#NOBARA CORE !!!!

[pwippy]

FOUND IT

[kokoenthusiast]

I ship itakugi romantically

have a nice day

[shangerez]

watermelon cho posting

based off the nobara watermelon plushie

[dailykugisaki]

Day Seventy-five | id in alt

He used her shirt as a washcloth because she accidentally left it in the bathroom and she came and shaved the middle of his head in his sleep.

Sukuna probably fixed it because he doesn't wanna look ugly when possessing somebody.

[anaer]

i really do hate jjk

[wrmwood]

need more bestie nobara/yuuji content

they’re so dumb bisexual man + kinda mean but in a she cares way lesbian

[imvgincs]

“   it’s just not the same without all three of us .   ” [Kyumin & JoJo]

. 𓇬 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 .

                           truth   be   told,   despite   jojo's   carefree   nature,   he   wasn't   exactly   thrilled   about   being   caught   in   the   middle   of   kyu   and   sooji's   feud.   he   never   liked   seeing   his   friends   fight,   and   he   couldn't   quite   grasp   why   kyu   was   being   so   hard   on   the   girl   they   had   all   accepted   into   their   group   of   troublemakers.   hearing   kyu   vent   only   reinforced   jojo's   own   unease;   he   struggled   to   offer   comforting   words.   to   jojo,   it   seemed   kyu   longed   not   so   much   for   their   trio   now,   but   for   how   things   used   to   be   between   them.   with   a   heavy   sigh,   jojo   pondered   his   response.

                           ❛  we   could   call   her?  ❜   jojo   suggested   tentatively,   knowing   sooji   had   that   old   flip   phone   straight   out   of   y2k   that   they   could   use   to   reach   her.    ❛  but,   um...  ❜   he   hesitated,   then   decided   to   dive   in.   ❛  maybe...   you   need   to   think   about   how   you   act with   her?  ❜   his   voice   wavered   slightly,   unsure   yet   determined.   the   rift   between   kyu   and   sooji   was   clearly   about   their   dynamics.

                           ❛  it   sucks   when   we're   not   all   together,  ❜   jojo   agreed,   remembering   the   nights   he   spent   in   sooji   and   kyu's   room   when   she   was   away.    ❛  let's   keep   it   light,   yeah?   how   about   we   continue   with   shadow   puppets?  ❜   jojo   interjected   with   a   grin.   ❛  if   we're   staying   up,   i'd   rather   not   get   all   emo.   how   about   i   tell   you   about   the   time   i   kickflipped   my   skateboard   into   a   window   wearing   a   chuck   e.   cheese   costume?  ❜   

[toastedsmoreo]

Ok I’ve been following JJK so far, convincing myself that every character choice and fight detail was weird but not a deal breaker for me, but…..WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?

[rottiens]

@itadoreyu @ichore

everyone looks so gorgeous and stylish 🥹

[ultfreakme]

"Gojo should've gotten to live as a person-" THAT’S THE POINT. That is the ENTIRE point of JJK. Every single character who died was someone who "should've gotten to" do a lot of things. Riko should've gotten to live for herself, Geto should've had the chance to be a teenage boy given support and safety, Junpei should've gotten to live without fear, Nobara should've had the chance to let people in without fear, Nanami, Yuki, Mai, Higurama, EVERYONE.

Here's the thing, Gojo is on this list. Gojo isn't the exception because JJK at its core is a story about how overarching systems destroy people; bullying, capitalism, sexism, etc. And this system does not need people to run it. Which is why killing Kenjaku didn't stop shit because yeah he started this mess but its grown beyond him. Fuck, it was there before him.

This is also why despite Sukuna & Uraume being the only ones who are actual threats, nothing is better. The cast got rid of the higher-ups, jujutsu tech as it is, is no more. The major families are dismantled. This should be a victory. This is what the Sashisu gen pointed out as the problem but things have never looked more bleak.

Why? Because the problem isn't Kenjaku, Sukuna, curses, sorcerers or curse users. It's the existence of Cursed Energy itself. This has been pointed out multiple times by Yuki. Its the system and Gojo has been complicit to the system for a long, long time. He's also it's victim. Gojo says he's the exception a lot, but as everyone has rightfully pointed out, he was nothing more than a weapon to jujutsu society.

JJK has followed a very clear pattern to every character right from Geto to Junpei to Riko; characters are representatives of systems of suppression, and they will not escape it. I can't recall a single character that's escaped unscathed, much less alive.

Is it disrespectful? Yes. Is it demeaning? YES. There has not been a single character death that's been dignified in JJK. It's all on a scale of bearable to absolutely horrifying. It is genuinely wild seeing people resort to threatening the author AGAIN. Calm the fuck down. You are entitled to feeling upset about how Gojo has been treated but Yuta stans are being calm despite Yuta arguably suffering the "he is a weapon" thing WORSE. It's still a fictional character and JJK's narratives never treated Gojo with any exceptions despite the character saying otherwise.

[pwippy]

something about her eye probably being destroyed

[suntoru]

─ ✰ COUNTDOWN TO YOUR LOVE!!

✧˚ · . 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 most definitely does not have a crush on his best friend. so what’s this feeling when somebody else is planning on confessing to you?

— warnings: oblivious gojo af, fluff, mild violence, might be ooc, please be nice i have only watched like the first episode of jjk, idk what else

— author’s note: is it shittily written? yes. but is it finished? also yes. HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES <;33

“guys, guys, brace yourself for the tea i have!! nanamin is gonna confess to y/n tonight at the new years party!!”

“huh?! seriously?” nobara gasps theatrically, her eyes widening in interest. she springs up from the couch, tail -imaginary or not-wagging in anticipation as she eagerly leans in for the juicy gossip.

*chokes* "...what?" gojo gags on his tea, coughing violently. he's surely joking. there's no way. "y/n, as in like, my best friend, y/n?"

“i know, right? i was surprised too!! after all, i was sure mister nanami was more interested in marrying his paperwork than finding real love, but that’s what i heard!” yuji spills, enthusiasm radiating from every word.

"that's... great." gojo manages to mutter, and for once, he has nothing ese to say.

“it’s about time, he’s pushing thirty, and he’s still single… as the youngsters say, he has… L rizz.” nobara laughs boisterously with her hands on her hips, thoroughly entertained by her own joke. meanwhile, yuji cocks his head in confusion at his friend's delusions. …is she going senile?

“well, aren’t you also single…?”

'hush, yuji! the point is, there's gonna be some spicy drama!" nobara squeals, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "we're talking romance unraveling like a well-scripted k-drama!! get ready for some flashy love confessions, and hopefully, a heart-fluttering kiss scene!!"

11: 56 PM

fuck, why can't i focus? gojo groans as he loses yet another round of mario kart to nobara. the image of you lingers in his mind from earlier that day, engaged in conversation with the blonde. he can't ignore the subtle indications; your flustered demeanor, a slight tint of pink on your cheeks, your refusal to make eye contact. clear signs of a crush. you surely like him back, there's no denying it.

and he should be happy for his friend— should be, but all he can feel is an unexplainable tightness that grips his chest, like a weight he can't shake off. he can't quite put a pin on it, it's an unknown emotion, but it all feels ugly nonetheless. it must have been something he ate earlier. ...yeah, that's it.

as he tries to ignore the overwhemling feeling of dispair, his attention flickers to the lively scene, and there you are, donning one of those goofy 2024 glasses that make your whole demeanor even more endearing. a lopsided smile graces your face as you engage in cheerful banter with megumi, and just like that, a fuzzy feeling envelops him, coaxing a smile to creep up on his face involuntarily. but before he can revel in the moment, a sudden flick on his forehead disrupts his thoughts.

"hey— ow, what was that for?" he whines, rubbing his forehead and directing a puzzled gaze towards utahime.

"you're so dense." she huffs in annoyance, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at his apparent obliviousness. he looks up at her, confusion etched across his features.

"i- huh? whaddya mean by that?" he stares at her in confusion. utahime sighs in exasperation, irritation visible. "how stupid are you? do i have to spell it out for you? you. like. y/n." the words hang in the air. ...i ... like... y/n...?

and then it hits him like a brick wall. the reason behind stinging feeling in his chest. you being with nanami meant no more midnight snack runs, no more drunken gossip sessions, no more attempts to fluster you. those simple pleasures, the serotonin rush sparked by your mere smile, threaten to slip away.

the thought of losing you; his best friend, his one and only, shakes him to the bottom of his core. his heart, like a drum, pounds in his chest, a resounding beat of denial and awakening. ...no way... he couldn't... does he...?

could he truly say that the way he always seems to gravitate towards you in group gatherings, the way his eyes subconsciously find their way towards yours, the sudden surge of warmth he gets when you praise him was all truly platonic? perhaps he didn't acknowledge it before, but his heart has long declared what he only now comprehends: he loves you. he loves you.

he's loved you ever since you were five and he was seven, when you announced proudly to everyone that you were now his best friend for life. he's loved you when you were eleven and he was thirteen, when you sought refuge in his arms, tears streaming down your face because of a bully. he's loved you when you were eighteen and he was twenty, hung up on some random jerk who didn't even treat you right.

his eyes dart over to where nanami is, pacing closer towards you— he's going to lose everything if he doesn't move.

he can't lose you.

so he runs across the large room, dashing towards you, heaving and huffing. "FIVE!" everybody begins to chant. "gojo?" you good? need something?" "FOUR!" your voice is soft and sweet, like a honeyed daydream, etched with concern. how could he not have realized, it was you all along? it was always going to be you. "THREE!" "hey." he says breathlessly. "yeah?" you mumble, curious as to what he was about to say next. "TWO!" "slap me if you hate it." "hate what?" "ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!"

he pulls you towards him, using both hands to grab your face, planting a passionate on your plush lips, your eyes widening as everybody else cheers knowingly.

bonus!! earlier:

"you like him. gojo."

nanami simply states, a ghost of a smile on his lips. you feel your face heat up. how did he know? was it that obvious? that's so embarrassing... oh my god. you can't look him in the eye, you just want to shrivel up and disappear in the ground... "you're both so stupidly oblivious." he mutters under his breath.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[vienssunshine]

The dialogues you write for maki are so goddamn heavenly, please, what is it like when her girl squirts on her glasses (bonus if in the next morning, everyone in the dormitory heard them)? 😣🙏

Just Can't Focus

pairing: Maki Zenin x fem!reader nsfw: semi-public sex, cunnilingus, squirting word count: 1.8k author’s note: thank you so much for the request! you're so sweet!! i had a lot of fun adapting your request into a fic, hope you enjoy! also, maki looked so good in the latest episode. i need her... description: something about watching you train gets maki so riled up.

The day has been long. 

Nothing slows down time quite like having to hold a plank, and Gojo, who’s in charge of training you and your peers today, has been making the hours crawl by with countless strength training exercises. Your core is aching and your legs feel like they’re about to give out, which is why it feels a blessing when your teacher gets a phone call that pulls him away into a meeting with the higher-ups.

“Pair up and find a place around campus to practice sparring while I’m gone,” Gojo instructs, “We’ll meet back up in 30. Don’t forget to have fun!” He waves as he heads towards the school, leaving you and the other exhausted students alone in the field.

Nobara turns her head to you, about to speak, when an arm interlocks with yours. You look to your side to see that Maki has claimed you as her partner.

“Maki!” Nobara huffs, “I wanted to spar with her.”

Maki shrugs. “Be quicker then.” 

Nobara’s face darkens with a scowl and you hurry to resolve the conflict. “I’ll spar with you next time,” you tell Nobara, “Promise.”

“You better.” She crosses her arms and walks towards the other sorcerers, annoyed she’ll have to partner up with either idiot #1 or idiot #2 (Yuuji or Megumi). 

“Let’s go find a spot,” Maki says, though she begins pulling you off towards a forest nearby, seemingly already having a place in mind. 

Soon you’re past the tree line, and before you can get a word out about the sparring drill, your back is pressed up against a tree and Maki’s lips are on yours. 

It catches you by surprise—Maki tends to be unpredictable, a reason why it’s hard for you to beat her in a match—but it’s instinctive how you fall into the rhythm of her lips, melting into her touch as you kiss her back. Her leg nestles between yours and her strong hands land on your sides, brushing along the curve of your waist as she leans into you. 

“Need you…now,” she mumbles in between kisses, the rasp of her voice confessing desperation. Even though you and Maki have been a thing for a while now, she knows how to mask her true feelings, so until she had you pinned against a tree, you didn’t have a clue that such a need was building up in her all afternoon. 

“Yeah?” you say, resting your arms atop her built shoulders, pulling her closer. “Can’t wait until after training?”

Maki tugs off her uniform jacket, leaving her in the white long sleeve she wears under her uniform, and lays it on the grass by your feet. “No, so come sit down.”

Her mouth is inseparable from yours as she helps lower your body down onto her jacket, and the moment you’re sitting down, she’s kneeled between your thighs, reaching up past your skirt to dip her fingers into the waistband of your black tights. 

“Lift up your hips for me, pretty,” she murmurs against your lips. You listen, and she pulls your tights off, and then your underwear. It’s a little strange, how you’re half-naked in one of the school’s forests, but you have a hard time caring when Maki hooks her arms underneath your thighs and brings her mouth to your cunt.

“Already so wet for me,” she laughs, pressing a kiss to your pelvis, “Have you been thinking about me too?”

“Maybe,” you say, though the evidence speaks for itself. How could you not? For the entirety of the strength training session, all you could notice was Maki. With the way her defined muscles flexed as she worked through Gojo’s ceaseless exercises, it was impossible not to. You had to look over and take in how the effort contorted her elegant features, had to hear how it sharpened her breath. And every single time you glanced over to her, without fail, she was already looking at you.

“You were just as distracted,” you say, trying to keep still despite the sensation of her hot breath fanning against your cunt. “You really should be paying attention during training.”

She smirks. “I think it’ll be easier to focus after I have you cum on my tongue.”

Her warm mouth connects with your folds, forcing a choked gasp from your throat. You rock your hips back and away, caught off guard at how quickly sharp pleasure cuts through your insides, but Maki’s strong arms keep you locked in place. Her eyes flutter shut at the contact and she deeply inhales, finally gratified after wanting to be with you like this all afternoon.

Your head lolls to the side when she begins to move, licking long stripes up from your hole to your clit with a flat tongue. Pulling up the fabric of your skirt gives you an unobstructed view and you watch, eyes lidded, as she pushes her mouth further into your cunt, just unable to get enough. Then she pushes her palms gently against your thighs, opening yourself up further to her. You allow it, legs falling open, and lean back against the tree behind you.

“There we go,” she says, “Relax for me, okay?” 

You realize why when a finger circles the outside of your hole. Maki’s tongue continues to bathe your clit with wet swipes of her tongue, only increasing the amount of slick coating your opening. She uses this lubrication to shallowly slip the tip of her finger in and out of you, stimulating the tight ring of muscle circling your entrance. Then, she lengthens her movements, pushing in deeper with every thrust of her fingers. Your breath comes out shaky. “Fuck…Maki…”

She begins to move her finger inside of you, pushing it up against your walls in a way that has heat rushing to your lower stomach. Your eyes flutter shut and each pump of her finger pushes a soft moan from your lips.

“If you wanted to make it up to me for being such a distraction all afternoon, those pretty noises of yours are doing the job,” Maki says.

She adds another finger, which only makes you call out her name once more in that breathy voice of yours she adores. The pressure is immense, especially with her fingers being so strong and precise. 

“It’s…so much-” you say, pressing your eyebrows together. You don’t think you’ve had Maki eat you out and finger you at the same time before; the sensation is overwhelming. Every harsh thrust of her fingers is complemented by a sweet lick on your clit, a two-front war that makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. Any attempt at escaping the pleasure is nonexistent with Maki’s hold on you, and soon your stomach is twisting, like a violent undercurrent is ripping through your lower half. It’s new, and more intense than you’ve experienced before. 

“Maki I…I feel weird…” you say, squirming. 

“You’re doing great, pretty girl,” Maki responds before diving her tongue into your folds once more.

“I’m serious…Maki…I don’t know…” Your fingers tighten in the grass around you.

“Does it feel good?” Maki asks.

“Feels…s’good,” you respond.

“Then relax, enjoy it.” 

You want to listen to her, you really do, but there’s a hesitant voice in your head, one telling you that if you give in to the pleasure, you’ll be giving in completely. You’re just so full; there’s so much pent-up energy in your body that’s begging to be released. But the more she touches you, the more encouragement and praise leaving her mouth, the less power you have over the force building up inside your core. 

“I feel like I’m gonna…” 

She curls her fingers inside you, pressing against your sweet spot with a force that has your body shaking and seconds away from release.

“Fuck—Maki—m’gonna—“

You’re unprepared when your orgasm hits you, and because it hits you hard, you’re helpless when fluid rushes out of you at the intense sensation. You throw your head back, pleasure rolling through your lower half and being expelled from your body. Unaffected, Maki continues to finger fuck you, only prolonging the ruthless orgasm she’s sending through your body.

“Attagirl,” Maki says, grinning. 

You’re swearing, or moaning, maybe a mixture of both, as the climax pummels your poor body, and you hold onto Maki’s arms for dear life, fingers digging into the fabric of her white long sleeve.

When her movements slow, coaxing you back into reality, the haze washes off and you realize that you’ve squirted for the first time–all over Maki’s face.

You sit up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck, your glasses.”

She cuts you off. “It’s hot, pretty. Don’t apologize for something you don’t have to, mkay?” She takes her glasses from her face and rubs the liquid coating them off on her jacket beneath you. 

“I’ve just…that’s never happened before,” you say, still reeling from the sensation.

“Makin’ me feel special,” she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, she stands, offering you her hand. “Are you okay to walk? Everyone should be regrouping by now. I think if we stay any longer, I’ll want to try to make that happen again.”

“Uh…yeah, let’s go,” you say, grabbing onto it and letting her help you up. You’re still grappling with what just happened; you didn’t even know that could happen. 

Dazed, you find your underwear on the sleeve of Maki’s jacket, uncrumple it, and pull it back up on you.

“Thanks for that,” Maki says, threading her hand into yours for the rest of the walk out of the forest.

You and Maki are the last to join the group. Aside from Gojo, who’s meeting must’ve run long. Guess training ends early today.  

As you walk up to the rest of the sorcerers, Yuuji tilts his head and then points at Maki, “Did you lose your jacket?” 

Your eyes widen as you realize that Maki isn’t wearing it, she’s still in her button-up. Though, it’s not like she could put it back on, your fluids had soaked the material. “I took it off when we were sparring. Guess I forgot it,” she responds.

“Is that why you took off your tights too?” Panda asks, pointing to your bare legs. Heat rushes to your face.

Maki scowls. “Last chance to mind your own or I’ll be your sparring partner next time.” 

“Alright! Okay!” The rest of them hurry off but fail to do a good job pretending they aren’t whispering about the two of you.

“I’ll go grab our clothes and put them in the wash, so you go take a break okay?” She grins. “I hope I didn’t work you too hard.”

“How considerate,” you tease, “But I would prefer it if you came back to my room after doing the laundry. Maybe then you’ll be able to tire me out.” 

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

[dailykugisaki]

Day twelve | id in alt text

Inchresting

[nova-amor]

itadori yuji is the ideal lover.

the type of boyfriend to fill his notes app with your favorite foods, your makeup brand preferences, your dreams and aspirations, and all the other little details he loves so much about you. the type of boyfriend that loves to shower you with love 24/7, peppering your face with wet kisses and pulling you into tight embraces regardless of where you are or who you’re with. the type of boyfriend to bring you flowers before every date, bringing along a fresh bouquet to replace the slowly browning ones on your nightstand.

yet, even though yuji is a phenomenal boyfriend, he isn’t too experienced with female anatomy. so, ever the good boyfriend that he is, yuji enlists his older half-brother to teach him a thing or two on the subject of pleasing you.

which is how, on the odd night that his roommates megumi and nobara aren’t around, yuji invites you over to his apartment under the pretense that you’d be hanging out with him and his older brother. yet, with their heavy gazes raking over you as soon as you stepped through the door, you knew that you three would be doing more than just hanging out.

at some point while watching a movie, you had ended up sandwiched between kamo choso’s thick thighs, your legs hooked over his calves and forced far enough apart to provide yuji with ample access to your core. your fingers were laced into yuji’s pink hair, nails scratching at his scalp as he dragged the flat of his tongue up your slit, lapping away happily at your cunt with slow, fluid strokes.

“is this okay, baby?” yuji inquired from below you, his golden eyes wide and curious as he peered up at you. his lips and chin were smeared with a thick mixture of spit and your essence, his tongue dragging against his bottom lip to lick up some of the juices. “am i doing a good job?”

choso rolled your puffy nipples between his fingers, massaging and kneading at your heavy breasts like they were made of dough. “you’re doing so good, you— feels so good, so fuckin’ good— love your tongue, baby—” you answered yuji as his lips curled into a large grin. yuji dove his head back into your cunt, suckling on your sensitive clit hard and fluttering his tongue against it. “fuck! yuji! y-your mouth feels s’ good— yes yes yes, keep goin’! just like that— right there, yuu!” your words sent jolts of electricity down yuji’s cock, his hips bucking against the mattress to ease the growing ache between his legs.

“such an insatiable little girl— you close?” choso whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. he nipped at the cartilage of your ear, biting lightly at the flesh as he pinched your nipples harder. your hips bucked into yuji’s face, your walls clenching hard around yuji’s tongue. “you gonna cum all over yuji’s tongue? gonna make a mess all over my little brother’s face? keep it up, yuji, i wanna see what kind of face she makes when she cums.”

your thighs began to tremble against yuji’s ears, the buildup of pressure at the pit of your stomach growing stronger and stronger until it finally became all too much. with one more drag of his tongue across your clit, your release gushed out onto yuji’s face, his eager tongue continuing to lap at your clit as you creamed all over him. “ahh, there it is.” choso said with a smirk, watching in amusement as you whined about it all being too much.

“tastes so good,” yuji groaned, your musky taste on his tongue making him salivate even more. while yuji was distracted with cleaning up your cunt with his tongue, one of choso’s hands grasped at the underside of your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

choso smirked at your fucked-out expression, your eyes glassy and flushed lips parted from heavy pants. “was it too much? huh? yuji did too good of a job?” choso taunted you, his lips mere centimeters from yours. his breath smelled of the cherry soda he had been drinking earlier, your heart racing in your chest from how close you were.

“yuji,” choso’s voice grabbed at his brother’s attention, yuji’s eyes curiously bouncing between you and choso. “be a good brother and let me tongue-fuck your girlfriend next. i’ll teach you how to make her squirt.”

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jjk girls - how are they in bed⸜⸜・

nobara

she's all about that double side dildo. she loves fucking you and she loves getting fucked just as much.

"just like that." she moans, humping against the dildo, making it slide deeper inside of you. she loves toys and she loves picking new dildos for the two of you, but this time she picked a bigger one.

"it's too big." you moan, your hands clawing around nobara's body. you grip her tits, rolling her nipples with your fingers and earing a slutty moan from her.

"is my cock that big?" she jokes, pushing the toy deeper inside of her. she can always take the biggest toys. you flash her a naughty smile, "sure bet it is." your pussies squeak with every thrust of the dildo and the deep purple color is covered in white juices. you know she is gonna make you suck it clean when she cums.

"are you close?" you ask her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. she nods her head, her breathing is heavy and the bratty attitude dissappears as she nears her release.

maki

"that's a good baby." she praises you, rolling her hips inside of you. maki loves fucking you with her strap, she likes to see how much of her you can take. she pushes her body right into yours, stroking your cheek. you wrap your arms and legs around her body, helping her get inside of you deeper. she kisses you on the cheek before burying her face in your neck. each of her thrusts is angled to hit your sweet spot dead on, making you crazy.

"harder, maki." you whine and she smiles against your neck. she hits you with a big thrust, your whole body jolting. her thrusts are merciless and rough.

"don't ask for something you can't take."

your whole body shakes under her thrusts and you love the way her cock rubs inside of your walls. drool falls from your mouth at how talented her thrusts are and you kiss her again, tongue meeting hers.

"come on, baby. cream on my cock, sweetheart."

shoko

"don't bite me that hard." you laugh as your girlfriend bites on your nipple. your girlfriend shoko loves your boobs more than anything. she latches her mouth on your nipple again, gentle sucking it in her mouth. you enjoy being this close with her, just sitting on her lap while she laps at your nipples. she doesn't stop until they are red and sore. she pulls away with a pop, turning her attention on the other boob. your body is covered in hickeys, she leaves a trail of hickeys from your neck down to your boobs. you have to admit she's beautiful, the way her eyes look up at you as she sucks makes you wet instantly. you move your hips a bit, running your core on her lap. she helps you rock your hips as she enjoys her time with your boobs. shoko sticks her tongue out, circling your nipple before giving it a sweet kiss. she pushes her face in between your tits while you hump her, nearing your orgasm.

utahime

there's nothing more utahime loves more than when you buryyour head in between her thighs. she's a pillow princess and she loves getting eaten out.

"good girl." she praises, pushing your head deeper into her cunt. one of her hands is wrapped in your hair while your other strokes your cheek. the cutest thing about her is her expression, as much as she loves all of this, her cheeks can't help but to be flushed and she tries so hard not to hide her face in her hands. she hates eye contact but it's also what drives her wild.

"oh god, don't spot." she squeaks when you push your tongue deep inside of her, fucking her with your tongue. your nose dumps on her clit, stimulating her even more. her juices spill all over your face but you don't care, if eating out your girlfriend would be a job, you would be there all the time.