#shout out to little guys fr got to be one of my favorite genders

[uruwashi-no-nightingale]

i don't have a funny caption. i just think we should talk about him more

[gojogoblin]

jjk boys’ favorite body part of yours [pt. II] 18+

part II featuring nanami, sukuna, toge

content: gender neutral!reader, some fluff, some light smut

read pt. I here | pt. III here

nanami | ears

No one ever listened to Nanami. They didn't listen when he warned them it was too cold to go out bar hopping that night, they didn't listen when he complained about the prices of the drinks at the one trying to be classy, and they certainly didn't listen when he pointed you out as they stumbled out onto the curb, drunkenly debating on which bar to hit next. You had been trying to get past the rowdy crowd on your way down the street, and you had those adorable fluffy ear muffs. He'd cried out for his friends to watch it, reaching out instinctively to grab your arm and help you step over the guy who'd tripped and was falling to the ground impressively. He'd apologized profusely and promised they weren't usually like that. You listened.

A year rolled around around and you'd been his for a few months now, and the best part? You listened. You were the only one he fully loosened his tie for, the one he sighed to and cried to and let his guard down for. Even when he didn't have the energy to speak much louder than a whisper. He'd pull you in and let you sit sideways on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and his lips at your ear. He'd whisper that he was so grateful to have you, that he didn't know what he'd do without you. His breath would tickle your ear but you wouldn't laugh because this was serious.... until it wasn't.

Until his hand slid down your side slowly, following the path he knew you liked, pausing just under your rib cage to listen to the way your breath caught in your throat. Down to your hips, your thighs. He'd squeeze them as he whispered, letting his bottom lip drag against your earlobe. You would always lose track of what he said to you- nothing you could repeat in the light of day, though, that was certain. He was always calm and collected about it, but he'd begin to lose himself when he let his lips close around your earlobe, sucking softly because he knew it didn't take much to draw the whimpers from your lips. Romantic, really, even with him bottomed out deep in you, grinding his hips forward and prompting shaking inhales from you each time. His favorite- and yours too- was dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear. Kissing the back of it, and then letting his lips travel to the skin just behind it, almost at your hairline. Ever since the moment he'd found out it was a sensitive area for you, he'd never let it go. Kissing, nipping, sucking- the warmth of his tongue on your skin got you every single damn time and it would never get old.

His favorite time of the year was winter, when he could leave bold hickeys just behind your ear and no one would see them under those cute little ear muffs.

sukuna | thighs

'Oh my god, you're amazing.' Those were the first words he'd ever said to you, though he'd never really stopped saying them. It had been a funny situation, really, and you two still laughed about it to this day. You were just coming back from the store down the road with some snacks for your 'me-time' movie night when you saw a huge dog barreling down the sidewalk right at you. It was some kind of shepherd mix, and you were a little terrified until you heard an out of breath shout from further down from him- 'he's friendly, he just got off his leash!' So you'd done the first thing you could think of, which was drop the bag and crouch, arms held out as if for a hug.

Within seconds, you'd managed to trap the pup between your thighs, standing over him and rubbing his ears as you waited for his owner to catch up. So, it was only natural that what he first noticed about you was your thighs. How strong they were for being able to trap the squirming dog between them to keep him still while he clipped the leash back onto his harness. You'd invited him over that night; that was the first time he worshipped you from between your thighs.

He'd never stopped. He bit them, kissed them, whispered things against them that would scandalize even the boldest of men. His fingers squeezed at the inner bits of flesh, delighting at the bruises that would form almost immediately on the sensitive skin. His favorite thing was when he'd work you with his mouth, drawing desperate moan after moan and breathless gasps from your lips, and you'd tighten your thighs around his head so tightly he wondered if someday it'd burst. What an honorable way to go, really. He'd kiss you and make you promise to wear the pretty little garter he'd bought you under your skirt when you went out with him that night, the same garter he loved pulling all the way down your leg with his teeth. He'd trail his lips all the way back up your leg, leaving shameless marks the whole way.

And when he finished, he would pull out like a gentleman, but there was nothing gentlemanly about the way he'd make a mess on your thighs, groaning as he watched the way it dripped down the abused skin.

toge | lips

Toge had always told himself it was just because he was reading your lips that he stared. It wasn't weird, it wasn't a cause for concern, and it definitely wasn't creepy. And it wasn't like he had to read lips to understand what people were saying, it was just that it helped him focus better. But even watching yours chat idly about your day, he couldn't focus because all he could think about was how nice your chapstick was. He knew it was chapstick and because he'd watched you put it on just minutes ago. You didn't mind it, not really. It was cute, actually, the way he'd blush when you looked to his lips too as if to silently tell him you knew what he was doing. He blushed often, and he hated it, but you loved it.

Even now, after being together for months, he would invite you to lay on the couch with him while you chatted on the phone with your friends, fingers brushing softly across them when you weren't talking, sometimes so softly it tickled. He would kiss the chapstick right off of your lips and laugh when you complained about having to put more on. He, of course, didn't mind watching you purse your lips as you swiped the chapstick on, watch you pop them softly before smiling when you caught him staring again. He even stared when you were upset, still finding you effortlessly beautiful as your lips curled into a frown over something that would often prove to be inconsequential compared to the comfort he gave.

Despite all of this, Toge wasn't shy about his obsession when it came to the bedroom. He'd kiss you until your lips were swollen and trembling, then watch with heavy pants as you wrapped your lips around his fingers. Your eyes were always so innocent. Soft, staring up at you through wet lashes like that as he curled his fingers against your tongue to see you open your mouth wider for him. A long time ago, you'd accidentally bought a pink tinted chapstick and groaned in annoyance. Toge had tucked it away for times like these, where he told you to put it on only so he could see it smeared later. Gasping, choking out poor excuses for his name as he held you by the jaw, thumb swiping over your bottom lip and painting a light pink streak from the corner of your lips to your cheek. He'd end up with some on his teeth too from the way he bit and sucked at your lips until they were tender to the touch.

All of this to say he adored watching your lips when you told him you loved him.