#wanna lick the flesh from their bones and follow the sweat droplets running down their biceps

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HC: Seeing Them Shirtless for the First Time | JJK

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Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojo, Itadori, Megumi 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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The first time you saw Gojo shirtless was during your first time being intimate with him.

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Gojo was just-perfect. You honestly couldn’t describe him any other way...yeah, he could sometimes be a pain in your ass with his boyish antics, but that somehow adds to that special charm he possesses. Even now, with his hands pinning yours above your head, lips molding into yours in a lustful heat, he was smiling as if he was having the time of his life. Gojo moved down from your lips, finally allowing you a second to breathe, instantly finding a spot on your neck, sucking and licking the skin as if his life depended on it. The sensation was overriding your system, your throat desperately trying to release a groan from the overwhelming sensation, intense heat traveling through your core. You felt him find the spot you were most sensitive in, that held back groan finally being stolen from your swollen lips. Embarrassment burst into your stomach, your knuckles tightening as you shifted to to the side, desperately trying to hide your face from making such a lewd reaction.

You felt Gojo chuckle against your skin, the vibration sending a shock wave throughout your spine and limbs. “Ah, Cmon doll, don’t be so shy,” he cooed, a devilish smirk encasing his features, “I like it when you make those little sounds for me.........and only me, right?” It was a taunt, a trap, and he knew it-if Gojo Satoru was anything, he was always confident in his abilities. And his ability to completely be able to control you, to keep you by his side, was no exception. Any other day, when you were thinking clearly you would Probabaly retort back with a back handed quip that would make him chuckle. But right now, with your head buzzing with adrenaline and only the thought of the way his skin felt against yours, his kisses burning into your flesh and the pulsating heat in your core...you just wanted him.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice wavering with nerves and adrenaline as your digits found the edge of his shirt, craving for more of his skin against yours. Gojo chuckled again, the sound warm and rich like molasses. Yet, his hand since again were on top of yours, now halting you in your pursuit of undressing him. “You really wanna do this doll? I’m not against it, not at all, but you dont have to-“

“I want to,” you interjected, face flushed with desperation, eyes wide with lust, “I want to so badly Gojo...I want you.” Gojo’s chest tightened at the words, a feral need exploding in his chest-god, the times he dreamed of this day and it’s finally happening...you were just too adorable, your hair tosseled from the heated make out sessions, lips puffy and skin so warm, your eyes practically begging him to devour you. How could he deny you that luxury, especially since you wanted it so much? He leaned in to your lips, digits tracing your skin in designs only he could imagine. He pulled away, mere centimeters from your skin. “You sure little one?” He asked again, using the nickname he gave you that always made you roll your eyes with a smile. It did just the trick, making you giggle at the name as you looked to the side-“I’ve always been ready, ya know.”

“Oh really?” He teased, that delicious smirk gracing his features. He leaned away from you, sitting up in the bed. “Well, I’m not too sure about that....” His digits wrapped around the hem of his shirt near his neck, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the corner of his room. Gojo shook his hair out slightly, making the tendrils look even more chaotic than before. You felt your chest tighten by the sight of Gojo shirtless....you had imagined many times before, but seeing the real thing was way different, and way better. Gojo was built as perfectly as his personality, each muscle taught and visible in his abdomen and arms, the veins in his hand even more noticeable in the lighting. You gulped, staring at the way his sweatpants accentuated the dips of his hips, following down to the waist band of his boxers peaking out from his sweats.

Gojo noticed every gesture you made, loving how you drank in his form as he hovered over you. “Why don’t you take a picture-itll last longer,” he said as he leaned into your ear, earning a playful eye roll form you. He chuckled at your reaction, leaning back into your body, hands trailing the side of your waist. “Well if you’re not gonna take a picture....I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m the only one shirtless here....” your felt his digits find the hem of your shirt, teasingly tracing your skin under from underneath..

“So how about we change that, hm?”

The first time you saw Itadori shirtless it was by pure chance- He just cant seem to remember to bring a spare tshirt into the bathroom when he showers.

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Yuuji cant seem to understand why your so flustered- he is so adorable and innocently oblivious its almost painful. Especially when he comes out of the bathroom from a shower, cotton candy pink hair still dripping with water droplets, slick adomen in full view, the “V” of his hip bones partially exposed from the band of his sweatpants. You just wanted to have a chill movie night with your boyfriend-but how can you think about choosing between a horror or a comedy when you have that in front of you? You gulp down a ball of saliva as Itadori casually talked about the different options of films, rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt as if this was all a normal event-which it was not. Your eyes were glued onto him, drinking in every deifned dip and curve and trying to hold yourself back from thinking about...other ways this cozy date could end up....

But Yuuji knows you like the back of his hand....he knows when something is wrong with you, and you most deinfitely are not your self right now. He instantly begins to ask you questions, voice softly laced with worry. You reassure him your fine, really, but Itadori knows you way too well. He gently raises your chin with his pointer and middle finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your breathe gets hitched in your throat, brain suddenly and unbelievebaly clouded from being so so close to him, now knowing that the boyfriend you love so dearly looks like a damn god under his clothing making your heart ram against your chest. His voice was comforting and warm, eyes scanning your face for any sign of sadness or even maybe sickness. 

“Whats on your mind?” he asks gently, trying to coax a response out of you so he can put his worries at ease....until he hears the words “your abs”, blurt out of your mouth at warp speed, your tone dazed and then immediately embarrassed, horror on your face for saying soemthing so honest. He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting that to come from you....but he would be lying if he didnt say he enjoyed it once it set in. A warm chuckle tumbles out of Itadori, that bright boyish grin plastered on his face. He really didnt mean to make you so flustered,..but he’s not complaining

The first time you saw Megumi shirtless was by force-he just hates being taken care of when he’s hurt.

Crimson red clumped against Megumi’s face, sticky and smeared glimpses of his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. His hair was matted down to his face from the slashes oozing out of his head, suit was slashed to bits, his ribs were killing him, and he had a limp on his left leg...but he was fine-honestly. Or that’s what he was trying to tell you...but you wouldn’t listen to a single second of the bull crap he was trying feed you. He was conflicted with emotions-on one hand, it almost annoyed him how utterly selfless you could be for him. It was 1am, the moon on its highest peak in the sky, and you were willing to play nurse for him....but on the other, it warmed him up inside that you did care so much. If he would allow himself to dwell on that emotion, he would admit-that it was .... nice....to have someone take care of him for once. He was used to bandaging each wound on his own, cleaning and disinfecting the soon to be battle scars, hissing to the walls at the pain it caused him. But with you there, you were soft, so gentle with him. Your touch was like a second adrenaline rush for him-you had yourself cradled in his lap, the skin of your thighs barely crazing his tattered uniform. Hands gently positioning his hair, pushing the wispy jet black strands away from the wounds.

“I can do this on my own,” he retorted quietly, his voice a few octaves lower from fatigue. “I bet you could..” you completely ignored him, continuing to busy yourself with closing a scrape on his skin with butterfly bandages. “-but why would I let you?” Megumi felt his breath hitch, taking a sharp breath in....any type of annoyance he felt with you being so god damn persistent instantly left his body, the only thing he can focus on was how much he loved your selfless nature-even if it could be annoying at times. But the instant he took in that deep breath, he felt a deep, guttural pain in his side, making him groan before he could stop it from spilling out of his mouth. That soft gaze you had turned to worry, your hands wrapping around his face, thumbs running smooth circles on his pale skin. “Your hurt....we’re going to need to-“

“N-no, I-“Megumi stuttered out, obviously flustered by the prospect of you seeing him so bare. “I-I’m fine. I can do this on my-“ his voice was stern and cold, yet the wavering tone made any attempt of sounding firm go invalid. You gave him a small smile, your fingers still running circles against his skin, making him look at you with nervous eyes. “Megumi, you are not fine,” you stated calmly, with eyes that simply said the opposite-you were genuinely worried for him. “please...you could have broken a rib, or done soemthing to cause a lot of damage...please, Megumi, I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” You were asking him, pleading with him, and it broke Megumi in his core-he just couldn’t stand to see you look that scared for him of all people. Megumi sighed, eyes drifting down to the floor in hopes you couldn’t see his embarrassment as he gave in to you.

You helped Megumi shuffle out of his uniform, opting to cut it with some scissors halfway (as it was tattered to shreds already). Both of you were quite nervous...in your relationship, you had never down anything that would warrant for you to see each other’s body’s. So you being able to see him without a shirt felt like a huge step, even if it wasn’t such a big deal to an outsider. Once the fabric was finally off, you both sat in silence, your minds reeling. You knew Megumi was fit, but seeing exactly how much that work paid off brought heat flooding your body, your eyes focused on the way his breath contracted and relaxed his muscles, the moonlight catching the divots of his lower abdomen deliciously. Pale white Scars littered his skin from training, making his body even more mysterious to look at. Each scar was a story, some sort of battle, a lesson he had to learn...you wanted to learn about each and every one. Your hand felt drawn to them, digits slowly checking for signs of bruising, purposefully tracing those scars in order to burn them to memory. Fushigori was practically panicking, desperately trying to keep his heartrate lowered, the cool night air biting at his heated skin as your digits traced against his sides. You were only trying to detect the spots that could be damaged on his abdomen...but damn was it firing something inside him. He was feeling more comfortable like this, just relishing the feeling of your skin on his.

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Lips are for Biting Here (18+)

Fandom; Obey Me (Shall we Date) Pairing; Mammon x MC Tags; smut, obey me, mammon x reader, rough smut, demon kink, wing kink, minor blood mention, gn!reader, ambiguous reader, top!mammon, bottom!reader, dom/sub Word Count; 1,317

Description; Mammon and MC have sex. That’s it. I tried to write this in a way that doesn’t specify what sex/gender MC is, they are referred to as they/them. A/N; This is the first fic I’ve wrote since 2014/15, as it’s been a while feedback and helpful suggestion’s are welcome. You can also find this fic on AO3

  Mammon had MC against the wall, wrists pinned above their head with his right hand while his left gripped their waist, bringing them in as close as he could to himself. His tongue lapped over their neck as they rolled their hips into his. He gasped and bit down just above MC’s collar bone, marking them as his, making them gasp out in pain.

  Mammon licked up the wound, catching a small droplet of blood on his tongue. “Again!” MC gasped, looking down at him with hazy eyes and watching as he shifted into his demon form “Please master!”

  The great Mammon smirked and licked his lip, his left hand moving up MC’s top, nails dragging along the skin of their side. “First things first,” He starts, mouth moving to theirs, only a hairs width away when he continued, “we need to get you out of these clothes, and unless you want me to rip them?”

  MC came out of their daze momentary and pushed Mammon away, and he let out a laugh while they pulled off their top. Mammon tore his clothes off, not caring about them, and watched as MC stripped off the last of their garments. As soon as they were naked, Mammon pushed them onto the bed, not giving himself time to admire their body, and lay on top of them, and began marking their neck until it was lined with large red bruises. He grinned at his handy work and watched MC wriggle beneath him, breathing heavily and rolling their crotch up, trying to get some friction from Mammon’s leg that was rested in-between theirs. Mammon shuffled down a little to begin his work on MC’s chest and looked at it as a blank canvas, one he wanted to paint over and show his brothers. Show them that MC was his and his alone. He shook his head, returning his focus as he licked and sucked around MC’s chest, one hand coming up to pinch and tug at one of MC’s nipples.

  MC let out a gasp and rolled their crotch up against Mammon, “Master, please, more...” they said between heavy breaths, their hands coming to grab onto Mammon’s horns, making him falter and gasp suddenly. MC bit their lip at that reaction and kept their grip on the horns, nudging Mammon’s head down. Mammon hissed and bit MC’s sides as he worked his way down to MC’s crotch, watched it pulse once, and he blew a soft puff of air onto it. MC shivered and Mammon smirked, then poked his tongue out, giving MC a long lick before taking them into his mouth and sucking. MC gasped, hands flying off of Mammon’s horns, one gripping onto the bedsheets and the other tugging on their hair. They continued to groan and gasp as Mammon sucked and licked what he could, MC’s hips bucking into his mouth, and Mammon relished in the taste of them. He wanted them. Needed them all to himself.

  MC could feel themself coming undone with every flick of Mammon’s tongue, every soft scrape of Mammon’s teeth sent a rush of arousal through their body. They groaned loudly, feeling themself coming to the edge and the hand that was gripping the sheets banged on the bed twice, their signal to Mammon to stop.   Mammon gave one last lick and looked up at MC, who gazed down at him with lust-filled eyes. “Inside me… Now… Please…”

  Mammon nodded, moving off MC and rolling them over. MC reached to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom and passing it back, staying on their knees, head in the pillows and legs as far apart as they could go. Mammon took the condom, and tore the package, rolling it onto his dripping length. When it was secure, he took MC’s hips and lined his throbbing member up with their entrance, trying and failing to suppress a low groan, and thrust into them. MC inhaled sharply as Mammon pushed into them, and pushed back against him until his pelvis was right against them. The wiggled, trying to get some friction, craving Mammon’s cock filling them up, but Mammon stayed still, his hands resting now on MC’s waist, holding them in place as he took in tightness and warmth inside them.

  “Fuck that’s good,” he said, before finally moving back to thrust again. MC groaned, grabbing the closest pillow and biting down on it. Mammon’s nails dug into MC’s waist and he began to pick up the pace, groaning and panting as he thrust hard and deep into them. He thrust into them again, and again, earning a mewl from MC. The smell of sex and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, beads of sweat running down the pair as the bed’s headboard banged against the wall.

  Mammon knew the whole house could hear the noises coming from the room, knew his brothers would know what they were doing in there. That thought steered him forward, MC was his and his brothers would know it, listening and burning with jealousy as MC began to yell their moans, their shouts of Mammon’s name.

  Mammon reaches his hands around MC and grabs their chest, lifting them and leaning back on his knees so they were on his lap. His wings stretched out behind him and pushed against the mattress for support. MC leaned back into him and began moving in his lap, so Mammon took the hint and began bouncing his hips upwards into them, hands still wrapped around them, pinching and squeezing where he could. One of his hands came up to MC’s chin and tilted it to the side, giving him access to their neck as he bit down. MC let out a shout and clenched around Mammon’s cock and he moaned into the flesh between his teeth. He began to suck hard and abuse the new mark that he was sure would stay for at least a week. Finally, Mammon unclenched his teeth hand released the bruised peace of flesh on MC’s neck, panting heavily as MC shivered and leaned forward.

  “I’m close, please master~ I wanna cum so badly” MC’s voice was an octave higher, strained and heavy.

  Mammon’s hands slid down their arms loosely and grabbed onto their elbows. He was nearing his finish as his wings pushed him upright and MC moved back into doggy-style position, held up only by Mammon’s grasp on their elbows as he slammed into them. They gasped and groaned, drool spilling out of their mouth and their entrance clenching tighter. Their lower region throbbed as MC spilt over the edge, and Mammon followed only seconds later, groaning and cussing, spilling everything he had into MC.

  The strength in his wings gave out and the pair fell forward, panting and letting out small laughs. Mammon, shifting back to his more human form, rolled off of MC and pulled the condom off, tying it and throwing it into the bin next to the bed. He grinned down at the human, his human, and lay back down, pulling them close to him.

  “How was that, eh? Better than you expected?” He asked, his breathing ragged as he tried to get it under control. One hand wrapped around MC, holing them close, and the other resting on his chest. MC looked up at him with a sleepy grin and nodded, “That was amazing Mammon. You’re amazing.” They shifted a little so they were in a more comfortable position, and rested their head on Mammon’s chest, just under his hand. “I love you so much,” they breathed out as they began to lose consciousness.

  A lazy smile graced Mammon’s features, and he let his body completely relax, letting out a small “I love you too MC” as his eyes closed over, and he drifted to sleep.