties into his suit pocket. The poor man goes stupid knowing you're exposed beneath such pretty fabrics.

Shiu loves fucking you in them, plain and simple. There's something primal about being so enthusiastic about sex that you're neglecting undressing each other to jump straight to pleasure. When you're in a skirt all he has to do is bunch it up to your waist and pull his cock free to fuck you dumb. You can sit on his cock in his office and seem just like you're sat on his lap, when you and him both know he's balls-deep inside of you and about to plug his cum inside of you with his dick.

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Gratitude | Chapter 3 | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader

Ijichi puts on a little show for you after admitting he's especially sensitive in some areas.

Warnings: Light dom/sub dynamics, nipple stimulation, cumming untouched, mutual masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, cumshot, cum licking, praise kink

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

You always make sure to give Ijichi your undivided attention when he speaks: your eyes on his, nodding along, asking questions or giving feedback. When you’d started working with him the very first thing you’d noticed was how he came out of his shell when you were so focused on his words. It had surprised you at first, with his timid nature and tendency to let his nerves get to him you’d expected him to stammer his way through any conversations with you. You’d found that, barring instances where you were actively scrambling his brain with praise, he did generally seem at ease under your attentive gaze. It was nice to see, especially when he was talking about things he was passionate about.

Despite your efforts to let him know that he was always worth listening to, giving him your full attention had been exceedingly difficult ever since that night. Even now as you sat together after a meal he had so sweetly cooked for you, chatting away about a hike he was planning for once the snow cleared, you were struggling. You just couldn’t watch his lips move without thinking of him in the shower, whining and panting. You couldn’t watch his brows raise as he details the new boots he planned to treat himself to with this year’s annual bonus without thinking of how they knit together when he was so, so close. You certainly couldn’t take in that you were agreeing to go with him despite having no clue if you would even get a break from Yaga after the new year. Not when you kept looking at Ijichi and replaying the memory of him cumming without even the slightest touch to his cock.

It was incredibly hot, and it had ruled your thoughts almost every waking moment since then. His cum coating your leg, those desperate whiny breaths like his body was completely out of his control, the look on his face as his eyes rolled back and his cock pushed out spurt after spurt of cum, throbbing as it did.

“Ijichi, have you ever cum without touching your cock like that before?” You aren’t even sure the conversation had lulled enough for you to switch directions like this, but you supposed there was no real appropriate segue into it.

“Oh God…” You notice the slight tremble in his hands immediately. He definitely didn’t want you to bring it up, in fact he wanted you to forget about it entirely, but you simply can’t let him go on thinking it was anything other than the hottest thing you’d seen him do yet.

“No no,” you’d told him how much you liked it afterwards, but you were going to reiterate it again and again until he understood just how crazy it made you, “I loved it, Ijichi, I really did. It was so sexy.”

“Thank you, but…” you could tell at the time he didn’t fully believe you, but the post orgasm haze had obviously taken precedence in his mind enough to keep his body from closing in on itself like it was at this moment as you brought it back to his attention, “I know it’s silly.”

“Silly? You came just from touching me. All for me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

He thinks on your words, turning them over in his mind, unsure of how you could feel that way about something that had made him feel so embarrassed. “Really? You mean that?”

You take his hands in yours, “Yes, it was incredible.” His shy little smile lets you know that he might be starting to believe you, so you ask your previous question again.

“Have you cum untouched like that before?” That apprehension returns, so you give him a small taste of the stern tone you were learning was so effective with him. “Be honest.”

“Well, actually, I…” He looks down, then to the side, then basically everywhere in the room but at you before continuing, “I have very sensitive nipples, so… I can cum from just touching them. Sometimes.”

And here he was, blowing your mind all over again, and doing it so casually as if he weren’t giving you information that had your panties absolutely soaked.

“Can I watch?”

His eyes look back to yours, wide with shock, “You want to see me do that?”

“There’s nothing I’d want more, Kiyotaka.”

-

Ijichi is so enamoured with the sight of you lying back comfortably on your pile of pillows, naked atop your bed, that he seems to completely forget the task at hand. It isn’t inherently uncomfortable, the way he was equally undressed, kneeling on the bed in front of you, but he was going to put on a show for you, so to speak, once he manages to finish staring at your body dreamily. You’re ready to begin though, so you start first to show him just how much even the thought of what he was about to do got you excited. You spread your legs, resting them on either side of him. You part your lips and slide a finger through your folds, gathering enough wetness to show him how you were glistening all for him in the dim lighting of your room. His cock jumps with interest as he swallows hard at the way you present yourself to him.

“Look how wet I am already, you’ve been driving me crazy for days.”

“I have?”

“Yes, you’re so cute, I can’t stop touching myself whenever I think about it…” you drive the point home, sliding your fingers through your wetness, teasing yourself until Ijichi found the courage to show you what he could do.

“And when your cock throbbed like that while you came?” You finally brush past your clit, hissing out a long sigh at finally giving some attention to the swollen bud after he’d been on your mind all day. “I could see it much better without my hand in the way. Will you show me again? Please?”

“If it makes you happy, of course.” He looks so earnest saying it that it has your pussy clenching, so you slide a finger in and watch his cock throb as he watches you slowly finger fuck yourself.

He takes it slow, and you’re happy to see how lovingly Ijichi touches himself as he runs his hands over his abdomen and hips, sliding them around but not too near his cock. He settles one hand on his stomach as the other moves up and across his chest, and when he moves nearer to his nipples the bead of precum forming at his tip threatens to spill. He circles his hand closer and closer to his nipples, giving equal attention to each pec, letting out little gasps and hums as he does.

By the time he’s nearly finally touching his nipples he’s red from the chest up, the new hue somehow making the beauty marks across his shoulders more pronounced, and you pull your fingers out of yourself, spreading your pussy wide so he can watch your hole clench in anticipation. It has him letting out a soft whine, punctuated by a much much louder one when his fingers finally brush past his nipple. His hips buck and his patience is spent as he brings his other hand up to attend to the other nipple as well.

You’re fast on your clit, desperately trying to catch up with him as he goes from nothing to everything all at once. He flicks his fingers over his nipples, moaning, whining, thrusting up and into nothing as he twitches and pants harder and harder with each passing second. Taking his appearance in, you’re right there along with him, he’s just too perfectly pathetic for you not to be with his mouth hanging open, drool trickling down his chin, glassy eyes focused on your pussy, and hips moving of their own accord with absolutely no discernible rhythm.

“You’re gorgeous, Kiyotaka,” he moans in response to your words and his cock throbs so hard it bounces, “you’re perfect.”

He’s trying to say your name, trying to thank you, trying to ask for more praise, but is completely unable to do anything but whine and swipe furiously against his aching nipples, chasing a high that threatens to undo him at any moment.

“My perfect sweet boy with your pretty moans and even prettier cock.”

His eyes roll back and he tries his hardest to snap out of it to stay focused on the sight of you sprawled out and working your pussy over to the sight of him, and to more importantly stay focused on your every word. You see him struggling, you’ve been able to see how he’s been struggling from soon after his hands were on his chest, but he’s trying his hardest to be good for you. To wait for your word since he hadn't that night before. You want to reward him for even taking the initiative to wait for your permission, but you’re not quite there yet and need him to wait just that little bit longer.

You can see his thighs and stomach flexing, followed by his panicked groans as it takes everything in him to hold out from the blinding feel of his sensitive nipples being abused just for you, and it’s that desperate frustrated incoherent whimper that finally sends you over the edge and allows you to pull him along with you.

“Cum with me-” The words are barely out before he’s whining and spilling, and as the pressure releases within you you try to keep your eyes on his throbbing cock, even as it shoots rope after rope of thick cum down and onto your stomach and pussy, even as your tight circles on your clit rub it right in while you cum at the sight of him.

He collapses forward, just catching himself as he throws his arms out on either side of you, on all fours as he trembles and pants through the last of his cum spurting lazily out. His head dips low as he catches his breath, the ends of his hair tickling at your chest, and you run your fingers through his hair.

“That was amazing. You did so, so good.”

He lifts his head and looks as though he could cry, and you pull him in for a kiss.

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t even do anything, that was all you, Kiyotaka.”

He takes your hand, kissing at your knuckles, before pulling back and licking his lips as he recognizes the saltiness upon them. He sits up, looking down at you and taking in the results of what he’d done. “I just keep making a mess, don’t I?”

“I love it.”

He smiles warmly, “Well, now I just have to clean you up again.” He brings your fingers to his mouth, averting his gaze as he slides his tongue over them. When he sucks two fingers in deep, cleaning himself off of you, you have to praise his initiative.

“Good boy.”

He moans around your fingers and you push them further into his mouth, smiling as he takes them happily even as you wiggle your fingertips at the back of his tongue til he’s threatening to gag.

You don’t let it get that far though, pulling your hand away and he whimpers as you interrupt his self-imposed task. Instead you run your hand over your pussy, calling his attention to the cum glistening along it, nearly indiscernible from your own mess now. “Go on, clean me up.”

Within a second, he’s in position on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and dipping his face between your thighs. He seems so confident, desperate even, and it makes your heart swell as he laps at your stomach, then your thighs, before finally turning his attention to your pussy. He’s moaning all the while, licking and sucking his cum off of you and when he takes his thumbs and gingerly spreads you he can’t stop himself from humping the bed beneath him as he finally tastes you properly. He licks fat stripes from your entrance and all the way up, smacking his lips and savouring you for just a moment before diving back in. With the attention coming so soon after your orgasm, you twitch lightly each time, but are sure to pet his hair gingerly and let out sated little coos and sighs until you push past the intensity of his work and right back into pleasure.

Once the heat begins to build in your stomach you praise him properly, moaning and giving him a single request. “Make me cum, okay? I know you can.”

Uncertainty had flashed through his eyes for just a moment, but once you said those four words, ’I know you can,’ his resolve is strengthened. He buries his face between your legs, knocking his glasses into your mound, and quickly pulls them off, tossing them haphazardly aside on your bed before he’s back to work. He’s sucking, licking, kissing your pussy and it’s all so desperate and sloppy as his drooling mouth really only makes you much messier than you’d started out, but his enthusiasm alone has you arching into him. When he sucks your clit between his puckered lips, lapping at it as he does, it hurls you close to the edge in an instant.

“Yes, so good…”

He repeats the action with a steady pace, and when he brings two fingers up to press inside of you the moan he lets out at feeling your silky warmth sends vibrations through your swollen clit. Each time you sigh and groan and clench he moans again and only gets more frenzied with his movements, desperate to make you cum just as you’d requested. He’s mapped out what you want from his fingers perfectly, studious as he is, and with the addition of his tongue you’re ready to cum in no time. You let him know you’re close, running your fingers through his hair and rocking your hips into the movements of his fingers. The last straw is the vibrations from his long whine, and as you’re cumming you know he is as well, just from the feel of your sheets and the taste of your creaming pussy as you clench around his fingers through your orgasm.

Your comedown is assisted by his slow, soft licks, first to your pussy, then your thighs when you twitch in sensitive discomfort. He tastes every bit of you he can while the opportunity is there until he’s satisfied with knowing he’d done his job. Sighing happily, he rests his head against your thigh, and the way he looks up at you is just a pure love drunk haze.

It leaves you even more breathless than your orgasm, but you find the words he’s earned. “Good boy…”

His blush can’t get any deeper, but he presses his warm face to your thigh and sighs happily again. He’s just too cute, and you have to kiss him so you open your arms, gesturing for him to come up to you. He does and you press a kiss to his forehead.

“Good boy.”

Then a kiss to both cheeks.

“Good boy.”

Then a kiss, tenderly, to his still smiling lips.

“Good boy.”

He can only drink in all of your loving praise.

-

CHAPTER 4

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Gratitude | Chapter 2 | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader

With you settled so close in front of his naked body and touching him so well, it’s a matter of seconds before ijichi’s cock makes itself known, poking at you, and he covers it with his hands and presses it against his stomach. “Sorry, ignore that…” “Kiyotaka, you never have to apologise for getting hard for me.”

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Thigh Job, Fingering, Cumming Untouched, Dom/Sub Undertones, Subby Ijichi, Moans/Whimpering, Showering Together

CHAPTER 1

Just as it had been your self imposed duty to make Ijichi blush and squirm with the power of your words alone, you decide it’s also your duty to help him understand that he is completely safe with you. You could always see how much he kept under the surface, how much joy was held back under a blanket of anxiety and self-doubt. You so badly wanted to strip all of that back and find out every little thing his heart desires, then give that to him. 

He deserves it, and you were intent on helping him realise that. Even if he still seemed shocked that you truly appreciate him, even with all the times you remind him that he’s one of the hardest workers you’ve met, and even now with how many times you’ve cornered him in the halls and stroked him through his trousers til he made a mess of himself. Every compliment and kiss and reassurance does seem to chip away at his lack of confidence, but it’s slow work. It doesn’t help when he seems intent on working himself until he can only fall back under his own blanket of insecurities.

After nearly three weeks of trying to align schedules - and many gentle suggestions that he finally take a break and let himself relax - you’d realised that when it came to matters of self care, Kiyotaka Ijichi needed to be told, not asked. Once you had made yourself much more clear in that regard, it had taken one message to have him complying, a short text telling him that you’d be taking care of him this Sunday, helping him relax at your place. You’d looked forward to it since then, daydreaming of seeing him without thoughts troubling him for once, wondering if it would trickle over into the following week of work…

But with Sunday finally here, inviting him over for the first time quickly left him even more on edge than usual. The start was pleasant enough, with you telling him how handsome he looks in his casual attire of khakis and a grey sweater. You even manage to get him flashing you that sweet bashful smile of his with your praise. Now that he’s settled on your couch, though, the nerves have officially settled in. His whole body is tense, hands cupped around the tea you’d given him as if he were afraid to move them elsewhere. He hardly looks at you, hardly speaks, and eventually you figure that he must be in his head about what might happen tonight, even if you’d never indicated any sort of grandiose plans. So you try to calm his mind.

“Ijichi, you know you’re safe with me, right?” 

The flash of guilt in his eyes is too much, and while him worrying over making you think he doesn’t trust you is sweet, it’s not what you were going for with your question. “Of course I do, you’re always so kind to me.”

“Because you deserve it.” Your voice is stern as you say it, driving home the point that it was a fact and not just a platitude. He deserves kindness, and you want him to believe that. You also want him to stop burying himself in his thoughts around you. “Why are you nervous?”

His fingertips tap against his mug as he stares down and into the drink, considering his words. You can tell the thoughts are formed in his mind, but he’s choosing to mince words. When he finally speaks it’s with an awkward lilt, as if he’s attempting to sound casual about it. “I just don’t think I’m going to be good at… you know…”

The way he says it without saying it has your brows raising, it hadn’t quite occurred to you that your dear Kiyotaka might be a virgin, and you file that away to clarify when he was a little less anxious. For now, you focus on the realisation that he’d worked himself up over the assumption that you’d brought him here to fuck, and that he’d now have to perform and perform well. That isn’t actually why you’d called him here, really. If it happened it happened, but when you asked him to spend his day off resting and relaxing with you you’d truly meant it. Now you can only feel like you need to clear the air.

“Kiyotaka, do you think we’re moving too fast?”

“No! Not at all, everything has been… perfect.” The way he says that, lids half closed, blush spreading across his face, has butterflies forming in your stomach. You can see him getting lost in thought for a moment, replaying the rushed encounters of the last several weeks over in his mind. 

“I don’t ever want to do anything you don’t want to do. You have your own power here, you know that, right?”

He looks as if that had never occurred to him. You’d suspected as much, with the way he gives himself over to you completely. It was always you initiating, you in control. Not that he hadn’t tried to reciprocate, but you just hadn’t let him yet. You were always focused on making him feel good, showing him he was truly wanted. And now here he is, preparing himself to perform and absolutely nerve wracked over it. It’s not what you want, especially not for today. So you scoot closer to him, putting a hand on his cheek, and your heart swells as he closes his eyes happily and leans into your palm.

“Don’t put pressure on yourself on my behalf. I’ll never ask you to do anything you aren’t fully capable of, okay?” You aren’t sure if it’s your words, or your touch that seems to ease his mind, but you’re satisfied either way as he finally relaxes and nods.

Still, you want to make sure those nerves are gone for good, for tonight at least. 

“Let’s take a shower.” 

He opens his eyes and looks at you with curiosity, and you’re pleased to find there seems to be much less worry behind his gaze now.

“I want to take care of you tonight.”

-

You switch the shower on first, letting the water get up to heat as you undress yourself, giving Ijichi something to focus on other than the fact that you were seeing each other naked for the first time. He glances at your body then away once, twice, trying his hardest not to stare outright and you can’t help but chuckle. 

���Kiyotaka I’ve had your pretty cock in my throat, don’t be shy about seeing me naked.” Your words earn you a cute little groan from deep in his chest, threatening to bubble up if you keep at it, which you of course will. “Have you imagined what I look like naked before?”

His blush reaches the tips of his ears as he lets out a sheepish laugh, “Yes…”

“Have you touched yourself thinking about it?” You move in close to him, close enough to hear him swallowing thickly as he looks down at your body.

He takes a deep breath, but doesn’t hesitate to answer you honestly with an enthusiastic nod as he slowly takes in every inch of you he can with how little space there is between the two of you now.

“Dirty boy…” 

He whines, clenching at the hem of his sweater, sweat prickling at his forehead as the bathroom steams up. You weren’t totally sure if he’d like you calling him that, but you’re pleased to find it has a similar reaction to your more positive teasing. 

“So, do you like it?”

“Yes,” his eyes meet yours for the first time since you’d gotten undressed before his glasses fog and his gaze is obscured, “you’re beautiful.”

You reach forward, pulling his glasses off and gently setting them down next to the sink before kissing his cheek. “So are you, Ijichi.”

His face lights up so you kiss him again, staying close enough to put your hands next to his on the hem of his sweater. 

“Let’s get your clothes off.” You tug his sweater upwards, and he raises his arms to let you pull it over his head and off. Placing it aside gently, you run your hands up and down his sides, sliding them up the contours of his stomach, over the centre of his chest, drinking in all of the gasps and shivers your touch brings out of him as you take in his lithe body. “You’re so handsome.”

He’s blushing hard enough that he dips his head slightly, as if he could only hold so much blood in his face while you appreciate his body outright. Moving your hands up to his shoulders, you squeeze gently before tracing a path down his arms before taking his hands in yours. “Can I wash your hair?”

He’s surprised by the question, but accepting of any of your attention, “Yes, please.”

Please, as if he’d asked you for it. As if you weren’t excited to watch him squirm and moan just from being pampered. “So polite…”

Whether the noise he lets out is a happy hum or a small moan, you aren’t quite sure. He leans forward to capture your lips, gentle, imploring, as if he were silently asking if he were still allowed to do it before settling back, satisfied that the answer was still yes. You turn him to face the shower, reaching around him from behind to undo his pants, and sliding them down his legs along with his underwear. “After you.”

He steps out of the last of his clothes and into the shower as you move the pants aside to sit alongside his sweater. When you turn back to him you find him standing in wait, just out of the reach of the spray of the shower head, trying his very best to keep taking in your appearance through his glassesless haze. You join him, cupping his cheeks in both hands, and your touch has him back in that relaxed state immediately.

“You’ll have plenty of time to look at me properly later. Now, tilt your head back.”

He does as he’s told, closing his eyes, and sighs as you run your fingers through his hair under the spray of the water. Once it’s thoroughly wet, you pull away for just a moment to squirt a small amount of shampoo into your palm, rubbing your hands together before running them back through Ijichi’s hair. He shivers at the returned touch, and once you start massaging circles into his scalp he lets a small whimper out, rolling straight from deep within his chest and meeting the air as a high pitched noise, rattled slightly by the soft sway of his head back and forth with your firm but gentle movements. 

With you settled so close in front of his naked body and touching him so well, it’s a matter of seconds before ijichi’s cock makes itself known, poking at you, and he covers it with his hands and presses it against his stomach.

“Sorry, ignore that…”

“Kiyotaka, you never have to apologise for getting hard for me.”

He sighs out a happy little ‘oh,’ shut eyes crinkling as he smiles. He leans forward, blindly poking out his lips and you give him a kiss before gently pushing him back under the water to rinse the suds from his hair. He keeps one hand cradled on his cock, not quite hiding it anymore, but not letting it bob against you as it would if left unhindered. Even so, you see it twitching as you work the pads of your fingers in to clean him thoroughly, and he coos when you run your fingers down and over the fine hairs where his hairline meets the back of his neck. You spend a little longer than strictly necessary rinsing his hair, taking in the little sighs and moans from your touch, looking down every so often to see the little beads of precum dripping down the head of his cock and onto the hand that was keeping it loosely shielded from you. 

When you finally pull your hands away his mouth forms a small frown at the loss of contact. As he stands there, eyes closed and pouting as he waits for you to do whatever your heart desires with him, you decide you’ve waited long enough to have your sweet touch-starved Kiyotaka cumming for you.

“Conditioner next, but first…” you grab your conditioner, squeezing out a dollop into your palm before you push his hand aside, pumping his cock gently a few times and coating it before sliding it between your thighs. The sudden touch, followed by the plush warmth of your skin has him gasping. “You can thrust.”

“Oh… Th-thank you…” he’s quick to get to work, pushing forward until his stomach is pressed to yours and his cock is fully nestled between your thighs before pulling back again. 

He moves slowly, pacing himself as you squeeze more conditioner directly into his hair, unable to do so with much finesse with how closely your bodies were together now. He grips your hips gently as his movements are quick to pick up pace and you start at massaging his scalp once more, as focused on your task as he was on his. You make a path of small circles from hairline to crown, then down towards his neck and back up towards his temples. It has him shivering, hips bucking out of pace as he groans at the feel of your skin. His face is cute, especially with his eyes still shut so he’s unaware that you were looking at him so intently, watching his brows form a cute upward slope in the centre from the way they were knit, and his soft mouth hangs open and slack and keeping any of his noises from being withheld. He’s perfectly lost in the feel of your hands and the feel of your thighs and with every throb of his cock his hands grip your hips just that little bit tighter, not enough to hurt but enough that you know he’d be apologising for it if he weren’t so far gone. 

You tilt his head back under the water, rinsing the conditioner out and raking your fingers across his scalp as you do. He’s sputtering the water dripping down his face, huffing and whining, and humping into you desperately. Once you’re sure his hair is thoroughly rinsed you tilt his head down and whisper into his ear, “Now cum for me.”

His compliance is immediate, as his hips stutter and he lets out a long broken whine, spilling his heat between your thighs in waves. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, letting out little whimpers as he continues thrusting until he’s just on the verge of overstimulation. Once he stops, he rubs his nose gently against you and lets his shivers run from his head to the tip of his toes as you run your fingertips up and down his back. 

“Good boy.” 

He squeezes at your hips and hums happily in response while his softening cock twitches with interest at the praise, but spent as he is he pulls his hips back, separating himself from you. “Can I clean you up?”

“Of course.”

It’s your turn to be pampered now, a task Ijichi performs with great care as he switches your places and moves you under the warm water. He runs his hands over your thighs, splashing water over them and rinsing any cum from your skin carefully. He’s thorough in his work, and you bend forward slightly, bracing your hands on the shower wall, arching your back, and sticking your ass out. Kiyotaka bites at his lips, stifling a horny little whine to maintain some semblance of decency despite everything, but you know you must already be well cleaned by now even as he continues rubbing and squeezing at your thighs. Every so often his movements trail up higher and his hand hovers near your pussy, trembling slightly before he moves away again, cupping his hands under the stream of water and splashing down your legs. 

You let him continue this back and forth, curious as to when he’d give in to his need to touch you. Eventually it seems that your dear Kiyotaka is much more patient (or rather hesitant) than you are, and you give him a little push once his hand hovers near you once again.

“You can touch me.”

This time, he’s much slower to get started, swallowing hard and licking his lips. When he does finally touch you he’s gentle, petting your pussy tenderly, pressing at you and taking in the soft puffiness of your lips. He’s teasing you, really, even if he’s completely unaware of it. Looking at him over your shoulder, you can tell by the dazed look in his eyes that he has no clue how long he’s been doing this, every so often pressing that little bit harder as he strokes you so his soft fingertips graze your folds. 

When he finally brushes past your clit you let out a moan, and it’s as if it snaps him back to reality. His pensive, exploratory touches make way for much more focused movements against your clit as he strokes his finger over it again, watching your face and taking in your expressions. His touch slowly gets firmer, with each movement past your clit, through your wetness, brushing over your entrance, as he watches for your every signal of pleasure - ready to go as firmly as need be, ready to stop the moment it’s too much. The only thing that was too much was how gradually he was working you up, and when you swirl your hips gently he understands immediately, refocusing his touch to rub soft circles against your clit. 

The moan you let out at finally having the touch you need is matched, and almost out done by his own, followed by a whimper as he bites his lip to try not to miss any noises he can pull from you. As he finds a pace you don’t spare him any little sigh or moan he stirs up, enjoying his reactions as much as you were enjoying the feel of his movements. When he reaches a pressure that really starts to scratch the itch he’d built you have to let him know outright.

“Just like that, it feels good.” Knowing in no uncertain terms that he was making you feel good throws him off for just a moment, but he’s back on track almost immediately. “Yes, you’re doing so well, Kiyotaka.”

That earns another moan from him, louder than any of yours so far, and the concentration on his face has even more fluttering picking up in your stomach than his hands do and leaves your pussy clenching. When you mutter a soft ‘fuck’ under your breath it has him feeling confident, brave even. He reaches his other hand in front of you, taking over his work on your clit as his other finger slides back to rub at your entrance. His brows knit and he pouts as if he’s begging, as if you’d tell him no when he was making you feel so good. 

“Can I?”

“Can you what?” You know what he means, but you won’t let him be so shy when he’s desperate to fuck you with his fingers.

He doesn’t mince words, and you’re pleased that he’s learning so quickly, “Can I slide my fingers in?”

It’s not as filthy as if you’d told him what to say, but you appreciate it nonetheless, nodding. He presses in slowly, and from the way he moans at the feel of your pussy you’d have thought it was his cock slipping inside of you. As he pushes deeper his lashes flutter and he whines at the feel of you sucking him in. His eyes actually roll back for a moment when he pulls his finger back and your walls grip at his knuckles ever so slightly and the soft chuckle that draws from you has your pussy clenching and him moaning.

“Oh my god…” He pumps his finger in and out a few times, bringing a second finger up just to your entrance as well before stopping, and looking to you for permission. You nod, and as your pussy grips the second digit just as tightly he can only repeat his previous sentiment in even more shaky tones, “Oh my god…”

He rubs around inside of you, flexing his fingers and feeling your slick warmth. He’s back to being unfocused, exploring, hand on your clit only sloppily moving from side to side every now again as he takes in how you feel. Lithe fingers press at your walls as his fingers slide around, and the drag of his knuckles as he slides out a little has you groaning as he finds his way around your body until he reaches the spot he’d been in search of and your thighs clench a little as you rock your hips into his movements. 

“Is that right?” He knows what he’s doing, more than it had initially seemed, but he’s still hungry for the praise even as he resumes his steady circles on your clit to accompany his newly found pace inside your pussy.

“Yes, that’s it.”

He does much of the same as he fingers your pussy, slowly building his pace, until you’re nodding and moaning and arching into his touch in a way that has him choking back a gasp at what his blurred vision can make out of you.

“You’re going to make me cum like that, Kiyo…”

His breaths are as ragged as yours, and when he leans forward to press soft kisses to your shoulder, even as he is careful to keep his perfectly set pace, it sends you over the edge. The building waves of pleasure give way inside of you and you clench at his fingers hard, though not enough to stop him working you thoroughly over and past the precipice. He keeps going even when the waves slow and break, your body relaxing as you whisper a small request that he slow down before it’s too much. 

You’re surprised when it goes unanswered, lifting your head to look at your sweet Kiyotaka and finding his eyes glazed, lidded, and as you say his name to bring him back to earth before he pushes you into overstimulation he is very suddenly cumming, untouched. You watch as he lets out a long whine and his cock throbs and pushes out thin, watery ropes of cum right onto your leg and he presses his face to your shoulder - movements finally halting as he whimpers out the last of his own orgasm on the heels of yours. 

You give him his moment to recover, just as you take yours, kissing the top of his head and panting in tandem with him, before he’s sitting up and blushing so hard the tips of his ears are even more red than they had been earlier as he realises he’s made another mess.

”Oh God, let me clean you up… again…”

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CHAPTER 3

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Gratitude | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader

“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?” He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Light Teasing, Hand Job, Blow Job, Dom/Sub Undertones, Subby Ijichi, Moans/Whimpering

MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY

It didn’t take a lot to make Kiyotaka Ijichi happy, just a small thank you or good job here and there and the man’s day was clearly made. It cost you nothing to be nice, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit the way he always blushed and thanked you for thanking him was cute. He’d saved the day for you more than a few times too, in his own way. Finding a place to pick you up even on the busiest street, liasing with the higher ups you’d long ago grown tired of dealing with, being just as knowledgeable as you needed him to be to keep you prepared for the worst. He mattered, even if it didn’t seem like it to others, or to him.

He’d driven you to your mission earlier today, and now you’re feeling even happier than usual to see his headlights in the distance as you make your way through the trees and back to the main road.

You’d been to much more remote areas than this, but with the chill of winter closing in on you, you wished this particular curse had been somewhere that didn’t require a several mile trek back to the car. Ijichi had wanted to walk you there once he reached the end of the drivable path, but when Principal Yaga called him elsewhere he had no choice but to leave you to it. It was for the best, he wasn’t equipped for the same things you were and would have only wasted his time.

It was cold enough that you were avoiding patches of frost, and while you were thankful you’d finished your job quickly, it hadn’t been quick enough to avoid the early setting sun leaving you in near complete darkness. Fortunately Ijichi was back in time to be the source of the only light letting you know you were heading in the right direction.

The anticipation building during the last few yards to the car has you feeling even colder than before, cheeks stinging and fingers numb. You’re also more than looking forward to a friendly face, since the people you’d helped weren’t very grateful. Ijichi would be though, he always was. Even if the only thing he had to be grateful for was a smile and a thanks. He was sweet like that, just happy to be acknowledged.

He is indeed happy to see you, giving you a small wave and unlocking the door as you come into view. When you finally open the door the blast of warm air that hits you from within has you sighing with relief and you’re quick to get in and close the door. You settle into the passenger seat, pleased to find that Ijichi, considerate as always, has it heated and waiting for you.

“That was quick.”

“Same to you, you went all the way to the city and back in that time?” You unintentionally cut off his answer as you cup your hands over the vent to warm them, “God, that’s nice…”

“Oh, here.” Ijichi angles his own vents towards you as well, and the hot air on your face has you sighing happily. He puts one hand on the wheel and the other on the gearshift, readying himself to leave.

“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?”

He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.

Leaning back, you enjoy the heated seats fully as you press your now warmed hands to your cheeks. You decide to push Ijichi that little bit further, just to see if his face can flush even more, or if he’ll remember what he was about to do before you have to remind him. “You really are the best.”

“You’re the best.”

This time you’re the one caught off guard. He always thanked you, profusely even, but this seemed forward by his standards. Still, you take the compliment with a smile, and it seems to open a floodgate of things you guess he had wanted to say for some time.

“And you’re kind, and I appreciate that you always say hello to me, and when I pick you up you’re there waiting, and if you’re not you answer your phone right away.”

You’re taken aback, that Ijichi was thanking you for all of these mundane things and that he looked so tense through it all, gripping the steering wheel like he was making some kind of deep confession. It’s cute, he’s cute. So you decide to tell him that.

“You’re so cute, Ijichi.”

He lets out a shaky breath, as if you’d said something lewd to him, then looks straight ahead through the windshield and you aren’t sure whether he’s embarrassed at the noise he’s made or processing how to feel. When he turns to look at you he looks gravely serious.

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

His blush deepens and you swear his glasses are on the verge of fogging up. It only makes you want more of that look of his, so you make a bold choice, leaning closer to him and resting your arm on the centre console as you speak.

“Kiyotaka Ijichi, you are very, very, very cute.”

His lashes flutter and his eyelids get heavy, and you swear he’s holding his breath now. He glances down at your mouth, and that’s all the go ahead you needed right now to lean in closer and press a kiss to his lips. They’re soft, softer than you’d expected, and when he doesn’t move to deepen the kiss you pull back to check you hadn’t misread this or the dozens of other similar situations with him. Just as you begin to ask if he was okay with that, it’s as if his body suddenly catches up to his brain and he wipes his palms on his slacks, then holds your face gently as he finally kisses you back.

His glasses are slightly displaced as he does and he’s quick to take them off, setting them on the dash as he returns to press his lips to yours. They’re gentle kisses, small pecks while he holds your face as though it were far too delicate for his hands, and when you finally trace your tongue along his lips and he opens them you realise he’d only been trying to keep in the very moan he lets out and into your mouth.

The volume of it surprises you, and embarrasses him as he pulls back, putting his hands back on the steering wheel and facing forward, eyes shut tightly. You can see from his tensed posture he must be chastising himself internally for acting so desperate, and you know he still hasn’t understood that that’s exactly what you like about him. But if it’s reassurance he needs, you’re more than happy to provide.

“Kiyotaka…” you rarely use his given name so often, and hearing it in such a serious tone gives you his full attention immediately. You place a hand on one of his cheeks, kissing the other one, and his expression softens from nervous to happy again. “You worry too much.”

You kiss his cheek again, this time lower down. Then a few more times along his jawline, stopping just short of his neck. “I like you.”

When you tickle at his neck with the tip of your tongue and he arches his back, you feel proud of him for not having that flash of embarrassment come back as he gives in to the feel of your mouth on him. Instead, he asks for more in his own way, “You do?”

“Yes, and I like kissing you.” You suck gently at his neck and he chokes back another moan by biting at his lips. “Do you like it too?”

He nods, and that’s enough for you for now as you deepen your kisses. When you place a hand on his leg he swallows hard and you rub and squeeze at his thigh. In the back of your mind you wonder just how dark the marks you’re leaving on his neck will be, and wonder if he’ll feel as proud as you suspect you will at not being able to hide them - but at the forefront of your mind is the more pressing matter of Ijichi nearly panting from the way you’re touching and kissing him. When you ride your hand up his thigh and he finally lets a moan slip past his lips your heart skips a beat.

You chuckle, and your breath tickling his neck has him breaking out in a full body shiver. “The sounds you’re making are cute too.”

He brings a hand to his cheeks, as though checking just how hot they’d gotten with the flurry of praise he’d just received. “Th-thank you.”

“Can I touch you?” You’re already touching him, hand riding further up his thigh and fingers just stroking against his balls through his trousers. He knows what you mean though and nods enthusiastically. You trace gentle circles over him, smiling as it sends more shivers through his body. As you lean back you notice how his jacket obscures a proper view at the outline of his cock, but you slide your hand underneath to savour the surprise rather than remove all obstacles at once.

Ijichi seems to be hanging onto your every breath, eyes flicking between your face and your hands, sure to look down whenever you glanced up at him. You swallow, he swallows too, you lick your lips, he does the same. When you brush your fingers up his length and find he’s already left a sizable wet patch in his pants you smile, and feel a sense of delight at how his cock twitches when you do. So much precome and you had only just started touching him properly.

“Poor Ijichi, it’s like you’ve been hard all day.”

“I haven’t, it’s- it’s just since you got in the car. I mean-“ he opens and closes his mouth, wanting to explain himself, to assure you that he wasn’t some pervert who got hard at the sight of you. “It’s just… when you thanked me. I appreciated it.”

He hadn’t explained away anything, in fact you were even more certain that your dear Ijichi had some less than hidden kinks. “Well, I appreciate you.”

There it is again, his cock throbbing against your hand, and it makes you want more.

“And I think you work harder than a lot of us realise.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Your words, accompanied by your hand stroking him through his clothes, has him squirming and it only makes you want more. “Why don’t you take off your jacket.”

He doesn’t seem to catch on at first, so wrapped up in the praise he’s somehow forgotten you have your hand on his cock, but when it clicks he’s quick to catch up with the lost seconds.

“Yes ma’am.” As he takes off his coat in a scramble he winces at his own words embarrassment returning, “I mean-“

“Good boy.” You knew what he meant and knew what he wanted, but still didn’t expect the sound he let out when you said it. A horny little whine from sweet Ijichi, and you hadn’t even touched him properly yet. “Can I make you cum?”

Of course that’s where you were going with this, but he still stares at you blankly for a moment and you can’t help teasing him for it. “Is that a no?”

“No, no. I mean yes, you can, if you want? You don’t have to.”

“I’d love to. It’s the least I can do to thank you for all of your hard work.”

He’s bordering on frantic, shoving his coat into the back seat, unbuckling his pants with shaking hands, thanking you like you weren’t as excited to touch him as he was to be touched. He struggles to unbutton them, but once that’s done he makes quick work of the zipper and pulls his cock out.

There’s no hiding your delight at finally seeing it. It was as cute as the rest of him and your pleased gasp has it twitching so hard it taps his stomach, bead of precum at the salmon coloured tip leaving a string connecting it where it had touched his shirt. It’s modest, if you could describe a dick in such a way, and it suits him. Uncut, no curve to speak of but a sizeable, glistening head, not especially veiny, and big enough to presumably get the job done but small enough that you think you could fit the whole thing in your mouth while barely having him in your throat. Though you suspect something like that would have him cumming on the spot.

“You’ve got a pretty cock, Ijichi.” You lock eyes with him and this time he doesn’t avert his gaze, and you can tell he’d been desperately watching your reaction, hoping that he was good enough.

“Oh,” it wasn’t a compliment he’d ever expected to receive but he takes it gladly, “thank you, you’re very pretty.”

“Ijichiiii…” you’ve long ago caught on to his reaction to the way you say his name. In the past you’d only noticed a blush spread across his face, an averted gaze, now you were wondering if you’d made his dick twitch every time. “You’re so sweet.”

It only feels right to give him one last peck on the cheek as thanks, before you begin thanking him properly. You’re gentle at first, grip so loose as you move your hand up and down, it would tickle if you were touching him anywhere else like this, but your touch already has his thighs tensing.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes…” he’s suddenly whispering, even though there’s no one around to hear him but you.

You hover your thumb over the head of his cock for a moment before swirling round it gently. He’s sensitive, and even that seems to be too much as he shivers and whimpers at the touch. His tip is given some relief for a moment as you slide your hand down to the base, gripping him firmly as you stroke upward slowly, watching another bead of precum emerge. Wiping your thumb over it you bring it to his mouth, and he doesn’t hesitate to part his lips for you to slide your finger over his tongue. When he tightens his lips around your thumb, sucking gently, he looks down, unable to meet your eyes while he does. The fact that he’d done it without you even having to ask has your thighs clenching together with excitement.

“Does that taste nice, Ijichi?”

He shuts his eyes completely as he nods, letting you slide your thumb back and forth against his tongue for a moment before pulling it out with a wet pop. You grip his cock again, and he isn’t prepared for you finally stroking him properly, moaning and gasping at the feel of it.

“Do you want me to taste you too?”

“What?” He’s still somehow taken aback, as if you weren’t already clearly trying to pleasure him.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He nods, choking on words as you stroke him harder and faster. You let him enjoy the feel of your hand for a few moments more before deciding a simple nod is not enough. You halt your movements, savouring the feel of his throbbing cock and he looks at you as though he might cry.

“Then say it for me.”

“Please, please, please.” You can hear his toes curling from the soft squeak of his patent leather shoes, knees bouncing as he whimpers for you - and you realise he was already on the verge of cumming before you’d stopped.

“You can do better than that, Ijichi, ask me to suck your cock.”

He whines, fighting against himself to just ask for what he clearly wants, cock still throbbing in your hand. Then, he makes a half-whispered attempt, “Please suck me.”

Your disappointed face has him looking distraught, pathetic even, in his desperation to please you and be pleased by you. He doesn’t make you ask him again, taking in a shaky breath then crying out, “Please suck my cock!”

“Of course, Ijichi, anything for you.” Yet again your words have him moaning, even as your hand stays steady, and you readjust in your seat so you can bend down and take him into your mouth.

As your lips wrap around the head of his cock and move slowly down he places a gentle hand on your head, holding your hair back and panting out a barely comprehensible string of thanks. The hand that had been gripping him moves to squeeze at his balls through his slacks as you find you were correct in guessing you could take his cock all the way to your throat with relative ease. You suck your cheeks in, tongue swirling along the shaft before you begin bobbing up and down.

It’s immediately clear that you were also correct in guessing that Ijichi would only be able to handle so much, and you can feel his balls tightening already as you suck. He tries to warm you but it’s clear his impending orgasm is more surprising to him than to you.

“I’m close- ‘mmm cumming!” The words are barely out before he’s filling your mouth, and you take him as deep as you can to swallow the rest. He squirms and groans and whimpers and it’s all music to your ears. You suck him through his orgasm until he’s spent, twitching, whining, letting out soft little pleas before you sit up.

The sight of him gives you butterflies - face red, eyes watery, panting and completely exhausted by the experience. You sit back, wanting to give him a chance to recover without further overstimulation, but he stops you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. His palms are clammy, and he’s still catching his breath, but it’s sweet. When he pulls back he wipes at your mouth, kissing you between attempts to dry your chin of drool.

You let him, enjoying the look of concentration and tenderness battling with his exhaustion before you kiss him again and sit back into your seat. He does the same, letting out a happy sigh and looking the most relaxed you’d ever seen him.

“Thank you.”

-

CHAPTER 2

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Unexpected Virgin + First time with Ijichi (trope mash up)

You and Ijichi have always fit together perfectly. The type of couple that knew they could trust each other completely from the moment you’d met. The type of couple where one of you is always happy to take over things the other hates or finds inconvenient. The type of couple where you always seem to understand how the other feels without words. It’s why it doesn’t even occur to Ijichi to mention he’s a virgin. Like so many other things about him, he assumes you just know.

It isn’t until after you’ve made love for the first time, slow and careful and filled with adoration and tender touches, that you find out he was a virgin. He thanks you, with love in his eyes, for being his first. You don’t know what to say, and he sees that shock on your face and smiles warmly.

“You’re my first everything.”

Fanfic trope mash-up

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So I have to make a confession.. I totally simp for Ijichi from jjk ;; and after reading one of your hc's where you said he (in a adorable way) has a small dick I fell for him even harder 😭

I imagine him being SUCH a momma's boy, he could easily rival Choso or even Nori... I'm sorry but I totally see him as more of a calm baby? Like he's so good and obedient, all he want's to do is to nurse from mama and have his cock played with 🥺

Just like I have a soft spot for Uraume (thanks to you guys) I will not lie I also have a soft spot for Ijichi (but in less of a mean dom way I swear!)

Ijichi with his small dick always worries about upsetting you bc he “falls short” but the only way to soothe him is to cradle his head in your lap and let him have a field day sucking on your breasts! Of course after a long stressful day dealing with Gojo poor baby really just wants to be taken care of. And nothing takes better care of Ijichi than when you praise him and let him nurse while you edge his cute little cock. Telling him the longer he can hold out the bigger he’ll grow for sure. But it never lasts long when you end up with his cum all naughty and dirty over your fingers and he’s moaning an apology against your breast <3

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uhh ijichi stans come get your man 🙄

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forbidden relationships with the jjk men (texts)

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

ʚ incl: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

ʚ note: 🌱 anon strikes again with the brilliant ideas <3

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ

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A Date With Her? Pt 2

Smau: in which they start to regret being a homie hopper Warnings: cursing, poor quality of work (made in a rush), just don't hold it against me pls I'm ashamed Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Pt 1, Pt 3

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A Date With Her? Pt 3

Smau: in which they confess (in their own ways) Warnings: mostly fluffy, cursing, poor quality of work, lots of typos Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Pt 1, Pt 2

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texts with the jjk men (+ shoko) but they're jealous.

"jealousy, jealousy."

incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, hiromi, shiu, choso, and shoko.

warnings: suggestive, basically full blown sèxting. use of "cvnt" (idk if that needs a warning), mention of public sèx, brèèding mention, gröping mention, lowkey exhibitionism (?).

a/n: WOAHHH FREAKYYYYY!!!! likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!! my requests are open!! pt 2 will (hopefully) be posted tomorrow with the boys, obvi no smut or anything for them! sorry for being a loser and not posting anything, i've been super stressed with college work and such :(

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DIRTY TALKIN’ — toji fushiguro ♡ 18+

꒰ა roommate!toji fushiguro x fem!afab!reader SMAU ໒꒱

some nasty dirty texts u and toji have ft. a sprinkle of sukuna

— genre . . . EXPLICIT CONTENT // MDNI ! — contents . . . SMAU, explicit dirty talk, degradation [slut], petnames [dollie, baby, doll], voyeurism, semi-public, mentions of an//l, third party pervy sukuna !! <- toji likes sharin’ pics, hockey player!toji, college au — song suggestion . . . “les” by childish gambino — notes . . . im ovulating sorry guys i kinda really want kuna and toji and ion even fw kuna like that — idk if i wanna make this canon so we’ll js put it in the air…

✦ more below the cut ! MDNI

note: mary is the first name of ms. kim, the owner of a local korean restaurant that most of the campus worships and will protect with their life. she seems to have a strong maternal bond to u guys out all of her customers, though…

pumped this out rq bc i was madly horny for toji and sukuna after seeing the vol.29 cover😭

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cozy lil cafe :3

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Bad day

(Req) pranking the jjk men not knowing they had a bad day

Characters: Nanami. Gojo. Geto. Toji. Choso. Ino.

A/n: I tried to make some kinda mean/assholes did it work? 😞

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!gymnast teacher toji who is your new gymnastics teacher that happens to be quite enticed by you when he sees your curves in your leotard.

!gymnast teacher toji who pays extra special attention to guiding your form as you do a handstand or do a cast on the bar.

!gymnast teacher toji who immediately agrees when you ask him to massage your inner thighs because you got a cramp. he uses his calloused, chalked hands to feel for the knot.

!gymnast teacher toji who gets flustered and hard when you let out soft moans at the feeling of him massaging you.

!gymnast teacher toji who lets his knuckle brush against your clit through your leotard, hoping you don't mind. when you don't say anything, he doesn't stop.

!gymnast teacher toji who says "y'know, my students have said that it helps when i massage here..." while pressing his finger against your clit. "really?" you ask breathily. "mhm... spread your legs a little further." you do and he slides your leotard aside to reveal you have no panties on. "dirty, dirty girl..."

!gymnast teacher toji who suggests he tries massaging your insides as well. his finger slides in and uses his finger pad to massage your g-spot. "ooh... that's- um- really good... i think it's working," you moan.

!gymnast teacher toji who dives in with his tongue immediately as soon as you suggest it.

!gymnast teacher toji who ends up fucking you against a balance beam after the gym hours. your sweaty bodies glide against each other as his dick hits you sweet spot.

!gymnast teacher toji who makes your 'massages' a frequent thing and even gives you private 'lessons'.

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neighbor!toji who's a bit of a perv, standing shirtless on his balcony every morning when you're leaving for work, eyes planted on your ass as you walk to your car.

neighbor!toji who always helps you carry your groceries up to your apartment, saying that a pretty thing like you shouldn't have to do so much heavy lifting by herself.

neighbor!toji who immediately says yes to helping you replace the blown lightbulbs in the can lights that dot your ceilings. you let him roam the apartment while you cook dinner. he checks the lights in your bathroom and your bedroom, and he checks your laundry hamper too, grinning when he sees a pair of your panties sitting at the top.

neighbor!toji who walks out of your bedroom with a hard-on and your underwear in his pocket, not bothering to conceal his tented pants as you thank him for his help.

neighbor!toji who frowns when he sees you coming home late one night with tears streaming down your face, blubbering something about a cheating boyfriend.

neighbor!toji who tells you to forget about those good for nothing little boys, tells you he'll show you how a real man treats a lady before he nudges his way into your apartment and eats you out like you're his last meal.

neighbor!toji who laughs a little when you thank him after you cum on his tongue multiple times. you watch him lick his lips before he tells you it’s no problem. neighbors are supposed to help each other out, right?

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Ovulation

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

Synopsis: Toji is away for work while you are ovulating — and you are suffering deeply from needingtobefuckeditis. When he returns, boy does he deliver. 

CW: horniness like you’ve never felt before, mentions of masturbation, established relationship, smut — unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, overstimulation?, anal fingering, squirting, hair pulling, dom!Toji, breeding kink (MDNI) WC: 4k A/N: oh to be Toji’s toy during ovulation… 😵‍💫

You could not think straight. Usually, the ovulation stage of your cycle would bring the to be expected egg white and some out of pocket dirty thoughts here and there, but this time? Your reproductive organs were on steroids. 

Even before your period had ended, your mind had been clouded with such downright dirty thoughts of being absolutely rawed that you worried to think what your body would be like once it actually did finish. 

And oh, were you ill-prepared. 

It hit you with full force the first morning without your period. All you could think about was sex. Of being fucked so good that you’d see god. Of your cunt being used and abused in the way that she was clearly craving so fucking badly. Of being so stuffed full of cum that it would leak out all over your legs. 

Going to work in these conditions was brutal. The work day was ordinarily not so long, but now? You were suffering. To add insult to injury, Toji was out of town for work, so you had no one to satisfy you except the sad little piece of plastic in your bedside drawer. 

You had long retired your rabbit since being with Toji, for obvious reasons, the main being that nothing and no one could ever come close to him. And you’d gotten so used to how good he would give it to you that you knew that nothing you could do with the rabbit would ever compare. 

Every time he was away, you’d have no communication until he came back, which you understood due to his line of work, but right now, you hated that fact because you wish you could at least hear his voice. Something, anything from him would help. 

So here you were, on day 2 of your ovulation phase, trying to get Megumi to sleep sooner so you could get to bed yourself. 

When he eventually did fall asleep, you darted out of his room and into yours, pulling off your clothes hastily and grabbing your current sleeping companion from the nightstand. 

While it wasn’t Toji, you managed to satiate your aching cunt for the time being. 

The next day was ever the challenge, but thankfully you had some tasks at work that required additional brain power so this distracted you briefly from the dire need to be fucked.

The constant horniness was getting tiring without Toji truly satisfying it, but you did your best to nonetheless, counting down the days until he’d come home, which — you check your watch — should be in 3 days, 2 hours, and 24 minutes. 

You decided to get creative with your methods, one such being a Pilates class. Your friend had told you, verbatim, “If you want to feel like you’ve been bent over, disrespectfully, and have your legs quaking by the end, go to a Pilates class.”

So you had decided to do just that. Megumi had a babysitter for that evening while you were at the class, so you got to fully immerse yourself into it. You did not expect it to be so difficult, having to bend your body into all these different positions and engaging your core in a way that you’d never felt before. The burn was undeniable and strangely, you did find that it helped somewhat. 

Your muscles truly ached the next day, a Friday. This helped keep the dirty thoughts and the horny feelings at bay as you winced from the muscle ache at work, but by the time you got home, your mind had clouded once again.

You had Megumi to tend to for the evening until his bedtime, so you had to keep it all at bay while you watched over the sweet boy. He was a great kid and you were grateful that he was as such. 

Finally, finally, you tuck him into bed a few hours later and make sure he’s asleep before you shut his door and head into yours like a woman on a mission. 

Day 4 of ovulation and it was probably the worst of them all. The desperation you were feeling was like you were a bitch in heat.

So, imagine the sheer anger that strikes through you when you find that your rabbit’s batteries had died and you had no spare ones to hand. Of fucking course. 

Toji is very many things. Toji is a punctual man. (Or, at least, he tells himself that. He tries to be.)

He had told you he’d be home after his mission on Sunday afternoon, and usually his missions take the whole predicted time, but this mission he’d gotten lucky with and he’d managed to finish up quicker than anticipated by Friday evening. He was happy about that; he’d be getting paid the same figure and also get to go home sooner. 

While he’s making the journey home, he wonders what he’d do with his “paid time off” as you’d call it — probably primarily family time with you and Megumi. You. He’d missed you, your voice, and your sweet body. He wouldn’t say it outright, but he was excited to see you. And so was his cock. 

Toji had expected to arrive home to a quiet, dark house since it was nighttime and you loved your beauty sleep. What he didn’t expect was to find you splayed out open on the bed, fingers knuckle deep as you pump them furiously in and out of your weeping pussy, quiet mewls falling from you as you gasp and rub quick circles on your swollen clit. 

Toji can do very many things. Arriving early to places is not one of them, you’ll note. 

Your eyes were closed and your face twisted into one of pleasure as you made do with your hands and fingers, but you opened them to watch yourself when you suddenly notice Toji stood in the doorway, raging hard on poking through his pants, and you instantly stop. 

“Toji?” You sit up quickly, unable to believe the sight before you. Were you so far gone that you’d imagined him? 

“Oh, don’t stop, baby, I was enjoying the show,” he husks, a sexy smirk on his lips as he kicks the door shut and stalks towards you. 

You kneel over to the end of the bed and let out a soft whine when he pulls off his shirt and comes to stand in front of you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He was real. When you break apart for air, you sigh, “I can’t believe you’re home already, I was going insane without you.”

“That so?” He chuckles lowly, big hands groping the bare skin of your hips and sliding back to your ass as he connects your lips again. He can sense some urgency in the way you kiss. “Unwrapped my gift for me, huh?”

“I’m ovulating, Toji. I’ve been feral. I needed you so bad this past week…I still do. I need it. I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t give it to me,” you look at him and he can see the desperation in your eyes. 

He laughs quietly, letting you open the ribbon of his pants, “Death by lack of dick. Interesting way to go.”

“I’m serious, Toji,” you responded, pulling him onto the bed with his pants at his knees. He lets them fall down the rest of the way and he kisses you again, hungrier this time. You moan into his mouth, lying back and pulling him on top of you. He hovers over you, your legs instantly wrapping around his hips. 

You feel the hot press of his heavy cock against your puffy folds, and the excitement of finally getting what you had been longing for, for this entire week gives you a rush. He grunts as he rocks his hips into yours, covering his thick cock with the copious amounts of wetness that had already accumulated at your core. The rubbing of his cock on your clit makes you mewl and you get restless, reaching down to guide him into you. 

“So needy for me, aren’t you? My perfect little wife,” he hums against your mouth and you lift your hips, pumping him with your hand once, twice, before you’re guiding him into your waiting entrance. She’d been waiting for this, waiting for him, and the pure relief that you feel of his cock filling you and stretching your walls is something heavenly. 

You let out a filthy moan when he bottoms out inside you, and he covers your mouth with his large hand, “Meg’s sleeping, sweetheart, I know you’ve been waiting for this but keep it down.”

You swallow, biting your lip and nodding before he gives you a dirty grind of his hips, his pubic bone grazing your clit. You nearly go cross eyed at the pure bliss this gives you. Truth be told, he was surprised at how easily you’d taken all of him on the first try, but he wasn’t complaining. You were snug as always, wrapped around him so perfectly like you were moulded just for him. 

He draws his hips back and you let out a gasp at the heavy feeling of his cock dragging against your plush walls. When he thrusts back into you, you feel like you might explode. You need him to fuck you senseless. 

“Faster, baby, please,” you plead, grasping onto his beefy arms, nails digging in a little. 

“I love when you beg for me,” he murmurs, lips curled into a smirk as he sucks on your neck. He rolls his hips steadily a few more times, ever the tease, but then he obliges with your request, quickening his pace. He brings his lips to yours in an open mouthed, breathy, messy kiss while he fucks you into the mattress, then leans back because he wants to watch the way you fall apart under him. 

You’re on cloud nine; there’s nothing better than the satisfaction of having a craving fulfilled, nothing better than the pleasure of Toji putting you through the mattress. You try to stifle your moans but you can’t, your face twisted in pleasure as he rams his thick, delicious cock into your needy cunt over and over again. 

It’s when he grabs your legs from your knees, pushing them up one at a time to fold you in half, that you feel the tingles of your orgasm fast approaching. He hooks his arms under your thighs and pins you to the bed that way, fucking into you rougher despite you being tighter around him now. “Ah— mm, T-Toji-!” Your hands trail up around his shoulders, nails leaving angry red tracks on his muscled back while he pistons his hips repeatedly into yours, the sound of your hips colliding echoing in the room alongside your lewd moans. 

You can feel your orgasm approaching fast and you grip onto him, gazing up at him, dazed. “Cum f’me, sweetness— hah— oh, fuck,” he grunts, dipping his head to tease your taut nipple with the flat of his tongue. 

He loved having you in this position, he loved testing fate every time you fucked like so. It’s the combination of your carnal desire being satisfied, his mouth on your tits, the deep plunge of his cock inside you, and his direct order that sends you over the edge into the deepest depths of euphoria with a moan so dirty it sounds like a cry. The wave that overcomes your body makes you stiffen and your walls pulse so tightly that it almost becomes painful while he continues to fuck you through it. 

“That’s it, baby, f-fuck, give it to me,” Toji groans, hips stuttering as he feels his balls tighten, signalling his imminent release. He pants as he keeps thrusting, and you pull his face up to yours so that you can kiss him. Tongues tangled, his pleasure overcomes him and he buries himself deep inside you as he cums, releasing his thick ropes into your waiting cunt. 

He breathes heavily and tries to catch his breath for a moment, lips moving lazily against yours. You bask in the delicious feeling of him fucking his cum inside you. 

You’re holding onto him tightly as he releases your legs and you wrap them around his waist again, letting out a quiet mewl when you feel him slip from your confines. “Baby…wait…” 

“Remind me to go on missions while you’re ovulating,” he says, a smirk curling at his lips while he pecks kisses on your jaw, “we should do that again sometime.”

You feel up his back, a part of him you loved especially, already feeling empty and wanting more of him. “Sometime? How about… again, right now?” You suggest, and he stops for a second, looking down at you incredulously. 

“Wh—now?” He repeats and you nod, biting your bottom lip as you bring your hand to cup his face. Thumb caressing his cheek, he turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand, his eyes hooded as he feels the rush of arousal through his body once again. His cock was still hard and he grabs your face in both his hands, crashing his lips to yours in a rush of desire. You moan into his mouth as he pushes his tongue past the seam of your lips and against yours. 

You push him up and this causes him to break the kiss as he sits back on his haunches and waits to see what you want to do. Precum oozes from his slit when he watches you get on all fours and rock your hips sensually for him. 

The mess between your thighs drips down them, but you don’t care. You just needed him, again. You wanted more. You wanted all of him. You arch your back, bringing your arms down so you can rest on your elbows. “I want you this way,” you tell him and he wets his lips as he kneels behind you. 

He’d never seen you be this damn needy. It was so sexy to him.  

Large hands grabbing your hips, he rests his heavy cock on the crack of your ass as he reaches around you to toy with your clit. You keen at the calculated movement of his thick fingers, absentmindedly pushing your hips back against his. “God, Toji…” you sigh contently, eager to have him inside you again. 

He can be a tease sometimes and make you beg for it, but right now, he was more than happy to entertain this. Taking his hand away from your clit, he holds onto your hip while he guides his leaking cock into your cunt. You keen at the feeling, the difference in position being felt entirely. You rest your cheek against the bed with a breathy sigh.

He feeds you inch by delicious inch of his thick cock, letting out a tsk when your walls clench around him involuntarily. He swats your ass in response and you let out a small cry, the sting of it going straight to your pussy. He finally bottoms out inside you again, and he pulses his hips, his balls teasing your throbbing clit. 

“O-oh…mmnh…” you let out incoherent sounds, gripping the bedsheets when he draws his hips back until only his tip was inside you, slamming his hips into yours with a forceful thrust. 

He begins a brutal pace, the sound of your hips slapping together even louder than before. Your eyes are screwed shut as you enjoy the feeling of being thoroughly fucked, your mouth agape while he pulls you back onto his cock. 

It’s too much, too fast, your brain can hardly keep up with the fast pace of his. He’s drawing out lewd and dirty moans of his name from you, to which he reaches up and wraps his hand around your hair, pulling on it a little. “I told you to be quiet, sweet thing.”

You bury your face into the sheets and muffle your moans while he continues to ravage your greedy cunt. He releases your hair and lets out a low growl at the sight of your pussy creaming around his dick. Toji loves your ass. It’s why he doesn’t even think about it before he’s gathering your slick and teasing your asshole with his finger. 

He’s fucking you into oblivion now, and the sensations are getting slightly overwhelming but you want to power through because you’d been needing this like you needed air. You wanted this. 

With each mean thrust of his cock against your plush walls, you edge closer and closer to another, no doubt, life changing orgasm. 

“Takin’ me so damn good, baby,” he grits out, dipping his finger into your ass as he continues his mean pace, the thump, thump, thump of his hips hitting yours like the base of a delightful melody. 

And boy, oh, boy, was he playing your body like his favourite instrument. 

It’s when he’s fully fingering your ass that it happens all at once, your orgasm hits you in an instant and a sudden rush washes over you; a pressure in your abdomen being released as you squirt all over him and the bed. You cry out, tears in your eyes from the ecstasy of it all, your legs almost giving out. 

He lets out a gasp, both from the surprise of you squirting all of a sudden, and from the sheer strength of your orgasm which had your walls gripping him so tightly that he struggled to keep his own at bay. Again. Fuck, you were addictive. “Jesus—! Fuck!” He hisses through clenched teeth. 

The mess of your squirt, your juices and your cream covered his lower abdomen and he was living for being this fucking filthy with you. He fucks into you a few more times before he starts to cum, slamming his hips into yours again and again to ride through it. His breath shudders as he slows gradually to a stop. He stays there, plugging his cum in you, and you inhale shaky breaths, eyes still closed. 

Toji can do very many things, especially with you. Fucking like rabbits was one of his favourite. 

He bows over your back, panting for breath, and you both fall onto your sides as you come down from the high. He caresses your hip, where he’d held a bruising grip on you before. You take a moment to gather yourself, and you move off of him, your puffy pussy feeling (and looking, Toji noted) truly abused by that point. You grab the glass of water you’d put on the bedside table earlier and take a long sip, rehydrating yourself. 

Toji rolls onto his back, closing his eyes, hand splayed on his abs. You let yourself shamelessly ogle his body while you drink your water; eyes raking down from his pretty face to his large torso, bulging pecs, defined abs, prominent v-line that led straight to his beautiful, big, curved, and still hard but slowly softening cock. 

You salivated at the sight of it. The tiredness in your body starts to dissipate the more you look at him. 

More, more, more. You wanted more. 

You set your glass down and crawl over to him, straddling his hips. He opens his eyes at this and gazes up at you in question. As far as he was concerned, you should have been satiated following that last round. 

He can see the glint of mischief in your eyes as you reach between you and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it slowly. He doesn’t protest — if anyone can keep up with you it’s him — and he watches with piqued interest at how you work his cock so easily, doing all the right things that he likes. 

“We already got this messy and you wanna go again?” He inquires, and you nod lazily, thumbing over his slit and smirking to yourself when you feel it jump. Not only are you stroking his cock but you’re also stroking his ego, and he is thoroughly enjoying being the recipient of both of those things. 

It doesn’t take much before he’s rock hard again, and he’s groping your ass as you lift your hips and aligning him at your entrance, sinking down onto him in one smooth and steady motion. 

He grits his teeth, jaw clenching as he gazes up at you, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head as you feel yourself being split apart on his thick cock for the third time that evening. 

You didn’t need much time to adjust to him so you rock your hips back and forth, feeling the base of his cock catch at your clit, making you cream around him. Toji’s groans are deep and rumble from within his chest as you take the reins, lifting your hips and sinking back down, over and over, desperately. You look so wanton as you ride him, your pretty tits bouncing in his face so he can’t help but give them the attention they deserve. 

You clench around him when you feel his mouth on you, so messy with it; open mouthed kisses, sucking, licking, damn near drooling all over your chest. 

“Christ, you’re gonna end up pregnant at this rate,” he says with a warning tone, but you only look at him with hooded eyes.

“What if that’s what I want, Toji?” You murmur, bouncing your hips faster. “What if I want you to put a baby in me?” 

“Yeah? Wanna give Gumi a sibling, huh?” He rasps, squeezing your ass tightly. 

It was at that point that you go onto autopilot, your body moving on its own accord, fucking down onto him with such carnal need that you felt like an animal. 

“Yes…yes, fuck, Toji, yes,” you ramble, feeling that you’re nearing your release. You reach back and play with his balls, squeezing them, pulling ever so gently, wanting him to cum with you. 

“I’m gonna give it all to you, pretty. Gonna give you every last fuckin’ drop,” his chest rises and falls quicker as you both get closer and closer to the edge. 

You lean forward and bounce your hips faster, filthy moans being drawn from your lips which Toji tries to quieten by crushing his lips on yours in a bruising kiss.

You both reach your peaks within seconds of one another, and you try to keep your pace to ride through it but you simply give into the rush of your orgasm and let it take hold of your body. Toji shoots his hot load into you, holding your hips tightly as you both let out breathy moans of each other’s names alongside profanity. 

Your walls greedily milk him of every drop that he has to give, and you sigh in contentment as you relax against him, sweaty but satisfied. 

Your legs had gone jelly now, the lactic acid build up was catching up to you. Many won’t know this but Toji does have an attentive side that he keeps reserved for you (and his son sometimes). You find yourself smiling when he brings his hands to your thighs and massages them gently, squeezing your muscles a little to get rid of the lactic acid burn. 

You kiss him slowly, taking your time to savour the taste of him. 

“Can we go again?” You ask with a needy tone, but you couldn’t quite hide the slight tiredness in your voice. 

“Honey, we’ve gotta pump the brakes…I’m tired as shit right now and I need— we both need to sleep,” he sighs, running a hand up over his face, pushing his hair back a little. 

You pout at him, rubbing the base of his neck and leaning in to suck a dark mark onto his skin, knowing you’d have to let up. “Tomorrow, then? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”

“Do I look like a buffet to you?” He quips, and you dissolve into a fit of laughter. “But…fine. Since you asked so nicely.”

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