#Higuruma x reader smut
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â nanami kento & reader & higuruma hiromi + pussy eating + penetration + a bit of subby hiromi âËâĄ
where the two find new ways to pleasure you ...
"spread your legs wider so omi can eat darling."
at kento's words, hiromi zoned in on your cunt, the sight he has been bequeathed with was like none other. the slight tremble of your legs as you readjusted your position followed by a whine, undoubtedly due to the fact that nanami's cock which filled your pussy well enough was now able to reach deeper.
"look at that baby... you've got a nice cock to cum on sweetheart." hiromi remarked, fingers passing over your clit once, twice, if only to see your little hole clench adorably on kento's cock.
a moan left your lips at hiromis actions. nanami grasping your legs to keep them open, the chilly air exposing your swollen clit and pussy full of nanami's cock. your cheeks warm, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids fluttering at the overwhelming pleasure.
"please..."
"your little pussy is making such a cute mess on my cock darling, it's creaming so pretty on my cock already sweetheart."
nanami notes as higuruma's tongue finally laved over your stuffed pussy, licking over the cream on the base of nanami's cock stuffing your cunt to the brim, all the way up to your clit, kissing it once before placing it in his mouth and sucking it. you could feel the tip of his nose touching the bulge nanamis cock left on your tummy. all the whilst high pitched moans, the filthy wet sounds of your pussy being devoured, the occasional grunt and the frequent praise from the way you clenched so tightly on nanamis cock was all that could be heard reverbrating throughout the room.
"oh that's it angel, such a greedy girl hm? you like my cock in your pussy while higu eats you out?"
"such a good boy hiromi, making her feel so good."
hiromi continues lapping at your folds, spread out to accommodate kento's girth. he places considerable emphasis on your jutting clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it in his mouth.
all the whilst kento unrelentingly thrusts his cock shallowly in and out, the pleasure all too overwhelming as whimpers and mewls left your lips. the telltale sign of your oncoming release you didn't doubt could be felt by nanami as your pussy gripped his cock ever so tighter.
"go ahead and cum sweetheart."
you rode out your strong waves of pleasure with their help, hiromi now rubbing your clit with his finger whilst lapping up your release dripping down nanami's cock and balls. which pushed nanami to his own release, flooding your pussy with his load.
"...thank you ken...thank you omi."
"go show omi how thankful you are baby."
nanami lifts you up by your hips, a little bit of his release smearing out of your little hole and places you on hiromis lap. you watch as he guides his cock into your hole, pushing in slowly as he feels on the brink of approaching his orgasm. lifting your hips, he thrusts up into you in pleasurable strokes and you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your crimson face in his shoulder as he seeks his release, one that was quickly spurring you to your own. nanami had his cock in his hand, pumping it to hiromis thrusts, also rapidly approaching his release.
"feels so good baby, love your pussy."
"love you omi."
to which he cums, filling up your already stuffed pussy with his thick cum. you lay limp in hiromi's arms as he lifts your chin to press a sweet reassuring kiss on your lips. nanami now making his way over the bed to the both of you,
"did so good for us baby yeah? our good girl."
â sorry for the inconsistent usage of names was a little confused at times :( but yes i hope you like this kinda short drabble of sorts, reqs are open! reblogs are more than welcome <3
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Ëâ⧠ᴥɪĘĘ ÉŞá´ Ęá´ á´á´sá´á´Ę É´á´á´Ą? â§âË
⥠ft. geto, toji, gojo, higuruma, nanami ⥠total wc: 10.9k // nsfw minors dni! // ⥠contents: ๨ৠđ đđđđĄđđđ˘đĄđđĄđđđ đđ đĄâđđ ๨ŕ§, afab reader she/her pronouns, no smut in gojos or tojis im sorry, emotionally stunted men kinda but they grow isnt that nice (not talking abt higuruma and nanami god no), the aftermath of fwb caught feelings, consolation, emotional aftercare ig, lotta domestic fluff for higuruma and nanami's!!!! (everyone say ty @noosayog for nanami's bc she is the only reason i wrote his) ⥠listen along: casual by chappell roan âĄ
- ᥣđŠ time passes and people change, and just because you fell first doesn't mean you don't get a happy ending + bonus continuation of higuruma's and nanami's ᥣđŠ -
áŻáĄŁđŠ ɢá´á´á´ [ 3 Ęá´á´Ęs ]
on the list of people that you thought youâd see tonight, geto isnât even in the top 100, not because of probability or likelihood, but solely based on the fact that you have not thought about this man in years. if you were asked the question from your future self, âholy shit, guess who we saw tonight?â you wouldâve listed old friends, distant relatives, exes, minor celebrities, other flings, teachers from high school, people from stories youâve only heard of, and then geto.Â
after that night, you really didnât see barely any of him. a few posts on your feed: one 2 weeks after and another 2 months after that one when you remembered that you forgot to unfollow him. once on campus: him across a million tables getting lunch with some girl too long after your little thing for you to care about who she was to him at all. once at a mutual (though you didnât know was mutual at the time) friendâs party close to graduation: you ran into him grabbing a drink from the cooler and neither of you said a single word to each other, just exchanged a very knowing glance.
fast forward a handful of years, with geto not on your mind during a single one of them, and youâre stunned, nearly speechless, as you recognize him across the bar. the track of which your mind is racing takes you stop after stop to thoughts and feelings you didnât really ask to experience. they follow a curving roadmap in your mind of: why is he here? â wow, he looks great â does he live nearby still? â thatâs weird â no, it isnât weird, i still live here â then what are the fucking chances that heâs here â no, seriously he looks so good
he looks different though, you realize about 3 minutes into sneaking glances in his direction, in some way that you just canât put your finger on right now. in your slightly tipsy state, you barely stop to ask yourself how you even clocked that it was him so quickly, how there was no hesitance in the recognition or questioning in the placing. he looks really fucking good.
in fact, now that all of the obligatory thoughts have come to a heed, thatâs really the only thing that you can think about. how good he looks.
the events that happened that ended your situationship all of those years ago are nothing but outlines now; whatever you said or he said just sounds like underwater conversations. you can see the way that you left and you remember being dumbfounded, but everything else has lost its sting, like a story youâd recall to a friend of a friend in a setting much like the one youâre in. time has handled the memory the way that time does and as a result, when the two of you finally make eye contact after what feels like an hour of missed mutual glances, you offer a small wave. a wave that says, âi remember only knowing you in past tense. we are such different people now, i wonder what it wouldâve been like if we met now instead.â
the wave was the first step, technically, sure, but he makes the literal first step. he departs from the conversation heâs been enthralled with for as long as youâve been stealing glances and he weaves between people in the middle of their own stories before ending up in front of you.Â
when he does, he asks, as if heâs just randomly bumped into you rather than intentionally coming over, âshit⌠is that you?â he puts his hand on the back of your chair, thumb brushing your shoulder.
the friend that youâre with cocks their head, furrows their eyebrows, has no idea who this is or their connection to you, the timelines of their interactions with you spaced too far apart for one to know the other. geto notices this look, addresses it. âwe used toâŚ,â he pauses, âsee each other? for a little bit.â
you canât help the laugh that bubbles up from your chest at the way he describes it. âyes, yes we did,â you nod. âback in college,â you explain a little further, âbeen a while.â
the interaction quiets, the two of you exchanging soft smiles instead of words, and your friend knows where this thing is going before either of you even do, so they bow their head, offer their seat to geto, and take their leave in the name of some bullshit excuse. he takes it without a second thought, asking you how youâve been, laughing about the time that you saw each other at that party, and after an hour of just talking he says, âyeah, i actually thought about you the other day.â
you nearly choke on the drink heâs bought you. you rush to put it down. âyou did?â you ask.
he nods. âi donât even remember what prompted it. i think, maybe, i saw a photo of myself from college and how different i looked and how different i feel now and then just, out of nowhere, remembered how shitty i was to you.âÂ
you donât say anything in return, running your finger around the lip of your glass as you stare at him. you donât know how to say that you donât care anymore, that you havenât thought of those days in years, that the surprise that you displayed a few seconds ago was completely genuine, because you were so convinced that neither of you had. it comes out something like a shrug and, âwe were practically kids.â
he answers so quickly, âwell, kids or not, iâm sorry.â
you laugh, gently so he wonât think youâre laughing at his apology. really, youâre laughing at the notion of apologizing for an act that no longer warrants forgiveness. you laugh at the thought of giving it anyways. you place your hand on top of his on the edge of the bar. âthank you,â you nod. he nods back.Â
when you let him take you back to his place for old times sake, youâre half-expecting the same person from the ghosts of memories from years ago, like all of the things he said at the bar were just a last ditch effort to usher the night in the exact direction that itâs heading in.Â
but heâs different now, just like he said he was before he apologized, and you can feel it in his movements and his actions. more confident, more intentional. he kisses you first and it doesnât taste selfish. it doesnât feel rushed to get to the main event. he savors it, holds your head in his hands, and doesnât touch a single other inch of your body until heâs found the right combination of fingertip pressure and tongue that has you melting into his palm.
your mind flickers to the notion that these actions might be pre planned because they feel so meticulous and thought out, but that impression quickly dissolves when he sinks inside of you, slowly, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he does, his hand reaching down to cup your cheek, fingers nearly trembling against your jaw when he presses his hips completely against the insides of your thighs.Â
âshit,â he hisses, hands moving down to your waist, fingers light like feathers practically crawling against your skin, as if each print was so grateful it got to make contact with the softness below. when he grips into the fat of your hips, heâs careful, intentional or not, pressing his thumbs into the bone, but not letting his nails leave a single mark. itâs pressured, but comfortable.Â
he holds you in place, slowly pulling his hips back and he canât help but look down between your legs, watching himself disappear inside of you, a creamy mess at the base, shallow breaths recycled in his chest.Â
âhey,â you say, eyes locked on the tenseness of his jaw and the way that he stops himself with sharp inhales. he finds your gaze in a second. âdonât hold out on me here.â you rest your arm on his bicep, fingers curling around wherever they can reach.
you can feel it under your palm, his muscle tensing as his pace picks up, rhythm consistent, but unrelenting. the breaths come out of you quickly and youâre unable to hold any sort of facade. âah- shit, f-fuck,â you cry, âholy shit.â you squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing harshly as strangled noises leave you without vetting a single one.
ân-no,â you shake your head, regretting it instantly as he slows down in response. you shake your head harder, âno, donât stop, but- ah,â you groan, âyour- you were- i meant,â you exhale a laugh, âlet me hear you.â
his eyes widen slightly as he processes what you want from him, and then he listens. he leans down to kiss your lips and then your cheek and then your jaw and then your ear. yes, heâs fucking you better than youâve ever been fucked in your entire life, but thatâs not what makes you crumble. no, itâs his grunts and pants and breathy groans pressed right up against your skin.Â
you thread your fingers into his hair, twirling the ends of the locks between the tips, raking your nails down the base of his neck to the front, and then smoothing them down his chest. âmore,â you mumble against him, and youâre not sure exactly what you mean, but he gives it to you, whatever it is. youâre certain heâd give you anything in the world right now if you just asked for it.
thereâs a moment after when youâre lying there with him, shoulder pressed up against his, chest heaving, barely recovered, that you find yourself back in that college dorm. you donât know why the tightness is rising in the hollow below your sternum, but it is. you remind yourself that you werenât expecting anything from this anyway, so it doesnât matter, but it does. youâre not sure if you just donât want to be treated like that again or if it has something to do with geto being the one lying beside you.Â
when you turn your head to face him, heâs already looking at you. he doesnât shy away in embarrassment, like itâs wrong that heâd be gazing at you after all of that. his features are steady, confident, strong. he smiles softly, brings his hand up to cup your cheek. âshould we get breakfast in the morning?â
in the morning, you repeat in your head. you wait a beat, trying to come up with something to say, to proceed with caution or to discern his intentions or to at least not sound desperate, but all that comes out is, âin the morning?âÂ
he nods, turning on his side so he can stare at you without his neck getting sore. he inches closer to you, kissing the top of your shoulder and then your temple. he drapes his arm over your stomach. âif thatâs okay with you,â he says and then kisses you again.
âokay,â you nod back, lazy smile on your lips, eyelids heavy at the warmth surrounding you now as he pulls you closer to him. âyeah, sure,â you affirm, voice so soft and airy that the tightness in your chest is lifted away with the words, all thatâs left is a hope you feel comfortable letting stick around.
áŻáĄŁđŠ á´á´á´ÉŞ [ 3 á´á´É´á´Ęs ]
you are not expecting anyone. you have resigned yourself to a nice pair of pajamas and comfy socks and a warm cup of tea and a spot in the living room that you will only leave for a refill and bathroom breaks. you are tucked into the corner of your couch, back pressed up against the sturdy arm, legs crossed, and a throw blanket over your lap.
you are not expecting anyone, so the sound at the door should have felt a lot more jarring. well, it is jarring for a second, a few seconds actually, the echoing disruption bouncing off of the walls of your living room and back to you, but then the noises repeat themselves, like theyâre on a looping track, and you realize that-
you know that knock. heavy-handed with a tight fist, back of the knuckles, not the tops. almost pittering out by the end of the three successions, like the first one is direct and assured, but the second and third donât really bother keeping up. that knock almost makes you run to the door. if it were 3 months ago, youâd be skipping to the door.Â
but you hesitate for a few reasons. firstly because when the connection hits that you know that knock very well, you remind yourself to proceed with caution. secondly because it sounds the same but with a difference as small as a hairline fracture. you heard that knock far too many times during the span of a year and a half, and this one sounds almost completely identical, but thereâs a half second pause between the first knock and the second knock and the raps feel less impatient.Â
you donât have to look through the peephole to know whoâs standing on the other side of the door, but youâre glad you do anyway. if for nothing else, it gives you a slight edge, youâre convinced, like youâve seen him first, you have the upperhand now. at least, thatâs what you tell yourself.Â
toji hadnât contacted you since he left that day. no texts. no calls. no showing up at your apartment at 3 am. nothing. you kept telling yourself that youâd hear from him. when that didnât happen, you started telling yourself that you didnât care if you heard from him. youâve actually been waiting for this moment, replaying what it would look like if he came back, the things youâd say to him and how youâd say them.
now, looking out at him just standing there, youâre frozen. every scenario youâve replayed in your head, all of the emotional venting and blow out screaming that youâve rehearsed and you canât recall a single scene. you think about leaving him out there, about telling him to go away through the door or just pretending like youâre not home.
âi can see the shadow of your feet under the door,â toji calls out, muffled by the barrier between you guys, and yet it still rings out through your entire body.Â
you slowly open the door. though, even if it took an entire hour to open the door, youâre not sure it wouldâve mattered. you donât think time is something that couldâve prepared you for seeing him. seeing him didnât even prepare you for seeing him. you donât know what to say, so you donât say anything, folding your arms over your chest. you just wait.Â
âi-,â he starts, but then immediately stops, half sighs/half scoffs as he leans his chest forward, eyes scanning the inside of your apartment, for what exactly youâre not sure.Â
âwhat, toji?â you ask, voice stronger- and more annoyed- than you anticipate it being. youâre grateful for that. âwhy are you here?â
âshit, this is already hard enough for me t-,â he says, shaking his head, corner of his mouth tugging upward in frustration.Â
you narrow your eyes, cutting him off, âsorry, this is hard for you?â you feel like laughing or strangling him more than you do crying, which is a desired outcome in this situation, you suppose. âyou know that you havenât talked to me in three months, right? you havenât talked to me?â you ask, and you can feel your pulse in your wrist and your chest now, because the lines are coming back to you slowly, one by one, circling your brain, fueling your confidence.Â
âyeah, no, of course i know that,â he combats, like youâre the one thatâs being an asshole right now.Â
you smooth your fingertips against your eyes, blocking the sight of him out for just a second before gesturing with your hand as you ask, âare you going to answer my question orâŚ?â
âlook, i said that this is hard enough as it is for me to just be here,â he snaps, and if you were a little less annoyed, if he hadnât come at this whole thing exactly how he was, you mightâve clocked the desperation in his voice or the uncertainty in his pupils.Â
âdo you know how fucking stupid you sound right now?â you ask. itâs a rhetorical question.Â
one week after he left, you were certain he was going to come back. you and toji had gone a week without seeing each other or even speaking. you had even gone two weeks. sure, the conversation felt much more serious and, sure, really deep down you knew this time was different, but still, you held out dumb hope.Â
one month after he left and you realized this was not just him being weird and distant. this was something brand new that you had never had to deal with before. you were still trying to figure out how to navigate it when the two month realization hit: that maybe he wasnât coming back at all, ever, maybe you had done something wrong. if he had shown back up on your doorstep during that time this conversation wouldâve gone very differently you think.Â
but he didnât. he showed up at month three when your reaction to random memories of toji were no longer tears and guilt, but laughter and bitterness. there werenât many things that toji could say right now that would warrant anything more than you standing in your doorway for 4 minutes or less.Â
âi-,â he starts, but then sighs. he looks left, down the hallway of your building, eyes shifting from object to object out of your view.Â
âplease donât waste anymore of my time,â you reply and itâs softer than you intend. you thought itâd come out angrier. that seems like a theme for you tonight: everything sounding different in your head. when he doesnât reply, you start a countdown, promising yourself that when you make it to 15, youâll close the door in his face. you only make it to 13.
âiâm not here to waste your time,â he says, with no air of disgust or annoyance, the first halfway decent thing heâs said to you tonight. âi-,â he huffs again, âiâm here to say sorry. and-,â he hesitates.Â
you wait, just listening. the longer that he hesitates, the more time you have to think about what he might say and how youâre standing with your door open for the entire floor to hear your conversation. youâre not sure whatâs worse, having this conversation in the confines of familiar grounds or the openness of neutrality.
âand ask⌠are you already seeing someone else?â he finishes.Â
youâre dumbfounded, blinking at him slowly before responding in the only way you can think of right now, âgoodnight, toji.â you shake your head, cursing yourself for expecting anything more.
âno,â he rushes to say and then stumbles over the rest, âi- i tried to see somebody else, quite a bit of other people actuallyâŚâ
you scoff, squinting at him, saying more sternly this time, with an added attestation of closing the door in his face, âgoodnight, toji.â
he reaches out with a quick reflex, grabbing the door before youâve barely even moved it. âwait, no, i- fuck,â he mutters, scrambling, âcan i just come in?â
âso that was your plan then?â you drop your hand from the door. âto come back here unannounced, be shitty to me, ask if iâm sleeping with anyone, tell me that youâve slept with lots of people, and then ask if you can come inside?â you ask.
âi didnât have a plan-,â he replies.
âclearly,â you interject.
âbut iâm trying,â he finishes, and youâre waiting for there to be more, to explain exactly how this constitutes as trying, because you donât really see that here.
âfucking christ, toji, youâre going to have to try harder than whatever the fuck this is,â you sneer.Â
âwe- we had a good thing,â he tries again. you donât understand how every time he opens his mouth it gets worse and worse. why are you even entertaining this anymore?
âfuck you, man,â you scoff, and it feels like all of the anger has left your body, and in the void where it once was present is nothing but disinterest.Â
âno, not like that,â he backpedals. maybe if he would say more than four words at a time, or four better words at a time, then you wouldnât have to keep filling in the blanks or being pissed off or- âfor the last six months of our relationship, i didnât sleep with anyone else,â he admits like itâs the answer to all of your problems. the word relationship burns at the forefront of your mind so hard that you donât realize what heâs said for 10 whole seconds.
âi, so what?â your voice is unconvincing even to your own ears. you had slept with other people even 2 months before that last day. that wasnât the issue. you guys were allowed to sleep with other people. you had an explicit conversation about the fact that you could sleep with other people, something along the lines of, hey, we can see other people right? yeah, weâre not fucking dating. okay, just checking.
the so what, you had already answered for yourself, inner voice replying to your own question, screaming, you guys were exclusive, unknowingly to each other, for 2 whole months before you confessed and he left.Â
his answer is much different. he says, âso nothing really. i just- i needed you to know that.â
âwell, what the fuck do you want me to do with that?â you ask, and it comes out bitter and discouraged, but what you really mean is, please tell me what you want, please, can you just tell me that you missed me.Â
âwhatever you want,â he answers instead.
you take a deep breath, a million emotions coursing through your veins and up your throat. âyou know what?â you say, and it doesnât sound angry, it sounds playful, âno, seriously,â you smile and then you laugh, âfuck you, toji.â you close your mouth like youâre done talking, like thatâs all you needed to say, but your heart disagrees, forces more words out into the air no matter how hard your jaw is clenched shut.
âyou show up here and youâre an asshole and then youâre decent and then you say shit like that and then- then i ask you what you fucking want from this, what youâre trying to play at here and you tell me whatever i want?â you say, exasperated.Â
âwhat i wanted was for you not to leave me three fucking months ago. thatâs what i wanted,â you spit, âi wanted you to tell me this shit three fucking months ago before i sat alone, by myself, sad and then angry, and the entire time, fucking missing you, you fucking asshole. thatâs what i wanted.â
and then itâs there, out in the open, airing for the two of you to witness and to face, and no matter what happens, you know youâve done everything and said everything that youâve needed to. heâs quiet for a few moments and you let him be, not tapping your foot or rolling your eyes or being pissed off, but just letting it play out. if this is the last time you ever see toji, why not just let it play out?
âokay,â he says, and itâs soft in a way youâve only ever heard from him one time in your entire relationship. âiâm sorry.â he pauses. âi really donât know how to do this,â he admits and you believe him. it feels different from when he told you something along those lines earlier, but you have a feeling that this is what he was trying to say all along.Â
âdo what?â you push, because your mind is making assumptions, but if heâs going to prove anything to you, he needs to start now.Â
âask for forgiveness?â he says, like heâs thinking out loud, âapologize? date someone?â you donât say anything. youâre looking for something more concrete than that. it takes a handful of uncomfortable seconds before he says, âactually care about someone.â
âand do you?â you ask.
his lips press into a thin line, his eyes shift from left to right again. you can feel him getting antsy with the conversation and heâs barely said one vulnerable thing. you look at him, eyes soft and pleading, silently begging him that if heâs grown from this, youâll let him back in, you swear, but youâve been hurt before and you know what youâre worth, so youâre going to need some sort of evidence as collateral. âyeah,â he mumbles, but itâs audible. âyou,â he says like it isnât obvious, and itâs quiet and daunted, but you really appreciate the effort.
âokay,â you say, and thatâs all you say.
âokay?â he questions, confused. âthatâs it?âÂ
âyup,â you say, but your small smile and the fact that youâre not slamming the door in his face again gives away a bit more than that.Â
âcan i⌠come in?â he asks, hesitant, like heâs still being tested.
you shake your head, hand gripped onto the edge of the door. âno,â you say, scrunching up your nose and furrowing your eyebrows. âbecause if you come in here, weâre going to have sex,â you admit, half because itâs the truth and half just to see the look on his face. (itâs worth it.)
âwait,â he says, placing his palm flat against your door, but not moving it. his hand is now inside of your apartment, the only part of his body thatâs made it past this invisible barrier of hallway and your place. âthat sounds like a great thing. why am i not allowed in?â
âbecause this is me having self-control,â you explain, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing the small portion of him thatâs crossed the division back into the hallway. when you feel his skin against your pinky, soft fabric of that familiar shirt underneath your palm, you almost make a fool of yourself right after you say the word self-control, but you remind yourself whatâs at stake here, what you really want.Â
âi came all the way out here to see you-,â he starts, but he doesnât make a move to replace his hand on your door, letting his arm fall back to his side. itâs for the better, too, because youâre not sure how much more self-control you have already, no matter how much you tell yourself about longevity and whatever.Â
âif you really care,â you interrupt him, using his few vulnerable words against him, âand you weren't just trying to sleep with me tonight,â you pause, letting those words sink in, âyou will go home and you will call me tomorrow morning and we will get breakfast- the least sexy meal of them all- and then maybe coffee if i enjoy hanging out with you outside of just having sex with you, and then we will go from there.â
âi-,â he starts to protest, but you cock your head. the truth is, if he said another word, reached out and touched your cheek or your hip or really anywhere on your body, if he kissed you, or just walked inside of your apartment and sat down on your couch, you wouldnât have stopped him. you might even have gotten breakfast with him anyways. he doesnât know that, you donât think, but even if he does, he doesnât act on it. he bows his head slightly, conceding, and says, âokay. i will just⌠talk to you⌠tomorrow⌠then.â
you nod. âgoodnight, toji,â you say, hand on the door, closing it as slowly as you opened it.Â
âuh, yea, night,â he says back. you wonât tell anyone, and neither will he, about the stupidest small smile you see on his lips as he leaves your apartment that night or the fact that he wakes up extra early the next morning, muttering under his breath about how ridiculous dating is before he calls you at 9:30 on the dot.
áŻáĄŁđŠ ɢá´á´á´ [ 3 á´Ąá´á´á´s ]
being away from ɢá´á´á´ feels like detoxing. not from like hard drugs or alcohol, but⌠coffee.Â
like you know itâs not necessarily good for you, drinking it every day, but itâs a habit youâve had for a while now and you just canât seem to break it. itâs not really hurting anything in your day-to-day and youâve been doing it for so long that itâs probably fine to just keep doing it.
but out of nowhere it hits you that maybe drinking coffee as much as you do is a waste of money and even if you donât feel the negative effects constantly in your daily routine, you remind yourself of the times where you could distinctly feel the thump of your heart and the unsteady of your hands. you recall the time that you stayed up all night for the promise of a cup of coffee to get you through the day. in every memory that youâve ever had in your entire college career, youâre holding a cup of coffee.
so one day you make the choice to stop. you stop buying coffee from coffee shops and pods for your coffee maker and cups from diners and accepting free ones from friends. you donât really need a good cup of coffee as badly as you think you do. and itâs stupid, you think, because itâs just coffee. it doesnât mean anything. just because youâve been drinking it consistently for quite awhile doesnât mean it has any sort of hold over you. itâs just coffee.Â
but then the headaches come and the irritation sets in and nights are hard, but for some reason mornings are unbearable, and you feel antsy all the time and you havenât left your room in the past three days and the only thing you want is a cup of fucking coffee and you canât relapse with coffee; itâs fucking coffee.Â
yeah, being away from gojo feels a lot like detoxing from coffee.Â
you try to just not see him. itâll be easier for you if you just donât see him, you tell yourself. you go out of your way to avoid his walking path on campus and you refuse to leave your dorm when you donât absolutely need to in fear of bumping into him or worse, just seeing him from afar, and god forbid you even come within three streets of the corner where his apartment resides. you block his number and you delete social media off of your phone for the time being, too many mutual friends to make casualties, and you do not let yourself think about him. not falling asleep, not when you wake up, not while youâre doing homework, not in your dreams or in the shower, not when something reminds you of him, not when you see his favorite show on your recently watched, not when you really need a good cup of coffee.Â
and it works for a while.
but not forever.
three weeks into your detox and youâre doing such a good job at not thinking about gojo that you mix up his monday schedule with his tuesday schedule and on your way back to your dorm, you see him. if you keep walking at the same pace that youâre walking, you will collide with him. if neither of you do anything, one of you will get hurt.Â
you look down at your phone, hoping, in the forefront of your mind, that he didnât see it was you. (in the back of your mind, youâre hoping that heâs the one to break the longest bout of silence the two of you have had since you met.) when you sneak a glance, heâs already almost reached you, jogging to catch up with you. âhey,â he calls out, just in case you havenât seen him.
âhi,â you say, stopping in place and letting him approach you.
âiâve been trying to get ahold of you,â he offers, like you wouldnât have known that.
âoh, sorry, havenât been on my phone,â you lie. he knows that youâre lying. he can tell that youâre lying, so you donât really know why you lie in the first place. maybe to prove a point. maybe to make him feel bad.
âlook, aboutâŚ,â he trails off, trying to remember how long heâs been without you, âabout that⌠dayâŚ,â he opts for instead.Â
you put your hand up, waving the topic off. you mean to say something like, donât worry about it, see you later, but it comes out like, âwe donât have to talk about that here.â here. fucking here. if you wouldâve left those four letters out, it wouldâve been a perfect line to walk away with, but you donât. your stupid coffee-craving brain tacks it on, hopeful.Â
âright,â he says, nodding, âshould we get coffee maybe, then, or?â
itâs not out of the ordinary, or it didnât used to be, but now it feels taboo. you want to snap and ask him if heâs sure, because coffee sounds a bit too much like a date for people that arenât together, but you realize very quickly that the irritation from your coffee detox is maybe a little bit too much to hold in without any closure. âsure,â you agree, âi just got done with class so we cou-.â
âi know,â he says, because three weeks hasnât erased your schedule from his brain either.Â
you order an iced tea. youâre still convinced youâre done with coffee for good. he looks surprised at your choice, like heâs never seen you order an iced tea before, because he hasnât, but he doesnât say anything. you sip on it throughout unpleasant pleasantries and itâs refreshing, but itâs lacking something. in fact, the longer that you drink this stupid drink that has caffeine anyways and isnât as good, the irritation bubbles higher and higher until- âcan i start?â you ask, tapping your fingers against the table in rhythmic succession.Â
âyeah, sure,â he says, bringing his coffee to his lips and taking a sip.
âif at any point in this conversation your answer to anything i have to say is that we werenât together, i donât think we should have this conversation,â you reason, and you mean it, but his reaction takes you aback. you notice the smallest flinch when you say werenât.
âi wasnât-,â he shakes his head, sighing, âno, i wasnât going to say that.â
âokay,â you say, dragging your fingertips along the condensation on the side of your glass. âthen what were you going to say?â
he thinks for a minute, like he didnât assume that heâd get this far when he brought up the idea of coffee. âi wanted to stop you from leaving,â he says.
âbut you didnât,â you rebuttal.
âi didnât,â he affirms. itâs quiet again. you can hear the scrape of the cups against the table as theyâre picked up, drank from, and put back down. the chatter in the coffee shop drones over the sounds of hesitance and nerves. âiâm sorry,â he says after a while.
âso, do you think we were together?â you ask, âand be honest. iâll know if you lie.â you search his face as he answers, and the only thing that comes up is another flinch when you talk in past tense again.
âyeah,â he says, honest. âbeing apart from you these past three weeks has been one of the shittiest things iâve ever been through.â
âever?â you ask, quirking your eyebrow, as if it isnât somewhat true for you too.Â
he nods in response, continuing, âitâs been hard.â he pauses. âiâm sorry i was so shitty.â
âpretty shitty, yeah,â you agree, but you canât hide how nice it feels to just talk with him again, to call him shitty and to sit across from him at a coffee shop table. âiâm sorry i ghosted you these past few weeks,â because it deserves to be said too.Â
âi really missed you,â he says, and he doesnât hide from it. he looks you directly in your eyes and you can tell that he wants to reach across the table and hold your hand. you want that too.Â
âme or just, like, sleeping with me?â you ask, somewhat terrified of the answer, scanning his face for the truth once again.Â
he laughs softly and, try as you might, you canât stop the fluttering in your stomach or the warmth in your cheeks hearing that for the first time in too long. âplease, i havenât thought about sleeping with you once,â he jokes.
âoh, no? not at all?â you ask, scoffing lightly, a tiny smirk threatening to break.
he forces a thoughtful frown, shakes his head dramatically and says, âcanât say that i have.â youâre laughing now, but through smile-squinted eyes you can still tell that heâs actually being genuine. ânot really,â he says.Â
âso just me then?â you ask to make sure.
âjust you,â he affirms. âa lot of just you.â you hum, content with his answer, but he gives you even more than thought he ever could, âi donât want to just go back to the way things were. i donât think thatâs enough for me anymore.â
even though youâre sure a response like this wouldâve sent waves of shock through your entire body, it doesnât. it just feels right. you reply quickly, âgood. i donât think itâs enough for me either.â you reach across the table. the back of your hand brushes against his, and then past it. you wrap your fingers around the handle of his coffee cup and bring it to your lips.Â
he doesnât protest or snatch it away from you or make a snarky comment. he places his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow against the surface of the table, and smiles at you. you take a sip from his mug, warmth spreading through every bit of your body.Â
why would you deprive yourself of coffee when it brings you so much comfort?
áŻáĄŁđŠ Ęá´É´á´s! Ęɪɢá´Ęá´á´á´ [ É´/á´ ]
youâre not exactly sure how many times something has to happen before it becomes a theme.Â
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âdo you -huff- want to -huff- have kids someday?â higuruma asks from beneath you, palms resting on the tops of your knees, thumbs massaging up to the insides of your thighs.Â
you slow your bounces and then you stop them completely. you blink at him once and then twice. âthat is a really wild thing to ask while youâre inside of someone,â you scoff, searching his face for any kind of tone indicator. is he being serious? is he just saying something to get a rise out of you? is this a kink thing?
he smirks, placing his hands on your hips, coaxing you to continue your movements, and you do. you lift yourself off of him, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as you chase the feeling you lost when he asked the question. youâre breathless when he asks again, the repeated question no longer stilling you. the second time around it feels almost normal. âdo you?â he asks on his exhale.
you shake your head and then tilt it side to side, closing your eyes so all of the conflicting fast paced movements donât dizzy you. âi- donât- know-,â you huff, âmaybe- conversation- for- a- different- setting.â each word is punctuated by the slap of your thighs against his hips. he nods, completely okay with that answer, and then just drops it.
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âshit,â you say in realization, hips circling, fingers combing through his hair. you pull your head away from his shoulder, pushing yourself up to look him in the eyes. âwait, how did your meeting go today?â you ask, and this time neither of you miss a beat.Â
when he slows to think about it, you pick up his slack, rolling your hips, feeling the drag of him inside of you, a breathy moan floating up your chest. he answers over your noises, âreally good actually.â
âeverything as planned?â you ask further, genuinely just as invested in this as you are in the act.Â
he nods, smiling. âyeah, to a t,â he says, wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you against his chest. he kisses the side of your temple, holding you in place with a tight grip as he lifts his hips off of the bed, thrusting into you. âsurprised you didnât ask as soon as i came through the door.â
you shake your head against his shoulder, placing a soft kiss against his collarbone. âwas thinking about it all day,â you explain. he fucks into you faster in response and it feels like a reward for caring about the things that are important to him. âbut when- shit- when you got homeâŚ,â you grunt, âit completely- ah, fuck- completely slipped my- ah- mind, s-sorry.â
âts alright, pretty.â he nudges his nose against your cheek, peeling your attention to his face. your cheek rests against his shoulder and you blink at him, focus dipping from the topic at hand as you feel that familiar tightening in your core. he can see it written all over your face, so he drops his head to kiss you, silently communicating that you donât have to worry about finishing the conversation right now. heâll bring it up again in a bit.
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âshould we get married?â he asks, back up against the headboard, looking you directly in your eyes, gaze following yours as you rise and fall.Â
âyou are not proposing to me while iâm riding you,â you say, shaking your head, but you donât still or slow. conversations like this in a setting like this just donât phase you anymore. honestly, it wouldnât surprise you if he did propose right now. youâre not even sure youâd say no.
the corner of his lip tugs upward and he exhales a laugh as he leans forward the smallest bit to kiss you. âiâm not, iâm not,â he assures, âwhy? would you say no?âÂ
youâre quiet for a minute, not because you donât know the answer, but to keep him on his toes. you wonât lie to him, you donât think, but you donât want to come right out and say it. his questions are rhetorical anyways, half-jokes that heâs not expecting serious answers to; youâve known higuruma well enough and long enough to be confident of that. you couldâve replied with an eye roll and a scoff and nothing else and he wouldâve dropped it. instead, however, you answer, âcourse not. iâd say yes in a second.â
he nearly comes inside of you right there.
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maybe it becomes a theme when someone points it out.Â
you canât tell if itâs intentional or not, the way that the two of you keep having these serious conversations during sex. you know that you donât do it on purpose; things will just hit you during the repetitive motions and you worry youâll forget them and you know that higuruma wonât judge you for just saying them, so you do. whether this is the case for him, youâre not sure.Â
but the interruptions just keep getting more casual. it starts with big conversations: weddings and promotions and thoughtful decisions, and then itâs like you just start remembering things in this position: work drama and mundane did you knows. itâs almost as if starting with big topics just made it seem so easy to talk about anything like this.Â
it didnât help, you think, that itâs just always easy to talk about anything with higuruma. you guys have been together, officially together, for over four years now, and conversation, no matter the topic or severity or setting, is something youâve never struggled with. you continue to not struggle with it, inside of the bedroom and out.Â
youâre not sure what about the position and the moment makes you so susceptible to remembering little things that you want to tell higuruma when heâs not around, and vice versa. in fact, youâre not even convinced that itâs something about the action that jogs your memory anyway, itâs probably just a really weird and common coincidence.
and then one night you canât find your keys.Â
youâve searched everywhere for them, in your car, in your bag, every nook of your room, the places where they normally are, higurumaâs coat pocket just in case, and then everywhere else in your guysâ apartment. theyâre nowhere to be seen.Â
when higuruma walks through the front door, even from where youâre searching in the kitchen, you hear him let out an elongated, âwoah.â
you pop your head into the doorway, âdonât say anything about the mess.â you can see his eyes resting on the overturned couch cushions and then on the various opened drawers. âhey,â you warn, pointing towards him as you walk quickly into the living room. you throw your arms around him tightly and give him a small greeting peck. itâs routine at this point; if you donât do it your whole night feels off. âi said donât say anything.â
he lets you hang off of his neck as he puts both hands up in surrender. âi didnât say shit,â he says, pressing a kiss into the side of your neck, then moving his hands to your waist, âthe fuck happened here though?â he laughs against your skin and you can feel the vibrations travel to your fingers and toes.Â
you pull away from him, shaking your head. now that youâre back in the living room, itâs like you have to start this roomâs search over too. you start checking under the couch and in the hall closet. âlost my fucking keys,â you grumble, smoothing your palms over your face, âi swear iâve looked everywhere. i just canât remember where i left them when i got home.â
âdid you check th-,â he asks, walking into the kitchen, grateful that youâre not in there with him or he knows youâd yell at him for the way his eyes go wide at the clutter and chaos everywhere.Â
you cut him off, âwherever youâre about to say, probably yes, ughhh. iâve retraced my steps, iâve looked in places that are fucking stupid to look in like every pair of shoes we own and in the fucking guest bedroom pillowcases. iâve looked everywhere.â
from where heâs stood in the kitchen now, he can see you scrambling as you vent. he leans against the wall, âwell, not everywhere or you wouldâve found it by now.â
âiâll kill you,â you say, eyes snapping up to meet his to show how serious you are.
he just laughs, âiâve got a pretty good lawyer, you might not want to do that.â
âgood legal canât help you when youâre dead,â you snap, almost completely joking. he meets you back in the living room, helping you check all the places youâve already checked.Â
15 minutes pass and then 35 and then he stops abruptly. âoh my god, i have an idea,â he says, and you look at him, hopeful. âyou know when you usually remember things?âÂ
your first reaction is joking annoyance, picking up a throw pillow and sending it his way. he catches it and sets it back down on the couch. âiâm serious!â he yell-laughs.Â
you throw another pillow at him as your second reaction sets in. âthatâs not going to fucking work,â you say.
âhow do you know?â he asks.
âbecause,â you say, trying to come up with a good answer other than just blind doubt, âbecause i donât remember things while iâm riding you. itâs not a fucking superpower.â
âyou donât know that,â he jokes back and braces to be hit with another pillow. âokay, okay, but iâm being serious! besides, whatâs the worst thing that can happen? you donât remember and weâve had sex, how horrible,â he reasons.
you let your arms fall, pillow in your hands resting against the tops of your thighs. you look at him, thinking, which, in hindsight, was a dumb thing to do, because higuruma can see the contemplation on your face.Â
eight minutes later and heâs inside of you and youâre the most embarrassed youâve ever been.
âthis is so stupid,â you mumble. you havenât moved an inch after slowly lowering yourself onto him. youâre fully seated against his hips, hands smoothing over your face and then lingering there, covering.Â
he reaches up, fingers soft and kind as he wraps them around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. âts not stupid,â he reassures, but youâre not convinced. you groan, turning to look away from him, but that just wonât do. he reaches up again, soft grip on your chin coaxing your gaze back to his. âhey,â he says softly, âjust focus here, angel.â
you listen, somewhat, mind still flickering back to why youâre even riding him in the first place. âjust enjoy yourself, okay,â he tries again, rolling his hips upwards, pressing himself inside of you as deep as he can. you close your eyes, and itâs quite easy to just focus on the feeling of being as full as you are right now. âgood,â he whispers, âjust like that.â
it doesnât take long for you to lose yourself completely, moving on your own, letting the whimpers and whines take over any other thought you might think to say, chasing that feeling rather than worrying about whatever youâve lost.Â
it all kinda clicks at once: where your keys are and why you always remember shit when youâre like this.
in the midst of everyday noise, so many things get lost: important and unimportant thoughts alike. but now youâre not worried about anything else. you donât care about anything else right now. you donât have to. you donât want to. and in this state of letting everything go, mindless and blissful, some things slip back through the cracks.
you collapse onto higurumaâs chest, spent and happily aware of this new revelation that you have not, for once, shared in the middle of sex, but kept quiet as a come down surprise. you hum softly as he rubs up and down your back, hum again as he presses a kiss into your forehead. âm sorry it didnât work, angel,â he murmurs.Â
you turn your head, ear pressed right against his heart as you gaze up at him. âi left them in the fridge,â you reveal, and he knits his eyebrows together.Â
you assume that heâs going to say something about how did you leave them in the fridge? or why are they there? but instead he questions, âwhat? and you didnât tell me until now?â like youâve harbored a life long secret. you laugh softly, snaking your hands up and scratching your nails against his scalp, playing with the ends of his hair. âdonât think this is going to get you out of it,â he says, ââts my favorite thing when you just blurt shit while youâre on me.â
you can feel the warmth in your cheeks and your chest as you breathe a laugh. âyouâve never told me that before,â you murmur.Â
âthink itâs cute when you just canât wait to tell me things,â he says, âfeels more intimate than being inside of you.â
âew,â you say, scrunching up your nose, even though you weirdly agree.Â
he just laughs in response. a few seconds of quiet comfort pass before he backtracks, âwait, why the fuck are your keys in the fridge?âÂ
and you tell him all about it, about the day that youâve had and how you remembered you hadnât drank enough water so you were refilling your bottle from the pitcher in the fridge as soon as you got home from work, but your hands were full so you set your keys on top of the leftovers from yesterday, but then you had to go and set everything down and the fridge closed and by the time you left the kitchen you remembered you needed to do something else⌠and it just keeps going.
you tell him as youâre taking a shower and as youâre eating dinner together and as heâs brushing his teeth and youâre washing your face and laying in bed and setting your alarms. every room in the house is a mess, but youâll deal with that later, you decide. you rest your chin on his shoulder. âand how was your day?â you ask, even though the clock reads much later than it should for how much sleep you both should get before youâre up early for work tomorrow.Â
nevermind that, he decides, and tells you all about it anyways.
áŻáĄŁđŠ Ęá´É´á´s! É´á´É´á´á´ÉŞ [ É´/á´ ]
âcan i ask you something and when i ask you, youâll know i donât mean anything bad by it at all because i love you more than everything in the world?â you ask, putting down your phone only after youâve finished your sentence.Â
you wait a few seconds for nanami to take in what youâve asked. he reaches over to the night stand for his bookmark and sticks it between the pages. he shuts it with an audible shuffling of paper and a sharp thump.Â
nanami has been with you long enough to not typically be surprised by your out of the blue⌠questions. (dronings? is there a word like droning but the connotation is more positive? like you talk at him a lot and he loves to hear the ramblings in your brain, but sometimes he is just trying to read his book before bed. whatever that word is.)
he places the book on his lap and then turns his chest towards you completely. you now have his full attention. âis that a yes?â you ask.Â
he inhales deeply, âif i say no, will you still ask it?â
you think on the answer to that question, really mulling it over before shaking your head. âno, i donât think so.â
âthen yes,â he smirks, âi suppose i have to say yes then.â
âgreat,â you say, tossing your phone onto your bedside table with a clunk. you sit up straighter, rocking forward to fully adjust your position on your side of the bed. you put your hand on his thigh and cross your legs, letting your knee rest on the side of his comforter covered hip. âdo you ever regret not dating more?â
it definitely takes him by surprise. he thought you might drop another weirdly specific hypothetical about would he love you if⌠or request a glass of water even though you already told him tonight when he was getting into bed and he asked if you wanted one, that you did not.Â
now heâs the one mulling over your question and despite how nerve wracking it could be to wait for an answer to a what if that involves not you, youâre not anxious in the slightest. youâre quiet, just waiting for his answer, and when he finally speaks, you know exactly why you werenât scared in the first place, âiâve honestly never thought about it since i met you.â
âreally?â you ask, and youâre mostly feeling very lucky that nanami is yours and you are his, but there is an underlying feeling of guilt that heâs unintentionally caused with this statement.Â
he nods. âsounds like you have though,â he says, and itâs not even a little bit judgmental. it sounds like heâs imploring you to keep talking, like he wants to hear exactly what youâre thinking, why you brought it up in the first place.
âi wouldnât trade this security, this love, exactly what we have, you for anything in the world,â you start to explain, and itâs nothing but the truth, âbut sometimes i just think about that first night when we were in that bar. the flirting, the risks, that feeling of not knowing where the night is going to end up. sometimes i think about that a little bit.â
he hums, thinking about that night, and after a few seconds of silence, he speaks up again, âfirst date nerves,â he nods, ânow that i think about it, i miss those.â
you cock your head at him. thatâs a weird part of dating to miss, you think, but then he explains further, âlike when we went out on our first date and i didnât know what you were going to wear or if you liked the restaurant i picked or if youâd let me pay for your food.â
âor if iâd take you back to mine,â you joke, raising your eyebrows at him, but really youâre burning inside. your cheeks feel warm just hearing about these feelings heâs never mentioned to you before.Â
âyeah, that too,â he laughs, getting back on track, âlike, iâm still finding out new things about you all the time, but back then i was discovering who you were every second we were together, and that- that felt likeâŚâ
âlike finding out soulmates were real?â you ask, because thatâs what it felt like to you, that same exact phenomenon heâs describing. he smiles at you warmly, like youâve just put to words what he felt he could only experience. âi know what you mean,â you smile.Â
he leans forward, cupping your cheek with his hand and guiding you towards him. he kisses you softly, placing his other hand on your other cheek and kissing you harder. âshould we go on a first date again?â he asks against your lips, barely pulling away to speak.Â
you laugh, but when you pull away, you can tell heâs not joking. âwhat?â you ask, âwhat do you mean?â youâre already blushing though, already feeling the exact first date nerves he was just talking about.Â
âletâs go on a first date,â he repeats himself. âiâll pick you up at your front door and iâll choose the restaurant and itâll be a surprise and iâll ask you questions that iâd ask you on a first date even if i know the answers to all of them and more at this point.â
youâre smiling so big that your cheeks are sore as you nod fervently at the concept. âokay, yeah,â you agree.Â
âright, so we probably shouldnât kiss or make out or sleep with each other until then to really play into the whole thing?â he teases, and you roll your eyes in response.Â
âyouâre very funny, kento,â you say, leaning in, brushing your nose against his. he doesnât even last a second, closing the gap with a small peck and then another and then another and then a much longer one and then heâs putting the book on his nightstand so he can pull you into his lap.Â
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you get a text 5 minutes before 7 that nanami is going to be 3 minutes late picking you up. the text looks a little weird underneath a thread of:
>> nami <3 >> howâs work baby
<< read << if you love me youâll come and pull the fire alarm to get me out of here early :) :) :)
>> nami <3 >> fine but thatâs a class four felony in some cases. will you be providing legal assistance or should i look elsewhere????
<< read << how do u know that?? nerd!!!
>> nami <3 >> google tbh.Â
<< read << wow. first i have to stay at work all day alone and sad and now i get to know my bf isnât sexy and off the dome smart about everything. :(
>> nami <3 >> goodbye.
<< read << :(
>> nami <3 >> i love you
<< read << :)
you bite back the urge to reply with something youâd say to him after knowing him for years. rereading the text and thinking back to your first date, it makes you giggle. actually, it makes you kinda nervous. you text back a polite no worries! take your time! and he replies with a heart and you truly feel like youâre dating for the first time again. you feel honest to god giddy.Â
arriving to the restaurant, you are genuinely surprised. you thought after knowing him as long as you have and having gone to as many restaurants with him as you have, youâd go back to somewhere nice youâve already been. but that isnât the case.Â
he drives you to a pop-up restaurant 20 minutes out of town that youâve never even heard of, but is the cutest place youâve ever been, and the entire time he canât stop sneaking respectful glances at you. he wonât stop telling you how nice you look. he even apologizes for it by the sixth time, pushing your chair in at the restaurant saying, âi know i keep mentioning it, and iâm sorry, but if i said it every time i thought it, itâd be a never ending string.â
if he keeps this up, youâre going to feel like youâre cheating. this seriously feels like a first date, like youâve been in a relationship for over 5 years and youâre also going on a first date and itâs really messing with your head, but you never want it to stop.Â
he stays true to his word, asking you questions he already knows the answers to, but hearing them again, they sound brand new. he doesnât know if heâs just forgotten some of them or if the testaments of time have weathered your answers just enough to sound unfamiliar, but either way, heâs hanging on to every word.Â
by the end of the night, youâve truly convinced yourself that there are stakes to this date, like if you play your cards wrong, you wonât get to keep seeing this incredible guy. he pays the whole bill, even though you insist on getting your meal or at the very least dessert. he says, âyou can try next time too.â and you canât breathe, you feel so lucky.Â
âiâm sorry if this seems forward, but iâd really like to keep seeing you tonight,â you say as the waiter takes away the paid bill, and your heart is thumping so violently against your chest, you swear he can feel it too.Â
he shakes his head, âperfectly forward,â he smiles, âyour place or mine?â you break character for the first time tonight, giggling at the reality of the question, hiding behind your hand as you do. âwhatâs so funny?â he asks, but heâs grinning just as big as you are.Â
âjust thinking about how dreary my life would be if i hadnât gone on this first date,â you say, and itâs a little too meta, but heâll let it slide, because heâs a bit flustered at the sentiment. âmine is great,â you answer, placing your hand on his, rubbing the tips of your fingers against his knuckles.Â
everything about the rest of the night feels like a first too. it feels like your first kiss in front of your front door. it feels like heâs seeing âyourâ apartment for the first time. it feels like youâre making out on your couch for the first time.Â
it feels like the first time heâs ever been inside of you.Â
when he pushes deeper into you, eyes on yours shut tight, you tell yourself that you want to pretend youâre on a first date every single day of your life. you canât stop whimpering, pleading for him to never stop fucking you ever, please donât stop, please never fucking stop.Â
you break character for the second time when youâre right on the edge. he keeps looking down at you with so much love in his eyes and his hands all over you feel like they know every inch of you, and you canât stop yourself. you grab his face in your hands, âkento, baby, please, âm gonna- âm sorry, i- fuck, please. i love you, fuck,â you whine, and he canât stop himself either, hips stuttering, head falling against your shoulder as he feels you clenching around him as he empties himself inside of you, murmuring how much he loves you right back.Â
the way youâve been feeling all night: blissful and coy, itâs not because itâs a first date, itâs because heâs nanami. itâs because heâs orchestrated the entire night and no matter how ânewâ everything feels, the underlying foundation of that newness, and the reason everything feels so good, is familiarity and safety.Â
âiâm sorry that i-,â you breathe, but he stops you, reaching his hand up to drag his fingertips against your lips, and you laugh, pressing a soft kiss into them. âokay, okay,â you say, and he places his hand back down by his side. âdone with the first date stuff, just want to be yours again,â you murmur.Â
he scoffs, light, and you can hear his smile in it. he falls over onto his back, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head. ânever werenât,â he mumbles against your hair. âalways will be,â he mumbles again, holding you tighter.Â
âgood,â you say back, settling into his arms like thatâs the only thing you know to be true in the entire world. you wouldnât trade that truth for a million first dates.Â
sure, holding your breath at quick witted flirts and stolen glances is nice, but itâs a lot nicer just knowing that you will never be loved better and you will never love harder.Â
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⥠no bc the yelling really worked very well idk yell at me more to write a continuation for toji (maybe also gojo bc hes the only one i havent written even an inkling of smut for) idk i'm just thinking of so many scenes idk throw hcs at me in my inbox IDK! toji dating for the first time? got me fucked UP
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Gloryhole Janitor
Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem receiving), cumplay, pussy cleaning, humiliation
A/n: I have no notes. This is disgusting and nasty and I have zero shame.
Ok ok, got a crazy idea. Imagine Higuruma being the cleaner of a gloryhole joint.
Like his whole job is to clean the pussies after they've been used. There's a protocol in place, flush with warm water, use a pussy-safe probiotic cleanser solution, then purge the hole wearing gloves to ensure it's nice and clean for the next cock.
He never deviates from the cleaning protocol but sometimes, because he just loves pussy and being a little humiliated, he cleans the pussy with his tongue first, enjoying the taste of another man's cum from the delicious cunts available in the establishment.
The ladies don't mind and giggle, saying degrading things to him through the wall because they know how much it gets him off, taunting that he'd be a perfect cuck, that he loves to lick cum like a slut. He loves the humiliation and the salty taste of combined fluids before he gets his latex gloves on to finish the rest of the cleaning process.
At the end of the night, he uses his employee benefits which allows him one free fuck per day and chooses a cunt for himself, burying himself balls deep into it as he remembers the different flavors of cum he'd licked from it on that day.
Then he licks it clean of his own cum, giving a playful smack on the ass before bidding goodnight to all the gloryhole workers.
Š nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating
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By the Gods: Greek Gods inspired AU Masterlist
My Oracle - Apollo!Gojo x Oracle!Reader
The Wife - Zeus!Nanami x Farmer Wife!Reader
The Water is Fine - Poseidon!Higuruma x Water Nympth!Reader
Dearly Departed - Hades!Geto x Princess!Reader
Spoils of War - Ares!Sukuna x Captive!Reader
Red Handed - Hermes!Choso x Theif!Reader
Life of the Party - Dionysus!Toji x Student!Reader
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jujutsu kaisen w HIGURUMA HIROMI format. headcanons + scenarios warnings. fluff + nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. oral(reader receiving). fingering. pretty tame and domestic stuff. summary. unorganised thoughts ab higuruma.
authorâs note. this is literally just me yapping ab all the possibilities w higuruma cs i love the man and iâll probably reblog this w a continuation of my thoughts + non-sorcerer au so heâs just an overworked lawyer here
PART 1
Similar to nanami kento, heâs a busy man, perhaps even busier since heâs a lawyer. Being at the office most of his time made him a stranger to the mundane pleasures of datingâespecially so when you suddenly barged into his life.
A stranger as he is, he tries his best. Sending delivery flowers to your own workplace when he finds himself staring at his phone, waiting for a lightbulb to go off in his head to find an idea on what to do or say to you after hours of no contact.
He wanted to talk you, he truly did, but he didnât what to talk about exactly. He was the best at the finding the big words to get his point across when presenting something to the judge in court, and yet here he was, as speechless as ever with you.
If it wasnât flowers, then itâd be a short voice message that he begrudgingly made when he finally had the words to say to you at the busiest of moments he was in. As deep and dismissive his voice may be, his words expressed enough when you heard him say your name. In fact, you would always notice how he keeps calling your name in the audios he sends you, like if he was yearning for you and lazily keeping it under wraps. He was too unbothered to truly hide his affections for you, admitting to whatever accusation you made on him.
You thought he was down bad? He wonât deny it. You called him out for his lack of subtlety of being infatuated with you jokingly? Heâd say yes to it immediately without realising you were just teasing.
He picks you up from work whenever he could but most of the days heâd come home later than you do so youâd have to go home on your own. Though when he gets home late at night to you, heâd take off his suit jacket and have his sleeves rolled up, ready to curl you up in his arms and drag you to bed with him.
Heâd have one arm firm around your waist, his hand hold your side once he has you on top of him on your shared bed. His cologne would wash over your nostrils, making you playfully complain why and how he still smelled so good after so long at work. Itâd make him scoff, his eyes closed and the corner of his lips curled to a smirk.
Once he has you in his arms itâd be hard for you drag him out of it. You knew for a fact he was baiting you with his closed eyes, ignoring all you excuses and pleas to get out of bed and shower, maybe even have dinner you kept for him. Higuruma would ignore them all, waiting for you say the magic wordsâiâll bathe with you.
Only then would he finally release you from his grasp, loosening that arm he had around you, patting your hip as he got up from the bed with you.
With a tug on his tie, heâd take slow steps into the bathroom, watching you walk into it first and the lights open. Heâd tilt his head to the side slightly, a faint smile of amusement making itâs way to his face at the sight of you failing to hide that hint of excitement as you got the faucet on your bathtub running, your movements quick and rigid despite your best efforts to act natural.
PART 2
The silent process of helping him undress was awfully suffocating, the tension and stolen glances with only the sound of water running in the background making you hold your breath against your will. Your hands up against his chest untying the now loose tie around his neck made your body heat up, the soft yet short breaths leaving your lips not going unnoticed by either of you. Looking up at him was impossible but also so fucking irresistible. Youâd flicker your eyes up at him only to find out he was already looking you, the sight of his own gaze fixated on you alone made your thighs rub against one another, the slick of your arousal beginning to coat your panties.
You finished untying his tie and took steps back, checking up on the bathtub that was now near full of water. While you went to close the faucet filling up the bathtub, higuruma would start unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and carelessly letting it fall to the floor. Heâd innocently tease you by making the sounds of the metal on his belt louder than it should be, purposely making you hyperaware that he was stripping.
Finally, heâs naked and bare in the bathtub with you. Heâd have his head thrown back against the curved rim of the tub behind him, letting out an exasperated sigh that he knew would catch your attention. When your head finally turns to him and your pretty voice utters his name, he lift his head off the cold rim of the tub, leaning forward to you and slithering his arm around of stomach under the water. Heâd give you a short hum, his voice hoarse yet still curious.
While you went on talking about your day at work all that heâd be thinking about if how perfectly your soft body fits against his hard one, like a puzzle piece heâd been missing for the entire day, and the years he lived before you. Heâd have his thumb gently rubbing the side of your rib, nuzzling his chin onto the top of your head and letting you feel the reverberations of his gravelly voice through his neck that he had so close to the back of your head, his adamâs apple bobbing and all whenever he acknowledged you.
Higuruma would have his hands wandering as you speak, you words progressively being reduced to incoherent mumbles when you felt his fingers moving down your tummy, fingers rubbing circles on your pelvis before slipping lower to the fold between your thigh and your hips. His calloused fingers would be cupping your heat under the water in no time, his eyes following his hands and looking down at you with soft hums to keep you thinking he was still paying attentions to your mutters. Higurumaâd point out how your voice was getting quieter and quieter with each second that passed, exhaling a brief chuckle when you retorted him in return, blaming him for distracting you.
Youâd have your legs spread further in the water, your thighs pressing up against his to give him access to your cunt, shivering when he scissored your folds, his middle finger making slow strokes up against your slit. Higuruma would have the length of his middle finger ground up against your slit while he teased you, revelling at the sight of you squirming in the water between his legs. Fuck, he was tired, heâll admit. But what would be better rest than the sleep heâd get after fucking you, after making you feel good.
PART 3
Sundays. A day that was supposed to be his day off was spent by being in his office completing paperwork and sorting documents from last night. Being the menace you were, you bothered him. Coming in and out his office, whining and complaining about how he should spend some time with you on his day off.
After hours of convincing, he gave in. Higuruma thought that maybe if he gave you what you wanted so bad, youâd be sated and leave him alone for a while. But oh fuck, he was so wrong.
Itâs been God knows how many minutes know and he still had his face buried between your legs, your skirt hiked up to your hips and your body sprawled on his desk. He had your legs hung on his shoulders, your heels burying into his back whenever his hooked nose ground against you clit, your hips rolling forward to seek more friction from him however you could.
His desk was a mess now, your hands flinging and pushing some stacks of his well-organised files off the table unintentionally. You muttered some apologies but he shut you up with deliberate strokes of his tongue up for entrance, lapping up your juices shamelessly. His eyes remained as stern before, though they were more fixated on the view of your body that he saw from his perspective. He loved it, the sight of you with your back arched and writhing for him, your hands gripping onto whatever you could of the table to use as an outlet for the onslaught pleasure he was giving you.
Higuruma would have you cum on his tongue once and continue on his assault on your sopping wet cunt with his tongue all up until he made you reach the brink of another orgasm only to pull away, sitting upright in his chair and licking your juices that he had smeared on his lips, using the back of his hand to wipe your cum dripping down his chin. Heâd leave you panting and aching for more, mewls and pleas leaving your lips to let you cum just one more time though you knew he wouldnâtâheâd break your pretty mind instead.
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Miyahchanâs Kinktober 2024
Welcome to my first official Kinktober post! I figured this would be the best way to come back to my page after such a long hiatus. I posted a poll and since the majority of you voted for JJK, I decided to center my Kinktober posts around the JJK characters. The theme is supernatural / supernatural creatures.
Each week, I will be posting two fics (Wednesdays and Fridays). The final fic will be posted on Halloween!
Any support for this series is always greatly appreciated!
đ¨ Warning: Of course, beware of NSFW content and possible spoilers for the anime / manga, although the majority of the fics will be AU! đ¨
:: WEEK ONE ::
â October 2nd - Ghost!Gojo x Reader (Posted!)
After the death of your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, you can still feel his lingering touch.
â October 4th - Werewolf!Choso x Reader (Posted!)
Choso had always been possessive of you, but the full moon brings out a different side of him.
:: WEEK TWO ::
â October 9th - Grim Reaper!Higuruma x Reader (Posted!)
After a close call with death, the Grim Reaper himself canât seem to let you go.
â October 11th - Demon!Sukuna x Reader (Posted!)
Using the ouija board with your friends seemed like a harmless idea until a tall, tattooed figure appeared at the end of your bed.
:: WEEK THREE ::
â October 16th - Vampire!Geto x Reader (Posted!)
As the ultimate sacrifice, you offer yourself fully to the bloodthirsty cult leader, Geto Suguru.
â October 18th - Guardian Angel!Yuta x Reader (Coming Soon!)
After being saved numerous times by the strange boy named Yuta, itâs your turn to return the favor.
:: WEEK FOUR ::
â October 23rd - Incubus!Inumaki x Reader (Coming Soon!)
Even with his cursed speech, Inumaki couldnât imagine the effect that his words truly had on you.
â October 25th (my birthdayyyy) - Demon Hunter!Nanami x Reader (Coming Soon!)
Your demon hunter boss, Nanami Kento, is stressed from his job, and youâre the perfect stress reliever.
:: HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ::
â October 31st - Frat Boy!Gojo x Reader x Frat Boy!Geto (Coming Soon!)
At a college Halloween party, you run into the two notorious frat boys, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru and they get you alone in an empty bedroom.
Thanks for reading and supporting my page! <3
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Academic Rival Higuruma ( part 2)
Higuruma Hiromi x Black plus size reader
( part 1) ( part 3)
Warnings: male masterbation, enemies to lovers, one-bed trope, nipple sucking, pussy eating, fingering, missionary
When Higuruma got home that evening, he couldnât get the image of you out of his mind. The way your body had brushed against his in that classroom, how confident and smug you were, it was driving him crazy. His fists clenched as he stood in his living room, still replaying the teasing words you whispered in his ear. He wanted to stay composed, to maintain his calm, intellectual exterior, but something about you was undoing all of that.
With a frustrated groan, he headed straight to the bathroom, ripping his tie off as he went. He needed to cool down, to clear his head, so he turned on the shower, letting the cold water run for a moment before stepping in. The icy chill hit his skin, but even that wasnât enough to erase the vivid image of you, your body so close, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air.
As he leaned against the shower wall, the tension in his body only built. His thoughts shifted, darker now, imagining you beneath him, finally submitting to him, begging him with that same confident voice reduced to needy moans. His hand slid down his chest, slick with water, as he closed his eyes, unable to stop the fantasy from taking over.
In his mind, you were at his mercy. âYou think youâre better than me?â he muttered under his breath, his hand gripping himself as he imagined your face, flushed with desire. He imagined your lips parting, pleading for him, your voice broken. âSay it,â he hissed, stroking himself slowly, imagining the feel of you beneath him, your curves pressed against him, the way your body would move.
âPlease, Higuruma⌠more,â he could almost hear you whisper, your breathless voice echoing in his mind. His pace quickened as he pictured it, your dark skin glistening under him, the softness of your thighs wrapped around his waist as you begged him for more. He could feel the pressure building, his body trembling with the need to let go, but he held on, letting the fantasy consume him.
The cold shower did nothing to stop the heat building inside him. âFuck,â he groaned, his hips jerking forward into his hand as he imagined taking control, imagined the way youâd look, broken beneath him, begging for release. His release came fast, with a sharp intake of breath, the cold water and the heat of his thoughts blending in an overwhelming rush.
His chest heaved as he leaned against the shower wall, water still pelting down on him, the fantasy leaving him breathless and unsatisfied in ways he couldnât describe. You were more than a rival now. You were an obsession.
Weeks later, the two of you found yourselves traveling with the debate team to a competition in another state. When you both arrived at the hotel, the tension that had built between you over the weeks still lingered, unspoken and heavy. But when you both got to the front desk, you were told the news that made your heart sink, there was only one room left for you both to share.
âWhat do you mean thereâs only one room?â you argued with the front desk, while Higuruma stood beside you, just as frustrated.
âIâm sorry, but there are no more separate rooms available,â the receptionist said, her tone apologetic but firm. You both glared at her, trying to find another way, but it was hopeless.
The two of you stormed up to the room, still fuming. When you opened the door, your worst fear was confirmed, there was only one bed.
âWe canât share that,â you muttered, crossing your arms.
âI know,â Higuruma snapped, but after another round of back-and-forth complaints, it became clear that there was no other option.
Later that night, after dinner downstairs with the rest of the team, you both prepared for bed in silence. Tension filled the air as you changed into your sleep clothes, Higuruma doing the same on the opposite side of the room. When you climbed into bed, you laid out strict boundaries.
âStay on your side of the bed,â you warned, âno touching.â
âTrust me, Iâm not trying to get close to you,â he shot back, his voice rough with frustration. The two of you laid down, backs turned to one another, the space between you feeling like a chasm of unresolved tension.
But when you woke up the next morning, the reality was much different. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized Higurumaâs arm was wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed firmly against your back, and your legs tangled together under the covers. His grip tightened slightly as you stirred, his warm breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you snapped, pulling away from him, but as soon as you both sat up, the heated argument died in your throats. You hadnât realized how close your faces were, your lips mere inches apart.
His eyes flickered down to your lips, and you could feel the tension shift between you, something darker, more intense filling the space. You didnât say anything, and neither did he, but the pull between you was undeniable.
Before either of you could think twice, you closed the distance, your lips crashing together in a heated kiss, all the pent-up frustration and rivalry spilling over. The kiss was rough, desperate, filled with weeks of unspoken desire. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and you let out a soft moan as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours.
In a blur, clothes were discarded, and the next thing you knew, you were both on the bed, his lips pressing hot kisses along your neck, your back arching in response. âHiguruma,â you moaned, your fingers tugging at his hair as he moved lower, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of marks as he kissed his way down.
When you reached for the waistband of his pants, your hands trembled with need, but he didnât give you a chance to think as he nipped at your collarbone, sending a wave of pleasure through you. âYou talk so much,â he growled against your skin, âbut right now, I just want to hear you moan.â
You gasped as his hands slid down, tugging your pants off with a swift motion. His lips found your chest, kissing and sucking your breasts with a hunger that left you breathless, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his hand massaged the other. You couldnât stop the moans that escaped your lips, your body arching into him, desperate for more.
âYou like that?â he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough with desire. âYou like when I suck on these pretty tits?â
âYes,â you breathed, your voice shaky as you tugged at his pants, needing him closer, needing more.
He didnât waste time. As soon as his pants were off, he was on you again, his mouth moving lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach until he reached your thighs. âIâve been thinking about this for weeks,â he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them open as his breath hit the sensitive skin there.
When his tongue slid between your folds, you nearly screamed. âFuck, Higuruma!â you gasped, your hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer as he licked and sucked your clit, his fingers joining the mix, sliding inside you with ease.
âGod, youâre so wet for me,â he groaned against you, his tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes that had you seeing stars. His fingers moved in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot that made your toes curl, while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving marks that would surely bruise.
You could barely breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of it all. âHiguruma, please⌠I need you,â you begged, your voice breaking as you tugged at him, desperate for him to fill you.
He smirked, pulling himself up to hover over you, his lips brushing against yours. âYou need me, huh?â he teased, his breath hot against your lips. âTell me how much.â
âI need you so bad,â you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed, desperate for the friction. âPlease⌠fuck me.â
Without another word, he pushed inside you, filling you slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully buried in your heat. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he stretched you, the sensation overwhelming but perfect.
âGod⌠youâre so fucking tight,â he groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he began to move, slow at first, savoring the feeling of you around him.
Higurumaâs hips rolled slowly at first, the drag of him inside you sending shockwaves through your body. His breath was ragged as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting at your skin between moans. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the barely controlled restraint as he tried not to lose himself too quickly.
"F-Fuck, you feel so goodâŚ" His voice was thick with lust, each word vibrating against your throat as his pace quickened. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in, harder this time, making you cry out in pleasure.
You arched beneath him, the friction building with every deep stroke, your moans growing louder with each thrust. "H-Higuruma⌠faster, please," you begged, your nails raking down his back, desperate for more.
He groaned at your request, lifting his head to look at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "You want more?" he muttered, his voice teasing yet demanding. Without waiting for an answer, he shifted, gripping your hips tighter as he began to pound into you, his thrusts harder and faster now, sending your mind spiraling.
"Ah fuck!" you gasped, your body rocking with the force of his movements, the pleasure too intense for words. You could feel every inch of him, the way he filled you completely, his hips slamming into yours with a desperation that matched your own.
His lips found your neck again, sucking hard on the delicate skin, leaving dark bruises in his wake as he claimed you with every thrust. "You like that, donât you?" he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "You like it when I fuck you like thisâŚ"
You couldnât even form words, your body trembling as the pressure built inside you, winding tighter with every deep, punishing stroke. All you could do was moan, nodding frantically, your nails clawing at his back, leaving marks in your wake.
âGod, youâre perfectâŚâ Higuruma muttered, his voice low and rough as his lips brushed your ear. He was close ,too close. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his movements were growing sloppier, more frantic. His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he drove into you faster.
Your body jerked, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of pleasure. "I-Iâm gonnaâ" you stammered, but the words died on your lips as your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with a force that left you gasping.
Your walls clenched around him, and Higuruma groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you, chasing his own release. With one final, hard thrust, he came, his body shaking as he spilled inside you, his moans rough and broken against your neck.
The room was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner and the sound of your heavy breathing as you both lay there, tangled in the sheets, bodies still buzzing from the intensity of what just happened. Higuruma's arm was draped lazily over your waist, his hand resting against the curve of your hip as you both tried to catch your breath.
For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of everything that had just transpired hanging in the air. You stared at the ceiling, your mind still spinning, trying to process how your academic rivalry had escalated to this. Higuruma shifted beside you, propping himself up on his elbow, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw as you turned your head to meet his gaze.
Neither of you spoke at first, the tension from earlier replaced by something different now, something raw and unspoken. His hand slid down your waist, brushing over your thigh, and you shivered at the touch, the reality of what youâd just done still lingering between you.
"You okay?" His voice was surprisingly soft, almost concerned, though his expression remained unreadable.
"Yeah," you breathed, rolling onto your side to face him. You studied his face, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips parted as if he wanted to say something else but couldnât quite find the words. The air between you felt fragile now, like the wrong word could shatter everything.
Higuruma let out a long breath, running a hand through his messy hair before he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture caught you off guard, making your heart flutter in a way that left you confused.
But just as the moment settled into something quieter, more intimate, your phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling both of you. You reached for it, swiping it off the table as you saw a message from one of your teammates.
"Shit," you muttered, your eyes widening as you sat up abruptly, the sheets slipping down your body. "Weâre late for practice."
Higuruma blinked, his expression shifting from soft to stunned as reality set in. "Wait⌠what time is it?"
You grabbed your phone, seeing the notification reminder glaring back at you. "Practice started twenty minutes ago," you groaned, running a hand through your hair in frustration. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, quickly gathering the scattered pieces of your clothes.
Higuruma cursed under his breath, sitting up as well, his movements hurried now as he grabbed his own clothes from the floor. âTheyâre going to kill us,â he muttered, tugging on his pants and buttoning up his shirt in record time.
As you both scrambled to get dressed, the tension that had dissipated came rushing back, but this time, it was a mix of panic and unspoken confusion about what had just happened between you. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled on your shirt, your cheeks still flushed from everything that had happened.
âWe canât be late again,â you sighed, giving him a sideways glance as you slipped on your shoes.
Higuruma stood by the door, fully dressed now, though his hair was still tousled from your earlier encounter. He met your gaze, and for a second, something flickered in his eyes a mix of amusement and the lingering heat from what youâd shared.
âGuess weâll have to act like nothing happened,â he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
You snorted, grabbing your bag. âAs if thatâs going to be easy.â
With one last glance between you, both of you headed out the door, the weight of what had happened still clinging to the air. You both knew it wouldnât be easy to pretend nothing had changed, but for now, you had to focus on practice and the growing tension that would no doubt make things even more complicated.
#jujutsu kaisen#x black plus size reader#x black reader#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#x black fem reader#jjk x black y/n#higuruma x reader#jjk higuruma#higuruma hiromi#higuruma x you#higuruma smut#higuruma x black reader#higuruma x y/n#higuruma x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen higuruma#hiromi higuruma
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Another one on the way, that I've been writing since APRIL. APRIL.
Inexcusable. I never used to be a WIP girl. Look at me now, ma!
Here's me, trying to clear out my WIPs, most of which are at least 75% written. Disgusting, Haitch. You are sloppy.
Love,
-- Haitch xxx
#pseudowho#pseudowho answers you#jjk#haitch#higuruma#higuruma hiromi#higuruma hiromi x reader#higuruma smut#higuruma x reader#hiromi higuruma#hiromi higuruma x reader#jjk higuruma#jujutsu kaisen higuruma#higuruma x reader smut#Higuruma X reader fluff#Higuruma X reader crack
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happy halloween
#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo smut#geto suguru#geto x reader#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami smut#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji smut#choso kamo#choso x reader#choso smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#higuruma x reader#higuruma smut
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"TW1TTER P0RN LINK5: PT4" â jjk men.
â cw : nsfw twt links w your favorite jjk men. afab reader. minors do not interact. ( make a request here! )
â note : kinda done with tumblr fucking up my posts, but wtv,,, comments and reblogs are appreciated!! mwah <3
TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN
cw: unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, fingering (4).
adores seeing the mess he's made inside of you
he's just so, so fucking big compared to his love
guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks
finally getting pounded like his darling deserves
"would you take it all?"
NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI
cw: fingering, spanking, size kink.
"relax and let daddy take care of all your needs"
"ever so pretty when I leave you red"
gotta definitely brag about his new watch
ever so comfortable bent over his lap <33
another one just bc my size kink is going crazy
GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO
cw: riding + yourself on the shelf, jerking off vid.
always gonna make you work for it
he loves showing you off to the camera so much
little things he likes to send you when he's away âĄ
better keep that arch deep for him
"bend over and take it like the pretty girl you are"
CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA
cw: unprotected sex, oral, jerking off, body worship.
eating you out oh-so-slowly and oh-so-nicely <3
pretty boy will never be able to get you out of his mind
will ask to worship you every single morning
maybe spooning it's even better than you'd think
his princess always tastes so, so sweet on his tongue
Š tojisdove 2024. please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.
#twitter links#jjk smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#gojo smut#geto x reader#nanami x reader#kento smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#jjk satoru#ryomen sukuna x reader#toji x reader#hiromi higuruma x reader#jjk nanami#choso smut#getou suguru x reader#choso x reader#geto suguru x reader#kento nanami#jjk choso#jjk sukuna#jujustsu kaisen x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#toji smut#â. tojisdove
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TWITTER LINKS!! ~JJK
MDI
â SATORU GOJO
â đŠđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đŚđš đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđŽ đŞđŻ đ´đŹđŞđłđľ ^-^
â đ´đŞđťđŚ đŹđŞđŻđŹ o-o
â đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś ^-^
â đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ¨đŞđłđ đ˘đ§đľđŚđł đđ°đŻđ¨ đĽđ˘đş đ°đ§ đ§đŞđ¨đŠđľđŞđŻđ¨ đ¤đśđłđ´đŚđ´ <3
â đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đłđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đ§đ˘đ´đľ ďź-ďź
â đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đľđŚđ˘đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś 0~0
â đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđ¤đŠ ^~^
â đŠđŚ đŤđśďż˝ďż˝đľ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đĽđ°đŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŞđ´ đľđ° đşđ°đś <3
â đşđ°đś đľđ˘đŹđŚ đŠđŞđ´ đ¤đ°đ¤đŹ đ´đ° đ¨đ°đ°đĽ v-v
â đ´đ˛đśđŞđłđľđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđśđľ đŠđŚ đŹđŚđŚđąđ´ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ ďź-ďź
â đłđŞđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đľđŞđđ đŠđŚ đ¤đśđŽđ´ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ o-o
â đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đşđ°đś'đłđŚ đľđŞđŚđĽ đśđą ďź-ďź
â đŠđŚ đĽđ°đŚđ´ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đľđŞđľđ´ 'v'
â TOJI FUSHIGURO
â đąđśđŻđŞđ´đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đŁđłđ˘đľđľđş đđŞđľđľđđŚ đ¨đŞđłđ ďź-ďź
â đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đłđ°đśđ¨đŠđđş đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ´đ˛đśđŞđłđľ ďź-ďź
â đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đ¤đŠđ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ ďź-ďź
â đŠđŚ đŞđ´ đŤđ´ đˇđŚđłđş đŁđŞđ¨ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đśđł đľđŞđŻđş đŠđ°đđŚ ďź-ďź
â đ´đŞđťđŚ đŹđŞđŻđŹ o-o
â đ´đľđłđŚđľđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđ´ đ¤đ°đ¤đŹ ďź-ďź
â đŚđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ°đśđľ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đşđ°đś đ˘đłđŚ đ´đ˛đśđŞđłđŽđŞđŻđ¨ ďź-ďź
â đ´đľđśđ§đ§đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đľđŞđŻđş đŠđ°đđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđ´ đ¸đŠđŞđľđŚ đđŞđ˛đśđŞđĽ °v°
â đŠđŞđŽ đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đ¨đŚđŻđľđđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đś đľđŠđ˘đľ'đ´ đłđ˘đłđŚ ^-^
â đŠđŞđ´ đ§đśđ¤đŹ đľđ°đş <3
â đłđŞđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đ˘đ¤đŚ ^-^
â đľđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đłđŞđĽđŚ đŠđŞđ´ đŠđśđ¨đŚ đ¤đ°đ¤đŹ ďź-ďź
â NANAMI KENTO
â đ´đđ˘đąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đąđ°đ°đł đ¤đśđŻđŻđş ďź-ďź
â đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ´đ˛đśđŞđłđľ đŁđş đłđ°đśđ¨đŠđđş đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ ďź-ďź
â đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŞđ´ ^-^
â đŚđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ°đśđľ đ´đ° đ¨đ°đ°đĽ >-<
â đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ°đŻ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŞđŻđŹ *~*
â đąđśđđđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŠđ˘đŞđł đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đąđ°đśđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đś ďź-ďź
â đŠđŞđ´ đ¤đ°đ¤đŹ đłđŚđ˘đ¤đŠđŚđ´ đşđ°đśđł đĽđŚđŚđąđŚđ´đľ đ´đąđ°đľđ´ ~v~
â đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đđ°đˇđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđŽ ^-^
â đľđşđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đŁđłđ˘đľ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđ´ đŁđłđ°đ¸đŻ đŁđŚđđľ ďź-ďź
â đŠđŞđ´ đĽđŞđ¤đŹ đŞđ´ đŁđŞđŞđŞđŞđ¨đ¨đ¨đ¨ O-O
â đ¤đśđŽđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đ°đŻ đşđ°đśđł đ´đľđ°đŽđ˘đ¤đŠ -V-
â đŠđŚ đľđŠđłđśđ´đľđ´ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đś đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŞđ´ '-'
â GETO SUGURU
â đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đ˘đˇ đŽđ°đŻđŹđŚđş ^-^
â đľđŠđŞđ´ đŞđ´ đ´đ° đŠđŞđŽ >~<
â đąđ°đśđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đłđĽ ďź-ďź
â đŠđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đ¨đ°đ°đĽ đľđŞđŽđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđŽ ^o^
â đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đŠđŚ đŞđ´ đŞđŻ đ˘ đ¨đ°đ°đĽ đŽđ°đ°đĽ ^~^
â đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đąđ˘đŻđŹđŞđŻđ¨đ´ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŠđŞđŽ ďź-ďź
â đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đľđŞđđ đşđ°đś đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đ˘ đŽđŚđ´đ´ O-O
â đŠđŚ đŞđ´ đłđ°đśđ¨đŠ đŁđśđľ đşđ°đś đđŞđŹđŚ đŞđľ *v*
â đşđ°đś đđ°đˇđŚ đłđŞđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ ^-^
â đŠđŚ đŤđ´ đ¸đ˘đŻđŻđ˘ đ§đśđ¤đŹ đşđ°đś đľđŞđđ đşđ°đś'đłđŚ đŻđśđŽđŁ u-u
â đŠđŚ đŤđ´ đ¸đ˘đŻđŻđ˘ đ§đśđ¤đŹ đşđ°đś đľđŞđđ đşđ°đś'đłđŚ đĽđśđŽđŁ u~u
â đąđŚđłđ§đŚđ¤đľ đ´đŚđš ~o~
â đşđ°đś đ¸đ˘đŻđŻđ˘ đłđŞđĽđŚ đŠđŞđ´ đ¤đ°đ¤đŹ "v"
â RYOMEN SUKUNA
â đŠđŚ đŤđ´ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đ´đŠđŞđŁđ˘đłđŞ o~o
â đľđşđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đąđ°đśđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđ´ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đ˘đˇ ďź-ďź
â đŠđŚ đŞđ´ đ´đ°đ° đŠđśđ¨đŚđŚ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đśđł đąđśđ´đ´đş ďź-ďź
â đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđ˘đłđĽ đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ´đ˛đśđŞđłđľ ďź-ďź
â đ¤đŠđ°đ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đđŚđŻđ¨đľđŠ ďź-ďź
â đŠđŞđ´ đŁđłđ˘đľ đŻđ°đ¸ đ¤đ˘đŻ'đľ đŚđ´đ¤đ˘đąđŚ ďź~ďź
â đ´đŞđťđŚ đŹđŞđŻđŹ O~O
â đŁđłđśđľđ˘đđđş đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś ďź-ďź
â đŠđŚ đŞđ´ đˇđŚđłđş đłđ°đśđ¨đŠ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đ¤đśđŻđŻđş ďź-ďź
â đŠđŞđ´ 2 đĽđŞđ¤đŹđ´ đŚđŻđľđŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ§đłđ°đŽ đŁđ°đľđŠ đŠđ°đđŚđ´ ~w~
â đŠđśđ¨đŚ đŁđśđľ đşđ°đś đľđ˘đŹđŚ đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŚđŚđĽ đŞđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚ ^-^
â SHIU KONG
â đ´đŞđťđŚ đŹđŞđŻđŹ O-o
â đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đŁđśđľ đ¤đ˘đŻ'đľ đ´đľđ°đą đ´đŽđ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ '~'
â đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đłđ°đśđ¨đŠ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¨đ°đ°đĽ ^~^
â đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đľđ˘đ´đľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŤđśđŞđ¤đŚđ´ ~o~
â đ§đŞđŻđ¨đŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¤đŠđ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ ~v~
â đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđŽ đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŞđ´ ^-^
â đŠđŚ đŞđ´ đ¨đŚđŻđľđđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đś ^~^
â đĽđ°đŚđ´đŻ'đľ đ¸đ˘đŻđľ đşđ°đś đľđ° đŽđ˘đŹđŚ đ˘đŻđş đ´đ°đśđŻđĽ ďź-ďź
â đąđ°đđ˘đł đŁđŚđ˘đł đ˘đłđŽđ´ <3
â đ˘đľ đŻđŞđ¨đŠđľ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đŠđŚ đąđ°đśđŻđĽđ´ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đś o-o
â đŠđŞđ´ đđŞđľđľđđŚ đ´đđśđľ <3
â HIGURUMA HIROMI
â đ´đŞđťđŚ đŹđŞđŻđŹ O-O
â đŠđŚ đŤđ´ đđ°đˇđŚ đĽđ°đŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŞđ´ ^-^
â đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đşđ°đśđł đľđŞđľđ´ ^o^
â đłđŞđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đŻđ°đ´đŚ *V*
â đ¨đŚđŻđľđđŚ đ´đŚđš đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđŽ ^-^
â đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ˘đ§đľđŚđł đ¤đ°đŽđŞđŻđ¨ đ§đłđ°đŽ đ¸đ°đłđŹ o~o
â đ¨đŚđľđľđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đąđ˘đŻđŹđŚđĽ ďź-ďź
â đ´đđ°đ¸ đľđŠđłđśđ´đľđ´ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đŠđŚ đ´đśđ¤đŹđ´ đşđ°đśđł đŻđŞđąđą ^~^
â đĽđłđŞđđđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đśđł đąđśđ´đ´đş v-v
â đŠđŚ đŤđ´ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đŚđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ°đśđľ đ§đłđ°đŽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ ~v~
â đłđŞđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đđŚđŻđ¨đľđŠ ^~^
â đŠđŚ đŞđ´ đ´đ° đ¨đŚđŻđľđđŚ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđ´ đľđŠđłđśđ´đľđ´ vov
â CHOSO KAMO
â đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đşđ°đś đ¸đŚđ˘đł đ´đŹđŞđłđľđ´ ^-^
â đ˘đĽđĽđŞđ¤đľđŚđĽ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đŻđŞđąđąđđŚđ´ ^0^
â đŚđ˘đľđ´ đşđ°đś đ°đśđľ đđŞđŹđŚ đľđŠđŞđ´ v-v
â đ´đľđłđ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đŻđŚđŚđĽđş đ¤đ°đ¤đŹ o~o
â đŠđŚ đ¸đŠđŞđŻđŚđ´ đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đşđ°đś đ´đľđłđ°đŹđŚ đŠđŞđŽ v0v
â đłđŞđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ¤đ°đ¤đŹ đŞđŻ đ´đŹđŞđłđľ ^~^
â đ´đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đłđśđŁđŁđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đ˘đ´đ´đŠđ°đđŚ owo
â đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đŚđšđąđŚđłđŞđŽđŚđŻđľđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đśđł đąđśđ´đ´đş v~v
â đ´đđ˘đŽđŽđŞđŻđ¨ đŞđŻđľđ° đşđ°đś đ¸đŞđľđŠ đśđłđ¨đŚđŻđľ đľđŠđłđśđ´đľđ´ >-<
â đŠđŚ đđ°đˇđŚđ´ đľđŚđ˘đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś /v\
â đđŞđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đ¸đŠđŞđđŚ đ´đľđłđ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽđ´đŚđđ§ -o-
â đŠđŞđ´ đ´đ¸đŚđŚđľ đ¨đŞđłđ <3
â đ°đˇđŚđłđ´đľđŞđŽđśđđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽđ´đŚđđ§ â˘oâ˘
part 2
#twitter links#jjk smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo x reader#gojo smut#geto x reader#nanami x reader#kento smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#jjk satoru#ryomen sukuna x reader#shiu x reader#hiromi higuruma x reader#jjk nanami#choso smut#getou suguru x reader#sukuna#choso x reader#gojou satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#kento nanami#jjk choso#jjk sukuna
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đđ I CAN MAKE THAT PâSSY RAIN OFTEN!
â sum. they're starving, but they aren't craving actual 'food'. they're craving what's right between your shaky pretty legs. toji, higuruma, choso, gojo, geto, sukuna.
warnings. fem! reader, cĂşnnilingus, face-riding / siting, eating out through panties, pĂşssy so good he cries (choso), fÄŤngering, unprotected, dirty talk, praise, very pĂşssy drunk men, squÄŤrting, hair pulling, pĂşssy spanks, spÄŤt, dumbification.
â HIGURUMA HIROMI.
you tell higuruma thatâs heâs got such a rideable face, but heâs never really knew what you meant.
not until heâs buried between your thighs, having a pretty view of you caging him in with your jittery legs. âhey,â he purrs, his voice pouring with such rasp underneath it. a swollen thumb drags down near your sopping cunt and his droopy eyes meet yours. higurumaâs holding you upright whilst his free hand grabs onto your left thigh tightly. â âs okay, lovey. i know you wanna ride my nose,â and his balmy breath grazes up against your slit that was just continuously weeping with saturated slick. youâre whimpering, hovering over his rosy-twitched lips before he kisses near your cracked entrance. âeasy, i gotcha. jusâ sit on it, âs okay, you can do whatever you want to me, promise.â
and once you finally succumb to his warm filthy wordsâyou plop yourself onto his mouth, instantly moaning at the bumpy bridge of his nose tickling against your clit. âfuck,â and you hear a throaty chuckle leave from his crooked lips. higurumaâs nose, once your pussy rubs up against the hook, you couldnât help but start to jerk faster and faster. âhiromi, âm not suffocating you am i?â
âno, my love,â he whispers, flicking his flat tongue through your sensitive drooling folds. you tasted so sweet and it only left him craving for more, more of you. dark drowsy eyes stares into your eyes before his sloppy licks turn into risquĂŠ slurps. âbut, i wouldnât mind it actually. use my face darling, âm all yours tonight.â
higurumaâs got a cunning grin that stretches against his lips as your weight relaxes on him. you kiss your teeth, gradually rutting your trembling hips up against his salivating mouth and he groans. your clit rubs itself against his nose and his mouth, the rough rocky texture of the bridge nearly sends you over the edge.
âf- fuck, âromi,â you gasp, and your fragile limbs cause you to squat now. the air surrounding you suddenly feels thick and thereâs a dry taste filling the inside of your mouth. as candied wanton mewls continue to pry away from your lips, you tug on his ruffled checkered tie thatâs tucked underneath his button-down. his tongue thatâs lapping against your honeyed flaps with the mixture of his nose sliding up and down your entrance. but youâre now stuck in nothing but a mere stupor. higurumaâs eyes never break contact and you hear the loud sloshes from his lips smack against your pussy from each succulent slurp. â âm gonna cum, not gonna last hiromi.â
âaw, yeah?â he whispers, your own slick smearing against his pursed lips. your eyes roll back once the tip of his tongue thwacks and flicks against that spot, your tender g-spot. it feels gummy and spongy and he feels your quaking thighs come together, clenching a tight squeeze. âooh, guess she is,â and a hand of his creeps toward the right curvature of your ass. you moan from his touch, weak limbs shivering from his contact. everything was building up at onceâlike a wave, the calm before the storm. it starts near the very pit of your stomach and itâs fluttering all around you as if butterflies resided in your insides. âthere, there. donât stop, ride my nose lovey. use me, âs okay.â
your face twists as heâs still got his tongue attached to your sopping cuntâyouâre shaking, and you continue to grind your hips into his face.
higuruma holds you with two strong open palms, trying his best to ignore the growing tent in his business slacks. his hair, thanks to how you were mercilessly dragging his head back and forth against your slobbering pussy, itâs all unkempt and messy. strands of black hair twist and entangle between your fingers as youâre preparing for another teeth shattering orgasm. your ass teeters and twirls in crazed gyrations as the his hooked nose continue to abrade against your swollen folds. âhiromiâfuck, fuck,â you whimper, and the coil buried within you finally snaps. within seconds, youâre cumming hardâall on his tongue and the following noise that flutters past your lips was so pretty. higurumaâs hooded eyes gaze at you as heâs lapping you clean and heâs so in love. your finishing sounds sounding like a mere symphony to him. lewdly melodic.
âthatâs it, lovey. oh thatâs such a good messy girl, my messy baby,â he sighs, and you feel your tummy cave in at that exact moment. your drenched folds never felt more slick. heâs slurping you clean, proudly with the most tender grin stretching across his face. but that concise moment briefly gets cut short once higuruma groansâfeeling the strain in his pants again, fighting the urge to stroke himself. but he canât, this is about you. you still feel the knobby part of his nose scrape and drag against your pussy and he huskily chuckles. âah, youâre just obsessed with my nose now, huh?â
âno iââ
âoh, donât be embarrassed,â higuruma softly teases, his voice a bit gruff and raspy. his lips had a pretty sheeny coat of your own juices and you were still trembling once he gets up. higuruma helps you off of him and closes the gap between you both, leaning in for a kiss. itâs sweet, he moans into your mouth whilst he feels your eager hands tug on his tie. higurumaâs tongue matches your sync perfectly. both dancing muscles tangle together before he aligns himself between your legs, wrapping them around his slim waist.
âmy, arenât you a doll,â he speaks between sultry tender kisses, and his rich cologne scent almost snatches your breath away. from a mile away, you could smell it. higuruma licks the bottom of your chinâkeeping his eyes firmly on you until he starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. âbut since you love my nose so much, i think youâll like somethinâ bigger a lot better,â and you let off a gasp once youâre suddenly now flipped the mattress, and he gives your ass a playful spank. ânow, be a good girl ân bend over for me.â
â SATORU GOJO.
gojo loves more than anything to just come home from dreadful hours of work, of battlesâto you.
not only just to you, but the pretty thing thatâs between your legs. heâs not one to waste time, and he always gets straight to the pointâbut in this case, straight to the pussy.
âletâs see how many fingers this time,â he coos, and youâre laid flat against your back, eyeing him. unapologetically, heâs been eating you out for hours like a starved man, drinking out each of your candied orgasms like it was nothing. gojo had a thing for your pleasureâit was far more better than his own. âone,â he whispers, slowly inserting a single long digit inside. you whimper at the immediate stretch. such thick lengthy fingers, they expanded wide throughout your walls and you shudder from his breath whistling against your folds. âtwoooo,â he jibes, playfully dragging out his words. your legs were quickly melting like mush, nearly collapsing as heâs toying around the insides of your cunt. âgod, sheâs got so much âta say today, huh?â
gojo grows quiet at the crying sloshes you make just from his twin digits jackhammering inside of you. in feral awe, he watches as you swallow up both of his long fingers with your greedy cunt, covering them from top to bottom with your slick.
every few seconds, thereâs a wet sloppy âpopâ and âpshhâ that squeals out from your own entrance. âs-satoru,â you whimper and you let off an exaggerated gasp once he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. youâre soaked, and his chin was already raining with your juicesâhis favorite. as heâs got two fingers still buried inside of your gummy walls, he twists them around before he reaches there. your breath gets caught in your throat and you gasp again, letting off a sweet squealing mewl before yanking on his hair snowy white strands. ângh, âtoru!â
âah,â he purrs, bringing a sloppy three second kiss toward your drooling cunt. itâs so pretty up close, he can see how youâre profusely pulsating from the stimulation and it makes a sly smile tweak against his lips. gojoâs digits resume to crimp around inside of your doughy walls before his plump fingertips tickle against your g-spot. oh, you feel static surge and pump right through your veins. the texture was spongey and squashy and heâs got a playful pout. âthis is where youâre weak, right angel? mhh, such a sloppy âlil thing.â
youâre trembling from his staticky touch and his fingers plummeting in and out of your cunt. the sounds, itâs so messy . . itâs yourself, and youâre just a stammering mess, fumbling over your own pathetic broken sentences. âfuck, please âtoru,â you whimper out in a sheepish tone. he goes back to running his tongue everywhere against your sopping wet cunt. to him, your folds tasted so sugary, and heâs always been known to have a little sweet tooth. gojo feels himself getting hard the more he plays with you and he lowly groans right against your pussy. the vibrations of his frustrated snarl makes you whine out in ecstasy before your eyes widen. âhnnnm, satoâ fuck!â
pretty pristine lashes of his flutter shut before he gradually pries out his fingers. gojoâs so into it, heâs having an entire make out sesh with your pussy, pressing his plump vermillion-colored lips together and lapping up his own sauced saliva.
âatta girl. give it tâ me,â he grunts, and you watch with heavy eyelids just hanging low as his head starts to drag back and forth. heâs devouring your cunt, even going far as to getting nose deep just to steal a smell all for himself. the sweetest, his favorite place in the world would always have to be right between your thighs. gojo even reached down in his pants, past his cerulean blue boxers to touch himself. fuck, he was hard. and it was all because of you. he groans, giving his dick a few solid pumps whilst a callused thumb brushes against a running vein that pulses down his shaft. as his lengthy tongue trails even further, he starts to suck on your clit. he feels the pulse twitch in his mouth and he looks right up at you with the most smug pussy drunken grin. âheh, youâve got aââ
and abruptly, you end up gushing right out just as heâs speaking. mid sentence tooâyou sprayed a nice amount of your release just below his chiseled chin and you let off a sweet harmonic screaming orgasm. ripples of pleasure coarse through your veins as youâre riding out your orgasm on his tongue, your body growing limp. every inch of your body though, you felt hot. your legs furiously shook and heâs still got his tongue attached to your cunt. â. . yooou little slut,â he quips with a eyebrow quirking up. gojoâs a bit taken aback but his pretty icy eyes find yours again and you spot his dimples poking near each side of his cheeks as he slyly simpers. âyou just squirted on me huh. someone felt sloppy today, yeah?â
âi- iâm sorry,â you moan, still feeling the jarring after effects of your body. your thighs were glued together and youâre still pantingâalthough gojoâs panting just as much as you if not more. despite how you were still aroused, youâve never felt more embarrassed. thanks to your pussy, youâve got his face drenched from the mouth down. youâre a mess, and heâs covered all in it. âi didnâtââ
âshhh,â he whispers, and youâre interrupted by a soft spank on your cunt. you whimper at the brief twinge, the unforgettable friction glissading down against your bare exposed entrance driving you more and more crazy. the air felt hot but your body felt even hotter. gojo gives your clit one final sloppy kiss before whispering against your slit. âah, ah. donât be sorry,â and with droopy hooded eyes, you watch as he prepares to insert not one, not two, but three fingers inside of your wet puffy cunt. âdo it again.â
â TOJI FUSHIGURO.
toji never really believed in the saying, âyou canât have your cake and eat it too.â
of course, he knows the meaning of the actual common quote but in his filthy rotted brain, it means something else entirely whenever heâs buried between your thighs. toji fushiguroâs a greedy man, especially whenever it came to pussy. he wonât just eat you out, heâll devour you, including your pretty perky ass.
two callused open palms spread the doughy globes of your ass wide open quickly. youâre whimpering, feeling his tepidly hot breath waft down your bare pulsating cunt before he spits right down the valley of your sopping wet folds.
âgotta get her nice ân wet, ainât that right, baby?â he whispers, watching as his own saliva trickles down your twitching folds. youâre already moist, profusely so and he can see your pretty poor clit throbbing - aching for more. âoh, my,â he tsks, bringing his scarred lips right up to your slobbering entrance. âsheâs so fuckinâ beautiful.â
âhngh, tojââ
âbaby, quiet. âm not talkinâ to you,â he shushes you, and you let off a whine once he gives your pussy a long thorough suck. you hear the echoing âpopâ smack from his lips once he pulls back, flicking the cold tip of his tongue against your pearly nub. fuck, once he started it was no prying him off. toji groans, feeling his rickety hips starting to drag themselves against the edge of the bed. his bulge continues to grow in his grey cottony sweats as his lips latch onto your sweet sweet pussy.
he blows against your folds, a thumb still guiding up and down your slit before he goes toward your neglected holeâyou whimper once you feel a stringy glob of saliva dribble down until it reaches near your cunt. âfuck, fuuuck,â you hiss, your toes curling up almost right away. he was just so nasty, you could tell tojiâs smelling your pussy right from behind you too. he was nose deep and the tip of his nose thrashes up against your clit constantly, making you feel even more sensitive. ângh, donât stop, âtoj. pleasepleasefuck.â
âgod, how many times do i have âta tell ya?â the dark haired man gruffs, and you feel a surging wave of tingles ripple through your thighs once he gently swats a hand against your pussy.
itâs a loud âsmackâ that bounces off the thin walls as you bite down on your bottom lip. your slickness even spurts against his palm and itâs so cute. as heâs steadily munching against your throbbing heat, he slurps you clean again and again. âour conversationâs over,â and his voice gets deeper the faster he sucks. âsheâs talkinâ âta me now, not you. donât be rude,â and tojiâs hooded verdant eyes rove towards your drooling cunt as he speaks. it was over the second heâs softly inserting a fat finger inside, feeling your clingy walls accept it right away. âmhm, sheâs always got so much to say. pussyâs talkative just like you, princess.â
you moan, feeling his tongue drag up and down against your clit. your mouth canât help but drop in awe at how thick his finger was. too thick, itâs so good. itâs practically just as big as his cock, and just a single lengthy digit of his was splitting you wide open. youâre squelching and toji purposely grows quiet just to hear it - to hear the âwordsâ of your pussy, which was just the wet sloshing sounds you continue to make as he played with you.
âyeah, i fuckinâ agree,â he hums, a low cackle leaving from his lips as heâs starting to piston his finger in and out, slurping all of your sappy juices. youâre whimpering, and heâs talking over you. your limbs felt weak and you could feel your arch starting to weaken. âsheâs such a baby, my baby though,â and once he tongue rummages deeper inside of you, it taps near your clit. itâs a mean tap, scratching such a forbidden itch in your brain and you almost grow stupid. toji feels you about to collapse forward due to your weak frail legs and he chuckles against your pussy. âheh, drama queen.â
you whimper as he stretches your ass more with one handâheâs leaving all kinds of cobwebs of saliva that glues against both temples of your ass, racing down your thighs. âmmph,â he feels you claw the back of head, shoving him closer towards your pussy. a sly grin spreads against his lips and he slides his finger out, breaking away to taste it. âyâer gettinâ fuckinâ handsy, baby. careful now,â and his tongue slithers back towards your puckering hole. his same thumb pokes against it before heâs just slurping youâloud slippery sounds departing from his lips, devouring your cunt as if he was a starved, starved man.
âtojâfuck, âm gonna cum,â you blurt out, your grip against his hair loosening. your cheek presses against the pillow as he lies his tongue flat, making sure his tongue wanders everywhere. he lolls it around to where heâs creating all kinds of letters and shapes just from his silvery tongue.
your toes continue to curl as your mouthâs just dangling open, feeling his scar repeatedly scrape up against your twitching clit. unapologetically. he spits on your entrance just to lap it right up, feeling the tint in his pants rise. heâs so hard, so fucking hard and your cute pulsing only made it worse. âshit, shit toji please,â your sweet babbles ring against his ears as he feels the shimmy of your hips. you could never stay still, and that was one of the many things he loved about you.
âyeah, cum on my face. make a fuckinâ mess, make me proud baby,â a low voice grumbles from behind, and his tongueâs still delving in and out of your sappy folds. youâre so soaked, his lips were so loud with how they suction against your slick pussy and you were just dumb. dumbfounded, his tongue had you utterly stupid and you only wanted more. but a hard hand swats against your sensitive cunt, snapping you back to reality. âcâmon, âm thirsty. give me my meal.â
gasping for air, you let off a tiny shriek once you finally let go, feeling such intense pressure lift up from the center of your abdomen. youâre frazzled, dewy eyes staring into the satiny cushioned pillow thatâs shoved against your face as you burst. âfuckâfuck,â you whine, and it feels like a geyser just erupted. except, the geyser was right between your legs. youâre squirting, and it shoots out so fast, trickling down tojiâs chin and even paints his dark stubble a sheeny glistening color. as heâs slowly gliding his tongue against your folds one more time, he blinks thrice whilst a smug grin stretches against his lip.
âwell how about that,â toji snickers, and he gives your cunt one more suck, smearing your slick all over his chin. he didnât care how much of a mess you made - it was his mess too. you can almost feel his lewd gaze bore into your ass before he peels a thumb against your clit. âlooks like sheâs still got it,â and you moan, feeling him give your pussy a âpraisingâ good job pat. he hums, feeling you throb on his palm. as heâs catching his breath just like you, toji hums, flipping you over. âmy girl canât help but be a fuckinâ super soaker, cute. .â
â CHOSO KAMO.
choso was always exhausted whenever he came home, constant battles on a daily would wear anyone out. but it was all worth it because in the end, he came home to you. his pretty girlâbut today, today was different.
âi need you,â he murmurs out of breath, and youâre taken by surprise as you lazily flop back against the couch with your legs slightly spread open. the last thing youâd expect was to see choso on his knees for you. he suppresses a whimper thatâs so close to flying from his lips before he nips a few wet kisses near your thighs. â âm so starved, baby. been too long since iââ and he cuts off. pretty mahogany eyes of his suddenly widen once you pull down your shorts with one hand, revealing your panties. purple, the lacy fabric decorates the valley cracks of your thighs and shields your most sensitive bits. choso canât help but pout once you softly grab onto the crown of his head, rummaging your fingers through his loose ravened tresses and tickling his scalp. with a needy pout, he looks at you whilst heâs leaning into your touch. âmay i?â
âyeah, but keep the panties on though âcho,â you reply in a cheeky tone, watching the frustrated pout on his face grow. but he doesnât complain, and instead, he inches his face closer and closer and closer, all until heâs eating you out through your panties. âf- fuck.â youâd swallow as a sharp gasp wrenches out of your full heaving lungs.
once he startedâthere was no stopping.
chosoâs whines were muffled as his knees were dug, buried into the furry carpet ground. his pretty lashes flap as his tongue delicately laps around your sopping cuntâoh, youâre such a tease. despite how your underwear was in the way of the part he really wanted to eat, he still tasted how soaked you were. not only that, but he could smell it too. âgod, âs unfair,â he grunts, swirling his tongue around every part he could get to. your breath hitches and your fingers were still intertwined between his thin strands. âmmph,â and he canât help but smell your panties. heâs missed you so much. as chosoâs soft kitten licks turn into slurps within a soak of just a few seconds few secondsâhe glances up at you with a cute frown. panting, he murmurs. âcan i- can i touch myself?â
âno, choso,â you tease him some more,â and you spread your legs just a bit wider. with the wide eyed stare heâs giving you and the way his mouth was cutely just dangling open, youâd have thought he was about to drool all over you. so pretty, he almost loses composure once you finally pull a string of your panties toward the side of your thigh. ânot yet.â
âso mean,â he cutely grumps, his plump lips curling into another pout again as heâs positioned right between your plush thighs. choso leans into your tender touch though, and he goes back to licking your pussy. he moans, trying to savor your taste as much as he could. chosoâs tense arms remain idleâalthough heâs just itching to touch himself and it doesnât take long before his chin starts to glisten with slick - your slick. choso couldnât help himself though, so he starts to find another way to feel.
his rickety hips start to jerk up against the edge of the couch and heâs ruthlessly grinding into the furniture. heâs feral like a animal and heatâall for you - just for you. âmmph, fuck,â he whines, feeling such hot friction bristle against your body and it ricochets onto his. choso already had a boner by just looking at youâbut now, he was definitely pent up. the tent in his sweats only grows as he continues to rummage his warm tongue through the corners and crevices of your cunt. gasping, you start to slowly drag his head further against you. âbaby, âm so hard. so hard jus for you.â
choso was such a messy eater thoughâhe was inexperienced in some areas, sure. but when it came to eating you out, he never failed to please you. he couldnât get enough of you, especially when you tasted like that. his head canât help but move around and crazily shift everywhere. heâs devouring your cunt whilst his hips continue to thrust against the edge of the couch over and over and over again.
the snapping creaks get more rowdier before you dig your fingers through his scalp once more. you always tried your best to shower him with praises whenever he was stuffed between your thighsâeating out your precious pussy as if it was the last meal to exist on earth. â âs okay, cho, right there baby. right there, fuck.â
your sweet praises made his ears perk up and twitch and itâs so cute to see. chosoâs so into it that he whines right against your cunt, hot breath colliding against your slick flaps. you whine, continuing to guide his face by dragging his head around and against your sloppy entrance. âmmph,â his voice is still muffled as his tongue occasionally rubs against your clit. choso sucks against it hard just to hear you whimper out. his eyes were closed the entire timeâbut after a while, you hear a bit of a subtle sniffle. you peer down, and itâs choso. heâs sniffling, quite literally getting lost in your pussy. both chubby temples of his face flush as his tongueâs wanders in every neglected corner of your gripping walls. you pause, about to pry his head away and ask whatâs wrong before he clings onto your hips, shaking his head firmly. ân- no, donât move away please. âm not done.â
and choso was sniffling solely because of your cunt. it was that good. . he couldnât comprehend how something from a mere human such as yourself could taste this divine. heâs melting into putty in real time the more heâs slurping your honeyed juicesâspitting it all over your clit before cleaning it right back up like a good boy. âfuck,â he whimpers, still thrusting his keen hips into the corner of the couch. heâs so loud, even louder than you and itâs adorable. âbaby, i- i love you, i love you sâmuch,â he starts to babble, and his slurps become more wet and noisy. the lewd squelches from your own pussy bounces and reverbs off the walls and off your ears. your carnal moans only make him more hard as heâs feeling his boner drag itself further against the silky fabric of his grey sweats. âfuck, âm gonna cum again, n- not again, ugh.â
he freezes like a deer in headlights the moment the center of his boxers fills itself with damp grey splotchesâhe felt it, and he moans whilst heâs still got a mouth full of your pussy. âaw man,â he pouts, his chest heaving as he pries his lips away from your throbbing cunt. teary eyed and a cute determined pout on his lips, choso kisses your clit one more time before sighing. âbaby, can we retry? i- iâll do better this time, promise.â
â SUKUNA RYĹMEN.
sukunaâs a filthy pussy eater. . heâs fucking nasty.
heâs a demon and he has no shame. eating you out was a mere pastime for him. whenever he was bored, all heâd really have to do was summon you to his royal chambers to âentertain himâ in his own words.
of course, whenever this happens, it always escalates to you laid flat on his king sized bed with your legs widely sprawledâhaving the sukuna ryomen nose deep inside of your cunt. one of sukunaâs favorite things to do was to eat you out directly after he came inside you.
âbrat, stay still,â he murmurs to you, but due to the carnally low pitch in his voice, it sounded like a playful warning. your bottom lip gets caught in between your teeth as you gnaw on it, feeling your stomach churn with such excited apprehension. sukunaâs tall frame towers over you and you gulp at the demon right before your very eyes. you take a moment to glance down at his cock, spotting his pink swollen tip thatâs profusely all runny and flaccid. you milked him so much earlier, and he groans at the feeling of still being sensitive. back to his own eyes, they gloss over near your stretched out legs and peek right between your thighs. such goopy ribbons of cum ooze out of your pussy and you spot him licking his lips, a single fang cutely poking out near the corner of his mouth. âhn,â he grouses, and with two hands, he scoots your waist up closer to his hungry sheeny lips.
âsukuâ fuck,â you squeal, and it was so quick. one second he was telling you to stay still and the next, heâs eating his own cum out of you. filthy, the perfect word to describe sukuna. for once, heâs only ever quiet and shuts up when it comes to your sweet pussy - funny. rolling out his tongue flat against your shimmery entrance, his pink thin brows then compress together in obscene concentration. your back rests flat against one of his many cushioned pillows and your jaw dangles open. âfuck, fuck,â you repeat in broken sweet whimpers, now staring to feel his forked tongue roam all throughout your sensitive walls.
sukunaâs ear twitches once he hears a sudden slosh. as if a sudden instinct triggered him, his cold red eyes flicker toward your left thigh. a creamy droplet of cum starts to drip down the side of your leg. âwhat a sloppy girl you are,â he huffs, and his tongue licks it right up. heâs not even fazed by the bittersweet taste of himself thatâs coating all on his tongue. your stomach caves in and out as he continues to feastâevery few seconds, the keen sharp edges of his fangs would nip against your clit. your body would arch forward and youâd give him that cute twisting facial expression every time. âjust look at this mess,â he speaks through clenched teeth and an even more clenched jaw.
the curseâs stern crimson eyes rove gawk toward your soppy clit as he pries his lips awayâhis lips were a pearly pink, lathered with your slick and excess amounts of his own forbidden taste. âah, donât even think about closinâ these beauties yet,â and you shiver once he presses a kiss near the neglected crevice of your thigh. your head tosses back as youâre just panting heavily, your chest tightening up with each drawn breath. âhm, âs still pouring out of you. how uncouth,â and you whimper once he spits right on your cunt, lapping it right up before kissing your weeping folds once more. âtaught you all these manners ân youâre still just my sloppy girl. âs that right, princess?â
âsukuna, fuuuck,â you babble out, and you gasp once he slowly inserts a thick finger inside, hooking the fat digit all throughout your saturated walls.
âlittle girl, thatâs not the answer to my question,â he tsks, and you release another moan at the feeling of his long finger scissoring its way inside of you, swirling all around deeply. sukuna adds even more pressure by sucking down on your achy clit, dampening his own sculptured chin with your slit soaking against the lower part of his jaw.
you are indeed a mess, stammering out the same loop of pathetic cries as he slurps up his own mess out of you. sukuna snickers, bringing a palm toward your pussy just to watch you wince in pleasure. the sting, your legs were on the verge of snapping shut and he knew that. âtell me,â he utters hoarsely, gradually pulling out his finger and licks it slowly from top to bottom. staring you dead in the eyes, he kisses your folds once more. âwhoâs pussy is this?â
âyours,â you hiss through gritted teeth at the spank. your sobbing pussyâs met with another rude spank and you gasp, feeling your perky nipples poke further against the fabric of your tank top. âs- sukuna.â
with another spank, spurts of your own dewy juices coat the wide palm of his hand and his crimson-velvet eyes narrow at you. âthatâs right, pet. all mine,â and for one last time, he brings a sloppy four second kiss towards your runny cunt. sukunaâs lewd slurps echo through his chambers indefinitely. âyou know it ân she knows it too.â
â GETO SUGURU.
suguru geto eats you out like itâs his favorite hobby, call him a professional swimmer because he loves drowning in your sweet sweet cunt. well, minus the swimming part though.
âsit,â he murmurs, and you swallow thickly as youâre hovering right over his face - his pretty emotionless face. getoâs eyes bore into you and he gives your ass a playful pinch. with ravened dark strands still running down both of his eyes, he licks against your thigh. âsit on my face, pretty girl. âm fuckinâ hungry,â and you moan once his teeth tug against the hem of your panties. âthere we go,â he coaxesâwatching as you leisurely start to lower yourself down onto his face. as he speaks, his voice lowers a single octave and it makes you pulse right between your legs - how embarrassing. your weight slowly but surely makes its way toward his mouth thatâs seeping with eager drool from the sides before youâre now sitting on his face. then, youâre met with the most smug expression from geto whilst he opens his mouth, parting his thin slick-spit lips. âlay it on me, yeah. good girl. good fuckinâ girl.â
âfuhâ fuuuck,â a whine spews from your lips once his tongue naturally lies itself flat against your entrance. his tongue was frigidly cold and you feel it, the brief knobby texture of his tongue makes your toes curl up. getoâs lashes flap close as heâs slurping up all of you, taking long dramatic gulps whilst a hand cups the fat plush skin of your ass. your hips stutter at first â youâre shy a bit at how youâre just sitting on his face, but he then grabs you by the hips, slamming you further down against his tongue. âsuguru,â you whine, chewing the inside of your cheek. his eyes were closed and heâs just merrily munching against your cunt as if he didnât have a single care in the world. spoiler alert, he didnât. getoâs head though was maddened. it jerks from left to right, and heâs already growing feral within seconds.
âheyy girl,â he whispers in a raspy voice, feeling your nervous hips swerve in cute crazed arcs. for the life of youâyou just couldnât stay still and he found that so adorable. your eyes were looking anywhere but him and his long fat tongue slowly licks around your tender clitoral hood. geto slides two thick fingers down your pussy, feeling you tense up and he hums. âlook at me, eyes on me, sweetheart,â he reminds you, and you watch as his lips twist up. even between your legsâheâs so pretty, and stringy glimmering strands of his own saliva starts to dribble down his sharp chin. he was a mess right underneath you and your clammy hands find their way in his hair, tangling through his matted dark locks. âwant you to look at me while i make love to my other favorite girl,â he whispers in a rough voice, and you moan once his tongue hastily flicks against your pulsating nub more.
as youâre shaking all from his tongue and his sly wry words, your eyes lock onto getoâs. âfuck, suguru,â you moan, your fingers getting lost in his shaggy jet-black strands. heâs so pretty, heâs got the most unbothered deadpan plastered on his face while heâs eating you out, dragging his long tongue through your treacly sensitive regions. oh, he just couldnât get enough of you. geto loves to spit all on your pussy just to have it fall back into his mouth, smearing his crooked pink lips all over your puffy soddened folds as if it was his own personal lip gloss. ây- youâre so nasty, sugu.â
âyeah? praise me more sweetheart,â he utters in a husky voice, and you knew he was joking but you throbbed either way. your hips were so unsteady the more you sat on his face. fuck, heâs staring dead at you too, raising a dark brow before laughing against your cunt. cool breath tickles near your pulsating entrance before he blows against your folds. âaw, quiet now huh. âs my tongue really too much? maybe i should stop.â
ân- no, please,â you whine, and your hands rigorously pull onto his strands. the dark haired man looks at you with a sleazy grin, such viscous gooey strands of your own slick dripping down his chin. geto was already pussy drunk, you could tell. he loved hearing those sweet whimpers of yours squawk out the back of your throat despite how youâre trying oh so hard to shut yourself up.
geto loved whenever you got loud for himâhe didnât care who heard. but on the other hand though, his tongue was just plain evil, he made sure to spell out all types of letters and shapes on your pussy. he even spelled his name. your pussy was so loud too, the sloshes were so sopping wet that you couldnât even believe that was coming right out of you. with a quivering bottom lip, you grab him by the hair, pulling his head up a bit so he could look you straight in the eye again. âdonât stop, suguru. ngh, please. need you toââ
âneed? oh, girl,â he sassily snickered, and you moan once his palm firmly swats against your swollen cunt. you were wet, shamelessly dripping down and with his hand now smacking against your folds, you were even more soaked. getoâs low voice and the way it pitches makes your thighs nearly give up, on the verge of collapsing. âdumb girl, stop thinkinâ with your cunt when you speak to me. you donât need shit,â and he playfully nibbles on your clit. âright, pretty girl?â
geto calling you a dumb girl and a pretty girl in the same sentence made your brain acheâ
your breath grows significantly shallow as you stare at him and heâs got nothing but a feral hungry glint in his eyes. âi- i want you make me cum, sugu,â you correct yourself, and your cuntâs just desperately throbbing. every nerve stored inside of your sopping clit, you felt it all. just yearning for you to let goâyou were right there, you were so close to your release that you could almost taste it. so bittersweet, the pointed tips of your ears grew hot as you started to grind your sloppy hips against his face again. âplease, please. make me cum, suguru. want your tongue, pretty please.â
âthatâs my girl,â he coos, a thumb gliding down your runny slit. his cold breath wafts against your pussy and you shiver before his nibbles against your sweet cute nub turn into greedy elongated sucks. getoâs head quickly sashays side to side again in a frantic manner before he grunts. âmhm, câmon then. give it to me, princess. make a mess so i can clean it right up, atta girl.â
a whirling pool of heat continues to stir up inside of you and you thatâs when you feel it. the immense intensity of raunchy pressure thatâs shocking every part of your body. your knees buckle and youâre already weak but his tongue makes you ten times weaker. youâre defeated, an easy koâknock-out, all from a simple tongue with the addition of filthy dirty words. the moment you cum, your mind shoots blanks.
âoh, suguâfuck,â you then squeak once it all pours out of you. itâs as if youâve been waiting for eons, and you suddenly feel weightless. youâre twitching and even after your orgasm, you still feel the sloppy laps of his tongueâstrings of cobwebby spit glossing his lips before he finally departs. ângh, suguru.â youâd babble as youâre still weakly riding getoâs tongue. the overstim scratches such a carnal itch in your brain and it makes your eyes roll all the way back.
getoâs catching his breath, running his tongue over his dampened lips before he watches you slump back against the cushioned mattress all pretty and breathless. so cute, the way your chest heaves in and out and your thighs still shook with intense elation. âaw, tired already?â and he crawls up beside you, sneaking a kiss near your neck. âbut oh, weâre just gettinâ started, princess. that was just a test run, silly.â
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vegasbaby.#toji smut#choso smut#gojo smut#geto smut#sukuna smut#toji x reader#choso x reader#gojo x reader#geto x reader#sukuna x reader#higuruma hiromi#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#geto suguru x reader#jjk#female reader#jjk headcanons#choso x you#cw sex mention
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"Your wish is my command."
PLZ WITH HIROMI AND NANAMI PLZ I LOVE YOU
(can't believe there was a gif of both of them)
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The day you proposed a threesome to Kento and Hiromi left them shocked. You always seemed so innocent and sweet and though both of them were trying to convince you to date them, you had other ideas.
You also told them that you very much wanted to be used by them, and to not hold back.
"Your wish is my command," you said, winking at them, as you kneeled naked on the floor, as both of them started undressing.
You found yourself with Hiromi's cock down your throat as Kento fucked you mercilessly. Your tears stained your mascara all down your face.
"Is that all you can take?" Hiromi taunted as he gave a slap on your clit, the pain mixing with your pleasure.
"She's enjoying this!" Kento says with a barking laugh. "Let's see if that's how the little slut likes to cum."
Hiromi begins to repeatedly spank your clit and to your shocked delight, you found yourself cumming harder than you could ever remember in your life.
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Kento loves posting couple photos and selfies of the two of you together on Instagram because he wants the whole world to see just how beautiful his dear girl was, he posts them all the time and everyone likes and comments about how adorable the two of you look smiling together, even Gojo teases him about it in the comments.
To everyone you two were this shy, innocent well-put-together couple but what they didn't know was that the sweet darling blond had the hem of your pretty sundress all brunched up on his lap with his cock stuffed soo deep to the hilt inside your warm fluttery walls, where you had huffs of blond pubic hair grazing against your clit soo deliciously that had you grinding against him needily for friction.
In fact about 80% of the selfies you two post together he always has his cock nestled inside of you because he thinks it's such a perfect moment to take a photo with his pretty girl because you look soo perfect and sweet while you're keeping your loving husband's cock, snugged and warm.
He'd be planting soft gentle kisses on your neck trailing up to your ear before whispering "You look so cute right now my love, why don't we take a quick photo yeah?" and then you get all shy telling him just one photo as your cheeks start heating up. His cock twitches against your walls relentlessly as he taps "post" for everyone to see. It's like your dirty little secret that no one else knew but the two of you, They assume that the you two were this innocent and novice couple smiling together happily, not having a single clue what was happening just mere inches below the camera.
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. Ë â Satoru Gojo
. Ë â Suguru Geto
. Ë â Kento Nanami
. Ë â Choso Kamo
. Ë â Toji Fushiguro
. Ë â Ryomen Sukuna
. Ë â Hiromi Higuruma
. Ë â Shiu Kong
. Ë â Ino Takuma
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#I procrastinated but here is the complete masterlist#masterlist#jjk masterlist#jujutsu kaisen masterlist#gojo smut#geto smut#nanami smut#choso smut#toji smut#sukuna smut#higuruma smut#shiu smut#ino smut#satoru gojo smut#suguru geto smut#kento nanami smut#choso kamo smut#toji fushiguro smut#ryomen sukuna smut#hiromi higuruma smut#shiu kong smut#ino takuma smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen
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Week Two - October 9th - Grim Reaper!Higuruma x Reader
Synopsis: After a close call with death, the Grim Reaper himself canât seem to let you go.
Word Count: 2.6k
đ¨ Warnings: 18+ content, dubcon (alcohol consumption), oral sex (male receiving), penetration, girl on top, missionary, pretty smutty in general.
A/N: This post does have some content that can be seen as âmorbidâ. Thereâs nothing super graphic or anything but death is a pretty heavily talked about thing in here so be aware. Also, Iâm hoping everyone is staying safe here in Florida with this hurricane coming. Evacuate if you need to and donât forget to stock up on supplies and gas. Iâm praying for everyoneâs safety! đ¨
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           3 months ago, Higuruma appeared downtown, dawning his usual suit and briefcase. He didnât take the train, hail a cab, or even walk. Oddly enough, he just always appeared when he was needed. He stood on the corner of Main St. and 4th Ave, just waiting patiently. The streets were unusually bare, the only sounds filling Higurumaâs ears being the lulling sound of the wind and the occasional rattle of raccoons rummaging through trash cans.
            Who would it be tonight?
            Higuruma started his walk down the street, glancing into the windows that he passed. He passed a bar. Would it be the man who passed out after too many beers? Maybe alcohol poisoning? Then, he passed an office building. Would it be an employee leaving work, only to be mugged and killed? No. Those didnât feel right.
            Finally, a roar of an engine made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, not from fear, but anticipation. This was it.
            A silver car sped down the street, swerving uncontrollably. Higuruma only watched idly. The car ran the red light before fully losing control and heading directly toward a brick building. It collided with the brick, the front of the car crushing like a soda can and completely caving in. The airbags exploded from inside, suffocating the driver, who hadnât moved. It was a speedy, harsh crash, one of the worst Higuruma had ever seen in the entirety of his job. Heâd seen much worse, of course â sick children, freak accidents, even the grisliest of murders. But he couldnât pretend that this one didnât make him wince a bit.
            Had it been a drunk driver? Texting and driving? Over the plethora of years heâd been alive, Higuruma learned how idiotic humans were. For such weak beings, they constantly overestimated their mortality and made the worst decisions. He couldnât count on ten hands how many people heâd seen die due to the choice of getting behind the wheel while intoxicated, or thinking that a phone call was more important than keeping their eyes on the road. Heâd grown indifferent to it, knowing his role.
            He made his way toward the hunk of metal that used to be a car, ready to get it over with, but he stopped in his tracks soon after.
            There was movement.Â
            The airbags looked like they were breathing as something moved underneath them. They separated from each other and something peeked out from the gap. A head. Higuruma watched as the driver pulled themselves from the wreck, squeezing through the crushed metal to escape.Â
            âHelp!â They screamed as they limped into the middle of the street.
            Higuruma stood there, frozen in place. Something wasnât right. He looked down at his own form, for the first time feeling something he hadnât felt in quite literally forever â confusion. He questioned why heâd appeared there that night, never having appeared when he wasnât needed. But, most of all, he questionedâŚÂ you.
            He had seen people pass away from much less, but there you stood, full of life after crashing straight into a brick wall. Higuruma hated questions. He hated the feeling of something being incomplete. He saw the world as black and white, right or wrong. It was why he was so good at his job. Death had no grey area â you were either alive or dead.Â
            You were an anomaly.
            You had cheated death.
            Higuruma never left any questions unanswered. Before heâd became what he was now, when he was merely a human, he had been a defense attorney. Heâd prided himself in defending those who were unjustly convicted, going out of his way to take on cases that other attorneys wouldnât dare touch. It wasnât because he necessarily cared about doing the ârightâ thing. No, it was because, in his eyes, just like death, the law was black and white. Either you did the crime, or you didnât. Either you were guilty, or you werenât. People who were in prison for crimes they didnât commit were imbalances in a world that Higuruma needed to be balanced. He supposed this mindset followed him to his otherworldly state.
            If it hadnât, he probably wouldnât have been following you now.
            The three months between then and now had infiltrated Higurumaâs mind in a way that he didnât think was possible, not anymore. His days were still full of the usual reapings â he would never let anything come between his job. But, when he caught the incredibly rare millisecond where no one in the world dies, he would spend that millisecond peeking into the window that was your life.Â
            Heâd caught you in the hospital, checking up on your ankle that you had fractured in the crash. Heâd caught you celebrating your friendâs birthday. Heâd even caught you fresh out the shower once, though heâd felt embarrassed, something he hadnât felt in millenniums.
            You made him feel a lot of things, perplexed being the overwhelming feeling from the list.
            Why you? Â
            The question ran through his head every time he caught a glimpse of you. Had the universe sent you to as a cruel joke? Higuruma tensed every time he thought about it. You were just a loose end, a puzzle piece that didnât quite fit.Â
            He had a habit of tying loose ends, so he made the ultimate decision on a Saturday night.Â
            He hadnât been in his physical form in a long time, if ever. He wore the same suit and carried the same suitcase, but he wasnât just a spectator anymore. Humans glanced at him as he walked down the crowded sidewalk, making his way to the bar on 4th Ave. He knew he was breaking some sort of rule, but he needed to scratch the itch.
            Higuruma scanned the faces in the bar on 4th, cursing at how crowded it was. He knew you were in there, but his physical form had its restrictions. He made his way through the crowd of people until he finally reached the bar, where you sat.
            You had on a skintight, black dress and black pumps, sipping on a martini and looking bored out of your mind. It was like you had waited for him. He took the empty seat beside you, immediately catching your attention.
            You eyed him up and down, focusing on the suitcase that he brought along with him. âBusinessman?â
            âHmph. I guess you could say that.â Higuruma ordered a drink. Whiskey, neat. Alcohol had no effect on him, but he couldnât say that he didnât miss the taste of a nice drink.
            You smile at his response. He figured you were already a bit tipsy when he eyed the two empty martini glasses next to your half full one. âI donât know. You have a very strict, no-nonsense thing going on. I donât know anyone that wears a suit at a bar.â
            He remembered another thing about humans in that moment â they were very judgmental.
            âJust had a long day at work, thatâs all.â Was his simple response.Â
            âLet me guess. CEO?â
            He shook his head.
            âLawyer? No, attorney?â
            âMore like a⌠judge.â
            You giggle at that. âYou look pretty young to be a judge.â
            He smirks. âIâm older than I look.â
            The rest of the night passed in a blur. As much as you had invested yourself in the conversation, Higuruma hadnât allowed himself that pleasure. It felt more like an assignment than a pleasant conversation between two strangers. Throughout the night, heâd taken to trying to figure you out. It wasnât like he had expected you to admit that you were some sort of immortal demon that was sent to trick him, but it wouldâve eased his mind a bit, admittedly. Instead, you were just like every other human heâd ever seen.Â
            Higuruma never took to believing in luck, not even when he was human. Luck allowed too much room for oddities, too much room for things that just didnât make sense. But, as he sat in the bar with you, he realized he would be forced to question whether such a nonsensical thing existed.
            You werenât only an anomaly. You were also incredibly lucky.
            Lucky enough to convince Higuruma to come home with you.
            He knew humans had⌠desires. Heâd seen a lot of them put their desires before anything else, leading to stupid decisions. Even back when he was human, he remembered having his own. He would bring women back to his penthouse, fulfilling every desire he had before kicking them out the next morning. It wasnât the right thing to do, but he was a busy man. You were no different.
            As soon as the two of you entered your apartment, you were on him.Â
            You smashed your lips against his and Higuruma returned the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. The sweet taste of your cherry lip gloss and the bitter taste of liquor on your tongue created an intoxicating combination, making Higuruma kiss you even harder. His hands slide down and cup your ass, and he curses the leather dress that acts as a barrier between him and your soft skin. He feels you begin to work on undoing his tie and unbuttoning his white button up before he helps you rid him of his layers. He, then, unzips the back of your dress and it falls to the ground.
            You stand before him, completely nude and vulnerable. He admires every dip and curve of your body, taking note of every single detail so he could remember it for the next few centuries. You were breathtaking.
            You grabbed his hand and led him to the couch, making him sit. Higuruma watched as you kneeled before him and began to unbuckle his belt. You reach into his dress pants and pull out his dick, your eyes widening at the size. He knew heâd been blessed in that department, but seeing a human reaction to it made his pride swell. You take it in your grasp and place a kiss on the tip, a string of precum connecting your lips to him. Your lips then wrap around it, lightly sucking. Higuruma threw his head back against the cushion and let out a relieved sigh. He groans as you start to suck on his length, bobbing up and down. You were slow and meticulous in your actions, staring up at him through thick lashes and gauging exactly what he liked. He appreciated your attention to detail. He squirms when you deepthroat him, your throat pulsing around him and engulfing him in wetness. Fuck, you were good at this. He didnât know if he felt powerful or powerless. This had been the first time in centuries heâd had any contact with a human, and here you were, making him feel so good. Higuruma can feel himself coming close to release, but you pull away at the last second.
            Heâs irritated until you straddle him, lining his dick up with your entrance. You rub his tip on your clit a few times, letting out a light moan at the sensation, before you finally slide down on it. With you wrapped around his so tight, Higuruma is breathless. He placed his strong hands on your hips, encouraging you to move. You ride him slowly at first, grinding down on him. He stretched you out so good, hitting every spot inside of you. Your moans are music to his ears and he feels himself grow addicted to the sight of you fucking yourself on him. His moans mix in with yours, and he grips you tighter before helping you bounce on him. He moves you up and down faster, and you let out a sharp cry as he hits your g-spot. Heâs forgotten how sensitive and fragile humans were. In that moment, he felt like he had the upper hand, guiding your every movement. He repositions himself so he can thrust up into you and his hands cradle your thighs, providing support. He fucks you from underneath, and you go crazy.
            âAh! Right there!â Your eyes are squeezed closed, relishing in the pleasure. Your body shakes above him as you come undone, a string of incohesive words spilling from your mouth. Higuruma continues to drill into you, watching as you leave a ring of cum around the base of his dick. When your orgasm washes away, your knees grow weak and Higuruma holds you to stop you from collapsing. He flips you over, laying you flat on your back against the couch cushions and he hovers over you, spreading your legs and sliding back into you.
            You gasp as he fucks you into the cushions, not even bothering to hold back. He throws your legs over his broad shoulders, angling himself deeper in you. He fucks you relentlessly, your moans spurring him on more and more. He has your ankles by his head, and he turns to place a kiss on the ankle you had fractured in the car crash. You cum again, thrashing against the cushions. Higuruma attempts to hold you still as he feels his own release coming. He thrusts until he finally pulls out and spurts his hot cum across your torso, long strings of white painting your perfect body. A low moan erupts from him as he rides his high. He was disappointed that he couldnât come inside you â not that he physically couldnât, but he didnât know what the repercussions would be if he did that with a human. He didnât mind risks, but not that type of risk.
            Higuruma helped you off the couch and he helped get you settled for the night. He ran you some bath water and watched as you slinked off to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. It was uncharacteristically warm of him, but he figured it was the least he could do. He got himself dressed and grabbed his suitcase before he left your apartment.Â
            6 months later, Higuruma appeared at a scene. He was in the middle of a hallway, standing at a door. Apartment 244. He doesnât immediately recognize the place, but he knows heâs needed there. He comes through the door, stepping into the living room. Only then does a wave of realization hit him.
            He remembered the couch. He remembered the colorful decorations you had hung up on your walls in an attempt to make the bland apartment seem more lively. He even remembered the sweet smell in the air from the candles you liked to burn. However, it wasnât the same anymore.
            Drawers were pulled out and objects littered the floor. The couch cushions had been flipped over. Chairs were overturned. And was that� Higuruma looked at the large, red stain on the carpet, then his eyes travelled to the trail of red splatters that led into the kitchen. He followed the red until finally, he saw you. There you were, laying on the tile floor.
            A home invasion gone wrong.
            He had seen countless but seeing you on the floor was an entirely different experience. Heâd talked to you, touched you, tasted you, and there you were, another soul to collect. He cleared his throat and made his way toward you. Business was still business. He placed a hand on yours, both of your skin equally as cold, and he reaped your soul. A white aura surrounded your body, engulfing you like you were sitting in a bed of clouds. Then, that aura split from your body and turned into a bright orb, floating in the air. Higuruma opened his suitcase, looking at the various colored orbs that rested inside of it. He gathered your orb in his hands and guided it inside the case, placing your soul amongst the others. He closed and locked his suitcase before making his way out of your apartment, but not without glancing back at your lifeless corpse.
            Humans were such mortal creatures.
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