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satorusugurugurl · 6 months ago

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Weak Spot

Summary: Cuddling on the couch leads to a fascinating discovery.

Pairing: Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU), Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, FAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,141

Warning: horny reader, whimpers, moans, trying to stay quiet, accidental orgasms, tickling, roughhousing, foot massages, foot play if you squint?? Hair pulling, public smexy stuff, hugging, of weak spots

A/N: Just a quick series of blurbs with JJK men finding your weak spots thank you for all of your suggestions!!

**MDNI!!**

Choso Kamo:

The evening you had started as a quiet one. You and Chosi sat on your couch watching some rom-com you had picked out. You’re fully invested in the film, lying on your side munching away at popcorn as Choso lies behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. His eyes are heavy, and he drops his head to your shoulder with a tired hum.

There was nothing out of the ordinary when he did that. Resting your chins on each other's shoulders was something both of you often did—sort of a silent way of expressing the love the two of you shared. But, the second Choso rubs his chin over the spot where your shoulder meets your neck, you cry out, covering your mouth.

At first, your boyfriend freezes up, eyes widening at the sound leaving your lips. For a moment, Choso thought that maybe he had hurt you, but as he felt your trembling against him, he knew that’s not the case. You moaned so loud like you did when he would fuck you. That reaction made him move his chin harder over the same spot. The moan that leaves your mouth has his cock twitching in his pants as your body rocks back.

“C-Cho—w-waah!” He rubs harder, his large hands leaving your waist to cup your breasts gently. “Ah—fuck, nnngh.” The way your body jerks as if you’re trying to escape his grasp has him groping you harder, pulling your back into his chest. “Choso, h-hold on a second baby.”

“I found it.” His gruff voice whispers over your neck, causing goose flesh to rise over your arms. “Found your weak spot.”

“B-Babe—ah~ wait~!” Your boyfriend's hands grope your hips, his chin digging into your sweet spot as his hips rut against your ass. “C-Cho-Choso.”

Your boyfriend hums in approval. Hearing you get off without him even touching you between the legs fills him with a certain sense of pride. The strange new feeling has him rubbing circles into your sweet spot with the tip of his chin. The pressure, gentle rubbing, and the feeling of his hot breath against your skin have you pressing your thighs together.

You were crying out softly, whimpering into the back of your hand. The sensations and stimulation to your neck had a pleasure twisting in your lower abdomen, your underwear soaked. All of it felt so good, but it wasn’t enough to send you over the edge just yet; it was the feeling of Choso’s hardening erection that had you teetering on the edge like you were a tightrope walker.

“Haaah~ oh fuck.”

Chiso chuckled deeply, “Yeah, you want more.” He digs his chin into that spot on your neck, and you can even form words.

“Ngggh! Hah! Fuck~ c-cumming—c-cumm—” One of your hands reached back, turning at his dark locks of hair, while the other clawed at the cushion of the couch as your orgasm hit you.

Your boyfriend opens his mouth to speak but can’t even begin to find the words to say. His focus is drawn to you. You’re shaking; legs pressed firmly together as you tug a bit harder on his hair with each wave of the orgasm you ride.

“O-Oh fuck,” you whine, feeling his breathing heavily, “I-I can’t believe I just—nngh!” Yours flipped so your face is pushed against the sofa, and Choso is scrambling behind your, yanking your sweats down as you feel his hard cock rutting over the curve of your ass.

“So hot; need to feel you do that again, but this time on my cock, okay?” His voice is desperate, shaking, and full of horny desire. “Is that okay, honey?”

“More than okay; give it to me, Cho~!”

Gojo Satoru:

A black blindfold flew past your head as you squeaked, turning the corner into the living room. “I-I said I was sorry!” You squealed happily as your boyfriend followed close behind. “I didn’t know you were ticklish on your ribs! I swear! I promise!!” You don’t even come close to meeting the front door as you’re gently tackled to the soft rug.

“That’s the last time I ever let my infinity down around you!” He playfully growls as he crawls on top of you, fingers wiggling around your face. “In the meantime. I do believe some form of payback is due!”

You can’t protest because his fingers are tickling your sides. “Ah! No! Hahah!” You scream, kicking your legs out as you’re trying to strip his hands from tickling against your rib cage. Every attempt you make to stop him is thwarted as it easily evades your grasp.

Long fingers that you usually love, we’re now you’re the mortal enemy. They move against your cage, tickling every spot that you weren’t sure if Gojo assumed they were or if the bastard was using Six-Eyes to his advantage. Because each time his fingers grazed over your rib cage, which also happened to be your weak spot, you squirmed underneath your boyfriend. You tried to hide the moans with laughter; it was useless because, despite desperately trying to hide them, your squirming legs were all Satoru needed to see.

He kept his fingers moving, tickling you faster, smirking as you bit down on your bottom lip. “Mmmnngh!” your friend is trying to free himself. “Satoru! Stop! Please!” you cried out in between laughs and moans.

“Why?” he cooed with a smirk, “Why do you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

“B-Be—aha!” Your back arched as your mouth dropped. “I-I ah!”

“Is it because you're getting all hot and bothered?”

“No!”

“You’re a liar~”

“Mmmm fuck! Ooooh fuck!” Your chest heaved as you shook underneath him, his hips slotting between yours as the smell of musk and clean linen invaded your senses, making you feel high. Off of the pleasure, the tension, everything just seemed to enhance the pleasure that was pulsating in your pussy. “Fuck!”

“Hehe! Someone’s gettin’ all wet and turned on~!”

“T-Toru!”

“Yeah~? Want me to fu—”

“C-Cumming!”

Your body arched, shaking as your friend clamped your thighs together, but Satoru’s body stopped you from doing so. Just allowing you to kick your legs out, toes curling as you cummed hard. Satoru’s face turned a bright red as he pulled his hands away from your ribs. You lay there on the ground panting heavily, covering your eyes with your forearm, the shame of what just happened fostered inside your chest.

Satoru was silent for the longest moment, his eyes meeting yours as he sputtered and blinked, a trickle of blood running from his nose. “D-Did you just cum?” you could only groan, nodding once.

“T-Tickling my ribs, I-it’s my weak spot ass.”

“O-Oh—” you both sat in silence, “uhm sweetie.”

“Huh?” you pulled your arm away, “what?”

Satoru started tugging your leggings down, panting like a feral animal. “Let me tickle you again with my cock inside of you!” you squeaked as he pounced on you grinding his hips against yours. That night, you both learned that Satoru had a bit of a tickling kink and that you were happy to serve him.

Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU):

“Are you sure about this?” your boyfriend asked gently as he took a marker and marked where your cartilage piercing was going to go.“You're okay with me piercing you?”

“You were perfectly fine piercing me last night.” you waggle your eyebrows at him before taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he deadpans.

“That was with my cock, this is a big ass needle that’s gonna be stabbed through your fucking ear.” He gently holds your earlobe, giving it a gentle tug. “Dor—”

“Mmm!” Your eyes go wide as your hands fly up to cover your mouth. Your earlobe is being held between Sukuna’s thumb and index finger. His eyes are slightly wide as he stares at your ear in stunned silence.

Crimson eyes search your face as if looking for the answer as to why you made such a sexual noise over him, touching your ear. But you don’t say anything, your eyes darting around his workspace at the tattoo shop. Slightly annoyed by your lack of attention, focused on him. Your boyfriend narrows his eyes before giving your earlobe another sharp tug.

“Nnngh!!” you moan into the palms of your hands, trying to silence the noise that threatens to escape.

Noticing that your eyes are still averted from his, Sukuna gently runs his fingers up your ear, caressing it slowly and sensually, as if it was your pussy that he teased and edged the night before. With each stroke of his black, gloved finger, you twitch and turn against his chair, your hands clamping down harder over your mouth.

Your boyfriend stands up, crawling up onto the chair with you, his leg strategically placed on either side of your hips, trapping you underneath the large frame of his body. His eyes darken with lust as he rubs his finger back down to your earlobe slowly back up. The way you arched slightly against the covered black chair had his cock tightening in his pants; his breathing was heavy as he pulled his hand away.

“Fuck,” you gently whisper into the room, finally removing your hands. “Kuna, uhm may—e-eegh!” you get your teeth as your boyfriend leans his tattooed face down, blowing against your sensitive earlobe. The sensation has your eyes rolling back as you moan loudly, not even trying to muffle the sounds. “K-Kuna!” His left gloved hand shoots up, covering your mouth as he takes your earlobe between his teeth, gently nibbling on it.

Your eyes are all back as you buck your hips upward, searching for something to grind yourself on as pleasure explodes within your abdomen. You��ve always had sensitive ears, but none of your partners in the past have ever played with them before. So for Sukuna to not only massage the sensitive flesh but also take it between his teeth and gently suck on it, you were shocked to be getting off on it.

Here you were, having your boyfriend suckle and nip at your ear as his hand kept clamped over your mouth. Your hands shot up, gripping his black tank top, holding onto the fabric as pleasure rocks through every nerve of your body. A familiar coil tightened in your stomach, and for a second, you panicked before you realized this man, the man that you were falling in love with, was about to make you cum from playing with your ears.

All it takes is a nibble on the sensitive skin, and your eyes are wide as you rock shamelessly into the air. Your orgasm hits you fast and hard, giving you heart palpitations as you grip Sukuna tighter, holding onto him for dear life as you cum in the tattoo shop he works at. Your boyfriend sucks and gently nibbles at your skin. His hand was still firmly against your mouth, silencing the moans and whines threatening to alert his coworkers about what you were up to.

Your boyfriend only removes his hand from your mouth as you gently release your grip on his tank top. Pulling his gloved hand back, he stares down, panting heavily like some rabid animal. The way your breast moves up and down as you gasp for air, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, has him moving before you even think. You follow him with hazy eyes, watching as he rips the gloves off his hands, tossing them in the trash before he locks the door to his office.

“Take off your pants,” he grunts as he undoes the buckle to his belt. “I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to pierce both of your ears. And once they’re healed.” He sticks his tongue out, revealing his piercing that glimmers in the lights above. “ I’m gonna run my piercing up and down the sensitive studs that I’m going to put in your ears myself.”

Nanami Kento:

“Oooh, my god, my feet are killing me,” you mutter as you lie on the couch, and your husband sits down next to you, taking your feet gently and placing them in his lap. “Whoever invented high heels needs to be sent to hell.”

Nanami chuckles at his hands, gently moving to massage her clean feet. Both of you had just gotten out of showers and settled onto the couch for a quiet evening after nonstop meetings at the high school. Hair is brushed back, still damp, as his thumbs gently move up and down your feet, causing you to tell your head back and moan.

“Does that feel good?” he gently asked, increasing the pressure against the sole of your foot. You respond with another moan. I suppose I’ll take that as a yes.”

You lay your head back against the throw pillows, losing yourself in your husband’s gentle caresses as he works out the nuts and the sore tendons of your feet. It feels so sinfully good that it has you gently squirming against the couch. But when he gently runs his well-trimmed nails up, scratching the bottom of your foot, you moan. Not in satisfaction of the relief that his fingers bring, but one that is full of sexual desire.

Your hand stops just above the pad of your foot as his eyes slowly turn towards you. Both of you stare at one another in shock. That had never happened before. Nanami had given you plenty of massages in the past, so why was this one different?

“D-Did that hurt?” Kento asks. As he gently begins, he rubs your foot again.

“N-No, it just felt good.”

“Like this?” he continues to need your foot using his thumbs. But you don’t have the same reaction you did before. “Or this?” The second he’s dragging his nails from the tip of your toe down to your heel, pleasure erupts from you. “Oh, that was it.”

“O-Oh, my god!” He does it again and again and again. “K-Kento! Fuck!”

Honey brown eyes, watch as your toes curl with each scratch of his nail. “Huh~ I knew your neck was sensitiv., but this is something I’ve never seen before.” his scratches increase in speed, and his eyes are transfixed on your face, watching as you pant and moan, your back arching as you throw your head back. “If I didn’t know any better, I would assume that you’re about to have an orgasm.”

“Fuuuck~ fuck fuck~ Keeento!” You grab onto the sofa, back arching higher as your pussy begins to pulsate as intense pleasure reaches its peak. “Oh my god! Oooh, my fucking god!!” you scream out loud as you cum hard. You're shaking as you try, pulling your feet out of your husband’s lap only to have him pull them back, his nails scratching harder against the soles of your feet, extending your orgasm and making it all the more intense.

You don’t even have a chance to recover from your surprise orgasm when your husband is pulling you into his lap, making you straddle the hard bulge in his pajama pants. He grabs both sides of your hips and rocks you gently back and forth over his erection. His breath is hot against your mouth before he slams his lips against yours. His tongue doesn’t even ask for permission before sliding it into your mouth. It wraps around your tongue, and the lingering taste of white wine and chocolate dances over your taste buds, making your hips faster against Kento’s.

Your quiet evening wasn't as peaceful as you both had anticipated. But it was an evening that all massages were purely orgasmic.

Geto Suguru:

“Ya’ know, when you texted me at 10:20 at night asking me to come over, I didn’t think it was for this reason.” Suguru chuckles from behind you, twisting different strands of your hair in his hands. “But practicing braiding hair for the girls is kind of hot.”

“The girls have been begging me to do a different hairstyle. I could practice on myself, but it’s easier this way.” His words trail off, and you can’t help but smile at him in the mirror.

“Ah~ you just wanted to see me~!” Suguru’s tanned skin slightly flushed as he pouted. “Oooh baby, it’s okay~!”

“Alright l, alright, that’s enough out of you.” He grumbled, giving one of the sections a harsh tug.

You inhaled sharply, the sound choking out with a moan. Suguru winced, looking into the mirror before you to whisper a rushed apology until he saw the look on your face. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded as your hand was over your mouth. Geto stared down at you, eyes wide, as your whole body trembled.

“Did you just moan?”

“N-Nuh-uh-haaaah!” You yelped out a louder moan as Suguru tugged your hair again, harder this time. “Nnngh, oooh god.”

“You did!” He released the three sections of hair before running his fingers through the strands of your hair, gently caressing the crown of your head. You thought you were in the clear, but just as you were about to breathe out in relief, your boyfriend grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging it sharply. That breath of relief turned into a moan so sensual, so pornographic, Suguru tugged again.

“H-Haaah Suguru p-please!” You mewled as you gripped the bathroom sink, “I-I—fuck!”

Your eyes were watching him in the mirror, a sinister smirk on his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your back. Watching how your muscles tensed up with every tug, how goosebumps rose against your skin. Suguru was getting off on the fact you were squirming just like you did when his cock was buried deep inside of you.

“Fuccck, you’re so goddamn fuckin hot!” His hand tugged a handful of hair harder and harder. “You look like you’re in such a euphoric state. Are you seriously getting off on this?”

“I-I—fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.” Your nails scratched over the marble counter as Suguru pulled you up by your hair, bent you over the counter, and his fingers massaged your scalp. “S-Sugu-Suguru~!” You cried out as he pulled your hair back, smirking at you in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, Princess~ look at how turned on you are over me just playing with your hair.” His hot breath blew against your ear. “This is good to know for when I fuck you from behind, yeah? Is your pussy clamping down each time I tug?”

“F-Fuck! Fuuuck!” you grip the edge of the sink harder, your body shaking as your toes curl. “Sugu~!”

“If you beg, I’ll give you what you want.”

“N-No, Sugu, wait pl—”

“Wait~? You don’t want me to fuck you.” A final sharp tug was the last straw. You moaned loudly, eyes shut tight as you creamed your panties. You whispered and whined as you convulsed against the counter. Suguru stood behind you, biting his lip as he watched you unravel from something minuscule.

It was only when your body stopped shaking that Suguru released his grip on your hair. He was beginning to pull down his sweats when you were around, grabbing a handful of his dark, luscious locks and giving it a sharp tug. Suguru let out a moan that was just as pornographic as yours had been as you pulled him down to your height, glaring into his eyes.

“I-If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna tug your hair until you cum in your pants.”

As tempting as your threat was, Suguru would rather not cum in his sweats like a teenager. Instead, he grabbed your hips, whirling you back towards the mirror, and tugged your sweats down along with his own. “Yes, my Princess, as you wish.”

Toji Fushiguro:

You never thought domestic life would be for you in all your years. But when you met Toji, your views changed. Your boyfriend was a single father, and you were absolutely smitten by him. Toji was a bit brash and liked to gamble, but he was incredibly smart and spoiled you rotten. So you had no problem cooking dinner and helping around the house with his help. The longer you were with him, the more you loved it.

The three of you were a family.

Standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the three of you had become a nightly routine you adored. You were standing over the kitchen sink, washing the dishes you had soaked for a bit. You had time to kill, seeing that Megumi was finishing up a play date with his friend Yuuji. Yuuji’s dad would walk them home in about an hour and give them more than enough time to prepare dinner and clean the kitchen.

Just as you were finishing the dishes in the sink, large buff arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against a broad chest; the intoxicating smell of amber and driftwood wafted over Toji, buried his face and your neck. It was such a domestic gesture, and it had you weak in the knees.

“Fuck that food smells so good.” He grumbled, hugging you a bit tighter, stealing your breath away. “God, I’m so lucky to have you.” Toji groaned into your ear as he lightened his grip on you before squeezing you again.

The feeling of him robbing himself so tightly around you wasn’t at all painful. Instead, it was the exact opposite. You felt your body burning as he squeezed you tight before releasing you again. The smell of him, the feeling of his arms so muscular wrapped around you, and the slight oxygen deprivation always got you going. It was usually all of those factors individually. But to have them all happen simultaneously while he hugged you so tight, oh God, it got your blood boiling.

“You look so damn cute, too~” You whined in response, lifting a hand, your mouth covering it. “Say, if I bought you a cute little apron, would you wear it for me? Just the apron?” Another squeeze of his big arms had you moaning louder. “Oh, someone likes that idea, don’t they?”

When all you can do is whimper in response, Toji knows there’s more to your arousal than just the prospect of being his little housewife that has you squirming, how your breathing becomes more profound and shallow. It wasn’t just the idea of wearing an apron for him. It was because he had his arms wrapped around you; he pressed you back against his chest while he squeezed and released, constricting his arms around you.

“F-Fuck! Toji, oh God!” You rocked your hips back against his crotch, trying to release some of the building tension in your body. “Fuuuck~!”

Toji smirked, hugging you tighter. “What a kinky little girlfriend I have.” he ran his tongue over his top lip before hugging you even tighter as your body trembled. “Getting off from a hug~ good to know~!” Your boyfriend hugs you again. This time, you gripped the edge of the sink as you tried to warn him. But there was no way you were getting any words out from the pleasure that was rushing. “What ya’ gonna cum~? You’re shaking like you do right before you cum in my mouth.” You somehow managed to nod your head.

“G-Gonna~ gonna!”

“Go on then~ make a mess~”

With one final squeeze, your cummed with a shuttering gasp as your body shook and twitched against him. Your legs clamped tight together as Toji held you as tight as he could against him. His breathing was as ragged as yours as he took in your post-orgasmic appearance. Heavy breathing, flush cheeks, the way sweat beaded at your forehead from the intensity of the pleasure. Seeing you in such a state had him going feral.

“Fuck!” Toji picks you up, pressing you against the refrigerator, your skirt up, tugging your underwear. “We got about l thirty minutes before Meg’s gets home. In those next thirty minutes, I’m gonna make sure to hug you nice and tight, and in exchange, you make sure to hug my cock just tight with your pussy.” He growled into your ear; it was so raw and full of need that you took your bottom lip between your teeth and giggled. You might enjoy being his living girlfriend, but he was just as smitten with you as you were with him.

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simplygojo · 2 months ago

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Gettin' A Full Service

a/n: Y'all I'm so sorry im nothin but a nasty dog bc no way this is 4.3k 💀. ANYWHO this smutty fic idea came to me when seeing the art used as the cover for this by @actuallyvalerie (original art is linked here), I just couldn't help myself from writing this...heh. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please read the Request Guidelines before submitting a request <33

Pairing: Mechanic!Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Word Count: 4.3k (im a nasty dog y'all...)

Warnings: 18+ content, SMUT!, oral (f receiving), intercourse, choking, pet names, mndi

^^ art by @actuallyvalerie

The low rumble of engines filled the air as you stepped into the garage, the familiar scents of motor oil and gasoline swirling around you. Your heartbeat quickened the moment you caught sight of him—Toji Fushiguro.

He was bent over the hood of his car, focused on something behind the propped-up hood.

The muscles in his broad back flexed as he worked, his white tank top clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. His strong arms glistened with a light sheen of sweat, smudged with streaks of oil that only added to the raw masculinity he exuded.

A dark smear ran along his sharp jawline, the grease contrasting with his striking, rugged features. The late afternoon sun filters through the wide windows of Toji’s garage, casting long shadows across the floor as you lean against the doorframe, watching him work.

His muscles flexed as he tightened a bolt with practiced ease. His black hair falls into his eyes, and he grunts, annoyed, pushing it back with his forearm before continuing.

You can’t help but smile at the sight. Toji, focused and in his element, and it was really turning you on…

The way he concentrated on the task at hand, brow furrowed and lips slightly parted as he grunted with effort, was enough to send heat coursing through you. Each twist of the wrench, every subtle shift of his frame, seemed to radiate raw masculinity, igniting a spark of desire deep within you.

Your pulse quickened, and you felt a warmth pooling in your core, drawn in by the mix of confidence and sheer masculinity he exuded.

Toji, sensing your gaze, glances over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You gonna stand there all day or actually say something?” His voice is teasing, rough around the edges, but there’s that familiar smirk tugging at his lips, the one that makes your heart skip a beat.

You push off the doorframe and walk over, hands in your pockets, pretending to study the car (like you gave a damn) as if you understand half of what he’s doing.

“Just admiring the view,” you reply with a grin, leaning against the workbench. “You sure know how to make fixing a car look… good.”

Toji snorts, wiping the grease from his hands onto a rag before tossing it aside. “Yeah? Well, don’t get used to it. Not many people get a free show.”

You roll your eyes at his usual bravado but can’t deny that there’s something captivating about him. He straightens up, towering over you with that smug grin still firmly in place. “What, you just came here to stare?”

You shrug, deciding to play along. “Maybe. Can’t blame me, right? You’re good at what you do.”

His smirk widens, and he steps closer, towering over you now. There’s an intensity in his gaze, but it’s softened by the playful glint in his eyes. “You saying I should charge for it?”

You laugh, lightly shoving him. “Please, you’d drive everyone away with that attitude.”

He chuckles, leaning back against the car, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Probably. But you’re still here, so I must be doing something right.”

You look up at him, biting back a smile. “Guess I’m the lucky one, huh?”

Toji’s eyes narrow playfully, but there’s a warmth in his gaze that wasn’t there before. “Damn right.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the garage filling the space once again.

After a moment, you speak again, your voice softer. “Need any help?”

Toji glances at you, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You offering?”

You shrug, moving closer to inspect the tools scattered on the workbench. “Maybe. I’m not exactly a mechanic, but I can hold a wrench.”

He snorts, amused, and hands you a tool.

“Don’t hurt yourself. That’s my job.”

You take it, rolling your eyes at his comment. But as you stand next to him, following his instructions and working together on the car, there’s a quiet contentment in the air.

You grip the wrench, watching Toji’s hands as he guides yours to the right bolt. His touch is firm, steady, sparking a heat between your thighs. His body is so close to yours that you felt the warmth radiating off him.

You try to focus on the task at hand, but with Toji standing over you, the subtle scent of engine oil mixed with his cologne makes your heart race, and it's hard to concentrate.

"Like this?" You ask, adjusting the wrench in your hand, trying to distract yourself from your dirty thoughts.

Toji’s lips twitch into a smirk as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"Tighten it, don’t baby it, baby."

You roll your eyes but smile despite yourself. You give the wrench another turn, putting more effort into it this time.

"There. Happy?" You ask, looking up at him.

Toji’s gaze flickers down to meet yours, and for a moment, the air between you seems to thicken.

His eyes darken, a hint of something playful yet dangerous lurking in them.

He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans in even closer, so close you can feel the brush of his arm against yours.

"Not bad," he murmurs, his voice low. His big arms reached over you and tightened the bolt even more, just showing off his strength. "Maybe you’re not as useless around here as I thought."

You narrow your eyes at him, though there’s no real annoyance in your expression. "Oh, please. I’m the best help you’ve ever had."

Toji’s grin widens, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Big words for someone who didn’t even know where the wrench was five minutes ago."

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can, he reaches past you to grab another tool, his arm brushing against your side.

He doesn’t move away, staying so close that your shoulders are practically touching. It’s deliberate—you can tell by the smug look on his face.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t back down. Instead, you let your own smile grow, deciding to meet his teasing head-on.

"Maybe I don’t know cars, but I know you like showing off. How long did it take you to fix that last engine again? Two hours?"

Toji lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying your banter. "Two hours, and it was perfect. Don’t forget that part."

You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. "Perfect, huh? Or just barely passable?"

He narrows his eyes at you, though there’s a playful edge in his gaze.

"Careful. You’re gonna talk yourself out of a favour if you keep that up."

"Oh? What favour?" you ask, leaning against the car now, your arms crossed, fully enjoying the back-and-forth.

Toji leans down, bringing his face closer to yours, his grin shifting into something more dangerous, more tempting. "The one where I let you stick around here. Don’t think I’ll keep you around for free."

Your breath hitches slightly, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you match his energy, pushing back without missing a beat.

"Oh, so you’re saying I have to work to earn my keep? What’s the price, then? More wrench-holding?"

He chuckles again, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through the air between you.

His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the teasing fades into something heavier, something that lingers in the charged space between your bodies.

He’s close enough now that you can see the flecks of green in his eyes, close enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off him.

"Nah," Toji says, his voice dropping an octave, turning more serious but still holding that playful tone.

"I’ve got enough wrenches. I’m thinkin’ of something a little more… personal."

You can feel your pulse quicken, but you don’t look away. "Oh? Like what?"

He leans in, just barely brushing his lips against your ear.

"Guess you’ll just have to stick around to find out."

For a second, the world seems to slow down, your senses overwhelmed by the proximity of him, the way his voice sends shivers down your spine.

But before you can say anything, Toji pulls back, the smirk returning to his face as he casually grabs another tool and turns back to the car, as if nothing just happened.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart still pounding in your chest.

Toji always knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to get under your skin in a way that leaves you wanting more.

“Tease,” you mutter under your breath, shaking your head with a smile.

Toji glances over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“I’m not teasing this time, I’m just busy. Like I said, stick around...”

His voice was low, almost serious, but that playful gleam in his eyes hasn’t faded.

He gives you a wink, and something about the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

You open your mouth to reply, but words seem to get stuck in your throat. The way he’s looking at you right now—like you’re the only thing in the room worth paying attention to��makes your pulse quicken.

The air between you feels heavy, charged with an energy you can’t quite name.

Toji watches your reaction closely, his grin fading into something softer, more intense. He drops the tool he was holding onto the workbench and turns fully toward you, wiping his hands on the rag before tossing it aside.

“You really think I’m just messin’ with you?”

Your breath catches as he steps closer, closing the already small distance between you. His presence is overwhelming—tall, broad, and carrying that rough, irresistible confidence he always seems to have.

But this time, there’s something else in the way he looks at you, something different. His teasing smirk is gone, replaced by a look that makes your heart race.

“Toji…” you start, but you’re not even sure what you want to say.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your chin, tilting your face up so that you’re forced to meet his eyes. The touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender.

“I’m serious,” he says quietly, his voice low and rough around the edges. “You think I haven’t noticed? The way you look at me, the way you linger around here like you’re waitin’ for something to happen.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or anticipation.

Maybe both.

But before you can respond, Toji’s hand slips from your chin, moving to rest against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through you.

“I’ve been holding back,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, like he’s been keeping this confession locked away for too long.

The dark, dangerous edge in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. His grip on you tightens slightly, a subtle indication of just how much control he’s been forcing himself to maintain.

You’re painfully aware of how close he is now—his broad frame nearly eclipsing yours, his body radiating a heat that makes it harder to breathe. The faint scents of oil and metal lingers in the air, mixing with something distinctly him. It’s intoxicating.

“M’didn’t wanna push too far, but... maybe I’ve been waitin' for you to give me the green light.” His words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in velvet. It’s like a line drawn in the sand, daring you to cross it.

Your heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Every inch of you is hyper-aware of Toji—the way his hand lingers on your neck, the way his gaze seems to devour you. You want this. God, you want this.

“What if I gave you that green light right now?” The words leave your lips before you can fully process them, but there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing.

For a fleeting moment, Toji’s pupils dilate, his eyes narrowing with something primal, something dangerous. The smirk that spreads across his face is no longer playful—it’s predatory.

“Then I wouldn’t waste any more time.”

Before you can draw another breath, his mouth crashes down on yours, and it’s like a dam breaking—everything he’s been holding back unleashed in one searing, possessive kiss.

His hands move from your throat to your waist, pulling you against him so fiercely that your feet nearly leave the ground.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses you. His lips are demanding, rough, as if he’s staking a claim.

You can feel the pent-up tension in every movement—the way his teeth graze your lower lip, the way his hands grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he loosens his hold.

Your hands move instinctively to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling him even closer.

You match his intensity, giving in to the heat that’s been simmering between you both for far too long. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against yours ignites a fire low in your belly, making you ache for more.

Toji pulls back for just a moment, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours as he catches his breath. His eyes, hooded and dark, search yours as if looking for any trace of hesitation. But there is none.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” His voice is low, rumbling with barely restrained need.

Your answer comes not in words but in the way you tug him back to you, pressing your lips to his once more, harder this time, as if you’re trying to tell him with your body what your words can’t quite express.

Toji groans softly, the sound vibrating against your mouth as his hands begin to explore, sliding under the hem of your shirt.

His touch is scorching, sending jolts of electricity through your skin.

There’s an urgency now, a desperation in the way his hands roam your body, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

Your back hits the cold metal of his car behind you, the chill momentarily cutting through the heat between you, but it only seems to heighten the tension.

Toji’s hands are firm on your waist, holding you in place against the cool surface, his body pressed against yours in a way that has your pulse racing.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes smouldering with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. The darkness in his gaze has only grown deeper, and when he speaks, his voice is rough, husky, full of raw need.

“I’ve been patient,” he mutters, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your jeans. “But you don’t want me to hold back anymore, do you?”

The way he says it, the low growl in his voice, sends a wave of heat straight to your throbbing pussy.

You can only manage a small shake of your head, your throat too tight to form any words.

His lips twist into a smirk, something predatory glinting in his eyes as he steps back just enough to grab you by the waist and hoist you effortlessly onto the hood of the car behind you.

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them off your legs, letting his hands roam your skin.

The cold metal beneath you contrasts sharply with the warmth of his body as he steps between your legs, spreading them open with a firm grip on your thighs.

“You’ve been teasing me, y’know that?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous as his hands trace the outline of your hips, fingers brushing the edge of your panties.

“You comin’ in here wearing these tight jeans, given’ me those looks.”

Before you can respond, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and, with one sharp tug, the fabric tears apart in his hands.

The sound of it—quick and final—echoes in the small garage, and the cool air hits your skin, making you gasp.

Toji’s eyes darken as he looks down at you, his gaze hungry and unrestrained. He licks his lips, the smirk from earlier gone, replaced with something far more serious.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up your inner thighs, rough fingers brushing the sensitive skin as he leans down, bringing his face closer to your dripping cunt. His breath ghosts over your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Such a pretty sight.”

He pauses for a second, his thumb brushing dangerously close to your center, teasing, but not yet giving you the touch you desperately need. You squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back with pleasure.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he lets his thumb slide over your slick folds, testing your reaction, watching the way your body responds under his touch. The anticipation, the raw hunger in his gaze, it’s all too much, and you let out a desperate moan.

Your breath hitches as Toji's thumb slides teasingly through your folds, his touch both rough and deliberate.

You try to bite back the groan threatening to escape your lips, but the way his eyes flicker up to meet yours tells you he notices everything.

“Don’t hold back now,” he rasps, his voice gravelly, sending shivers down your spine.

“I wanna hear every pretty sound you make.”

Before you can react, he dips his head between your thighs, and the warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin makes your body tremble. His hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you in place, as his tongue traces a slow, agonizing path over your slick heat.

Your gasp echoes through the garage, head falling back against the hood of his car as pleasure surges through you.

You feel Toji’s lips curl into a smirk against you, clearly enjoying the way your body reacts to his touch.

He doesn’t hold back—his tongue flicks, swirls, and sucks, each movement precise and calculated, as though he’s savouring every moment of this.

“Fuck, Toji—” you gasp, your hands instinctively flying to his hair, tugging at the dark strands as the heat builds inside you.

Toji growls in response, the vibrations of his voice against your pussy sending waves of pleasure through you, making your thighs shake.

He dives in deeper, his mouth working relentlessly, tasting every inch of you, each flick of his tongue pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The sensation is overwhelming—his lips, his tongue, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open for him, like you’re his to devour.

It’s too much and not enough all at once. Every brush of his mouth over your clit sends electricity shooting through your body, and leaves you whining for more.

Your hips buck instinctively, seeking more, needing more of the pleasure he’s giving you.

Toji chuckles, dark and amused, his voice muffled as he continues to work you with his mouth. “So needy,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet against your heated skin. “I like that.”

It’s like he knows exactly how to unravel you, like he’s been waiting for this moment, studying you, learning your body, just so he could do this—just so he could make you fall apart beneath him.

“Toji—m' gonna cum,” you choke out, your voice barely a whisper, but he knows what you need.

He speeds up, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, the relentless pace driving you higher and higher, until the world falls away and all that’s left is him, his touch, and the pleasure that crashes over you in waves.

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs clamping around his head as your body shakes with the intensity of it.

But Toji doesn't let up, continuing to lap at you, drawing out your pleasure until you're trembling from the aftershocks.

Finally, he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening as he looks up at you with a satisfied grin, eyes dark with lust. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, standing back up, towering over you once again.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he rasps, his voice a low growl that sends another wave of heat through your body.

Before you can catch your breath, his large hand slides behind your neck, gripping it firmly, but not harshly.

He lifts you from your position on the car, pulling you up until you’re sitting in front of him, your legs dangling off the edge of the hood. His hand lingers at your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse, feeling the rapid beat of your heart.

Your body is still humming with the afterglow of your orgasm, but when you glance down and see Toji’s other hand move to the waistband of his pants, your breath hitches again.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he unbuttons them slowly, deliberately, the tension between you thickening once more.

Toji's eyes gleamed with that dark hunger as his grip on your neck tightened just a fraction, enough to remind you who was in control. His free hand moved to the back of your thigh, pulling you forward on the car until you could feel the heat of him between your legs.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice low and rough as his hand caressed the curve of your hip, dragging you closer to him.

“So pretty, all spread out for me.”

Your breath caught as you felt the tip of him brush against your entrance, your entire body already aching for him, needing more. You leaned into his grip on your neck, your pulse racing beneath his fingers as you whispered,

“Please, Toji…”

He chuckled darkly at the desperation in your voice, his grin widening as he pressed himself just a little harder against you, teasing you.

“Please what, baby? You gotta use your words.”

You squirmed under his grip, your body screaming for more contact, for him to stop teasing.

“God Toji—I want y’to fuck me,” you said in frustration, your voice barely audible as your body begged for him.

“Good girl.” His voice was a low, approving growl as he finally lined himself up with you, his voice sent another wave of heat to your aching pussy. Without another word, he pulled you forward, thrusting into you in one swift motion.

The sudden stretch had you gasping, eyes wide as your walls adjusted to his size, the feeling of him filling you completely was overwhelming.

Toji groaned, his grip on your neck tightening as he stilled inside you, savouring the feeling for just a moment. You grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on yours as each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

Your hands instinctively reached for him, fingers tangling in his dark hair as you clung to him, every nerve in your body on fire. Toji’s lips curled into a smug grin at the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to melt under his touch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He rasped, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer while maintaining his rough pace. His grip on your neck shifted to pull your head back slightly.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“It’s so good,” you moaned, your voice trembling as he began to pick up the pace, the force of his thrusts making the car creak beneath you.

Every movement pushed you higher, the pressure building inside you all over again as Toji took you apart piece by piece.

Toji’s pace became relentless, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, and your body was a live wire, every nerve tingling under his touch. The pressure inside you built impossibly fast, the pleasure coiling tight in your core, threatening to snap.

“Toji—" you whimpered, barely able to form words as he drove into you, your body quivering beneath him.

Hot tears pricked at your eyes from the overstimulation you felt—never ever had anyone fucked you like this.

He groaned at the sound of your voice, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That’s it, pretty girl. Cum f’me," he rasped, his hand tightening around your neck just enough to send a thrill through you.

The roughness of his voice, the commanding way he held you—it pushed you over the edge.

Your body tensed, the world spinning as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left you gasping, your walls clenching tightly around him as wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You cried out his name followed by a pornographic moan, legs trembling, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode the intensity of it, your whole body shaking as the pleasure overtook you.

Toji’s hand slipped from your neck, sliding down to your waist as he kept moving, working you through the aftershocks as your body convulsed beneath him.

“There you go,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction, his hips slowing as he watched the way you writhed under him, completely lost in the ecstasy he’d given you.

Panting and spent, your body collapsed back against the car, your chest heaving as the last waves of your orgasm rolled through you.

Toji’s eyes gleamed with pride as he pulled out, his hands still possessively resting on your hips.

"You look so damn pretty when you cum," he murmured, leaning down to press a rough kiss against your lips, your body still tingling from the intensity of it all.

You were utterly spent, trembling in the aftermath, but as Toji’s lips curled into that familiar smirk, you knew...

He wasn’t done with you yet.

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twinkletfout · 16 days ago

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I got the most down bad thought ever and it's for the Toji girlies!!!!

Imagine you watching a movie laying down on Toji's lap, him watching the movie with you, but you were immersed looking at your phone that you didn't notice Toji slightly squirming under you, he was gently massaging your head, you noticed him pulling your hair back from your forehead. Finally you let yourself look at him, taking your eyes off of the screen, and oh.. boy, he was most definitely not paying attention to the movie at all. His face flushed, as he looked over at you unfocused and hazy, it was too lewd to even look at that face. That's when you finally realised the familiar girth nudging on your cheek.

He raised one of his eyebrows, a sly smirk growing on his face when you noticed. The hand that was gently massaging your scalp came to clasp around your jaw, his thump grazing over your lower lip. His other hand came up to fist his growing arousal, "keep it warm for me?" When he felt you take his thumb slip past your lips, a gentle praise left his mouth.

And the way he used your mouth as he pleased, as you tried to hold your phone still, your nails clawing to his clothed thigh, spit dripping down and dampening his boxers and grey sweat pants, eyes blurry with tears, that you couldn't even see the screen. The hand that was gently patting your head was clutching on your hair so harshly to keep you in place as he rutted into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your thighs were clenching at the sound of him groaning. Oh, and when he cums? He makes sure you swallow it all down, every, last, drop.

'But.. wait, what was the movie even about?'

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sserafin · 6 months ago

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Jjk characters on your birthday

incl: Gojo,Nanami,Toji,Sukuna,Inumaki,Choso

And yes, happy pride month to y'all and happy b'day to me. Will be posting part 2 soon and sorry for taking so long to make your requests, I'll make them soon 🙏

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mindless-existence1 · 25 days ago

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imagine being Satoru Gojo's roomate and he has a massive crush on you. Naturally he has to relieve tension but the walls are so thin. With your rooms so close together you can hear everything.

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Gojo's poorly muffled moans seem to bounce off the walls. He can hear himself whimpering into the fabric of a bunched up shirt and he knows he sounds pathetic.

Your names drips from his lips like it's a sinful plea. Gojo's hand speeds up its movement, a squelched noise drifts to his ears making his face flush red. The embarrassment quickly wears off as a new wave of pleasure washes over him.

You had left for a meeting at Jujutsu Tech he was skipping and should be home soon. Gojo knew it was risky but the outfit you were wearing and built up tension was making him needy.

Gojo could feel his release rapidly approaching, the feeling buring in his core. He hand quickly stilled when he heard the door of your shared apartment shut.

"Satoru?"

Fuck.

With heavy breathing Gojo dropped the hand covering his mouth. With a displeased groan he started to clean himself up. "One sec." He calls out to you.

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Gojo was finally alone in his room again. You had complained about the meeting snd informed him on everything he missed. After eating dinner and watching a movie the two of you were settling down.

Gojo shuffled a bit to lean against his bed frame. After situating he was in the familiar position of having a shirt pressed against his face to keep from being too loud and one hand desperately pumping his length.

The shirt he had was yours. He knew it was a perv move but he couldn't help it. It was one of your lounge shirt that smelled like you. Soft and warm, it was like you were there with him. Like it was your hand and not his.

Like a mantra your voice came from Gojos wet lips. His breath hitched when he heard a shuffling sound come from your bedroom that is next to his. Gojo whined into the clothing, thoughts of you being so close yet so far filled his brain.

He was imagining you doing the same as him, oh how he wishes you were there with him. Gojo could feel himself quickly approaching his high, he knew he was getting too loud but he couldn't bring himself to care.

In minutes he was coming on his hand and sleep shirt with a low groan. Throwing his head back he let out breathy sighs in content.

Gojo dropped his hand from his face that was holding your shirt. He stuffed it into his bedside drawer with his clean hand.

"So that's where that shirt went." Gojo froze at the sound of your voice. His eyes went to his door to see you leaning against the frame. As if he was stuck in place Gojo couldn't find the words to defend himself.

He sees you slowly make your way towards his bed, Gojo comes back to himself enough the grab his blanket and cover his lower half. As he trys to sputter out an excuse you cut him off with a deep kiss that effectively shuts him up.

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chosos-mascara · 2 years ago

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heat

𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖��𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - gojo isn't human. even if you can't explain it, you can feel it, in more ways than one.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - werewolf!gojo, human!reader, ovulation/in heat, pulling out, office sex, mention of knotting, gojo can smell reader's ovulation, mates/fated pair

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Gojo had been among a rare breed in Tokyo, and to most, the beast within him would be undetected and ignored. Werewolves had been nothing more than a fairytale to humans, a screen that neither alpha or omega would lift. If humans had found truth behind their stories it wouldn't end well for either species, and with a peace pact between night crawler and beast, there had been little need to make supernatural presence known.

Geto had been Gojo's beta; a right hand man to his close friend, and one of the only beings Gojo could trust with his life.

Among those people, you had stood proudly.

You hadn't been aware of this, though. Gojo's characteristic coolness when around you, the tilted smirk and smooth words he'd use purely to fluster you had been ones you'd assumed him to use on many - but this fact would be wrong. From the moment his pretty blue eyes had laid on your warm skin and wide smile, he'd sworn his heart had felt fuller.

Gojo had found you irresistible for many reasons. Your hard working nature second to the sweet face and laid-back attitude you'd displayed so easily to him; your presence had been his favourite within the office after only a week of knowing you. He'd been head of Gojo Inc, a face you hadn't expected to be a regular part of your working day, yet he'd made time to spend with you each afternoon. A few colleagues had commented on the uncommon interaction between himself and a lowly administrator, though all had met with disciplinary action from Gojo himself.

Geto had theorised you to be Gojo's fated one, though he'd brushed this off - mates were a kind story told to desperate wolves on the brink of insanity. A last resort to runts, a desperate grab from an alpha to keep their packs sane. And, if a fated being had been true, how could it be that the moon goddess would pair him with a human? No, you were simply his muse; a fresh face and a new toy to play with. Gojo had restraint and had known not to take this further than flushing you in conversation or causing heart to race, a close proximity between he and you within the confides of the elevator - but, what was this smell?

Ovulation had been a thing you'd noticed, but ignored. Being single and years from settling down, you'd paid little attention to the changes your body made each month - the only difference in routine had been increased use of silicone toy.

"Are you okay, sir?"

You'd stopped mid conversation as Gojo's eyes had glossed over, chest rising and falling at noticeable speed. He'd been looking at you, you'd been sure of it - yet, he appeared so hollow. So, for lack of better word, feral. The gaze set upon you had been one you'd never met with before, one that had made your stomach churn in both curiosity and fear.

"Sir?" A second prompt before the elevator dinged, silver doors pulling apart to reveal the tenth floor and Gojo's stop, yet he hadn't moved an inch. The doors had begun to close as the interest you'd felt had instead stemmed into an uncomfortable feeling, mouth opening to protest the unusual action and to perhaps flee the elevator before the doors had closed completely. For some reason, you'd felt if you'd stayed within that spot, Gojo would have lost control. Over what, you'd been unable to tell.

The steel had almost closed shut, your exit fading before you, though as if a sign from God, a large hand had met with the thin gap. The doors had parted once more, Geto allowing no hesitation before stepping into the elevator. His arm had grazed you as he'd practically ran in, palm reaching to his friend's slouched shoulder. You'd watched as the glassy blue eyes had widened, panting chest turning back to shallow breath.

"That was close, Satoru." Getou's voice had been low, concerned gaze fixated over Gojo. As you'd stepped out, doors edging closed to leave two males within the metal contraption, you'd made out the peculiar sentence that had left you questioning both their sanity and your own:

"She's in heat."

Throughout the day, you'd questioned that phrase. Filing paperwork had felt near impossible as you'd reenacted that scene from the morning, a daunting feeling rising when remembering the look of hunger within his eye, the odd term he'd used - could men sense women's ovulation?

You'd googled it, thumb shaking over search bar from both embarrassment and fear, a sinking feeling within you as you searched to find if your school system had failed you. Though, after extensive research (five minutes of searching through mildly related articles) you'd come to the conclusion that ovulation had in fact been undetectable by other people.

Though, you'd known he'd been aware of your bodily situation. Even if you couldn't pin down how or why, you'd understood Gojo's look to be that of lust, a predatory gaze only a beast would give their prey.

Yet, you hadn't felt fear.

From the moment you'd stepped foot in his office on the date of your induction, you'd felt a warmth and homeliness within Gojo you hadn't found elsewhere. There had been a peculiar aura around him you hadn't felt before, and although some had felt agitated by the authority he'd radiated, you'd wanted nothing more than to push his boundary. To get to the bottom of the burning questions you'd had - even if that had meant playing with fire.

So, you'd taken a risk.

A pile of paperwork in hand, you'd stepped foot back in the elevator and pressed finger onto 10 with trepidation ebbing through vein. Your heart had raced with knocking fist over door, though the strain in Gojo's voice when allowing admission had only added to your sureness that he'd been able to sense you.

You'd clutched the files in your palm, fingers wrapped tightly over plastic binder while you'd closed his office door and taken steps closer to his desk.

You could feel it, the tension in the air as you'd grown closer. His eyes had watched you through pain as he'd sat straighter in his chair, smile forced. "Is that the reports?" His voice sounded higher than usual, a strain in throat.

"Yeah, I've completed them all." You'd placed the pile over the wood of his desk, arms less burdened. Though, now you'd had nothing to squeeze your anxieties into.

"Uh, Gojo?" His lack of response had been unusual, though after your previous encounter, you'd expected nothing less. The same pained expression had stared back at you, glossy eye and hollow gaze. The more you'd peered into the blue, the more you'd deciphered lust.

"What did you mean, earlier?" The question had been whispered, though he'd heard you loudly. "In the lift."

Gojo swallowed. Beneath his desk, his cock had twitched, an uncomfortable tightness within slacks as he'd shifted his hips. Your scent had been divine. He closed his heavy lids to breathe deep once more, a groan stifled in throat as the sweet musk had flowed from your being, calling to him.

"Sir?" Your voice had grown timid, and when Gojo's eyes had opened once more, he'd found you bending toward him. This had been enough.

Your concern had irked him enough to place hand roughly to shoulder and push you backward, your behind coming into contact with the smooth wall beyond desk. The startled expression plagued with worry had been a bi-product of his rash action, yet Gojo had only found his lips curving into a smile. You'd been prey, after-all.

"Stop playing dumb." His words had been whispered against the skin of your neck, a barrage of goose-bumps decorating the skin he'd touched. Suddenly, you'd felt prickled with heat - a burning you were sure had started within your core.

"What did you mean, Gojo? Can you-" You'd cut yourself off from asking, though when your eyes had met his once more, pupils blown out and teeth sharp, you'd felt inclined to ask what had felt to be a ridiculous question. "Can you tell I'm ovulating?"

He'd laughed, bitterly.

"Is that what you call it?" His fingers had grazed your neck, sitting beneath chin to push your face upward. He'd stared into your gaze, basking in your attention.

"Gojo..." You'd trailed off, the warmth over flesh turning into an unbearable itch. "What is this?" There had been a draw toward him, a magnetism through every inch of your body that had felt insufferable to bare.

"You're a bitch in heat, aren't you?" His lips were much closer to yours, now. There had been a part of you that had told you to run, yet the throb between thigh and need to connect yourself to him had felt much greater than the fear sinking in your stomach. Instead, you'd closed the gap.

Gojo's mouth was warm - in fact, every part of his pale skin had felt hotter than you'd expected it to be, almost as if he'd suffered a fever. Though as he'd pushed his tongue into your parted lips and pressed his body closer to yours, you'd understood he'd simply been different to the typical human. There had always been something about him, a draw toward him that hadn't felt healthy nor natural, yet his mouth taut to yours had been the only relief you'd felt in the past week.

The glossy lips trailed to your neck, teeth grazing skin as he'd nipped over thick flesh. "You're mine." Possessive words had ricocheted from your skin, his hands now gripping over thigh to lift you against him.

"What is this, Gojo?" Somewhere in your voice had been concern, though your mind had felt lulled when his cock had pressed to your core. You'd wanted him, more than you'd wanted anything in your life.

"You smell so good." He'd spoken against you before inhaling once more, a sharp breath inward to take your scent into lung. "Intoxicating." Gojo had groaned into you, a squeeze of grasp. "You're in heat - that means you're mine, you know?" His rambles had been paired with ruts against you, the friction of his clothed cock against your body serving as the only thing grounding him within that moment.

"Humans don't go into heat, not unless they're fated to us." Another rut, this one catching the parting of your lips, tip pressing over your clit. You whined, slick coating underwear thickly as he'd rolled against you.

"I need you, Gojo." Your request had been a desperate plea, the prickling sensation throughout your body in need of soothing, body clenching.

"I know, love."

Gojo's hands had gripped you firmly as he'd carried you to the fur rug in the centre of his office. This hadn't been where he'd wanted to take you, but you'd needed him - and he'd been inclined to soothe your pain, after all.

"So pretty." Whispered against stomach, Gojo's fingers had hooked through your pants to pull them lower, flat palms scaling exposed skin. He'd spread your legs open wide, pressing into inner thigh to keep you parted as his head had grazed across your slick, a lewd whine from your lips as you'd raised yourself toward him, begging for more.

He'd given you what you'd wanted, pushing himself into you with ease, a groan tumbling from lip when feeling your tightness hug around his length. You'd felt perfect, sucking him in with ease - though the abundance of your own arousal had aided with the tight fit.

Your sensations had felt heightened beneath him, the draw of his length within you creating a jelly within your head. Though, with his cock buried within you, the heat had faded into a soft lull, a static within brain.

He'd bottomed out when reaching for the buttons of your shirt, nimble fingers popping plastic through hole until your chest had been exposed. The white bra you'd had beneath had pushed your chest upward, curve of breast accentuated. He'd pressed his hand into your chest, a rough squeeze with a rock of his hips as you'd contorted your face beneath him.

"Feelin' better?" He'd asked you through the snide grin across his face, cock twitching within your confines as you'd nodded with urgency. "I'll take care of you." Gojo hadn't been sure if the statement had been one he'd used to reassure you or himself, though he'd felt his head throbbing from within you from his protective phrases. He could sense your malleability and trust beneath him, the innate safeness and faith you'd allowed him to have. This had been enough to prove your loyalty, and compatibility.

He'd manoeuvred his body to allow hand between his abdomen and yours, fingers coming into contact with your slick folds to roll his finger over sensitive bud. You'd arched your back immediately, soft whimpers encouraging the circles he'd kneaded into you, cock bullying deep into your core.

You'd sworn under your breath, arm brought over face as you'd felt overcome with pleasure, walls stretched against his thickness and mind foggy. With the swipes of his finger, you'd felt a familiar build up within your stomach, back arching above the rug.

"D'ya know what knotting is?" Gojo took the decency to ask you before it would happen, a flutter in chest as he'd awaited your response. Of course, the human you'd been, you'd shaken your head and allowed confusion to take home over your features. "I get thicker when I come - to keep it all in."

Your furrowed brow had been all he'd needed to see, a mental note to explain his kind to you extensively once you'd felt satisfied. There had been a long way to go with you, though this wasn't anything Gojo wouldn't be prepared for. His heart had beat with yours, another roll over you as you'd felt stuffed full.

"Want you to pull out." Your demand had pained you to say, yet you couldn't push logic out completely. You'd still been ovulating, and without protection had been risk enough. Gojo laughed, bending forward to place lips over cheek. "Not giving you pups yet, love."

You'd whined, the sudden change in proximity feeling wildly more intimate. Gojo had felt this too, the satiation when you'd been closer to him. He kissed over your skin, trailing messily to neck as you'd clenched around him. You were close, he'd felt that through the grip over his length like a vice.

Your strained moan and head thrown back had spoken as evidence to your undoing, Gojo's cock pushed deep within your aching hole, fingers working magic over swollen clit. He'd grunted in a response to your high, an inhuman snarl erupting from chest - though you'd ignored the animalistic sounds he'd made in favour for your orgasm. If anything, the feral groans had only coaxed pleasure from you, a warmth in stomach at the comforting sounds.

Only when your high had fizzled out, legs loosening from his waist had Gojo pulled out, curses and groans tumbling from parted lip as he'd pumped his fist over himself. Hot white had spilled over your stomach as you'd watched him through half lidded eyes.

When Gojo had come down, he'd leaned forward to nuzzle into the small of your neck, sharp breaths in to take your scent in once again.

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makingfanfictionstosleep · 11 months ago

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My First But Not My Last.

Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader

Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Some folks will not die // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.

Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t

Part 7 : Residuals

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"Can you tell me again why I shouldn't kill that kid?" Suguru said while drying his damp hair with a towel, "He has broken a lot of rules, had a binding vow with Mahito & Pseudo-Suguru, worst of all, he placed you in great danger."

You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, began to dry your body with a fresh towel as you listened to your boyfriend rant on why he should or shouldn't kill Kokichi Muta. You knew that his heart is in the right place, however when it comes to killing people off, you're just to wary because he has this certain level of feral living inside of him. He could kill anybody easily if he'd go all out. You heard a rumor that a non-sorcerer would not even last millisdeconds inside his domain so that's something. You could somewhat counter his ability as you are his natural enemy. Ironic, right?

You feel fresh now that you have taken a bath in Meimei's luxurious guest room with a very spacious, hotel-caliber bath, complete with jacuzzi, shower & tub. That woman is all about luxury, not that she doesn't deserve it.

"He's just a kid who wanted to have a normal body to be with the woman he fancies," you remarked as you entered your room, "I don't agree with his ways, but that's his intentions. Plus I don't think he would put us all in harm. I think he tried to find a way to break into their system, but it would have been better if he came to us. We could have helped him out," you answered.

Anything that came out of your mouth was thrown out of the window the moment you emerged from the bathroom because Satoru was not listening at all.

"Satoru?"

"Hmm."

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?"

Nope. He wasn't listening at all because you were wearing nothing except his t-shirt.

For this specific situation, you all had agreed to leave clothes at each other's houses, but you have already maxed out yours since you visited Meimei the most so you have taken all the dirty clothes back home. Only Utahime & Satoru had extra clothes in Meimei's house, but you opted for Satoru's because they're more comfortable to sleep in.

Satoru couldn't even make out whatever you were trying to say because his focus was on how his shirt looks so good on you.

You realized what was happening & gave up. You sauntered your way to the bed & straddled him, his hands automatically grabbing your thighs.

"Did you even hear what I said?" You whispered breathily against his ear.

"Not even a word," he admitted, "I was distracted."

"By what?" You rocked your hips against his, directly pushing your center to his already rock hard member, "Do tell."

"By a lot of things, 6 eyes remember?" He answered through his gritted teeth, painfully aware that you were not wearing any underwear as he groped your ass, his shirt hiked up revealing your creamy skin underneath.

"You're killing me here," He panted, "Damn princess," then he slapped your ass playfully.

"Not too loud, or Meimei would kick us out," you scolded him half-heartedly, "Seriously, Satoru."

"You should have thought that through before wearing my shirt," he mumbled before capturing your lips in a hot kiss.

And that's the reason Meimei ensured to have all the walls sound-proofed because she couldn't bear another sleepless night because of your bedroom activities with Satoru Gojo. God knows she had lots of those back in highschool or during missions but not in her own home.

Morning came & Utahime was always the first to wake up, much to her annoyance, because she's always the adult one in the circle. However, upon entering the kitchen, she smelled a familiar scent of nicotine & she immediately rushed & was happy to see the other adult in her circle - Ieri Shoko.

"Yo," Shoko greeted coolly while cooking eggs in the pan.

"Shooooko!" Utahimi squealed in delight, "I'm so relieved you are here!"

"Ui Ui flew me in," Shoko explained as she turned the heat off & transferred the eggs to a plate, "Now you have to fill me in."

Utahime filled Shoko in the events & even gave her the same warning that Satoru had given them. Shoko has always been the neutral one of all. She also understood why Satoru wanted to keep this to themselves as they don't know who amongst the higher ups are with them or against them. This is also to protect the welfare of the students who are innocent & are only following orders from their teachers or the principal.

"I think Y/N can nullify the prison realm, but we have to do more research to make sure that it won't do damage to her," Shoko said as she drank the coffee Utahime made for them.

"Why the fuck are we talking about this early in the morning?" You grumbled sleepily, dragging your feet to the counter, grabbing Utahime's mug, "Can't we have a normal morning where we talk about girl stuff?"

"Like how Satoru kept you up all night?" Shoko dully commented, making Utahime blush deep red.

"Something like that," you agreed sleepily as Utahime smacked your arms.

"S-shut up! You're supposed to be embarrassed by that & you," she pointed at Shoko, "should not be encouraging her!"

"Satoru's not that discreet, you all know that," Meimei yawned as she joined the rest of them, "They're the reason this whole unit is soundproofed as I want to sleep soundly at night if ever there's a need for us to be in one roof like last night."

"But that doesn't mean we can't hear their movements!" Utahime shrieked, face still blushing from the memory of last night.

"Well, Satoru had a lot of energy given that he was mad," you rambled on, "But we did not break anything, I assure you Meimei."

"Thanks, that's all that matters," Meimei answered as she stole Utahime's mug from her hands, "Fuck all you want just don't break anything. As long as I don't hear your moans I can sleep alright."

"I need normal friends," Utahime said in a dramatic, defeated tone, "None of you are normal."

"I can be your normal friend," Satoru chimed in with his usual energy, "Good to see you here, Shoko."

"You're the opposite of normal, Satoru," Shoko greeted as she handed him a fork.

"I take it you're here for Muta?" Satoru asked as ate one of the eggs on the plate, "Want to study the kid's body?"

"Mhmm. I bet there are residuals all over his body," Shoko answered with an unusual glint of excitement in her eyes, "I'd love to see how it happened & if it'd have effects on his heavenly restriction."

"No effects, but he's all yours," Utahime answered uncheerfully, "Just don't kill him."

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candy69gurl · 1 month ago

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TWITTER LINKS Ⅱ ~JJK

MDI

𐙚 SATORU GOJO

✮ pounding from the back ∩-∩

✮ gojo fingering compilations *▽*

✮ fucking mhmmm ^o^

✮ fucking mhmmmmm ^0^

✮ loves it when you wear skirts ＞-＜

✮ sex in the shower －O－

✮ he is such a tease! >ω<

✮ overstimulating till you quiver around him >w<

✮ deepthroating him >"<

✮ breeding your little pussy -v-

✮ loves how his girth disappears >0<

✮ love making in the kitchen >-<

𐙚 TOJI FUSHIGURO

✮ loves to make a mess ￣︶￣

✮ so rough! >w<

✮ gock on his cock o~o

✮ he just loooves tasting you /-\

✮ masked TOJI? ಠ_ಠ & 0-0

✮ punishing you for being a brat again >o<

✮ "shut up and take my cock-" O-O

✮ letting him play wid your preety pussy -w-

✮ eating your pussy nice n good 0v0

✮ he is definitely going this rough *^*

✮ toji creampii compilations ^-^

𐙚 KENTO NANAMI

✮ filling you up so good -v-

✮ you didn't know he is this nasty *w*

✮ "you've been a baaaad girl" ≧ ~ ≦

✮ his precious doll >u<

✮ he is so big 0-0

✮ made for him ^~^ & -^-

✮ you teased him a lot >0<

✮ he is stressed so take him like a good girl -v-

✮ his brown suspender? ⊙o⊙

✮ so thick so tasty suck it now >0<

✮ using you the way he pleases -w-

✮ it's Gojo's fault that he is being so rough ´･ω･`

✮ "keep that pretty mouth shut hm?" *-*

✮ pounding from back >0<

𐙚 SUGURU GETO

✮ loves to pull your hair while fucking >-<

✮ tied up and fingering ^-^

✮ oversensitive? but he doesn't care >-<

✮ pounding from back *~*

✮ choking you while fucking >~< & >-<

✮ squirting while he fucks!! also pounding your asshole >0<

✮ choking you on his cock *O*

✮ fingering you nice n gud -v-

✮ "who's my good monkey?" ಠ-ಠ

✮ squirting when he fucks >w<

✮ definitely him *0* & -^-

✮ "filthy monkey, you like my cock so much huh?" >-<

✮ pounding you in couch >0<

𐙚 RYOMEN SUKUNA

✮ shibari? his fav UvU

✮ shibari again ''-''

✮ sorry but this is how he is *^*

✮ shibari + rough fingering 〒▽〒

✮ throat-fuck -o-

✮ taking his cock tied up >-<

✮ his little pet <3

✮ "worship my cock like the little slut you are" *v*

✮ so good at taking his cock >O<

✮ sukuna's meal >u<

✮ he is so nasty *^*

✮ your tight asshole makes him insane *o*

✮ sukuna bonus

𐙚 SHIU KONG

✮ sit on his face, he is gonna make you cum <3

✮ sensual ˘⌣˘

✮ squirting while he fucks >w<

✮ he fucks so good /~\

✮ sucking his cock -0-

✮ riding him like a needy whore *u*

✮ faster and harder >0<

✮ your pussy is so good for him UvU

✮ "use that pretty mouth of yours" u0u

✮ eating your pussy >-<

𐙚 HIROMI HIGURUMA

✮ ride that face!! >0<

✮ "bad girls get spanked" >w<

✮ definitely fucking you like this o-o

✮ "such a good girl for me, hm?" /-\

✮ making him hard in public was a wrong idea *~*

✮ when you want his attention >u<

✮ pussy eating and soft sex 10/10 >v<

✮ he cannot control himself once he is inside you >-<

✮ fingering both your holes >^<

✮ he is so good and gentle normally >u<

✮ taking good care of your pussy ⊙o⊙

𐙚 KAMO CHOSO

✮ 69 with him ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

✮ ridingg himm *ω*

✮ overstimulating him is so fun >w<

✮ riding his face + soft sex -0-

✮ fingering till you shaking >0<

✮ stroking his cock till he's shaking U-U

✮ loves teasing your clit nd nipples >-<

✮ his mommy <3

✮ giving him a tit job + your preety pussy ^-^

✮ riding him so good ^0^

✮ on the kitchen counter >^<

part 1

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hellishattempt · 5 months ago

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i wanna make him look like this. cr to yunonoai_ on insta

#nanami kento #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen #gege stop killing sexy men #nanami smut #jjk #jjk nanami

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gojosdove · 1 month ago

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Kento Nanami and cock-warming :33

it was a late night at the office, Kento had been working so so hard, so can you really blame him for the situation you’ve found yourself in? Straddling his lap, panties pulled to the side and your skirt pulled up over your ass, as you’re buried to the hilt on your boyfriend’s long, veiny, throbbing cock. He’s having a hard time keeping his hands off of you, keeping at least one hand on your ass, kneading it as he finishes up whatever he’s working on. And of course you can’t just sit there, I mean you need friction! But no no, Kento wants to finish this at home, so he slaps your ass every now and then if you start to move even slightly. He thinks your squirming is adorable though, you’re on the brink of cock drunk from just sitting there and you’re sooo needy, ugh, you just need his dick to hit that perfect spot, deep in your wet, puffy pussy. But you’ll settle for just warming him, arms wrapped around his neck, head nuzzled into his chest as you whine and beg for him to hurry up with his work!! </3

“patience princess”

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satorusugurugurl · 4 months ago

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JJK Men: Accidentally Finding Your Private Photos

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, AFAB!Reader

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected, sex, cream, pies, oral sex, photography,, consensual photography, minions of nudes

Word Count: 4,861

A/N: I finally finished one of the pool from so long ago! I have to be at work in the next six hours so I’m only gonna get about two hours of sleep, but it was well worth getting this written. Geto’s nearly took me out but Nanami’s MGBBGHBJNCRGHG yummy

Gojo Satoru:

“Oh wait! Wait until you see these pictures of Megumi!” Gojo laughed out loud, smacking his thigh as you both sat in your living room. “The kid got messed up!”

“You're such an ass sometimes.” you laughed, glancing over at his phone. “It was a grade two curse.” Gojo waved a hand before you as he flipped through his photo gallery. You grimaced, feeling nothing but pure sympathy for the young boy, while your best friend snickered. “Yikes, poor kid.”

Gojo put his phone down with a content sigh. “Shoko fixed him up; he's sleeping it off.”

“Maybe he wouldn't have needed to sleep it off if you weren't too busy grabbing kikufuku.”

You felt the couch shift as Gojo dropped one of his long arms around you. “Someone's just upset she didn't get any!” He pursed his lips together, bringing his other hand up to poke you in the cheek. “I ate them all on the bullet train home~!”

You could feel your cheeks flush as you shut your eyes tight, trying to make it seem as though you were pissed off by his childish teasing when in reality, you were resisting the urge to rub your thighs together as the smell of his cologne overwhelmed you. Gojo Satoru might be your best friend and boyfriend, but he was annoying and overly confident, which left most people with a sour taste when forced to be around him. But you liked that about him.

He was an egotistical little shit, but he was your egotistical shit.

“Hey, I'm sorry; I promise to get you a bag next time.” Gojo squeezed you against his side, allowing you to feel the warmth of his body.

“Whatever, I don't care, not when I went to that new sweet shop without you when you were gone.”

The gasp that left Gojo’s mouth was soap opera-worthy—as if you had just told him his twin brother, who had fallen down an elevator shaft, was still alive. There was something almost satisfying in how he reeled back, his eyebrows furrowing underneath his blindfold.

“You promised me that we would go together!”

“Yeah? Well, I promised the second year that if they could successfully make a talisman that could prevent me from crossing a line, I would take them out for ice cream. And I was promised kikufuku! So it looks like we both broke our word!”

“You Little shit! I can’t believe you went without me!”

“Yeah, I did, and guess what?”

Gojo leaned down, his eyebrows twitching under his blindfold. “What?”

“It was fucking delicious!” you watched with satisfaction as your boyfriend slumped forward, dropping his head down.

“You’re so cruel.”

“I wouldn’t have had to brag if some gluttonous idiot didn’t forget to bring me kikufuku to share as he promised!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh, you’re sorry?”

“No, not really?”

You scoffed as you scrolled through your photos. “Oh, you’re going to be sorry.” Before your boyfriend could question what you were doing, you turned your camera to him and showed him the photos of the different desserts you had ordered in the second year.

“Stop!” he slowly licked his lips. “What is that, and why can I taste it?!”

You zoomed in on the banana pudding Maki had ordered. “Southern banana pudding with vanilla wafer and whipped cream topping..” before you could flip through the rest of the photos, your phone was plucked out of your hands.

“I hate you.” snarled them, moving through your photos in your gallery. “ I hate you so much that I’m taking you back to that same café after work, and I’m not gonna buy you anything, and I’m gonna make you watch me eat the banana—” his words were abruptly cut off as he scrolled to another photo—one that wasn’t of pastries and cake but if you.

You were nothing but a sheer black Lacey bra and matching thong. The camera was pointed above you, getting a great shot of your beautiful body. The curves and dips were so gorgeous that the swells of your breasts caught his attention. He could see your nipples through the fabric, making his mouth and anticipation of a different kind of treat.

“Toru?” the snapping fingers drew his attention away from your phone screen. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m starving.” His voice was deeper than normal, and a certain tone behind it caused heat to pool between his legs.

“W-Well,” you cleared your throat. Do you know what you’re hungry for? Did you see anything else you liked from the café besides the banana pudding?”

“Oh, I saw something I liked but wasn’t from the café.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to ask him what he wants. Instead, he turns the phone to you, much to your shock. There are no pastries on the screen. It is the photo you took the night before and the new set you bought at the store for tonight. You gasped, reaching for your phone only to have your boyfriend hold it up above his freakishly tall head.

“Oh my God! Why did you scroll that far!?”

“Why didn’t you send these to me last night?”

“I just wanted to see what it looks like on me!” hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back against your boyfriend's sturdy form.

His lips slowly trailed over your neck as he pulled you down one of the dark alleyways of the school, somewhere away from fellow sorcerers or students. “Do you want to know what I think of that pretty little set?” Gojo listened to you. I think you look delicious in it, and I just so happen to be starving.” His head tilted slightly, grinning so wide the dimple in his cheek deepened. So are you going to let me devour you?”

Both of you breathe heavily, your eyes roaming over his face breath, brushing over your bottom lip. The tension was so thick before you snapped, grabbing his face and both your hands smashing your lips against his as he growled, kissing you back with as much passion. That kiss shifted into something that most people would write as NC-17. Gojo was able to control him himself, but when he found out you were wearing the same set from the picture, he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground, pinning you against the wall. Your skirt was pushed up to your hips while your pretty panties were pulled to the side. His mouth pressed against your neck, muffling his moans. Your moans muffled as his right hand pressed firmly against your mouth.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart.” his left hand massaged your thigh, easing the ache that accompanied the burning sensation of you trying to keep your legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, slamming you against the concrete wall.

“Mm~!! Mmm~!”

Your sweet, muffled moans against your boyfriend’s palm only had him moving faster to draw more out. “God, I’m so lucky to have a girlfriend is fucking sexy and stunning as you. Anything you wear looks fucking fantastic on you.” he snarled against your neck. “I want you constantly so fucking bad.” your legs tightened around him, giving him a gentle squeeze as your walls constricted around him, drawing out a louder groan from Gojo. “Oooh fuck, fuck, fuck~!!” you could feel him twitching inside of you. His little grunts and whines against your skin had your walls, stomach, and heart fluttering at the sound of his voice. “Fucck~ baby—haaah fuck yeah, keep squeezing me like that! Just like that!”

The head of his cock presses perfectly against your g-spot, making your eyes roll back, a telling sign that you are close. Gojo was thankful for this because he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to last any longer. He sped up his movements, slamming into you, making you scream into the palm of his hand. That erotic sound pushed him further, making him move faster, harder, fucking you with all of his strength, and being the strongest allowed him to lose all his control. He was fucking you so good. The literal wall behind you shook under the force of his thrusts.

The combination of his monstrous thrusts had cock you squirting as you cried out against his hand. Your orgasm had soaked his uniform shirt and boxers with your release. Feeling you cum so hard left Gojo growling as he bucked even harder. Thick ropes of cum filled you, and he didn’t stop there. He kept going, fucking his cum further into you, pushing it as deep as it would go until he finally stopped. His breath tingled over your skin as he slowly pulled away, smiling drunkenly at you.

“Fuck sweetheart that— sweetie? Babe?” he chuckled as your head fell forward, hitting his shoulder. “You good there?”

“I-If I knew you finding my nudes would lead to you fucking me like that, I would’ve shown them to you sooner.”

“Them—?” his voice was very soft, but his cock twitched hard inside of you. “You have more of them?” the instant Gojo found out about the whole hidden album that was on your phone full of your nudes and private videos. He dropped the veil and teleported you back to the apartment. Seeing all your pictures and videos would be worth the lecture he’d be getting from Yaga the following day.

Geto Suguru:

The days that Geto got home early from a mission or some of his favorite days. These were the days he got to take a hot shower, sleep in his bed, and see you again. Whenever he was away from you from your home, he felt like a part of him was missing

When he walked into your shared apartment, he felt all the tension in his shoulders melt away. The familiar smell of homemade aches and pains vanished as if Shoko had healed him. God, he’d love getting home early. What would have made coming home even better would have been if you had been here with him. But from the side of your slippers by the door, it was apparent that you were still stuck at work.

Suguru had about three hours before you gave him more than enough time to shower, take a nap, and do the laundry. That way, whenever you did get home tonight, all you would need to worry about was cuddling with him on the couch. Geto did everything in that exact order, and by the time the last load had been folded, you texted him that you were on your way home with dinner.

Knowing that you would be coming home soon, I encouraged Suguru to move faster, hang up the laundry, and throw his boxers in his drawer before opening yours to put your folded panties inside. He was putting away your bras when an envelope underneath the lacy fabric caught his gaze. He had put your clothes away multiple times, but he had never seen that shoved there before.

Was it wrong to look at the contents hidden at the bottom of your underwear drawer? Maybe. Was it going to stop him from looking? No way in hell.

When he freed the trap envelope from under your flimsy sets, he was pleased to see his name written over it in your handwriting. It seems as though you wanted him to find this. Plop down on the edge of the bed, open it, seeing photos inside. They were Polaroids from small squares with black backs, white frames, and a glossy finish. Flipping them over, Suguru tried to think if you both owned the Polaroid, but all those thoughts went tumbling out the window as he stared at the pictures in his hand. Whether you owned the Polaroid camera or not didn’t matter to him.

All he cared about was the nude photos of you; he held his hands.

You were in different positions in the show, sprawled out on the bed, the blanket doing nothing to cover you. Well, other photos are arranged from you sitting on your knees, back slightly arched, pushing your breasts out to you facing down on the bed, the camera pointing at your face. Seeing you so naked, looking at the camera with a sultry expression, had all of the blood from Geto’s head went rushing to the head of his cock.

Why the hell were you hiding this from him? Was this a little treat for him after a mission, or did you want to get him all riled up?

Suguru didn’t have to wait for the answer because the front door opened as soon as he put the pictures down on the bed. “Sugu, I’m home!” You barely managed to put your keys in the bowl near the front door when your boyfriend rushed out of the room, his dark hair flowing behind him. “Welcome back; I picked up your favorite Zaru Soba good—aggh!!” Suguru scooped you up, putting you over his shoulder before rushing back to the bedroom.

Your boyfriend didn’t say anything as he threw you onto the mattress. You swallowed hard, sitting up on your elbows, only to have him reach down, ripping open your uniform jacket. Buttons went flying across the room as you fell back against the mattress. Your perfect breasts bounced the confines of your shirt, making your horny boyfriend feral.

“S-Sugu!”

“Found your pictures—”

Was all he said before tugging your shirt over your head, his hands frantically pushing down your pants as he worked at his gray sweatpants. “Fuck you look so pretty in them.” Pictures? Oh God, you found the images you had taken for your anniversary with him?! You found yourself wishing that the mattress would open up and swallow you whole so you could avoid the embarrassment that was itching at the back of your skull.

“T-Th—ahh~” his lips moved expertly over your collarbone while his hands gently squeezed your breasts, pushing your shirt up enough that allowed him to tag your bra down, freeing them. “S-Sugu—those—w-were—”

“Exactly what I needed.”

Your photos may have been what he needed to get his motors going. Or maybe you were the stress relief he needed after a very annoying mission. Your pictures were the fuel that he needed to destroy you.

Drool seeped out of the corner of your mouth as Suguru grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your face down into the mattress as he fucked you from behind. Your back was arched, ass sticking up, allowing him to slide in deep. You loved this position; it felt so good to be manhandled like this.

His long, thick fingers dug into your hair, pulling you up just an inch and allowing you to take a deep breath before your face shoved back into the comforter. You cried your hips against his cock, forcing him deeper inside of you. As you did, the other sounds besides the slapping of skin, your moans and his, the clicking of the Polaroid camera he held in his hands.

“Fuuck~ yeah~ fuck yourself. Rock your hips back against my cock Princess.” Suguru watched as your weekly whimpered, rocking your hips back pathetically slow and allowing him to snap a few pictures. “Ooh fuck.” he hissed through his teeth, grabbing the developing film, shaking it before his hips picked up his pace again, slamming into you, forcing your face back into the bedding. “Gonna keep that one in my wallet.”

“S-Sugu~! Haaah fuck!”

“Yeah, do you like the idea of that? Me having a nasty photo of you in my wallet?” He pulled back an inch, taking another photo of his cock wet with your arousal, the tip still buried inside of your wet cunt. “ only you know that was in there. And you would be the only one to know that when I’m on a mission and at a hotel alone. You’re pretty pictures are what I’m stroking my cock to at night.”

“Hnngh!” You sobbed, fingers digging into the sheets, as you tried your best to rock back against him, chasing your orgasm that was coiling deep in your abdomen. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, do it~ cum all over this fat fucking cock, baby~ make a mess.”

The orgasm snapped like a rubber band deep in your tummy. Your toes curled as you screamed as loud as your lungs would allow into your pillow. Suguru sucked in a breath, Following your body that collapsed on the bed, his hips still frantically moving against the fat of your ass, chasing his release that came just as fast and hard.

“Fuck~ oooh fuck yes baby! Cumming~ cummin’!”

Geto continued fucking you, not once slowing down, until he fully pulled out of you, loud pop echoing off the walls. You weakly protested as he repositioned your back arched ass out, you already knew what he was doing, but your body just wanted to slump back onto the mattress and fall asleep. But this was what your boyfriend wanted to do, and seeing that your pictures were the reason for his horny desires, let him do what he wanted if you listen to several clicks from the Polaroid behind you.

“Fuck—” Suguru whispered, shaking the photo as he set the camera aside, pulling you onto his chest. “This is Playboy material, babes.” he had the picture between his pointer and middle finger, turning it for you to see the photo he had captured of his cum running out of your pussy.

Seeing such an intimate photo of yourself like that didn’t leave you feeling dirty or embarrassed in any way, shape, or form. Instead, it had you feeling the returning burning desire in your stomach. And while your boyfriend, the pictures he had taken, adding to your collection. Suguru was so entranced he nearly missed the sensation of your soft kisses trailing down his stomach.

“Excuse me,” he scoffed, setting the pictures to the side. Just what do you think you’re doing there, princess?”

“Cleaning up my mess~ get the camera ready. I want you to take a lot of pictures. That way, I can reference what I have to do to improve my technique.” Suguru wanted to chuckle, but when you dragged your tongue over the underside of his cock, his eyes rolled back as he weakly searched for the camera that was on the side of his bed. He loved coming home early.

Nanami Kento

“Ken! Baby, I think something is wrong with my laptop!” you say before dramatically hitting the keyboard.“It’s banging for me to put it out of its misery. I think it’s finally time that I retire this guy.”

“Huh, it’s not that old model.” You pouted as your husband took your laptop from before you and plopped it down on his lap as he began typing at the computer. He looked as though he was some hacker from one of those cheesy nineties movies. “If you would keep it up-to-date like I’ve told you to do multiple times, you wouldn’t have this issue every time you opened it.”

“I hate waiting—”

“You need patience in your life; it can make things go a lot smoother for you in the long run.”

You puffed out your cheeks, knowing very well that your husband had always been right. You needed to take more time to find solace in your life. Maybe one of these days you would be able to do that. Today was not one of those days, though. You need to get on your laptop and finish the report, or your boss will surely give you an earful the following day.

“Yaga will kill me if I don’t get this report to him by the end of the day. Kento baby, what am I going to do? I’m too fragile to go up against, Yaga!”

Kento laughs, looking at you over the bridge of his glasses. “You and I both know you are more than capable of taking them out. Give yourself more credit, Love.” You appreciated your husband's honesty, but that didn’t help you with your current situation.

“Kento, that’s not gonna help me with my report.”

“Love of my life, it’s an easy fix. Just use my laptop while I try to get this up-to-date for you.”

Nanami rolled his eyes as you smothered kisses alongside his cheek. “Oh my god, thank you! I love you so much!” You grabbed your husband’s laptop and went to work on your report. Well, he clicked and tapped more gently at your keyboard than you had before.

He was able to update your system. The wheel constantly turned on your screen while he sipped on his wine. Nanami made a mental note to show you how to do this yourself once your report was submitted to Yaga; as your screen returned to life, it didn’t open on your lock screen, which was usually a picture of the two of you on your wedding day. Your laptop had decided to open up right where you had left it two nights before.

It was still a picture of you, but it was from your boudoir photo shoot for your wedding. Nanami choked on his wine as he stared at the screen, his cheeks flushing, and all the tips of his ears burned as he stared at the most intimate pictures he had ever seen. Pictures you had yet to show him after three months of being married.

The intimate photos of you are done so tastefully. Most range from different positions, like lying on a couch in your robe with your veil on. While the other was of you slipping your wedding dress on the backs, nagging against the fat of your ass, showing off the pretty lacy white underwear you had been wearing. But the photo that had Nanami choking was of you on your knees, your wedding veil falling over the swells of your bare breasts as your hands covered your nipples. Your eyes narrowed, staring at the camera while your lips parted slightly. Seeing you like that made him try to inhale his wine, which ended poorly for him.

“Oh! Did it go down the wrong pipe?” You asked, putting his laptop down. “At least it's white wine and not red. Red wine stains are bitch to get out of the carpet.” You stood up from your spot, stretching your arms above your head. “I'll go get you rag quick.”

You barely moved two steps before your husband was following after you. “Why didn’t you show me the pictures from your boudoir photo shoot?”

“Oh! Well, I didn’t care for how some of them came out, so I decided to pick through my favorites before I showed you. Why do you ask?”

Nanami didn’t need to answer your question because you got your answer the second your eyes darted toward your laptop. And, of course, he was looking at one of the pictures you even had a chance to look through. You just stared at the photo of yourself before running a hand down your face.

“They’re terrible, I know. I should’ve never let Shoko convince me to do it.”

Nanami gently took your hand, leading to the front of his pants. He placed your fingers over the hard bulge that was throbbing. You swallowed hard, glancing up at your husband, who was blushing just as much as you, and his very physical reaction twitched, letting you know that your husband liked the photos from your sexy photo shoot.

“I like them; I like them a lot.”

“I can tell,” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his erection through his pants. “Ken, you're so hard.”

“T-Th-hhngh photo.” he jerked his head toward your laptop, “really caught my attention.”

“Oh, it did?”

“Yes.”

Looking back at your screen, you truly took in the side of your photo. Your photographer had shot the picture in black-and-white, giving it a certain elegance despite the horny look in your eyes. You remembered asking for that specific pose for your husband. But in reality, it was for you.

You pushed Nanami back against the bed with a smirk. “Is there a reason why that picture cut your attention?” He huffed a sigh, blushing a darker shade as he watched you rub your cheek over the bulge.

“I like it because I love it when you’re on your knees for me, sucking my cock.”

Your fingers wrapped around his buckle, unfastening it. “Can I let you in on a little secret?” Nanami nodded, growling as you tucked his pants down. “That’s why I asked for her to take that specific picture. Because I know how much you love me on my knees for you.” You pressed kisses along his shaft from the base to the tip, your tongue ding over the pre-cum that was seeping through the fabric

“O-Oh—”

“Let me demonstrate.”

Your demonstration continued for what seemed like an eternity in heaven. Nanami gently stroked your hair as you slid your lips up and down, taking his cock further into your mouth. "Ohh fuck yes, those photos of you looked so good, baby girl. Makes me wanna devour you~" Kento gently grabbed the top of your head, pulling you forward until his cock slid across your tongue, hitting the back of your throat.

You hummed around him, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock before bobbing your head slowly up and down over him. Staring into the sea of lust, your eyes looked like how they had at done with the camera during your photo shoot. That submissive pose, the faux innocence in your eyes, was precisely what Nanami loved about this position.

"Ohh fuck. Perfect little mouth just for me, huh?”

You moaned in approval as you bobbed your head. Nanami was the perfect husband. If he was going to praise the photo of you, he felt like you didn’t look good, and he would get a treat. He was so kind, sweet, and considerate to you, so if you were able to spoil him once in a while as a thank you for all of his sweet words and for providing for you, you would not hesitate at the chance to do so.

Kento pushed you back by your forehead, groaning softly. "Fuck, you look so pretty~" He growled before thrusting into your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin. You whined around him, looking up at him into his eyes as he fucked your mouth. You could feel yourself getting wet on every ball of your head. He moaned low in his chest, looking back into your eyes. "Oh. I know that look~ You want me to make love to don't you honey?” Your eyes snapped wide as you blushed deeply. “Good girl~ Once I use your throat, then I'll fuck you like you need, darling~" Kento groaned, speeding up his hips.

Your eyes watered, streams of black trailing down your cheeks as he fucked your throat slowly. Watching him slowly lose control made your finger twitch as you slowly reached down, rubbing yourself. God, you loved him, and you loved how he made you feel!

"Ah-ah. What did I just say, Love. let me cum down your throat firat, then your pussy can feel good. I want to spoil you for being—ah—such a good girl.” He purred, speeding up slightly before stiffening as your tongue wrapped expertly around him, massaging his shaft in time with the bobbing of your head. “F-Fuck! Yes, j-just l-like t-th-hhngh! Haa! Fuck!” Kento snarled before cumming in your mouths, face fucking you through it.

With each spurt that filled your mouth, you eagerly swallowed it, only pulling off of him when Kemto was whimpering from the overstimulation. As you sat on your knees, licking your lips, Nanami watched you through half-lidded eyes. His lips slightly parted as he did something he had never done before. He pulled his cell phone out and held it directly in front of your face.

“Ken?”

“Stick your tongue out. Show me how you swallowed it all.” without arguing, you did as your husband asked, sticking your tongue out. As you did, he snapped a few pictures before growling and zooming in on each. “Fuck you're so beautiful.” He sighed, admiring his photos for one other second before he placed his phone down on the couch before yanking you up onto the sofa and flinging your panties off.

“Ah! K-Kento, what are you doing??!”

“You being on your knees in front of me might be one of your favorite positions.” He growled as he nipped and sucked on your inner thighs. “Well, one of my favorite positions is right here, between your thighs so sit back and relax, my love. I’ll take very good care of you.” You squealed as his tongue ran over your sensitive clit, before arching you back, eagerly bucking across his mouth.

Note to self: Get Shoko a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine for booking the boudoir photographer for you!

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simplygojo · 21 days ago

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GhostFace Ep. 5 - Ino Takuma

Author's Note: HAPPY HALLOWEENNNNN! I am releasing all the fics I never got time to finish/post this week as my big Kinktober finale, I hope you enjoy. Be safe always <3 This is a request from one of my BESTIES @nanamisrighthand <3 I LOVE INO AND I LOVE YOU

Spooky Szn Masterlist

Pairing: Ino Takuma x f!reader

Kinks: Face Fucking & Edging

Word Count: 2K

Kinktober Taglist: @nanamisrighthand @simplyyyuji; @megumisdivinedogs; @lovleyredheadfairy

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, face fucking, rough sex, light punishment, just the usual smuttyness

The movie flickered on the screen, painting the room in hazy flashes of light as you and Ino sat together on the couch, curled up against each other.

You’d chosen a horror movie for the night, one filled with suspense and masked killers—since it was the night before Halloween—but your attention had wandered from the screen about halfway through.

Sitting there with him, feeling the warmth of his arm around your shoulders, you couldn’t resist the itch for a bit of playful trouble.

Ino was fully absorbed in the movie, eyes flicking between scenes, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns against your arm.

That subtle focus only made you want to grab his attention more, to see that subtle shift in him whenever you pushed just the right buttons.

You looked over to the end of the couch where his Ghostface mask from his costume rested, its empty, hollow eyes staring back at you.

With a sly smirk, you leaned forward, snagging it and slipping it over your head.

You knew he’d notice in seconds—the mask’s eerie, exaggerated grin against your face, your body language shifting to play up the role.

It only took a second. His eyes shifted, glancing at you before rolling, clearly unimpressed.

He chuckled softly, a little dismissive. “Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing,” you hummed, leaning back, crossing your legs as you stared him down through the mask.

“Thought maybe I’d get into character, you know?” You tilted your head, tracing your fingers along the mask’s mouth in a way that was anything but innocent.

“Nice try, but it’s not working on me,” he muttered, shifting in his seat and attempting to keep his eyes trained on the screen.

But you noticed the way his jaw clenched, his fingers twitching slightly against his thigh as you ran your hands down your chest, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements.

You leaned in, murmuring, “Not working on you? Really?”

You were inches from his face now, close enough for him to feel the breath beneath the mask, the edges of it grazing his skin.

Ino scoffed, adjusting himself on the couch and keeping his eyes forward, though the tension in his body was unmistakable.

“You’re just bored,” he said, though his voice was a little tighter than before, fingers gripping the edge of the couch cushion.

But you could see that look in his eye—the glint of intrigue he couldn’t fully shake, the slow unravelling of his calm facade.

Sensing his resolve waver, you pushed further.

You shifted closer, sliding one knee over his thigh and settling onto his lap, the movement slow, deliberate, as you let your weight sink into him.

His eyes flicked down, watching you with a tense gaze, trying to keep his cool as you settled right against him, your warmth pressing over the unmistakable hardness beneath his jeans.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning in until your breath ghosted over his neck, feeling him tense as your fingers trailed lightly over his collarbone, tracing the line of his jaw with a soft, teasing touch.

Ino’s hands hovered at your hips, twitching as if fighting the urge to pull you down harder.

You shifted forward, the friction unmistakable, and he let out a low, restrained breath, eyes narrowing as you ground down just enough to let him feel the heat of you through the thin layers separating you.

"Still not working on you?” You murmured, letting the words trail off, your lips brushing just over his ear.

You rocked against him a little harder, feeling the delicious press of him against you, his control hanging by a thread as you moved slowly, torturously, in his lap.

Ino’s jaw clenched, his fingers digging into the edge of the couch, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a thrill down your spine.

For a second, you could see the tension cracking, his hands moving as though he was about to grab you—but he forced himself still, holding onto that last shred of restraint even as you continued to roll your hips, feeling him grow harder beneath you with each teasing grind.

Finally, you leaned back, tilting your head as you traced your fingers over his chest and down, glancing back up with a challenging look.

His gaze darkened, his breathing coming faster now, every muscle in his body taut with a restrained hunger that was only waiting to snap.

And then it did.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the mask from you, slipping it over his own head, his voice dropping to a dangerously low murmur.

"You wanted to play, right? Let’s see if you’re ready for this.”

With that, he lifted you off of him, standing you up right in front of him. His head tilted slightly as he looked it you in a moment of eerie silence.

“Run.” Ino said in a sharp whisper. And you gladly did as he said.

With one last glance at his imposing figure, clad in the mask with that dark, hungry look gleaming through the eye holes, you spun around, a rush of adrenaline kicking in as you dashed down the hallway.

You could hear his steady, ominous footsteps trailing you, never too fast but close enough that you felt the constant pull of his presence.

Heart racing, you made it to the end of the hallway, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him moving with terrifying precision, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that made you shiver.

A grin broke across your face as you darted into the next room, breathless with excitement.

But no sooner had you turned the corner than you felt a strong hand wrap around your wrist, yanking you back against his chest.

“Not so bold now, are you?” He murmured, voice muffled but rough beneath the mask, his grip firm and unyielding as he spun you to face him, pressing you back against the wall.

His hand slid down to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him as his free hand traced your jaw, tilting your head back so he could look down at you through the mask’s hollow eyes.

You swallowed, and your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at him, your chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, anticipation tightening every inch of your body.

He took a moment, his gaze lingering over you, savouring the effect he had on you before he reached down, his fingers deftly lifting your shirt up, over your head, tossing it aside with a casual precision that made your pulse race even harder.

"Ino…” You whispered, trying to read his expression beneath the mask, but it only made him more unreadable, his touch firmer as he leaned in, his mouth hovering over your ear.

“You want to tease me?” He growled, his grip firm around your waist, pulling back just enough to catch your gaze, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"On your knees," he commanded, his tone low and husky, leaving no room for argument.

The intensity in his voice sent a fresh wave of anticipation through you as you slowly lowered yourself, your lips parted slightly as you looked up at him, every nerve heightened as you knelt before him, looking up, waiting.

Ino took in the sight, his hand reaching out to trace a thumb over your pretty lips, eyes dark with desire.

"Look at me. I want to see that pretty face of yours while I fuck it." His words made your pulse race, a thrill of excitement running through you as his thumb slipped past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, urging you to open wider.

He slid himself between your lips, the tip grazing against your tongue, and you held his gaze, feeling the weight of his intense focus as he began to move.

Each stroke was slow and deliberate at first, giving him a chance to savour every inch disappearing into the warmth of your mouth.

His hand rested at the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair, gently guiding you to take him deeper, a satisfied hum escaping his lips as he watched you, enthralled by the way you looked up at him, eyes filled with lust.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice darkening with each slow thrust, "Take every inch."

His grip tightened in your hair, his rhythm picking up, each movement sending a jolt through you as he held you in place, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your hands gripped his thighs, grounding yourself as he moved, each thrust steady and powerful, the mask casting an eerie shadow over his face as he took in every expression you made, every desperate gasp and moan muffled against him.

His breathing grew heavier, his hand guiding you as he sank deeper, pushing himself to the back of your throat with a force that had you gasping, cheeks hollowing as you worked to keep up with his pace.

"You look so good like this," he rasped, his voice rough with pleasure, a primal satisfaction lighting up his eyes as he took in every reaction, every desperate gasp, and muffled moan you let out as you tried not to gag.

Each thrust was powerful, relentless, his need pouring into each movement as he held you right where he wanted, your submission driving him to the edge.

He pulled back for a moment, letting you catch your breath, but only long enough to lift you to your feet, spinning you around and pressing you forward, bending you over as he pulled your hips back against him.

His hands moved over your bare skin, lingering on every curve, every inch he could claim.

“Thought you could get away with that teasing?” His voice was low, ragged with need as he positioned himself behind you, his body pressing you against the wall as he filled you with one hard, consuming thrust that had you gasping, clutching at the wall to steady yourself.

Each thrust was deep, merciless, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

His fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he filled you, his pace unrelenting, driving you to the edge until you were gasping, gripping the wall for support as he whispered against your ear.

“Think I’d let you get off so easy?” he murmured, barely letting you breathe as his fingers toyed with you, his grip steady, keeping you right where he wanted.

Each thrust was calculated, dragging you to the edge before he’d still, savoring the frustration that colored your gasps and quiet pleas.

You tried to push back against him, to meet his rhythm, but his hands held firm, keeping you there on the brink, trembling under his control, body aching with the need to be taken past the breaking point.

With each relentless thrust, he kept you on the edge, his movements precise, leaving you breathless and desperate. He paused just long enough to feel the quiver in your thighs, the slight whimper escaping your lips as you hovered at that unbearable threshold.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice firm but laced with that undeniable hunger.

His hand slid down, fingers brushing against you, only to pull away just as your hips arched in silent pleading.

Every time you thought he’d finally let you tumble over, he held back, savoring the way your body tensed and trembled under his grip.

When he finally leaned down, pressing the weight of his body into you as he whispered against your ear, his voice was a low, wicked murmur.

“You wanted to tease, didn’t you?” He pressed himself deeper, filling you, each thrust now unrestrained, relentless, his rhythm pushing you right to the point of shattering.

The sound of his breathing filled the space, rough and uneven as he watched you, his own restraint beginning to falter.

You felt his grip on your hips tighten, his rhythm breaking, as he finally drove you both over the edge, sending you spiralling together in a rush of tension finally released.

And from that moment forward, you and Ino watched the entire Scream series every Halloween.

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luvlyycy · 8 months ago

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"suguuu.. it's too big.." you stifle a sob, hands grabbing at your boyfriend's arms— his hair pulled neatly into a half-bun as he grabs onto the headboard. he knows it's gonna fit— it has to.

his body shakes, "cunt's too fuckin' tight, baby." you feel so warm,, so tight— so innocent, he can't help but want to corrupt you. he pushes deeper, your glossy lower lip sucked between your teeth— "sugu, sugu,, " you whine, and he feels your pussy begin to convulse around his swollen cock, "yeah, baby?" he leans down to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"think 'm g'nna cum, suguuu." you huff, causing suguru to smile— "aww, poor thing. i haven't even moved."

"please, sugu. d,deeper,, wanna cum— s'bad!"

"okay, okay, baby. 'sugu's g'nna make you cum, yeah? yeah."

#cy yaps ! — ♡#mmmm. men.#geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #geto smut #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru smut #suguru geto smut #suguru geto #jjk #jjk smut

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sserafin · 7 months ago

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Instant lover- Manipulator S. Gojo

H×h!au,no need to watch h×h to read this

Warnings: Nsfw, mdni. Fem!reader, porn links,mafia family head Gojo, reader gets called pet,servant,princess,doll,etc.unprotected sex,oral,p in v. Manipulation?

Word count: 958 Not proofread

Being a member of Phantom Troupe, the most powerful thieves you can say, your group's target of the day was to steal the wealth of the Gojo family and kill the head of the family,Gojo Satoru, the popular manipulator with the technique "Instant lover"

"nen"-something like cursed energy you can say.

"Instant lover"- nen technique of Baise from h×h. The person can make anyone their pet servant and make them do anything for 180 mins.

"Ahh, 'ts too much, I'll do whatever you say, please...tell me what t' do"

"Shh, just answer my questions doll"

How can someone make you feel this way by just using a nen technique on you?

"what else did you all plan to do?"

"To- to kill you"

"Aw, such an honest little slut. I really didn't expect to see such a cutie in the Phantom Troupe"

You felt like you were seeing hearts everywhere. Butterflies in your stomach from his every touch. His one hand on your neck and two fingers of his other hand inside your cunt, as he asked you everything about the troupe.

"And they sent you to take care of me? Too bad they ran away leaving you alone"

Moving his fingers in and out of your cunt at a fast pace as he brought his face close to your neck, peppering kisses from your neck to down to your chest.

He looked up to you with a grin on his face,slowing down the pace of his fingers. "How can I just let this pretty prey that got caught by me, just go like that?"

"I-I'll do anything you say,sir, tell me what to do"

You can't believe that you, a member of Phantom Troops,who has defeated uncountable people, stole the most expensive merchandise from different countries, is currently under the spell of a manipulator, turned into a little pet who'll do anything for him.

"Let me give you the best 180 mins of your life before we go and kill those bastards who left you alone, yes?"

He slowly moved down,moving his hand from your neck to caress your waist. Your cheeks flushed, even though you tried to fight off his manipulation with how much strength you had left, you knew you wouldn't hold on for long and will end up being his little pet servant for next 3 hours.God knows what this man will end up doing with you while you're out of your mind.

"So wet f' me,my little slut" he mumbled sweet words while his tongue licked your sweet cunt, slowly entering.

Yup, you lost it there.His sweet voice ringing in your ear and his tongue exploring your cunt. You were laying on your back, jerking your hips against his face as his tongue rubbed against your clit, overwhelming you with pleasure.

"shiiit, just like that pretty, moan f' me jussst like that"

"C-Can't hold it toru,d,deeper need you s' bad"

"You can hold it right? I know you can hold it just a little longer sweetheart" shit, those words worked like magic to you. "Don't cum till I saw so, understood darling?"

"Ahh, ahh shiit, i-i got it, fuck"

"your sweet little whines are like music to my ears my pretty slut. Just wait a min."

You were nearly about to come, but he got up, both of his hands were holding your hips.He pulled you closer to grind on his clothes bulge while he was taking off his shirt and then his trousers.

"take it like a good slut mhm? You'll make your master proud by taking it all, right sweetheart?"

His cock was coated with leaking pre cum, slowly entering your cunt. Halfway in there, he entered his full length without any warnings.His hips slapped your ass making a loud bang.

"Fuck, fuck, slow down ahh, fuck 'toru" It wasn't long since he started pounding into you at a full pace, your moans and little sounds filling the room. Everytime he thrusted his full length in, you felt chills all over your body. The effect of his manipulation turning you into a complete mess.

"Satoru, f-fuck, I'll be forever with you and do anything you w-want"

"Such a sweet submissive pet you are. Would you go with me to kill your gang members? Would you like to stay as my little princess? Sweet little slut belonging to Mr. Gojo Satoru?"

"Y-yes, fuck it ah, just like that, just there" You couldn't hear anything other than the loud slapping of his cock echoing around the room and his sweet lustful voice,which you were too cock drunk to understand at this moment.

It's been 10 mins since he's been monstrously pounding into you at full pace. He held your arched back and laid back, making you ride him.

"ride it sweetheart. Make me feel good mhm"

His words spread chills in your body once again, your mind forcing you to bounce but your legs weren't helping you out.

He sensed this and grabbed your ass, moving you up and down his on cock. You felt him twitch inside you,now he was the one who was a moaning mess.

"Fuck, fuck, just like that baby, ride me like that doll, yess you're doing 't right my princess. Ahh fuck...look at that sweet pussy taking me in so good"

His sweet praises made it even harder to hold on.You felt overwhelmed with pleasure as he rubbed your clit with his fingers. You finally came, your breath becoming heavy and your walls closing in. Before your intense wave of pleasure was over, his cock twitched inside you one more time before he came, filling you up, your and his juices mixing and dripping,pooling on his hips.

You both laid there on his bed for three more mins before he held you in his hands and got up to go to his bathroom. He got both himself and you in the warm water in the tub arranged by his servants.

"let's just relax and get you cleaned up a little....before we go to round 2?" He grins, bringing his face close to yours and giving a gentle kiss. "We still have 2 hours and 30 mins left till my manipulation gets off sweetheart"

What happened that day 👀

• Fingering you while questioning you about the troop

• Thinking back, you can't believe that he moans more than you

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naughtyjjk · 8 months ago

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jjk men putting in just the tip

characters: nanami, gojo, geto, toji | fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, teasing, denial, dirty talk, begging, creampie all of these end with you getting fucked <3 hehe

NANAMI...

it's a losing battle from the start. his willpower is weak and you already know this but it's just too much fun to tease him.

nanami is grinding against you on the bed, rutting his cock on your pussy in desperation like he's so horny that he doesn't even know what to do with himself. if it weren't for the fact that you were both still clothed, you'd basically be fucking already.

his pants are tented, the fabric stretched so far to accommodate his erection that it looks like it could break. every time he slides against your panties, the friction is delicious and you both moan. you're wet down there and so is he, a damp spot appearing where he's leaking precum. nanami rolls his hips into yours, faster and faster, and you gasp at the rush of pleasure that makes your head dizzy.

"let me—let me fuck you," he says, eyes dark and filled with arousal. the words make you shudder. it's so hot seeing nanami, who is usually so composed, begging and desperate like this.

"you can put it in," you tell him, "but just the tip, okay?"

he nods frantically, so turned on that he would practically agree to anything you say at this point. pushing down his pants, he sighs in relief as his cock springs up, free of its restraints.

at the sight of nanami's cock fully exposed now, you swallow thickly. he's so hard, flushed an angry red at the tip, the veins bulging out along his shaft. precum pools at the tip, spilling down the sides when he gives himself a firm squeeze.

you can feel yourself getting wetter, knowing that his cock will be inside you soon. nanami pulls your panties to the side and spreads your legs apart further. he lines up his cock by your entrance and you can feel it twitching and throbbing. nanami himself is breathing hard and he hasn't even put it in yet.

"ohhh fuck..." nanami moans as he pushes his cockhead into you, and it's immediately overwhelming for him. he pulses hard when he feels your tight heat and the pleasure makes his knees go weak. he tries to stay like that, he really does; he rolls his hips in circles, feeling your warmth, but that only makes him want more.

in the end, he doesn't last very long at all, unable to resist how good your pussy feels around his aching cock. "ngh—i can't—fuck, fuck, i'm sorry i can't keep my promise—i need—"

and he plunges the full length of his cock into you, moaning loud as he bottoms out. then without wasting any time, he pulls back and thrusts into you like he's in a frenzy, chasing a high that he so desperately needs.

"you feel—shit, you feel so fucking good." nanami snaps his hips forward again and again, managing to find your g-spot and aiming for it every time. he never forgets about your pleasure; one hand reaches down to rub at your clit, you cry out too, hips jerking as you clench around him.

"i—i'm—i can't hold—ah, f-fuck, i won't last—" he's shaking, entire body trembling with how good it feels. it doesn't take much before he's throbbing madly inside you. "c-coming—i'm coming—"

he shoots thick ropes deep inside you, cock pulsing against your walls, and then you're coming too not long after. as he pulls out, his cock gives one last twitch, and he can only admit defeat when it comes to this challenge.

GETO...

fully intends to put in just the tip but forgets to account for just how aroused he would get and overestimates his own self-control.

he has you bent over on the bed, legs spread apart so that he can see your dripping pussy. he runs a hand along your folds, watching as you shudder from his touch. his cock comes next, brushing against your entrance, feeling how wet you are already.

"we—we agreed on just the tip," you remind him as he starts to push in, penetrating you and stretching you open.

"that's what i'm doing," he says, biting back a moan and forcing himself to stop once the cockhead is fully inside. his hands are gripping your waist, occasionally moving to squeeze your ass. "just the tip. nothing more."

he stays like that, unmoving, for what feels like forever. it's heaven but also torture. your arousal spikes with each second that goes by and your pussy throbs with need as if to try and suck in more of his cock.

"now imagine," he starts to speak again, voice low and seductive. "imagine my hard fucking cock sliding inside you... inch... by inch... i'll fill you up real good, make your pussy remember the shape of my cock. you want that, baby?"

whimpering, you nod at his words. his dirty talk has you trembling and you can't help it when your hips begin to move on their own, pushing back to feel more of him. geto groans at the sight as more and more of his cock disappears into you, feeling you clamp down around him.

"hah—yeah, good girl." his grip around you tightens, voice strained like he's struggling to hold himself back. "i could make you feel good. i could make you come so fucking hard."

he doesn't even give you time to reply before thrusting into you all the way without any warning. you moan brokenly, hands clench around the bedsheets.

"fuck," geto grunts, pace never faltering as he pounds into you. "you were waiting for this, weren't you? bet your pussy was just begging for my cock."

he hits deep inside you, so deep that it sends tingles all throughout your body. you moan, rocking your hips to match his movements. "th-there—o-oh my god, right there—"

"look at you," geto says. his thrusts are becoming rougher, bringing you to the edge. "should've known that just the tip wouldn't be enough for you."

he keeps up a steady, brutal rhythm that has you falling apart, so lost in the sensations that you can only take whatever he gives you. and you feel yourself getting closer, so fucking close, ready for your orgasm at any moment now.

"come," geto says, a command. "be a good girl and come for me. come on my cock and show me how badly you want it."

your body is obeying him before you can even try to resist. on the next thrust, pleasure floods your mind and you come hard as geto continues to fuck you through it.

he comes shortly after, cock buried deep inside you as he throbs once, twice, before he reaches his limit, filling you up with his release in spurts. he comes so hard that it drips out of you, wet and sticky, as soon as he pulls out his cock. you feel like you're in bliss, collapsing on the bed as your muscles give out.

GOJO...

he's so damn cocky about it that it's both arousing and irritating at the same time. gojo is confident in his body, he knows how to use his body to get what he wants. so when he puts in the tip, he doesn't just stay there; he wants you to be the one to give in first and prove that he's fully in control even when it becomes obvious that he's struggling to hold back, too.

you're lying on your back, on the bed, with gojo between your legs. he starts by rocking his hips back and forth, nudging his cockhead against your entrance and pushing into you over and over again.

"i bet you want more, don't you?" he taunts, but the breathlessness in his voice gives away his own desires.

you have your own resolve and you're determined not to give him the satisfaction of winning. "n-nope, i'm—ah—i'm completely fine like this. we said just the tip, remember?"

groaning, gojo rolls his hips in tantalizing circles. you can feel him twitching against your entrance, leaking precum on your pussy. it's a battle of stubbornness to see who will admit defeat first.

he leans forward so that he's directly on top of you, arms propped up on the bed. you can feel his breath on your face as he's panting, those mesmerizing blue eyes staring into yours. fuck, this isn't fair.

"it's okay to admit that you want my cock," he says, voice low and ragged. so fucking sexy. you shudder and it takes all of your willpower not to succumb to his seductions right then and there.

"it's okay to admit that you want my pussy," you shoot back, but your words come out weaker than intended, unable to hold back the moan that escapes your lips.

at that moment, gojo's cock slips in an extra inch. you don't know if it was an accident or not, but you both moan at the same time, head thrown back at the sudden increase in pleasure sending tingles all throughout your body.

"fuuck, you're so tight. it's like you're sucking me in." gojo has gone back to thrusting into you and he has about half his length inside you now, no longer just the tip. you can't mock him for it though, because you're just as far gone yourself.

"p-please, i can't take it anymore, just—fuck me—fuck me already."

it's heavenly when gojo finally, finally, thrusts into you fully. his hard cock hits deep inside you, filling you up in the best way, and it's so fucking hot the way that you can feel it throbbing against your walls. you clench around him and he gasps, hips stuttering.

it doesn't take much more after that for either of you to come. the foreplay had gotten you so riled up that you're extra sensitive to everything and the steady thrusts of gojo's cock into your pussy has you coming undone. gojo comes too, shooting his release inside you, cock still twitching as he pulls out.

in the end, both of you gave in at the same time and the competition, the slow agonizing buildup, only made the sex that much better once you finally got what you wanted.

TOJI...

says he's going to put in just the tip and stays true to his word the entire time. he seems to have an endless amount of self-control and in the end, somehow, you're the one that breaks down and begs for it. make no mistake—even if you suggested this, he's the one in control the whole time.

he starts by rubbing his hard cock on your pussy, not even putting any of it in yet, simply letting you feel him. teasingly, he rubs his cockhead by your entrance but then slides it between your thighs, the length of his cock brushing against your clit. it makes you gasp, trembling for it. of course, he never gives you what you want, only smiling wickedly at the sight of you falling apart under him.

next, he inserts the tip slowly, slowly, making you feel him as he enters you and stretches you open. then he pulls back out. he does this again and again, miniature thrusts of his hips, never going any further. it's fucking torture because he gives you a taste of his cock before pulling away, a constant reminder of what you could be getting.

"tell me that you want it," he whispers in your ear. "beg me for my cock like a good girl."

you're moaning uncontrollably, trying to move your hips back to feel more of him, but he holds you in place. "o-oh my god, toji—"

he riles you up until you think you're going to go crazy, mind clouded with lust. it feels like forever that he teases you like this, testing your limits, making sure that you can feel his hard cock throbbing against your pussy.

"there's no point in resisting, baby," he tells you. "i want to hear you say it. show me just how desperate you are."

you give in embarrassingly fast, but you just can't take it anymore. toji knows how to break you down and you're so wet, dripping with arousal; you want him to fuck you already. "please—a-ah, please—i want your cock—wanna feel your cock inside—"

grinning, he finally slams his hips forward, thrusting deep into you. and he doesn't stop, keeping up a brutal pace that has both of you panting and moaning until he comes hard inside you.

you're coming too, finally getting relief from all that teasing earlier, and you can't stop shaking with how good the buildup to your orgasm is. but you know now, after learning the hard way, not to challenge toji to put in just the tip again.

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