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curatorcreator · 2 days ago

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carlisle, my beloved <3

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ANYTHING BUT IT

Starring: Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro

How does your man handle non-penetrative sex?

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Choso Kamo: Boobjob <3

Choso will take anything you give him. If you told the poor boy you could never have sex again, he wouldn’t bat an eye. Your presence is euphoric enough, he’s sure he’ll never truly be used to it. The way you smell, how you look at him when he says something funny, the way you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck after a particularly long time apart (4 days), it will never be anything but thrilling to him. It’s a love he never thought he’d have & he’s certainly never going to get used to it.

Everything about this is so new to Choso, & with all your help, it’s coming at him a little too fast…literally. If for some reason he couldn’t put his dick in you for a couple days, he’d be thankful for the reprieve; or so he thought. It’s been just 3 days & he can barely make it through a conversation with you before having to excuse himself to the bathroom. You noticed because of course you did, you notice everything about him. It makes his head foggy with desire & by god if he doesn’t rub one out soon he thinks he might die. But he didn’t do that hardly at all anymore; not with you around.

He hears your voice outside the door, following a gentle knock. “Choso,” you called out sweetly, always so sweetly. It takes him a moment to pull his head out of the daze it’s trapped in to realize you’re really calling out for him, it’s not just his imagination. “You okay in there?” No, no he most certainly was not okay.

With a quick gasp, he stuffs his stiff cock into his pants & zips them up. He tentatively unlocks & opens the door.

& you’re standing there, smiling, shit-eating because you know, you know that this is harder for him than he thought it would be.

He watches as your eyes travel down to where he’s nearly bulging out of his pants. “Awww, Choso…” He looks away. God, he’s so embarrassed; you embarrass him. “Why didn’t you say something?” You grab his hand to pull him closer.

He can’t meet your eyes.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you…after you said we-that we couldn’t…” He shrugs so delicately, so subtle you barely catch it. “You know…” The implication is there, heavy in the minute space between you.

You can’t help but giggle to yourself. He doesn’t know. How could he? You’d just barely had sex with him the first time a couple weeks ago, & since then, not a day had gone by that he’d been stuffing you full with his cock, begging for whatever you’d give him. Anything, you’d give him anything.

“Cho, there’s other things we can do, you know?” His eyes nearly pop out of his sockets because good lord, he thinks he might have a clue what you’re saying & –fuck him–he can’t take it. But he wants it. So bad.

You thought it’d get old, this whole doe-eyed, innocent thing, but here you were, turned on as ever by it. You hadn’t meant to upset him by telling him that you couldn’t have sex for a little while, but he just didn’t understand. He was fucking massive, & not always in a good way; he had you calling out of work once a week after a long night of fucking you. It hadn’t occurred to you that it would be such a problem for him. He would never have complained, not to you, not to his perfect, straight-out-of-a-porno girlfriend.

His hard on wasn’t going anywhere, he was sweating, & that desperate look in your eyes had you dragging him out of the bathroom & to your bed.

You’d sat him on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him, unzipping his pants; he was so sure that he was going to cum from just this, & he felt bad, ashamed, but he just couldn’t help it. Your bedroom always smelled so nice, just like you, sweet & floral. It was hard to smell you & not think of your sweet cunt, how you tasted, how you felt wrapped around him, so perfect, so—

“Choso.” His gaze snapped down as you beckoned him to sit up a little so you could pull his boxers off. God, just the sight of your pretty eyes staring up at him had him twitching as you slowly slid his pants off. He waited for you to touch him, but you took your time, gazing up at him so lovingly. He watched with animalistic scrutiny as you hooked your hand under the hem of your shirt & swiftly pulled it off. Your bra next.

He didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. Just like always, you’d show him exactly what to do, & that’s what really sent him over the edge. You were perfect, & this was his favorite part about you.

“Let me help you, Cho,” you smiled, softly taking him in your hand, up & down a few times, enough for his thighs to start shaking & for all the breath to leave his lungs. You guided him closer to your breasts & he watched with lewd fascination–sheer awe–as you let your spit fall down your chin to the valley of soft skin between your chest.

It takes every ounce of strength in him to simply blink, he doesn’t want to look away for even a millisecond, not wanting to miss anything. You circled your tongue around his weeping tip, & already he was bucking into your mouth, needy for any stimulation. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

You smile, fuck he wishes you’d stop smiling, stop being so sweet about all of this, it was fucking humiliating, but deep down, that was the part he liked the most. Because no matter how embarrassed he was, you smiled anyway, stayed all lovely & sweet.

“‘S’okay Choso, I just want to make you feel good.” You slowly wrap your breasts around his leaking cock, pressing your hands against them so you can slowly jerk him off like this. “Does it feel good?”

Regardless of coherency, there’s no answer he could give you to accurately convey just how fucking good it felt. How could you even ask that? “Y-yeah, fuck–ngh—yeah, f-feel’s good.” God he felt so stupid.

He tried to pull himself together, to think a single clear thought. Something came through to the forefront of his mind. “D-does it feel good for you like this?” You nod. You weren’t the one desperate for stimulation, you just wanted to get him off, to see him fall apart like this; the spectacle was addicting, so sure, it felt good.

Even whilst you spoke to him, trying to talk him through it, all he could do was stare at you: the way your nipples bounced with each thrust, the way you stuck your tongue out to lick at the red tip of his cock.

Dimly, he’s aware that you’ve asked him something. “Wh-what?” he chokes out.

“Do you want to?” He doesn't get it. There’s nothing else he could’ve wanted more in this moment, no, in his whole life, than this right here. But he understands when you let go of your breasts, the loss of contact making him whine, & grab his hands, putting them where you’d once had yours. & then, by god, does he get it, & yes, he wants to.

It takes him some time, to find a rhythm, to slide his cock between your breasts more than twice without having to stop & whine for a bit. But he gets there, & he's oh so pretty like this: eyes screwed shut, bottom lip tucked firmly beneath his teeth, loose hair sticking to his forehead, your name slipping from his lips.

His orgasm is shattering, he can’t even rationally tell you when he’s close, it comes up on him like a tidal wave. He whines, so pretty, just for you, like he always does when he cums, & he’s sure he’ll be 80 years old & touching himself to the sight of his cum on your tits, dripping off your nipples. You sit up, close enough to kiss him, & he pulls you to him, starving for it. “You’re so perfect, I love you so much…” he starts his post orgasm rant, like usual, telling you how amazing you are, how you were made for him, how perfect he thinks you are.

Yeah, he’s pretty sure he could get off like that for the rest of his life.

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Kento Nanami: Jerks off <3

Nanami is just so ashamed of himself. He feels so guilty. I mean, his pretty little wife…she’s so perfect. It’s only been a couple weeks since you two brought home your bundle of joy, & (if he didn’t know it already) you were proving to him every minute just how perfect you were.

So here he was, harder than a rock, trying his very best to act normal, reserved, like his usual self. Nanami was a man of much restraint. It wasn’t a difficult part to play; he prided himself on being better than those mindless, horny men, unable to control themselves, only able to think with their dicks. But good fucking lord he can’t help it, & it’s not like you’re doing him any favors, but no, no, the last thing Nanami wants to do is blame his poor wife. Not while you’re still recovering, not while you’re busy 24/7, not when you haven’t had a full night’s sleep in who knows how long, but what on earth is he supposed to do?

Nanami hasn’t rubbed one out since his early sorcerer days, he hasn’t needed to, not with you around. You & your saccharine words, you velvety cunt, everything about you got him off in ways you didn’t even know.

It’s not like you didn’t adore your dear husband, of course you did, how couldn’t you; but Nanami was so observant, so understanding, so sweet. He noticed everything about you. They way your eyes rolled back when he hit that special spot deep in you, how you tugged harshly on his stiff hair when he made you sit on his face for hours, when you sighed dreamily as you sat on his lap, his hands dragging your hips lazily over him. What Nanami felt for you couldn’t be replicated, he was just obsessed with his pretty wife.

Which led him to seek solace behind the shower curtain; you were sleeping, at least he hoped. He was gloriously naked, soapy, lip tucked tightly under his lip: it was something out of one of the erotica novels he reads. Fisting his cock was nothing like the vice grip of your heavenly cunt, but it would have to do. He growled, something animalistic deep in his throat, so worked up he felt his orgasm coming on far too quickly, his hand meeting his deep thrusts, eyes screwed tight, thoughts of his sweet, pregnant wife flooding his mind. You round & glowing, breasts full & aching for him; it’s a good thing you weren’t here to see him humiliate himself. Worse still, that made his dick twitch at the thought of you watching. God he was worked up. It was taking everything in him not to wantonly moan your name like a horny teenager.

Nothing could compare to your sweet cunt, but the thought of it alone was doing wonders for him. He wondered when the next time would be that you'd let him fuck another baby into you; the thought of having you in a mean mating press, stuffing load after load into you, watching it spill out before shoving it back in with his fingers, pleas of "Just one more for me, sweetheart, just one more. . ." over & over & over.

He tried to do what he thought you might do if you were here. Of course, his perfect wife would’ve gotten right down on her knees & sucked the soul out of him. But you liked to tease him, as much as you could. . .you didn’t always have the patience. But he traced the veins slowly like you might’ve, wrapped his hand around his pretty tip like you definitely could have, slowed his hands as he came close to his inevitable orgasm like you definitely would’ve.

He finished unceremoniously, embarrassed still. He finished his shower methodically, trying to put such weakness from his mind, wrapping himself up in a towel that smells like you–get a grip, Kento–face growing hot just at the scent of you. Face growing hotter still when he hears the door creak open, precious you slowly padding over to him.

But…why did you look so upset? “Gee Kento, I know I was a little fat & sweaty towards the end there, but I didn’t know you planned on jerking off from now on instead of sleeping with your wife.”

“Wh-what? I didn’t know you were-were ready.” Poor guy, he truly looks guilty. But you give him no sympathy.

“Ken, I’ve practically jumped your bones four times a week since the pregnancy hormones kicked in, of course I want to have sex with you.”

Nanami smiles softly. Good God it’s been a long two weeks.

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Satoru Gojo: Pussyjob, oral sex, anal stuff <3

Unfortunately, he doesn’t handle it, at all. Satoru is insatiable, his need is constant, so when you tell him, doe-eyed & apologetic, that the doctor said you can’t have sex for two weeks (two weeks?!), he fears a tear will escape him. But he plasters on a smile; he can’t be anything but incredibly accommodating to his precious girl. As you’re leaving the doctor’s office, though, he can already feel himself chubbing up at your mention of ‘sex.’ Needless to say, it’s going to be a long two weeks.

Or so he thinks. But of course, you’re dating for a reason; you really are perfect for him. The very next day he’s got you sittin’ pretty for him, riding his dick with your panty-clad pussy, eyes rolling up & back. How could he ever think you’d go two whole weeks without cumming on his dick?

“Ngh–ne-need you to go faster, ‘Toru, s’not enough,” you pout, hands splaying out across his pecs, nails dragging harshly across his perked up nipples: a punishment, if you will, for taking sooo long to get you off.

He plays the innocent, teasing you. “Not enough for you? You’re the one who said we should go slow. Doctor’s orders, yeah?” but he speeds up for you anyway, rocking you back & forth, the delicious friction making your head feel heavy.

But it’s just not right, Satoru thinks. His pretty girl should be cumming on his face, no? You whine at the loss of contact as he drags you up to sit on his face. “‘T-Toru, what—”

“I want it like this,” he purrs against your cunt, slipping your panties to the side, & god you’re so wet for him, just how he likes you. “I want you like this.” & that’s enough, you think. Those words alone are enough to have you gripping the headboard, head thrown back, as you slowly rock back & forth on his tongue. He’s so romantic like this, you think as he places chaste kisses to your thighs, a stark contrast to how he was just burying his entire face in your pussy. He’s humping the air, frenzied, as he tugs you closer, lapping at your cunt like the dog he is, he wants you cumming on him, overwhelmed by it, dumb & sex-brained. He’s got both hands on your hips, pulling you down, down, until he has you squirting right where he wants it.

& Satoru thinks of himself as selfless, but he’s learned to give & also take with you; so he’s not complaining as you peel off his already stained boxers, he’s not objecting when you nuzzle your face into his balls—in fact, he prays to whatever god is listening in gratitude for his perfect fucking girlfriend—simply resting his head back while you tease the underside of his length with your tongue. He likes the display of it all: you, back arched, looking up at him, tongue darting slowly around his weeping tip.

“That’s it, sweetie, just like that.” His moans are guttural as you take him down your throat; he’s nothing but a hormonal boy, worried he’s going to cum from the feel of your mouth, warm, wet, sucking. He’s got one of his hands on the back of your head—not pushing, as much as keeping you in place; nose brushing against the unruly strands of hair that sprout at the base of his cock, spit dripping down his balls as you swallow around him. This is how I’ll die, he thinks, but instead he cums—one in the same, really—& you let him put it right where he wants it, all over those pretty tits. That might be his favorite part about you, but he’s not sure, not when your ass is perfect, not when your thighs squeeze his head, not when your hands know him better than he knows himself, & not when your pussy was made for him.

Of course, there’s only so much you could do without sticking it in. . .but when you suggested playing with his ass, he definitely said no. He did not let you lay him down on his stomach, face down ass up, & even if he did, he certainly didn’t enjoy it when you placed feather-light kisses down his spine until you reached his pretty hole. No, definitely not. . .& he didn’t like it at all when you pressed your thumb in small circles around his tight rim, which in turn did not make him shift uncomfortably, trying—in vain—to relieve any pressure from his rock hard cock. He did not whimper when you asked him in that pretty little voice to spread your legs for me, ‘Toru. His hands were not fisting the sheets & he was not biting his pillow when you pressed your finger against his sweet spot, & most importantly, there’s absolutely no way he came after just the first couple thrusts of your fingers, pushing so perfectly against his prostate. Nah, none of that happened.

But needless to say, Satoru doesn’t mind fulfilling your needs in other ways.

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Suguru Geto: Panty thief <3

Despite his cool demeanor, his complete dominion over you in your bedroom, Suguru is a nasty man. & maybe, deep down (not deep down at all) you knew that much already. . .but you didn’t mind any proof you could get of just how gross you made him. Just how hard he got from the most innocent of things, just how easy it was for him to get off to the simplest fantasies of you. He always seemed so unaffected, so in control, but that’s not at all how he seemed now, just a few days after you’d told he couldn’t put his dick in you.

At first, he seemed fine, no problems; it didn’t take him long to realize just how much he needed you, your pretty moans, your tight cunt, your nails digging into his back, how he missed it, missed you. But he just felt so bad, he didn’t want you to feel like you needed to help & of course you would, you’d never pass up an opportunity to help Suguru felt good; in fact you’re pretty sure there wasn’t anything you liked more in this world.

But now. . .now he was desperate, he was needy, & he was embarrassed. So he did what any shame-filled man would do.

You were asleep, you had to be, he’d gotten home so late & had said not to wait for him for this very reason. He had never deemed himself so humiliating, so pathetic, but there really was no other way to describe himself, sifting through your dirty laundry. He had his options, but he wanted one specific pair, the ones you wore when you knew he was going to fuck you, black & lacy. He knew, he just knew, it would be that much better with those, & he remembered the last time you wore them.

God he doesn’t even have his robes off, he doesn’t need to, the sight of them, the smell of you, has him palming his cock through his clothes. & that’s how he likes it, gross & messy, cock barely sprung out of his briefs, fisting the soft lace around himself. His hand pressed flat against the wall of the bathroom is the only thing keeping him upright, legs going weak at the thought of you. He thinks of you: pretty, naked, legs widened as you try & get yourself off without him, fingers softly pumping in & out of your sweet little cunt, but it’s j-just not the same, Sugu, you’d say. Need you to help me, & the pout you’d give him would be irresistible. The guilt of the act fueling him, it’s never this good, it never used to be. Thank god for you, his perfect girl–

“Are those my panties? You’re such a pervert, Geto.” His eyes dart up, &—he’ll never admit it—the humiliation, the shame heating his face, makes him rock hard (like he wasn’t already), any sense dripping out of the precum leaking from his tip. The door creaks fully open & you’re there, moving his hand off the wall, kissing him like he’s not some sick perv (he is, but you love it), replacing his hand with yours, telling him how cute you think it is, how these are your favorite panties, how he’s so hot like this. & your hand feels so much better than his, so much softer. The way you seem to know him better than he does, you know just how he likes it, your other hand snaking down his chest to squeeze his balls, tracing the pointed veins on his cock, teasing his tip.

“Please, fuck, just like-just like that, fuck,” & you do, you do it just like that until he comes, groaning deep in your ear, the vibrations shooting straight down to your cunt, aching for him.

But he’s back to his cocky self soon after. “I didn’t know you thought me jerking off was so hot,” which is a ridiculous thing to say because of course him jerking off is hot, enough to make you salivate.

“I didn’t know my dirty panties were such a turn on for you, you perv.”

Why is he getting hard again, damn it?

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Takuma Ino: Dry-humping, vibrator <3

“S-Shit, are you okay?” Ino is pulling you upright, disorienting considering he’d just been stuffing you full of his horse cock mere seconds ago.

“What do you–oh.” You’re so embarrassed, but you know he would never make you feel bad. You clear your throat. “It’s just my period. I’m sorry Takuma.”

“No, no don’t be sorry, I’m not upset, but. . .are you sure it wasn’t my fault? Like, I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

Your repeated no’s & it’s okay’s do little to soothe the poor guy, he’s so sure he hurt you like he’s worried he would. So he says you guys should cool off for a little while, at least until he’s sure you’re okay. Begrudgingly, you agree, mostly just because you don’t really want to have sex with him on your period anyway. But-but how can you expect your poor boyfriend to go such a long time (not long at all) without cumming, I mean, what’s a guy to do, right?

He assures you over & over that he’s completely fine, that you don’t need to do this, he promises.

“But I want to, Ino, wanna make you feel good, like you make me feel.” It’s a miracle, truly, that he doesn’t come from that, right then & there. & you know exactly what you’re doing to him, there’s no way he can deny his girl what she wants, & you know that all too well.

Plus, how’s he supposed to do anything but whatever you want him to when you’ve got him like this, mindless, head resting on the wood of your headboard, gently grinding down on him, not nearly enough friction for him to come, but certainly more than enough for him to be putty in your hands.

He doesn't know how long you keep him like this, out of breath & whining for more, hands gripping your hips in an attempt to create more pressure for his poor, weeping cock. He just needs a little more, he thinks, just a little more, a little more & he'll cum for you, all for you, like a good boy. Your good boy.

He’s so sweet like this, so nice, it makes you want to ruin him, though he does a fine job of that himself, succumbing to all the pleasure you give him. The way you roll your hips, how you pull your clothed cunt over his dick, the small smile you keep on your face as you do it. “Please, pl-please, wan’ it, pretty, wan’ it so bad,” he’s begging like he always does, & you're not really sure what he's even asking for, just that he needs it.

“You don’t have to beg for it, Ino, I wanna give it to you,” you smile, devious. You slide his boxers down, slow, teasing, the way he is like this, drooling, throwing his head back over the lightest touch, has you wanting to take your time with him.

But you’re quick when you want to be, like when you pull your vibrator out of the top drawer next to the bed as you're fisting his cock in your hand. & even though it’s unexpected, & it’s too much, & he can hardly take it, he does, like the good boy he is. You make sure to tell him as you press the vibrator to his balls, stroking his cock all sweet-like. “My pretty boy, Ino, you’re doing so good. Always so good for me.” Teasing his sensitive tip, you trail the vibrator down his length, relishing in his pretty little whines, his ah-ah-ah’s as you rub your hand over his poor, abused cock-head. Mouth agape, the most filthy moans & whines spill from his lips.

His cock twitching each time you let the vibrator ghost around his tip, it takes everything he’s got not to thrash around in you sheets when you tease him like that. He hates it when you do that, right? So why can’t he find it in himself to stop you?

“You like it, Ino? Huh?” God, how could you ask him that, he can’t think right now, & you just coo & smile at him, awaiting his answer. He looks down at you with dewy eyes, on the verge of tears because of course it’s good. What a stupid question.

“Ngh–it’s good, s-so, so good, s’too much, s’good,” he cries, babbling, incoherent. Muscles on his thighs clenching as he tries to suppress his orgasm but the poor boy just can’t take it anymore. It’s all “too much” & “g-gonna cum.” He grips your wrist as he cums, unable to handle such stimulation, because like he said, it’s all too much. & yet, he’ll let you do it again. . .whenever you want.

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Toji Fushiguro: Messy head <3

Toji loves you more than anything, even if he’s a little bitch when it comes to telling you so. He does, he really, really does love you. But, instead of telling you that, he just likes to fuck your throat & tell you that you’re taking it so well.

You all but moan when he pushes you down on your knees. “Who said I have to use your cunt, sweet thing?” He’s in his underwear, precum staining the front of him, as well as your saliva whilst you gently lick his tip through the cotton fabric. He doesn’t like it when you tease him (sure he doesn’t), but he lets you have your fun. Your fingers graze over his abdomen, your eyes fixated on his growing bulge, raking your nails down his sensitive thighs, while he holds back a whine. “Just fucking suck it already, woman.”

You snap the waistband of his boxers. “Be nice, Toji,” you warn, but it was an empty threat.

“Whatever, just, j-jus’—hah, fuck–” You fist him roughly, dry, smirking as you do. He’s getting ready to scold you again, but you don’t give him the chance, taking him in your mouth, sucking hard on his red, leaky tip. Flattening your tongue against his cock. It was never easy to suck Toji off, but that was your favorite part; you liked a challenge. It didn’t necessarily feel good, but you moaned around him anyway because you knew he liked it. You always did all the things he liked & it drove him fucking nuts just how well you knew him. Playing with his tightening balls as you kitten-licked his tip, fisting the base of his cock as you began to take him in your mouth, over & over & over. . .god, he’d let you suck his cock all day. Who gives a shit about a refractory period? In fact, he’d let you suck it soft because that’s just the type of weird shit you’d be into.

It was so messy, always messy with you, spit was accumulating on the base of his cock, & his pelvis, watching a string of spit connect from the base to your small hands & lips. . .Much to his dismay, you popped off his dick, continuing to stroke him with your hand. “Just do it, Toji.”

“Wh-what the fuck’re you talkin’ about?” You give him a deadpan look. But you didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction; you grabbed his hand & guided it to the crown of your head before sucking him back in your mouth, & he took it as the invitation he knew it was. “Aww, you just wanted my help, sweet thing.”

Bold of him to tease you whilst he was balls deep in your throat, but you digress. You dig your nails into his thighs, rubbing your legs together as you try to alleviate some of the neediness between your thighs. “That’s it,” he groans as you take him particularly deep. Throwing his head back when you trace your finger down further than it’s supposed to go, teasing him how he hates (loves).

At some point, it gets a little too much for him: your hands are too loose, your mouth is too tight, & fuck he's gonna cum in your mouth right now if you keep swirling your tongue like that.

You used to cry, used to gag around him, used to tap your hand on his abs, but now you just took it like Toji’s pretty girl, letting him fist your scalp & bob your head up & down for you, let him hold you down on his length for a bit, let him babble his nonsense as he cums. He doesn’t even have to ask if you’ll swallow it all for him because of course you will.

“‘Atta fucking girl, there she is,” he preens when you take his whole length in your mouth, choking a little, but not much. See, he’s got you trained right up, he’s shown you just how he likes it. & what does he like, you ask? When you make a filthy fucking mess. He doesn't help by any means, he just cums so much, there's nothing you can do but let it slip from the corners of your mouth & spill down your chin. It's straight out of the fucking porn Shiu sends him. It's disgusting, but Toji prefers it that way. He brings your face up to his, kissing you all sticky & sweet: his sweet thing.

“Give me ten minutes & then do that again, for fuck’s sake,” he rasps, breathing hard, still holding your chin.

You grin, shit-eating, “Only if you say please.”

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"Until you..." part. 13.

Hiromi Higuruma x reader.

Until you came along, Hiromi Higuruma wasn’t one to feel nervous about meeting up with someone, talking, or spending time together. But he knew he’d have to get used to it…

Especially if it was with you.

Another night had passed with him staring at the ceiling, tossing and turning, his thoughts inevitably drifting back to you. It was as if he couldn’t help it. As if, in the dead of night, your presence would come to find him, pulling him back to the memory of you, helplessly.

Darkness filled his room, bringing with it a cold breeze. A night without stars. Without the moon. The white blankets, once again, tangled around his body, one arm thrown across his eyes in a futile attempt to quieten your image.

He opened them again, gazing at the ceiling. It was inevitable: if he closed his eyes, he saw you. He saw you and your flushed cheeks, your smile. He could even faintly hear your laughter, echoing like a brief but radiant flash of light in his starless night.

His midnight sun.

He couldn’t ignore the way his heart fluttered like a butterfly in his chest when he thought of you. And that alone had him worried… and anxious. Did he feel something for you? Yes, without question. But something romantic? He hardly knew you.

With a sigh, he turned over in bed, his mind full of thoughts that seemed endless. So, he got up, picked up a notebook and pen, and began to write. It was his way of letting it out, of ordering the chaos in his heart and mind.

A while later, the water from the shower was running over him. He leaned against the cold white tile wall, his wet hair slicked back, as the warm water flowed down the back of his neck, across his shoulders, and down his back. Closing his eyes, he sighed, finally feeling sleep begin to find him. His muscles relaxed, and with them, the logical, steady part of him returned after a brief emotional lapse.

“Four more hours until I see her again,” he thought, glancing at the clock as he walked out of the shower, a towel tied around his waist and his bare torso exposed. He dressed again and lay back on the bed, turning over to try to catch a few hours of sleep.

And just before falling asleep, he thought of you again.

He never imagined how much you’d affect him, not until colours and shapes began to appear in the darkness of his dream. He saw a green field, tiny cherry blossoms drifting down from trees. He was sitting beneath them, staring out into the distance.

And there, on the horizon, a feminine figure started to take shape. He felt confused, foolish, as he tried to focus his gaze to see who it was. Whose hands those were, now caressing his face, whose lips were hovering so close to his, about to…

Hiromi awoke suddenly, jolted by his alarm – that infernal farmyard rooster sound that never failed to rattle him. He shifted, burying his face in the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan.

Minutes later, he was back walking through the train station, eager to board. And to see you again. Yes, you. Your face, your smile, that presence which was gradually affecting him more than he cared to admit.

And as he entered, his eyes met yours once more. You were there, just as you’d promised the day before. He inhaled, a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked over, watching you remove your bag from the seat next to you.

A seat you’d saved for him.

And, until you came along, Hiromi Higuruma wasn’t one to feel nervous about meeting up with someone, talking, or spending time together. But he knew he’d have to get used to it…

Especially if it was with you.

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pseudowho · 3 months ago

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Asking the JJK Men if it's in yet

"Is it in yet?"

feat. Nanami, Toji, TrueForm!Sukuna and Higuruma

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Nanami:

Kento stopped dead in his tracks, his cock only pressed halfway in. Embraced beneath him, cuddlefucking in missionary, you tried to keep a straight face, as if you weren't about to eep! from the delicious stretch of just half in.

Without glasses on, Kento still, somehow, managed to look over his glasses at you. His voice was mild, almost conversational, as he sought clarification.

"Is it...in?"

"...yeah, is it in yet?"

Something prickled over Kento's shoulders. He scoffed, heaving a sigh and bracing himself on his elbows. He unclipped his watch in one deft movement, laying it on the pillow beside your head.

"Ask me again in one minute. Then three. Then five."

You felt a droplet of sweat run down your soul.

"...Kento, I was just fucking--"

"--no, no, I insist. One minute."

"What are you going to--"

Kento slammed his cock into you so hard, you jolted up the bed with a shriek. If his abs hadn't held you in place beneath him, you'd have hit the headboard. Shocked, groaning from the wet slaps of Kento absolutely railing you, bottoming out until you could hardly see, you couldn't help but let out a breathy giggle.

"--c-can't...can't-- haaaaah, Kento!"

Time lost all meaning. Kento braced on his elbows, dragging his cock halfway out again with a grunt, and stopping. He glowered down at you.

"Ask me again."

You whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders. You swallowed, trembling in anticipation.

"Is...is it, uh...in yet--"

Kento slammed into you again, creamy white lube squelching out of you onto the bed as you muffled your cries into the pillow, swearing you could feel him in your ribs.

Kento continued this for three, five, seven, nine, eleven minutes, until you were forced to admit, begrudgingly, that he and his seed were definitely in.

Higuruma:

Hiromi's eyes fluttered open. Having just released a sinful whimper from you sinking down onto his length, his brain suddenly short-circuited in fractious self-doubt and hyper analysis. In the end, nothing he could think took precedence, apart from a dumb:

"I'm-- I'm sorry? Is it...?"

Hiromi grasped your hips, pulling his shirt up and gripping it between his teeth so he could see where you were joined in his lap. He bucked up, just once, pausing for just long enough to shiver and moan at the slick, wet velvet of you. His head tipped back again with a weary sigh.

"You know," Hiromi chastised, grasping your hips to roll you over his cock, his hands strong, confident, "I'm so fucking tired, I'd have believed you. That I wasn't in."

You smirked above him, eliciting hushed whimpers and groans as you started to ride him. Hiromi allowed you to settle into your rhythm, before he berated you again.

"But also," he bickered, "how dare you, you cheeky cow, 'is it in yet', like I don't rail you blind every night with my 'is it in yet'--

You laughed, his chastisement turned punishing as he bounced you on him with glee, comedy turned feral.

"Oooo-ooohhh fuck-- love it when you-- when you think you're being funny-- love it--" Hiromi groaned, his voice muffled, his shirt hem between his teeth again as his eyes fixated on your stretched pussy sliding down his cock. You laughed, whimpering, breathless.

"I--I am funny--"

"--yeah yeah, alright, sweetheart-- keep telling yourself that--"

Toji:

Intending to hold onto your hair just a bit, Toji instead pulled you up fully, from your hands and knees. With your back to his chest, speared upon him, you squealed. You felt the bulbous tip of him bully against your cervix, and squirmed, gasping his name.

"The fuck you mean, 'is it in yet?"?"

You groaned, regretting your decision already. Toji reached up and gently slapped your cheek, until your eyes opened, and he pointed to the mirror in front of you. You could see him smirking over your shoulder.

When he saw your eyes drift to the base of his cock, slick with your arousal, deep inside you, and angled upwards so you could see the bulging underside, he smirked again, twitching his erection once, twice, three times so you could see.

Snapping your moan in half, Toji fucked upwards once, hard.

"Is it in yet?" He mocked, his breaths heavy as he fucked, and you squealed, and he fucked, laughing.

"Is it in yet? Come on baby, tell me. Is it in yet? Is it? Shit, kid. I dunno, I need you to tell me. Is it in yet? Is it in yet?"

If only he'd stop impaling you on him for long enough for you to answer.

True!Form Sukuna:

He laughed. He actually laughed. He only stopped laughing when you, sweating with fearful uncertainty, started laughing too. Then, he grabbed your face, rough in one long-nailed hand.

"What do they teach girls these days?" Sukuna rumbled, tsk-ing, batting your cheek from side to side with his palm and the back of his hand; a cat with a mouse.

"Whatever they teach you," he sighed, with your thighs spread upon his, sat on his throne, "I will offer you the chance to be untaught."

You nodded, panting as he let go of your body, and you choked out and whimpered as you slid further and further down his lower length. You felt the heavy, thickening weight of his upper length, resting against your back.

Sukuna left you like this, hands-free, to be slowly impaled as he watched, almost bored. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well, come on then," he drawled, his jaw leaned on one hand, with one finger lazily circling your clit, just to feel your cunt flutter around him, "beg me."

Your brain stuttered, your pussy so stuffed you could hardly think; "Beg--b-beg for...for what...my Lord?"

"Beg me to unteach you whatever drivel it is they taught you, that you should think it funny to ask your master 'is it in yet?'"

You didn't hesitate, babbling, one of his hands circling round to grasp you by the throat as you did. "P-please unteach me, my Lord, I was just being silly, just--just--forgive me--"

Sukuna hummed, his half-smile almost gentle as he began to lift you off him again, enjoying the way your pussy clenched around his lower cock as you choked.

"Lovely manners." He purred. You jolted, gasping as you felt the thick tip of his upper cock begin to squeeze into your ass. You saw stars, blinded by the enormity of him, made dumb by your own stupid attempt at comedy.

"Let's make sure you understand the perils of the situation you chose to place yourself in, hmm?"

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raisinbunn · 11 months ago

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higuruma wip

#higuruma hiromi #hiromi higuruma #jjk fanart

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fushiqruo · 9 months ago

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jjk men twitter links (NSFW)

pt.1 nanami, hiromi and choso!

pt.2 sukuna, toji and gojo.

Kamo Choso

Fucking you nice and raw

Giving him a titty job

Fingering you while you wear a buttplug

Duties as his all time fleshlight

Handcuffed while he slams into you

Higuruma Hiromi

Pounding into you till you drool

Fucking you till you're braindead

Spanking you while drilling to in the bed

Forehead kisses while he's balls deep in you

Burying you in the mattress

Nanami Kento

Making love with him

Releasing stress after a long day

Coming home to fuck you on the kitchen counter

The size kink is kinking

Valentines night

note: restarting the nsfw jjk men series!!

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chososlilprincess · 11 months ago

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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.

@fckmanji on twitter<3

also this is literally Higuruma in this.

#hiromi higuruma #jjk higuruma #higuruma fanart #higuruma hiromi #PLEASEPLWASWPLEASEPLEASE

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ricebunnyarts · 6 months ago

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1 hour consultation.

Are you paying his retainer?

He also stole someone’s 🍭

#日車 #呪術廻戦 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #jjk higuruma #jjk hiromi #hiromi jjk #higuruma jjk #higuruma #higuruma hiromi #hiromi higuruma

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velvetcrimsonkisses · 5 months ago

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SMAU- MASSAGE

(Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Higuruma, Ino)

Note: you ask the jjk men for a massage

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luxites · 9 months ago

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…save as many people as you can, even if it’s only one 🌊

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mahgyu · 2 months ago

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HIGURUMA IS ALIVE‼️

OUR MAN, OUR HUSBAND HAS RETURNED TO US 😭😭😭

#I'M SO HAPPY #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #Higuruma #Higuruma Hiromi #hiromi higuruma #jjk higuruma #higuruma jjk #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #Higuruma Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen manga #jjk manga

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gojosprettyprincess · 10 months ago

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Riding higuruma's Nose

TW - Pussy eating, squirting, overstimulation? Also the reader is sitting on his face cowgirl position. I'm so sorry for any errors.

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"Fuck! N-not so hard!" you cried out as he continued to suck on your clit, big strong arms gripping onto your thighs to keep you placed on his face. It's been like what, an hour? You swore you've never seen a man that loves eating pussy as much as Hiromi does and he's so fucking skilled at doing it too, it makes you see stars.

You don't even get the point of begging him to stop anymore, all you could do is sit there, moaning nonstop with tears leaking down your eyes from overstimulation as he feasts on your cunt, his growls vibrating against your slit when you try to wriggle out of his sturdy grip only for him to squeeze his arms around your thighs harder, you can literally see the veins and muscles on his arms budging out cause of his tight grip. A mixture of your juices and his drool running down his cheeks and chin as he eats you out sloppily.

He slowly pulls away from your cunt and lands a hard slap on your right-ass cheek before squeezing the soft flesh. "Ride my face baby, come on you can do it, cum f'me one more time and then I'll stop yeah?". He says lazily, he loves to be in control and ravish your messy cunt the way he pleases but he also enjoys seeing you attempting to get yourself off on his face. It's amusing to him.

You were tired. You didn't really wanna do anything, but you never know how much longer he's gonna take before stopping if you let him have it his way, so you decided to slowly grind your cunt on his tongue, groaning as you felt the vibrations of his mumble "that's my good girl" against you.

You continued moving back and forth on his face, desperately trying to cum so you can get this over with, till you accidentally felt yourself bumping against his nose, your body jolted in pleasure as you felt it against you for a split second, your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Hiromi. It was so weird, not in a million years would you have thought that you'd feel pleasure from someone's nose? But I guess there's a first time for everything.

He was probably thinking the exact same thing you were as you felt his arms loosen around your thighs, you didn't waste a second as you moved back to get closer to his nose area, seating yourself at the bridge of his nose before your eyes rolled back as you felt his tongue attacking your clit, it was so fucking good, you took it as a sign to keep going as you moved your cunt back and forth on his nose, the tip of it digging into you as it drags against your creamy folds while his tongue laps your clit.

You felt your hole fluttering around nothing as you keep up your pace, riding the bump of his nose, you moved your hand to the back of his head to grip onto his hair so you can keep his head still to your liking as you felt him groaning against you while your gripping onto the strands. Your sweet moans filled the moan as you continue grinding down on his big nose, you squeaked unexpectedly, feeling his arms tightening around your thighs again, he's impatient. Strong arms keeping you intact, making you arch your back when you felt him pressing his nose against your entrance, the bridge of it digging into your cunt hole as he brings one of his hand up to your clit, rubbing fast sloppy circles on it as he ruts his nose into you, moving his head in all sorts of ways so he can hear your stupid little blabbers as he feeds you more pleasure.

Skilled tongue sucking on your poor clit as he watches your head falls back, thighs clenching against his hold. "Ohmygod! ohmygod! Fuckkk, gonna cum! M'gonna cum please don't stop feels so good" you cried out, your brain in shambles as you felt this weird sensation erupting in your stomach, before you could even process it, what feels like a gallon of clear liquid gushes out of you like a water hose and lands all over his pretty face and sheets, even despite that he still kept going, slurping and licking up your juices from your messy cunny as he sucks on it as if he was eating an orange.

After he was satisfied, he manhandles your body and picks you up, placing you on his lap while he moves his upper body up in the process, your pussy juice dripping off his face onto the bed as he got up, panting and trying to catch his breath as he sticks his tongue out to lick any reminding of your juices off his face. He takes a second to observe your shaking body from his lap, he wraps his arms around your smaller flame while whispering into your ear.

"Crazy to think that the first time you'd ever squirt is because of my nose huh?" he chuckles. "Such a messy little girl aren't ya princess?". He plants kisses on your neck to calm you down. Based on how much you know about higuruma, it's definitely gonna become a regular thing when it comes to you sitting on his face and your not complaining one bit.

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thejessc0de · 11 months ago

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Higuruma

#higuruma hiromi #hiromi higuruma #jjk higuruma #jjk #jjk fanart #digital art #jujutsu kaisen #jjk art #fanart #artist on tumblr #jujutsu kaisen fanart #art

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pseudowho · 5 months ago

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Yuuji's hand hovered over the receiver, paralysed. His universe zeroed in on the little plastic bubble around him, and the payphone, with the chatter, ringing, beeping and bustling of the Police Station behind him. The cuffs chafed on his wrist. He thought and thought, reaching for the receiver again, before freezing.

The police officer behind Yuuji tapped his foot. "Get on with it, kid." Yuuji shrunk in on himself, smaller than ever.

"Uhh...I'm really sorry. I don't think I'm ready for my first call yet. Can I have a bit longer?"

A huff from the officer. Yuuji's wrists clanked as he was grabbed by the upper arm, a heavy clang as he was pressed back into the cell, locked in. There was a drunk on the perpendicular bench. Some big guy with a kill you stare, the other side.

Yuuji tried not to cry as he hunched down towards his knees.

He had never felt so orphaned, as he did in this moment.

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Kento hummed to himself, outwardly upbeat, and happy to be so in the absence of observers. He grabbed his travel mug from the desk; his paperwork was completed. He was advised he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the day, so why don't you just head off early? We'll just call you if we need you.

Words like syrup. Kento's metaphorical sweet shop. He lapped it up. He dropped you a text; home soon. I'll make dinner.

Making himself a fresh coffee, Kento felt his pocket buzzing. His humming stopped at the Unknown Number on screen, eyebrows pinching together. He answered, stirring his coffee.

"Nanami Kento speaking."

Initial silence. An awkward rustle. Kento waited.

"...Nanamin. I'm sorry, I...I didn't know who else to call. I'm in trouble." Kento turned his back on his coffee, pacing in front of his desk, a prickle of fear up his spine.

"Itadori-kun. Where are you?"

"I'm...I'm downtown. I was arrested. I was only trying to help--"

"I'll be right there. Don't say anything. You're safe. I'll be straight there."

Kento put the phone down, concern clipping his movements. He looked down at his phone, thinking. He tapped out two more text messages, grabbed his travel mug, and headed out to his car in long, purposeful strides.

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By the time Kento arrived, guided into the station by a receptionist, he scowled to see Yuuji being interrogated at a desk by an officer.

"I swear, I was just checkin' the place out, just--just bein' stupid, I didn't mean--"

"--didn't think the "No Entry" signs were for you, huh? What was the plan, go in and wreck the place? Damn kids--"

"Excuse me for interrupting. I don't believe you're supposed to be interviewing minors without a chaperone."

The police officer stopped, bristling as he looked up at Kento, looming down over him. Kento silenced Yuuji with a heavy hand on the shoulder. A travel mug of hot coffee was gently pressed into Yuuji's hands.

"Don't answer him, Yuuji. We're waiting for your lawyer."

Yuuji looked so small and tired, folded over on himself, that Kento felt a prickle of cold rage frost through him at Yuuji's treatment.

Kento's eyes flicked across the desk. He noted paperwork, with Yuuji's name. He noticed the 'Next of Kin' section...empty. Kento's stomach clenched, and his grip on Yuuji's shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly. The police officer shivered under a chilly gaze.

"Nanamin...I'm sorry--"

"I'm sure you have nothing to be sorry for. This man, however--" the officer's blood ran cold when Kento's eyes swung to him again, "--should know better than to bully a child."

A rustle and a clatter sounded behind Kento and Yuuji. Yuuji heard a deep voice, apologising for knocking something off a desk, before another hand landed on his other shoulder. Yuuji gaped up.

"...Higuruma?" Hiromi glanced down, coal-soft eyes belying a little smile. The police officer sputtered into his coffee, looking frantically between the two men, now.

"Higuruma? Shit. I don't get paid enough for this."

"I assume you're charging my client with something." Hiromi sat, crossing his legs, hands clasped on his lap.

"He broke into an abandoned hospital--"

"Was it locked?"

"...ahhh..."

"Did he cause any damage?" Total silence. Hiromi cleared his throat.

"Did my client come with you willingly?" The police officer's face twisted, bitter and snide.

Hiromi blinked once, slowly. "I see. So, simple trespass really? With a minor, first offence? A caution at most, really, isn't it."

Yuuji looked over to Kento, who was busy scribbling something on Yuuji's paperwork, while Hiromi ground the police officer into the dirt on the other side of him.

"I assume you felt something inside the hospital. You weren't investigating just for fun?" A stern gaze through tinted lens.

"No, I...I think there's a Curse in there. Didn't get to it before I ran into the cops."

A hum. "Ah. I'll get Ijichi onto it." Yuuji nodded, his eyes prickling with tears. Kento's hand tightened on his shoulder, grounding him, a flood of warmth down through his body.

"How long were you here for? Before you decided to call me."

"Uh...four or five hours." A pregnant pause from Kento. A sigh, Kento's voice softening.

"You can always call me, Yuuji." Kento stood, straightening his cuffs. "You'll come home with me for dinner. You're hungry." Yuuji's belly rumbled in response. Kento's lips almost quirked at Yuuji's sunny grin, reminded of another boy he once knew.

In due time, Yuuji was released with a caution. Hiromi clapped him on the shoulder with a lopsided smile, giving Yuuji's jaw a pat, before leaving for home. Yuuji stood, glancing at his paperwork on the desk.

In the previously empty "Next of Kin" section, in neat block capitals, with a phone number and address, was listed: NANAMI KENTO.

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