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Okay so I'm a stoner. My husband is a stoner. We often (everyday) fuck (like whores) while high so thats where these thoughts come from.

Let's imagine Suguru.

Best friend Suguru. You smoke all the time together. You're bitching about these men not giving good head. He disagrees. Skip to being on your back, legs spread open and pushed back. Suguru is feasting while you smoke a joint.

OR

Plug!Suguru, but you've probably known each other for a year. He just gets the best bud. You always share a joint - his treat, always free. But man you're so thankful. Skip to being on your knees, between his legs as he sits on the couch, maybe smoking, maybe taking pictures (if you like that, i sure do) while you throat him.

Am I a whore? Hopefully yes.

Kisses ❤️❤️

EEK thats literally such beautiful writing *i say as i slowly pull out my meat* (I'm a girl)

This is the first request and this is the second

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⯌ Sum

Stoner Suguru and his best friend little miss "I swear to god getting eaten out doesn't feel good!" and he might want to change your mind or head I guess you can say (pun intended)

⯌ Wc

1.2k

⯌Warnings

Drug use (weed), quick eat out with another guy that was lowkey cringe and not good at it, Suguru takes things into his own hands, oral!fem rec, clit stimulation, doing most of it high, some bondage, ate out on the bed in his room, pulling suguru's majestic hair 😖, they are high most of the time, so a shit ton of smoking, fingering, after care

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"Suguru fucking Geto get your ass in here!"

That's what you say to him more than you would like to admit. He takes a bunch of things from you ranging from your weed stash and your other pills to your panties and bras.

He came into your room with the whites of his eyes a bit red. Obvious of what he took. The idiot couldn't lie. "Mmm what's wrong pretty girl?" He mumbles with that stupid high smile on his face.

"Don't call me pretty girl. I'm having someone coming over. So you better not flirt with me. Because I want actually want to have sex." You say with a frown. It's been awhile and you've been horny.

"I can-"

"I'm not having sex with you, your my best friend and roommate and guess what else you are? High. Also I'm mad at you for stealing my shit so- get out." You push him out of your room and go to the front door to let the guy in.

He's tall, and pretty hot. Suguru is sitting on the couch eyeing him down. But he's to slug right now to say anything so he keeps smoking. You bring the boy in your room and you both undress.

He throws you on to the bed and he kisses down your body nothing romantic and then he gets to your pussy and sucks uncomfortably on your vagina no where close to your clit. He licks your folds nothing pleasureful.

You faked moaned try to please him more than yourself. "You close?" He said with a grin. Holy fuck you wanted to throw yourself off a balcony from this shit. This is so fucking disgusting and just overall, devastating for this man.

"Mhmm..?" You let out a sarcastic mhm and the idiot believed it. You let out a small cough to get attention and let out a short. "I came." It was an obvious lie to get him to piss off.

"Are you not gonna make me come to kitten?" What the fuck. "Uhm you can go. Maybe next time." (There will be no next time.) You practically kicked him out of the house and flopped back down with Suguru.

"Those moans were clearly fake." He bluntly states. You feel your face heat up with embarrassment. You were about to back yourself up but he cut you off. "I can make those pretty moans real."

That made you wet. No- soaked. Yes, he's your roommate, more so your best friend. But the way his eyes were so seductive, his soft hair your picturing your self grabbing as he eats you out.

But you do have a problem.

"Suguru no, I've never gotten good head. Yours won't be any better. So don't get your hopes up."

He chuckled with that handsome smile and his messy hair. His eyes were beet red but still so pretty. "If you let me..." He takes a puff. "I'll make you feel so good. I won't force you, you know I never will."

You sucked your breath in and considered. Maybe that tongue piercing might feel good on your pussy. "Fine. But this might ruin our friendship though." You say in a worried tone.

"Pretty, I want you more than just friends and I won't stop until I have you. I hope you know that." he says, in a sappy tone. Being sappy isn't like him but the more his eyes get red and the more inhales explains a lot.

He grabs your hand and brings you to his bedroom. It has band posters all over and a very black theme. You let him lay you flat on the bed and he gently kisses you.

"Good thing I have the munchies." He says in a shallow, joking voice. He kisses down your body after taking off your shirt. He gropes your tits rubbing the nipples.

He pulls down your pants and panties. He sniffs your pussy breathing in deeply. He sticks his tongue out then stops. You sigh disappointed. "I thought you were gonna make me feel good?" You say in a smug and annoyed tone.

You had a feeling this was gonna happen. They either don't know what to do when trying to eat out and just give up and just pull out their dick or just do it bad.

"I will don't worry..." He takes a joint and some weed from your dresser and your brows furrow. He rolls a joint up and lights the tip up and puts it into your mouth.

"Pretty girl I want you to smoke it at the same time. Get you a little high, hm?" He says in a seductive tone. You can never say no to that especially if you want release for your pussy and that tight knot in your stomach.

He kisses your pubic area then slowly kisses your folds. Since he's still high (you're sorta concerned about how much he took) but it's really lazy. He licks your slit, low and sensual. Something about this just made you more wet.

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friend! Plus it's someone you live with. But all your thoughts crumble to ash as he latches onto your clit and you start to get high. For some reason it made you feel even better.

You were embarrassed to admit but this felt really fucking good. You let out a true moan for the first time being eaten out.

He shoved two of his long fingers inside with black finger nail paint. He found your spongy spot in practically a second. He attacked your g-spot with his fingers, while he sucked on your clit like he wanted to leave a hickey. (Maybe he did.)

Your mind began to get foggy the more you smoked. All you could feel is pleasure at this point. "S-Sugu..." Your eyes brimmed with tears. That was the most you could say or do then shake and moan.

"You close sweetheart?" First time you could never be disgusted by that sentence. You just whined louder as an answer you really couldn't answer. He chuckled into your pussy causing pleasurable vibrations.

The more you smoke the more you relax, so the more you can't run or move. The more you moan and holler. This feels like the best kind of torture.

You pull at his hair and he moans and squeezes his eyes shut. "God woman." He groans. He thrusts his fingers faster while he grins and shuts his eyes the more you pull the faster he trusts and abuses your sweet spot.

"Sugu!" You squeal as you squirt he latches on to your clit again making you practically scream. He massages your thighs with small rubs while he gently sucks.

He licks your juices off drunk on your taste. You feel your eyes get hazy and droopy with the lazy licks after the best fucking orgasm you ever had.

You eventually pass out. Maybe it was the weed or maybe the mind altering orgasm. But he grabbed a wet towel and gently dabbed your pussy making sure it's clean from your cum and his saliva.

He slides your pink lacy panties on and one of his shirts. He crawls up taking the joint out of your mouth and puts it on the night stand beside his bed. He holds you tight against him kissing your forehead.

He licked his lips still drunk on your taste. He pulled the blankets up and kissed your forehead one last time. He whispered into your ear gently trying not to wake you up.

"Is being ate out still not good?"

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Hi lovelys lets go over some of the rules of my account and things i'm not a fan of and i will not be reposting\posting or writing:

-R@pe

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-Abuse

-Incest

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Things I will do!:

-Drabbles

-Oneshots

-Fluff

-Smut

-SOME twitter prn but will come with warnings <3

So basically anything like that

Y/N x the person

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I probably won't do masc readers maybe one day but I will be doing mostly fem unless I get a request!

You can of course ask for anything in the comments I will respond! Have a good day!

I think we can all agree Satoru is so nice usually. But I think I NEED mean Satoru. He absolutely makes fun of you when you inevitably can't take all the dick he gives you, especially if you're folded up into like, mating press. Just calling you dirty names.

I'm fucking drooling holy lord

IM TWEAKING THAT IS SO YUMMY ISTG

I fucking love your ideas ilysm 😩 btw this one is kinda short i'm still sick but if you want a longer version just ask i'll make one ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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⯌ Sum

Mean Satoru Gojo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

⯌ Wc

0.7k

it's really short but it's all mostly smut

⯌Warnings

Mean!Satoru, Fem!reader, Degradation, Humiliation. Overestimation, Edging, Bondage, Restraints, Impact Play (pussy spanking), Cervix bruising, bruising, brief mention of rope burn, Degradation & Humiliation, some aftercare, kinda kinky, breast playing, mating presses, eagle spread, vibrator that suctions, clit stim

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Satoru Gojo is one of the kindest and sweetest boyfriends you ever had. He would buy you everything you want and kiss you so gently it feels like an angel's kiss. One thing no one has ever expected was him to be so cruel when you both are having sex.

All your friends talked and gossiped about how "He'd just give you vanilla sex nothing that feels good.", "Orgasmless sex.", and "He's tall but probably a small dick." They chuckled and giggled about there own comments.

Little did you know when you joked about what they said about Satoru to him. He decided to prove them absolutely wrong.

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"Toru! Fuck!" You whine as he slams his big cock inside you in the tightest mating press. His hips snapping wildly like he was so fucking desperate to make you and him cum he was about to cry from over stimulation but he doesn't fucking care.

You tried to move away from overstimulation since he's been edging you but his hips snapping and his hands gripping your shoulders making sure you can't move away.

All you can do is holler and squeal and beg for mercy. Obviously he doesn't. He pulled out for a second and you thought it was over so you let out a sigh of relief before you heard a buzz. Your eyes shot open and you squirm. He ties your wrists and legs bound to the bed post in a eagle spread.

Your nipples perked in the air with arousal your stomach moves up and down with harsh breaths. You let out a shaky breath as he puts the pink vibrator on your clit. It suctions with a click of a button and you yelp as the buzzing gets stronger and more stimulating.

"Your such a fucking slut. Talking about me with your friends, agreeing about these insults. One of those insults maybe being... orgasm-less sex hmm..?" He snarls at you raises the vibrations a notch.

"S-Satoru please I was joking!" You begged and hollered. You know there's no point. He's too pissed off to stop. "I don't fucking care Y/N. You're getting what you said I give you- or what i don't give you. Being a bad girl means no orgasms."

He shoves his fingers inside your pussy pushing against your sweet spot and you were on the brink before he takes the vibrator off while it was still suctioning so it caused a little sting and you whined.

He unties your legs but not your arms so you can't leave or stop him. Your legs shut close fast. "I swear to god Y/N stop closing your fucking legs. I undid them to put you in another position you slut. So keep your legs open." He snarls meanly at you but for some reason it got you more wet.

He put you into a mating press again, his dick hitting parts of you only he can hit. You holler and moan sweet music for his ears. He crushingly hits your cervix. It hurts so good you're at the brink of screaming. His hips snapped at this point both of your hips are bruised.

He grabs your tits aggressively. Tweaking your nipples. Your voice was hoarse from your screams so your moans were more quiet as fat tears dropped down your face. "Fucking slut."

He slapped your pussy, hard. He kept smacking as his thrusts got more bruising. Your cervix is at the point of bleeding. You do have a safe word but fuck it feels too good to stop.

"Y-Your so b-big 'Toru." You whine your eyes squeezed shut. "You can't take it? I thought you were my personal whore hm? My little slut can't even take my own dick." he grins meanly with an evil grin. He decides to take some mercy on you but with a price.

"I'll let you cum if you are a good girl and be quiet no moaning? Hm? Show how obedient you are?" He says wanting power over you. You nod frantically wanting him so bad you don't care what he says anymore.

His hips snap faster and you finally cum on his cock holding in your screams letting out cute noises as his hips don't stop moving crazy fast. He moves a hand down rubbing your clit prolonging your pain of trying to be quiet but the pleasure unknotting from your stomach your pussy feeling good with thrusts and rubs. It's so worth it.

He finally pulls out and unties your wrists kissing the rope burn marks gingerly pulling you close.

"Still gonna joke and make fun of me?"

Maybe you will, maybe just maybe, you want that all again.

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Sorry ya'll it's kinda short 😖

JJK men's dick sizes ♡

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Master Lists

Gojo:

Solid 7.5 inches. He's more on the slimmer side with a slight curve with a pinkish tip with some faint veins. Trimmed but some on his base and yes the curtains match the drapes. Over all very pale and pretty. It could hit deep good spots and sometimes makes tummy bulges depending on the position and he squeals when that happens. His dick is VERY sensitive. He has a baby pink tip, #f78686.

Overall 9/10 dick

Geto:

He's on the shorter but thicker side, much vainer. Solid 6.0 inches but VERY girthy. He hit's sweet spots you didn't know existed. His pubes are very bushy he trims it once and a while but his blacky bush is still pretty. He has more prominent veins then Gojo too. He isn't too sensitive but sometimes if you brush by the right area he yelps. He's more tanned than pale and his tip colour is on the darker side but still pretty, #d93030.

10/10 dick yummy

Toji:

This man IS THICK AND LONG. 9.0 inches No trimming and he likes the bush and has a sexy ass happy trail and bulging veins when hard, that you can feel pulsing inside of you. Instant orgasm material. His tip is quite sensitive considering how much it leaks when he is hard and how red it gets. His tip is a darker red, #8f0e0e.

12/10 god spoken cock istg

Choso:

Slimmer but long he can hit deeper spots but isn't as girthy. But he does have the prettiest dick besides Gojo. 7.0 inches. He isn't too vainy but he definitely has some every here and there. He keeps it trimmed with only some short hairs and they are more brown. He has a slight happy trail and his WHOLE dick is sensitive and twitchy. He has a VERY pink tip, #de64a1.

10/10 very pretty and nice 😚

Virginity!

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⯌ Sum

Sukuna takes your virginity ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(fem!reader)

⯌ Wc

1.3k

⯌Warnings

Soft!dom sukuna, Soft sex, blood, oral (fem receiving), full form sukuna, hand mouth, crying, consent, checking in, "Good girl" and "Your doing so good..." That kinda stuff, reader has tattoos and piercings, worried Sukuna, extremely gentle Sukuna, Fingering, sweet cooing and kissing, violence towards his servants, pet names, mild breeding, aftercare, he's only gentle to you <3

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Ryomen Sukuna was a violent man but a complete sweet man too you. Yeah, maybe he isn't super kind and sweet but he definitely would never hurt you or let anyone hurt you.

He thinks it's useless then just saying "I love you." He thinks its cringy and idiotic. He prefers to show it in his actions. He makes you food, he would never make anyone food. He massages your belly on your period, god knows he would never do it for another woman.

You trust him with all your soul, he does too. He was there squeezing your hands when you got nip piercings, tattoos on your arms and back and a cute one on your ass.

One thing you've never let him do is take your virginity. It's not that you don't trust him it's the fact that you're scared to do it. You always find some excuse because you don't want to be pathetic for him. Because he is the king of curses.

But today wearing that small skirt and crop top, both of his cock's got hard. He grabbed you and you let out a little yelp as he throws you on the bed. He begins to strip you, and before he gets to your panties you yelp,

"I haven't had sex before!"

He looks at you with surprise in his eyes not saying anything but keeping his warm big hands on your thigh. "I'm fucking sorry" you whine. You get up to leave before he picks you up and sits you on the lower one of his four arms.

"I'm not mad doll, I just wish you would've told me." This is the most gentlest he's ever been. With anyone really. He could never let anyone hurt his perfect angel, not even himself. He gently strokes your hair.

"You wanna try? I'll be gentle." He says as he looks at you with gentle eyes. One of his servants walks in and he screams at them to get the hell out and almost kills them with a flesh wound. You realize how much you mean to him. He definitely loves you but would never verbalize it.

So you trust him dearly if he basically is a completely different version of the King of curses with you. He put you on the bed after you nodded and slid off your panties. "You're so pretty..."

"Thank-"

"I wasn't talking to you."

He points at your pussy and it shines with your juices, and fully shaved it just turns him more on. He takes off his clothes with kisses on your forehead for comfort. He finally took off his boxers and your eyes widened.

"Whats wrong baby?" He questions rubbing his sharp nails up and down your thigh. "You're really big." You say with a slight shake to your voice. "You're only taking one cock don't worry." His cocks are huge and throbbing as they hang from him in between his thighs.

"I'll get you ready first but tell me when to stop get faster or add more fingers. Okay?"

"Okay."

He slowly adds one thick finger and the sting of the stretch hurts a bit but you wrap your arms around his neck with your eyes squeezed shut.

He quickly kisses your temple wrapping his two upper arms around your body and one of the lower one on your hip while the other one slowly thrusts a finger with his other hand.

" Kuna!..." You whine as the pain increases the deeper he thrusts his finger. It was all pain before he found the yummy spongy spot inside you that he began to rub and thrust into.

The pleasure slowly showed up until the pain was fully gone. He held you down and rubbed as you squirmed and whimpered. "Atta girl." He proudly says as he felt his fingers get soaked enough to add another finger in.

He looked at you with gentle eyes asking permission for another finger. He slides his finger and you moan. You were about to cum and then he pulls his fingers out and you pout your eyes glassy.

He grins, he enjoys seeing you fall apart under him. This is the first time he ever saw you like this and it most definitely won't be that last. He gets up from over you and sits down his back against the head board.

His tummy smile grins and sticks its tongue out. He pulls you to sit on his tongue and you shriek as it shoves inside getting you ready for one of his cocks. It slid in perfectly since it was soaked. There was a bit of a stretch but it wasn't too bad. Your sweet spot was getting abused and finally you came.

He sucked on your clit hard, prolonging your orgasm. You hollered and shrieked as you squirted for the first time. Your tears rolled down your face as his actual mouth licked your tears while his stomach kept sucking.

As he finished sucking he did one last lick to your slit and pulled you off his tummy and closed its mouth. He holds you close and gently whispers in your ear. "You ready doll?" He mumbles.

"How much will it hurt?" You question with a worried look in your eyes. "A little bit doll, but i'll take care of you my little brat. I promise."

You nod trusting him fully. He puts you under his body leaving small kisses on your cheek. He pushes your knees to your chest in a mating press. Your nipples perked with arousal.

He slowly pushes his cock in gently and you suck you sharply breath in and grab his shoulders. "S-Sukuna i-it hurts..."

"I know, I know." He gently coos. He massages your thighs. He's never been like this to anyone. He would never even care if it was one of his hookups before he met you.

But now he has his lips pressed to your forehead and he's not even moving his hips and bottomed out waiting for you to say to continue. He feels bad about you being hurt.

He's killed, hurt, and tortured others, but now he's hurting your sweet pussy and he's fucking losing it. "It really hurts..." You mumble.

"I'll make you feel good, just let me, it might hurt a little." You nod with permission and he starts shallow thrusting. He let's out little groans and growls. His sharp teeth shine in the dim light as his jaw clenches and eyes shut tight with pleasure. His lower hands grab your hips and the upper grab your tits tight.

"I-it's starting to feel good." You whine into him as you try to squirm but you're squished in too tight of a mating press and his arms on you don't really help.

"I know it's feeling good, you're doing so, so, good. Such a good girl for me." His thrusts become more reverent your pleasure becoming unimaginable. His balls smack against your clit rubbing it when he rolls your hips making you holler with overstimulation.

"Fuck pretty girl you feel so good." He lets a small whimper as you tighten around him. His face flushes when he makes that noise but it feels too good to care much anyway. "Fuckkkk..." He groans.

"I'm gonna give you a baby. Fuck!" With that he cums inside with some drool rolling down his chin and you moan loud as you cum right after.

He pulls out watching his cum drizzle out. He pushes the cum back in with his fingers making sure he has an heir. Making sure he has a little him and you. Making your first time special in his eyes.

He held you tight with him under you holding you close pulling your pink hello kitty blanket over you kissing your forehead.

"Such a good girl for me." And with that he was vulnerable for the first time in his life.

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@mzmalice3 for you bbg <3

Thank you everyone for the support!

I've been sick but @mzmalice3 thanks for being patient i'm posting your requests soon!

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One thing Satoru hates is when you call him "Gojo" not 'Toru or pretty boy. Gojo. When you call him Gojo he knows he's in trouble.

This time it's a really bad punishment. Well to him anyway. "Your on sex ban Gojo!" You yelled. This all started when you saw him talking to another girl.

It was nothing bad just giving her directions, but you took it the wrong way. That's what led to the sex ban.

"Baby pleaseee!" He begs. His cock throbbing. It's been a week, he's been begging so hard. His cock leaking with pre-cum. "Nope." You bluntly say.

Two weeks.

Holy fuck he's going crazy. He bought so many sex toys it could fill up a room. But it doesn't feel good as your pussy, your hands, the ways you use sex toys on him.

"Baby.."

"No."

You already know what he's gonna say. That's all he's talked to you about, well not talked about, more begged.

A couple hours later you're wet, he walked around shirtless with his muscles flexing. Probably his plan. You have been horny yourself though. At least you have the pride to last longer than him.

"Lets do it." You randomly go up to him and say. He quickly runs and picks you up. Instantly understanding, he practically ripped your clothes off. He usually likes to tease you or play with you.

But he can't control himself right now.

That's how you woke up sore, and barely able to move.

"Not my problem you're sore. Your the one who tortured me."

⯌ Sweet spot ⯌

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⯌ Sum

Toge Inumaki uses his cursed speech during doing the nasty (✿^‿^)

⯌ Wc

1.5k

⯌Warnings

NSFW, explicit sexual content, strong language, dominance/submission, praise & degradation kink, possessiveness, mild voyeurism, power imbalance, explicit commands, rough sex, edging/teasing, orgasm control.

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You and Toge have been dating since you were first years and now both of you are 3rd years. Many get confused why the hell both of you were dating. The social butterfly and the boy that can barely talk. It really didn''t make any fucking sense.

But somehow, it worked.

You, the loud and energetic one, always buzzing with excitement, and Toge, the quiet yet deadly sorcerer who spoke in cryptic onigiri ingredients. People looked at the two of you like you were a mismatched puzzle—one piece bright and chaotic, the other cool and subdued.

"It doesn’t make any fucking sense," was a phrase you heard more times than you could count.

But to you? It made perfect sense.

Because Toge didn’t need to say much.

His actions spoke louder than words ever could.

The way he always made sure you ate first before touching his own food, even if you weren’t hungry. The way his hand would instinctively reach for yours when you walked side by side, fingers tracing idle patterns against your palm. The way he’d pull you into his arms after missions, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing grounding him to reality.

And when he did use his voice?

"Careful." His way of telling you to watch your back.

"Rest." When he knew you were pushing yourself too hard.

"Mine." Low and husky against your ear, when he felt possessive, when he needed you to know exactly who you belonged to.

It worked because when the world was too loud, Toge found comfort in your presence. And when you needed peace, he was your silent sanctuary.

So, let them be confused. Let them wonder why the hell you were together.

Because neither of you ever had to question it.

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No one ever understood how you and Toge worked.

You, the vibrant, expressive one—always filling the room with light and laughter. Him, the quiet, reserved sorcerer whose very presence demanded attention even without saying a word. People never understood how you could be together.

But if they saw you now—if they saw the way he controlled the room with just his eyes, the way you responded with nothing more than his whispers, the way you broke for him in the most intimate, all-consuming way—

They’d get it.

Because Toge didn’t need to speak much.

Just one word from him, and you’d be undone.

"Kneel."

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t question him. You moved swiftly, crawling onto the bed, feeling the sheets shift beneath you as you positioned yourself—just like he wanted. The anticipation was suffocating, thick, and palpable, the air thick with tension as you waited for him, hands resting on your thighs, back straight, eyes lowered.

Toge stood in front of you, watching you, not moving, just taking you in. His presence was overwhelming, his silence both commanding and intimate. The way he observed you, like he was memorizing every inch, every subtle shift of your body, was enough to have your pulse racing.

Finally, he stepped forward, his hands trailing over your shoulders, down your arms, tracing the delicate curves of your body with deliberate slowness. His fingertips brushed the side of your neck, sending a shiver through you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You look so beautiful."

The praise hit you harder than you expected. It sent a wave of heat straight to your core, leaving you breathless as he guided you back to the center of the bed, gently pushing you to lie down. He followed, his body moving with a predator’s grace, settling between your legs with a predatory calm.

"Open for me."

You didn’t hesitate, legs parting as your breath caught in your throat. The moment you were exposed, vulnerable, he hovered—not touching, not yet—just watching you, his hands resting by your sides, keeping you in place. Your body trembled beneath him, the anticipation of what was to come almost too much to bear.

Then, slowly, he moved.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your throat, slow and lingering, like he was savoring the moment. His lips traveled down your chest, brushing over your collarbone, each touch agonizingly slow, intentional, teasing. His tongue traced your skin, exploring every inch with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to drive you to the edge.

You gasped as his lips hovered over your breasts, teasing, just barely skimming against the fabric of your bra. He didn’t touch you fully yet—just the softest brushes, leaving you begging for more. Your hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as your body arched, pushing toward him.

"Patience."

His voice was low, gravelly—firm. The command sent another pulse of heat through you, the need to feel his touch so intense it made your head spin. But he held you there, suspended, testing your restraint, your obedience.

His lips moved lower, kissing your stomach, his breath warm and slow against your skin. Every inch of you felt heightened under his touch, every brush of his lips making your whole body tremble with anticipation. When he finally reached the waistband of your pants, you whined, desperate for him, your hips involuntarily shifting.

"Hold still."

You froze, biting your lip to keep from moaning. His hands, now shaking with the same restraint, slowly undid the button of your jeans, the sound of it snapping open filling the room with an unbearable tension.

But he didn’t rush.

His hands worked carefully, deliberately, pulling your pants off with excruciating slowness. He placed each piece of clothing aside like it was the most precious thing, each motion calculated to prolong the inevitable.

When you were fully exposed before him, he didn’t touch you immediately.

He just watched.

His gaze was heavy, intense, almost possessive, as though he were memorizing the way your body reacted to his every move. His eyes trailed over your body, pausing at every little tremor, every breathless sound that left your lips.

"You’re perfect."

The words fell from his lips like a promise, soft, yet heavy with meaning.

Then, finally—finally—his hands reached for you, tracing the line of your inner thighs, teasing, never quite giving you what you wanted. His fingers brushed against the softest part of you, and you gasped, flinching at the light touch, the delicate build-up.

His fingers grazed over your folds, slow, deliberate, intense, as though he were savoring every second. The pleasure was deliciously slow, each touch pulling you deeper into a pool of heat, a delirious need that you couldn’t escape.

"So wet for me. Slut."

The praise went straight to your head, clouding your thoughts, making your breath ragged as his fingers slipped deeper, pressing, curling in a way that had you gasping, your hips moving of their own accord. His thumb found your clit, circling, teasing, pulling moans from your lips as his rhythm matched the desperate need inside you.

"Beg for me."

The command was soft, but there was an undeniable power behind it—demanding. Your whole body shivered in response, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled from your lips.

“Please, Toge, I need you.”

His eyes met yours, dark and satisfied, as he slowed, his fingers pulling away, leaving you panting, desperate.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

Your chest heaved with each breath, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. You nodded, barely able to speak through the rush of heat coursing through your veins.

“I need you so bad. Please, Toge, I can’t… I can’t wait any longer.”

His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.

"Good girl."

And with that, he finally pushed into you.

The stretch was exquisite, every inch of him filling you, pressing you to the brink of pleasure and pain. You cried out, your nails digging into his back, but he didn’t stop. He kept you still, immobile beneath him as he drove into you slowly at first, each thrust deliberate, controlled, pulling you apart with each movement.

"You feel so good."

His voice was a low growl as his rhythm increased, his hips moving harder, deeper, as your body melted under him, surrendering completely. The heat built, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke, the pressure growing unbearable. You could barely breathe, could barely think with the way he moved inside you, pulling every gasp, every sound, from your throat.

And when you were finally teetering on the edge, when you were lost, unable to hold on any longer, he drove into you harder, faster—relentless—as he spoke, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.

"Come for me."

The moment the words left his lips, your body exploded, pleasure shattering through you, leaving you gasping, whimpering, your body writhing beneath him. He followed right behind you, his own release wracking through him as he buried his face in your neck, his voice low, like a secret only the two of you shared.

For a long time, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the aftermath, your breathing heavy, your limbs tangled as he gently held you against him, his fingers tracing soft circles over your skin.

"I love you."

The words came without hesitation, without any power behind them. Just a truth, a simple, undeniable truth that hung between you.

And in that moment, you knew. Nothing else mattered.

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⯌"Wheres the ring?" ⯌

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You and Megumi were childhood friends before Jujustu high. You had crushes on each other when you were both kids, you both don't really care about it now since it was a stupid childhood thing- a lot of kids did it.

But recently Megumi was cleaning his room and his messy drawers. He found a small dollar store plastic ring and it had initials messily graved in it.

Yours and his.

He put the ring on his pinky finger since it's too small now to fit on his ring finger.

He sees some Polaroid photos tucked in the side of the drawer. It's you two in some area beside a lake and some trees. It seems your mom or Gojo took it.

You both are holding hands while hes in a bow tie with a small smile and you have a pretty white dress on with yellow flowers on it. He remembers picking flowers for you and putting them in your hair, while your mom ties a lacy ribbon in your hair and around your waist.

He remembers how you were his first kiss, Gojo squealing in the background like it was the most exciting thing he ever saw. The kiss wasn't much but it sure was special, it was a quick peck, messy barely even touching each others lips out of nervousness but you both did it.

All of that just might make him want to actually marry you some day but he has to take the first step. He pulls out his phone and quickly texts you.

"Wanna go out?"

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Um the toji one from the sexual tension??? On my knees begging for a full onee

Kisses ❤️🤤

Okayyy sure. Your wish is my command (●♡∀♡)...

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Read this (◕દ◕) and go to the Toji one! Its basically an elongated version of it.

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⯌Warnings

fem!reader, dom toji, a LOT of sexual gun play, teasing, degradation, edging, begging, aftercare, clit stimulation, begging, 'daddy' terms, cum eating, oral (f! receiving)

You had always been a sucker for dark, thrilling stories, but the book you recently got your hands on had done something different to you. One particular scene had been burned into your mind, refusing to let go. It had been filthy, raw—she had been at his mercy, his gun cold against her heated skin, teasing her, fucking her. It was dangerous. Forbidden. And yet, the idea of it had you pressing your thighs together every time it crossed your mind.

Maybe it was because you were ovulating, hormones making every little thing set you off, your body aching for touch. Or maybe it was just Toji.

Toji Fushiguro.

God, that man was a walking temptation. All rough edges and raw masculinity, exuding danger with every move he made. He was built like a predator—tall, strong, broad, and powerful, with a presence that commanded attention. His sharp green eyes, that teasing smirk, the deep rumble of his voice that sent shivers through your entire body—it was all too much. You swore you could stare at him for hours, drinking him in like he was something divine.

And tonight, he was even more intoxicating.

He had just come back from a job, the scent of gunpowder and sweat still clinging to him. His black shirt stretched across his broad chest, the fabric clinging to every muscle, every ridge and dip of his powerful frame. His arms, thick and veined, flexed as he adjusted the weapon in his grasp, the dark metal of the gun gleaming under the dim light.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away.

It wasn’t just him that had your body heating up—it was the gun in his hand. The way his fingers curled around it, his grip strong, commanding. You could already imagine it against your skin, the cold steel dragging over your thighs, pressing between your folds, gliding through your slick heat. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your legs.

Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as you clenched your thighs together, desperate for relief. The air between you grew thick, electric, and when you dared to meet his gaze, you knew you had been caught.

Toji’s smirk widened. His sharp eyes darkened, amusement flickering behind them as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you.

He knew.

Of course, he fucking knew.

He had always been good at reading you, always one step ahead, always knowing exactly what you needed before you even said a word.

Lifting the gun slightly, he waved it in the air with a cocky tilt of his head.

"You want somethin’, doll?"

His voice was deep, smooth, laced with that dangerous amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. He was enjoying this—watching you squirm, watching you try to keep yourself together while your thoughts ran filthy with the things you wanted him to do.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Your throat was dry, mind hazy, and all you could do was stare at him, at the gun, at the sheer dominance he exuded without even trying.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark, stepping even closer until his scent filled your senses.

"You keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart," he murmured, voice a husky drawl, "I’m gonna start thinkin’ you got somethin’ filthy on your mind."

Your breath hitched.

You did.

And from the way his gaze roamed over you, taking in every little reaction, every subtle shift of your body—he was ready to pull every single dirty thought right out of you.

Here's the continuation of your scene, diving deeper into the tension and build-up:

Your breath hitched at his words, your fingers twitching at your sides as heat burned through your body. You knew Toji was playing with you, drawing it out, making you squirm under his gaze. He loved watching you like this—flustered, needy, desperate without him even having to touch you yet.

Your mouth felt dry as you swallowed, trying to form words, but they died in your throat when Toji took another step closer. He towered over you, his presence suffocating in the best way, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours like he could see right into your mind.

Like he could already hear the filthy, desperate thoughts racing through your head.

He lifted the gun slightly, turning it between his fingers, his grip steady and effortless. The sight of it had your thighs clenching involuntarily.

“Oh?” Toji drawled, tilting his head. “What’s this now?” His smirk deepened when your breath shuddered, the way your body reacted giving you away completely. “This little thing got you all worked up, huh?”

Your face burned, but you couldn’t deny it. Not when your body was betraying you so obviously.

Toji exhaled a low chuckle, stepping in until your back hit the wall, his body caging you in. His scent was intoxicating—gunpowder, sweat, and something uniquely him. His free hand reached out, fingers tracing a slow path down your arm before stopping at your hip, gripping you firmly.

“Y’know, doll…” His voice was a quiet rumble, smooth and deliberate. “You keep squeezin’ your thighs like that, I might just have to see what’s got you so damn wet.”

Your breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it. Toji’s smirk widened, his fingers digging into your hip, keeping you pinned in place.

“You want it, don’t you?” he murmured, bringing the gun up, running the cold metal along the side of your neck. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation, the contrast of the cool steel against your burning skin making you tremble. “You’ve been thinkin’ about this all day, huh? Maybe even longer?”

Your lips parted, but your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Toji…”

That was all it took.

Something dark flickered in his eyes, his amusement turning into something heavier, something more dangerous. He ran the barrel of the gun down your throat, over your collarbone, tracing the curve of your body before stopping just above the swell of your breasts.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he muttered, his tongue running over his teeth as he took you in. “All hot ‘n bothered ‘cause of a damn gun. Fuckin’ filthy, baby.”

You bit your lip, your breathing uneven, body tensing in anticipation.

Toji pressed the gun lower, just below your navel, teasing. The weight of it sent a new rush of heat between your thighs, your body betraying you even more. You were soaked—he hadn’t even touched you properly yet, and you were already a mess for him.

Toji noticed. Of course, he did.

He let out a low chuckle, his grip on your hip tightening as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You’re lucky I like my girls filthy,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with hunger. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me?”

His words sent a shudder through your entire body, your knees nearly giving out as the anticipation threatened to consume you whole.

Toji pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his smirk turning downright predatory as he tapped the gun lightly against your inner thigh.

“C’mon, doll,” he purred, eyes dark and hungry. “Let me see how bad you really want it.”

And fuck, you did.

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling as Toji dragged the cold metal of the gun along your inner thigh. The contrast between the icy steel and the heat pooling between your legs had your entire body trembling. Your fingers twitched at your sides, desperate for something to hold onto, something to ground you—but he wasn’t going to let you have that kind of control. No, this was all him.

Toji exhaled another low chuckle, watching you like a predator toying with his prey. “Look at you,” he mused, his voice a deep, husky drawl. “Fuckin’ shaking, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You swallowed hard, your thighs squeezing together involuntarily—but Toji was quick. The gun pressed between them, forcing them apart with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted, shaking his head. “That’s not what I asked, doll.” His eyes gleamed with something wicked as he gave a slight nudge, pushing the gun higher, teasing you. “I said, spread ‘em.”

A whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. Your body obeyed before your mind even caught up, your legs parting just enough for him to slot himself even closer, for the gun to press even higher up your inner thigh.

“Good girl,” Toji praised, his smirk deepening. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Your head fell back against the wall, fingers curling into fists as he slowly—agonizingly—dragged the barrel up, up, up, stopping just short of where you needed it most. The anticipation was maddening, your body already dripping with need, aching for even the slightest bit of relief.

Toji tilted his head, watching your every reaction like he was memorizing them, like he was savoring the way you shivered, the way your body responded so perfectly to him.

“So damn needy,” he muttered, tapping the gun lightly against your soaked panties. “Bet you’re fucking soaked, huh?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but Toji wasn’t having that.

“Words, doll,” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. “Tell me.”

You exhaled shakily, barely able to think straight as the cold steel pressed against your core. “Y-Yeah…” you admitted, your voice small, breathy.

Toji let out a pleased hum, dragging the gun down, pressing just a little harder against your slit through the thin fabric. You twitched at the sensation, a soft gasp slipping past your lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his grip tightening around the weapon. “You really are drippin’, huh?” He let out a low, satisfied chuckle, like this was the best thing he’d ever seen. “Goddamn, baby, all this just from a little gunplay? You’re a real fuckin’ freak, ain’tcha?”

Your face burned, but the shame only made the arousal pool deeper in your stomach. You didn’t care. Not when he was looking at you like that, not when his voice was dripping with amusement and hunger.

Toji’s smirk widened as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against your ear. “You want me to fuck you with it, don’t you?” he whispered, the words sending a violent shudder down your spine.

A desperate whimper escaped you, your entire body aching, throbbing.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “C’mon, doll,” he coaxed, pressing the gun more firmly against you. “Say it.”

Your breath hitched, your entire body trembling as you finally gave in.

“Yes,” you whispered, voice raw with need. “Please, Toji.”

That was all it took.

Toji let out a low, dark chuckle, his free hand reaching up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, his expression filled with pure, unfiltered hunger.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” he murmured, eyes dark and hooded. “I fuckin’ love it.”

Without another word, he pulled the gun away, just for a second—before pushing your panties to the side, the cold metal pressing directly against your dripping folds.

A sharp gasp tore from your throat, your entire body jolting at the sensation. The cold steel, the weight of it, the sheer taboo of what was happening—it was all too much.

Toji let out a low groan, watching you squirm. “Shit, baby,” he muttered, pressing the barrel right against your swollen clit, dragging it up and down with agonizing slowness. “Look at you. So fuckin’ wet for me.”

Your head fell back, a whimper escaping your lips as he continued his slow, torturous movements.

“Let’s see just how much you can take, yeah?” Toji purred, voice thick with dark amusement.

And with that, he pressed the gun even lower, teasing your entrance—before slowly, deliciously, pushing it inside.

The air between you was thick with something heavy—something that made it impossible to think straight. Toji had you pinned, his body heat seeping into yours, his grip firm yet teasing, like he was daring you to break first.

You swallowed hard, your breath uneven as he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His smirk was lazy, knowing, like he was taking his time just to watch you unravel.

“You wanna act all shy now?” he murmured, voice deep and taunting. “After the way you were lookin’ at me? After sittin’ here, practically droolin’ over my gun?”

Heat bloomed across your skin, a mix of embarrassment and something far more dangerous. Toji saw it all—the way your thighs twitched, the way your fingers clenched like you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Cute,” he muttered, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “But we both know better, don’t we?”

Your breath hitched as his grip on your wrist tightened, keeping you right where he wanted. His free hand ghosted over your thigh, his touch deliberate, teasing. Not quite giving you what you wanted—just reminding you that he could, that he was in control.

“You want me to play with you, don’t you?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement. “Wanted this all along.”

You bit your lip, heat pooling in your stomach.

Toji leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Say it.”

Your heart pounded, the weight of his words settling over you. He wasn’t going to let you have this easy. He wanted to hear you admit it—to hear you beg.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, the scent of gunpowder and sweat filling your lungs.

“…Yes,” you whispered.

Toji smirked, his fingers tightening around your thigh. “That’s my girl.”

His grip shifted, his body pressing just a little closer, his breath hot against your skin. His touch was slow, deliberate, meant to drive you crazy—meant to make you crave him even more.

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.

And with that, he finally gave you what you’d been waiting for.

He thrusted his gun in and out at a quickening pace. The ridges on the gun hitting your sweet spots and you let out little whines. That only brought him to thrust it faster.

His thumb was rubbing quickening circles on your clit to bring you further to the edge. Then he randomly stops and you pout and let out a small whine. Your edge slowing fading away leaving you to throb and squirm as he leaves his thumb on your clit and his gun on your sweet spot pushing against it.

"Beg."

"Toji what?!" You angrily say. He lands a slap to your pussy with his free hand and you yelp. "Don't fucking give me attitude brat." For some reason it turned you more on and got you wetter.

He slaps you again and you moan louder. "You slut. This shit shouldn't turn you on but here we are. And back to what I said. Fucking beg. I didn't stutter."

He moves the gun slightly to tease you. And that was your breaking point. "Please, please, make me cum daddy, please." Your eyes glossed over as you said it in a cracked whiny voice.

"Good girl." He thrusts his gun once more. The ridges feeling better then ever. All those sweet spots you didn't know existed. You moan and squirm trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.

It's not like you actually want to get away though. You have a save word for that of course. He'd never want to hurt you.

He rubs your clit even faster and gun thrusts, you squirt and he quickly replaces his gun with his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and licks them. He absolutely loves your taste.

He needs more though. He dives down and spreads your folds with his fingers seeing the cum strings. "Messy girl." He mumbles before lapping your folds and clit.

You cum on his tongue one last time. He then brings you up holding you close and then pecks your lips. "I love you."

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⯌Aftercare ⯌

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Master list's

After Toji fucked you raw you were letting out little whines and shaking a bit and some tears fell from your face. Maybe he took it a bit too far. No matter how tough he pretends to be he will always have a soft spot for you. He's gentle when making love, but when he fucks he sluts you out and is the complete opposite of gentle. So that's what just happened.

But he usually feels bad after fucking you raw like that. He usually cups your pussy and you whine from overstimulation. "Sweetheart? Come on talk to me." He kisses your nose and rubs his big warm hand on your stinging red ass from hitting it so hard. He holds you close giving gentle kisses and small, gentle "sh" when you let out a small whimper when he massages your sore muscles.

After letting you relax he picks you up princess style and starts a bath holding you the whole time. Since the both of you are already naked you both go in the tub instantly. He kisses your shoulder massaging your pussy gently rubbing small gentle rubs on your clit and play with your folds.

You cum on his fingers and picks you up caring you out of the water drying you and bringing you out of the room. He puts on pretty pink lacy panties and one of his shirts. He just puts on boxers for some decency- mostly for you.

He then holds you close until you fall asleep quickly and kisses your face then falls asleep with his lips on your forehead. <3

Can I have your thoughts on sexual tension with jjk men? Like the kind where you both want each other and can't do anything about it?

Kisses ❤️❤️

Yeah of course! If this isn't what you mean by what you want I'll redo it don't worry it's no biggie! I'd rather you say something and I PROMISE i will re-do it! ♥️🫵

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Satoru Gojo:

You and Satoru were out shopping for lingerie (he made you), but he wanted to help his girl feel pretty in his defence. You both walk into the store and look around and see a very nice set. Baby blue. You can already tell he's rock hard. "Should I try these on baby?" You ask teasingly. "Yeah." He bluntly says. He wants to drag you into that changing room and fuck the shit out of you while you wear that- until you and him are soaked with sweat cum and tears. But the door is a curtain and there's a worker right beside it. So you really can't get frisky. He groans when you tell him no but you try it on and walk out to show him, since it was just girls out there. He made sure no men were there.

You honestly just gave him a bigger boner and a raging emotion he's never felt. Neediness, wanting, horny... He wants you so bad. You're so getting it when you get home just make sure you have your soul after that. He wants to fuck that out too.

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Megumi Fushiguro

You were sitting beside him listening to Gojo yap to the classroom about reverse technique and blabbering about how awesome and hot he is, which was slightly annoying but everyone learned to tune him out. "He's an idiot." Megumi mumbled like the grump he is. He was mindlessly rubbing your thigh gently under the table. But you were ovulating and this was just getting you fucking wet. And he was hotter than usual, I mean he was always hot- yeah he is. Your mind was squirming with thoughts and you were soaked at this point. He noticed that your face was flushed and he did a small grin. "What's wrong baby." He mumbles into your ear. You take a sharp inhale of breath and he moves his hand higher playing with your panties feeling the wet spot. He randomly pulls hand away and whispers.

"Princess, you're gonna have to wait."

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Nanami Kento

Nanami has the prettiest little secretary. You. He loves those short skirts and tight dress shirts that drive him crazy. When you sit in the corner of the room in his office with that lollipop in your mouth sucking it, he just wishes that it's his cock in your mouth. He swears you do it on purpose sometimes! It drives him absolutely wild. Short tight outfits, sucking and smirking, ain't even the worst thing. It's the fact that you have stripped in his office to change from your clothes to your work outfit. He's never seen you change but he finds the evidence. Your wet pretty pink lacy panties with a bow in the front and a matching bra and he jerks off to your underwear and stuffs the bra in his mouth so he's not loud. He really wishes he was sucking the thing the bra was holding (your tits) not the bra. He thinks he might go mad.

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Toji Fushiguro

You recently got a book. It had a gun scene, where she got gun fucked by her man, and fuck Toji has a gun. And that's for some reason a turn on for you. Your ovulation time makes you extra horny. And just seeing Toji makes you aroused. He is one fine man and god you can stare at him for hours. He comes home holding his gun from his last shoot out and his muscles compressed in that tight shirt of his. God damn. You looked him up and down imagining his gun rubbing your clit rubbing up down your slit going inside, teasing you with it. He sees you checking him out, wanting something. He knows.

He waves his gun in the air.

"You want somethin' doll?"

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Choso Kamo

The air in the crowded space felt stifling, but it had nothing to do with the people around you and everything to do with him. Choso stood close—too close—his body angled just enough that only you could feel the heat radiating off him. His fingers barely skimmed the small of your back, an innocent touch to anyone watching, but the way his knuckles brushed against your skin sent a sharp thrill through you. He didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in, his lips hovering just beside your ear, his voice low and deliberate.

“You keep pressing into me like that,” he murmured, “Are you testing me… or do you want me to break?” His breath was warm, teasing, as his fingertips traced the faintest pattern against your side before retreating—just enough to make you crave the contact again. The weight of his gaze dragged over your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes, dark and unreadable, but the tension between you was undeniable. It was a game now—one neither of you seemed willing to lose.

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Suguru Geto

You've been walking around in a bra, all day...

Suguru's fingertips brushed against your jaw, barely there, yet enough to set your skin ablaze. His smirk was lazy, almost amused, but the sharp glint in his eyes told a different story—one of restraint, of something simmering just beneath the surface. "You're making this difficult," he murmured, his voice smooth, dark, laced with amusement and something more dangerous. His breath fanned against your lips, the space between you shrinking with every passing second. "Tell me," he mused, tilting his head ever so slightly, "are you going to keep teasing me, or do you want me to ruin you?"

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Toge Inumaki

One thing for Toge is that he can't talk normally without hurting himself because of his cursed technique. So he uses physical touch. He'll pinch your sides, snuggle you, tickle you, stuff like that.

Right now he's gently kissing your face on his dorm bed running his hands up and down you. You both never went past making out. But the tension between you two is so strong. He decides to use his cursed technique.

"Undress."

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Yuji Itadori

Yuji was playing with Megumi's demon dogs scratching their bellies. You couldn't help but notice how long his fingers are and how nice they curl. You gulp and look away but being the observant man he is, he looked back and noticed your flushed face. "Y/N what's the matter?" He said in a curious but overall cheerful tone.

He notices you zoned out and staring at his fingers before you blink back to reality. "Oh nothing, nothing." He grinned and wiggled is fingers.

"Oh?"

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⯌How JJK Characters Eat Pussy⯌

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MDNI (Obv the title 😙)

Master list's

⯌Sum

How JJK men eat pussy ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨

⯌ Wc

Satorus: 2.6k

Tojis: 2k

⯌ Warnings

cullingness (oral), squirting, over stimulation, masturbating, sex toys, cum eating, p → v, degrading, a couple of the boys read your 'books' and ya'll recreate it (not all of them), semi public sex, fingering, the boys are down BAD, some sorta slow burns, breast sucking and pinching

⯌ The men

Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro

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Satoru Gojo

You were out shopping with Satoru's black card, while he got bored alone at home. He went from laying on the bed. To look through your underwear drawer- perv. To looking through your books. You specifically told him no, butttt, he is well- himself, so he looked through the first couple books taking them out of the shelf.

He first pulled out Charlotte's web reading it. Cute. But a little sad. He put it back and saw a series, which seemed to be four books with twisted in front of the words, seemed to be a series. Interesting. He pulled out a book called 'twisted games', he flipped through a few chapters. Seemed to be about a body guard and a princess.

He flipped to a book marked page. Chapter 32. He flipped through a couple pages until he got to a certain spicy scene.

You weren't royal, but you were going to dinner at the Gojo clan, which does have a throne... which would be fucking perfect.

_

Since you were done shopping you needed to be picked up. You sat perched on the bench sitting all cute and pretty. He speeds and slams on the breaks in front of you.

His Lambo (that he loves flexing), is black with baby blue highlights and accents to match his eyes. It is overall extreme.

"Hey pretty girl!" He said in the car running out holding you tight. God he never loses energy. But he's a weirdo, your weirdo. He kissed you all over your face.

He sees your bags from the expensive store you just and takes them from you. He picks you up and opens the back seat of his car and brings you to sit on his lap. He slams the door shut while you sit on his thigh with the shopping bag on the other.

He pulls out a baby pink silky tight spaghetti strap dress. "Ooo, it's pretty, you're wearing this to the restaurant!" He giggles like a child. You don't question it, he is an idiot. But you love him.

"Where will I change?" You question, his tint on the windows were very dark but still some privacy would be nice. "Here, no one would see you pookie, you're fine." You sigh at his childish reply but you let out that annoyed sigh, and he squeals with excitement.

He takes off your shirt, and kisses the top of your breast. He takes off your bra and kisses your cheek, then he starts to slowly and sensually kiss your neck, he takes off your pants and underwear. He kept your heels since he had a thing for them.

He pulls back and pulls some lingerie out of the bag. It was the same baby pink that the dress had. He put it on you, the lace clinging to your skin nicely. Its just a matching bra and panties but he thinks its the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life.

He slides on the silky dress over it and your hair softly falling to your shoulders, it perfectly frames your gorgeous face. He feels like he's gonna explode.

He feels his cock slightly hardening. But he has to go to dinner with the clan, with you.

He swallows hard, forcing himself to focus. He can’t get distracted—not yet. The clan is waiting, and as much as he’d rather keep you to himself, he has to show you off.

"You look so damn good, baby," he murmurs, his hands running down your sides as he pulls you closer. His breath is warm against your cheek, his lips teasing your skin before he finally, reluctantly, leans back. "But if we don’t leave now, I swear I’m not gonna be able to control myself."

You smirk, knowing exactly what you're doing when you adjust yourself on his lap, the silky fabric of your dress shifting just enough to tease him. His grip on your waist tightens. "Pretty, you're playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice husky, but you just laugh.

"Then let’s go before you lose."

He groans dramatically but lifts you effortlessly, placing you in the passenger seat before grabbing the wheel. The engine roars to life, the deep purr of the Lambo vibrating through your body. He speeds off, his hand already finding its place on your thigh, tracing small circles absentmindedly.

The city lights blur past, neon reflections streaking across the windshield as he races through the streets. His grip tightens every time you shift in your seat, your dress riding up ever so slightly, teasing him further.

"You tryna kill me before we even get there?" he mutters, glancing over with a smirk.

You lean closer, voice soft and teasing. "Just making sure you don’t lose energy before dinner."

His laughter fills the car, bright and carefree. "Oh, baby, you have no idea."

Within minutes, you arrive at the clan house, an exclusive, high-end spot with velvet ropes and a valet already waiting. He parks recklessly, as always, tossing the keys to the stunned valet before stepping around to open your door. He takes your hand, pulling you close, and you can feel the heat in his gaze as his eyes rake over you once more.

"You ready?"

"When am I not?"

With that, he leads you inside, the night just getting started.

The Gojo clan’s estate is grand—almost absurdly so. Ornate chandeliers dangle from high ceilings, the marble floors polished to perfection, reflecting the warm glow of golden lights. The entire place drips with wealth and power, a kingdom in its own right.

Satoru, of course, walks in like he owns the place. Because, well, he basically does. His hand is firm on your lower back, guiding you through the halls with that ever-present cocky smirk.

"Everyone's gonna lose their minds when they see you," he whispers in your ear. "I might have to fight off some admirers."

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest is undeniable.

As soon as you step into the grand dining hall, heads turn. Conversations falter. The Gojo elders, clan members, and high-ranking sorcerers are all seated at the long table, their expressions ranging from curiosity to approval.

One of the elders, a graying man with sharp features, eyes you with intrigue. "Satoru," he says, tone even. "You’ve finally decided to bring someone worthy to dinner."

Satoru just grins. "Of course. Only the best for me."

You feel the weight of their gazes, but you stand tall. This isn’t just a dinner—it’s a test. A silent evaluation. But you won’t give them the satisfaction of intimidation.

Satoru pulls out a chair for you at the head of the table—right next to his own. A power move, you realize. He’s making a statement. You’re not just here as arm candy. You’re here as his equal.

Dinner is a blur of rich food, wine, and idle conversation, but Satoru barely touches his meal. His fingers stay busy—tracing circles on your thigh beneath the table, his grip tightening when you shift just right.

At one point, he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. "You know… there’s a throne in the next room." His voice is pure sin. "Just saying."

Your breath hitches.

You should’ve known. That book—Twisted Games. He read it. And now, he wants to recreate it.

"Satoru," you warn, voice barely above a whisper.

He just chuckles, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, princess, I always get what I want."

And with that, dinner suddenly feels like the least interesting part of the night.

Well the clan talked business with Gojo he stuck his hand under your dress. He gently massages your pussy gently. He sticks his finger inside curling it just right. Your face flushed as he kept talking business.

You try to keep your expression neutral, focusing on the conversation around you, but Satoru's fingers are relentless. His touch is slow, teasing—just enough to drive you crazy without giving you the satisfaction you need.

Across the table, one of the elders directs a question at him, and he answers smoothly, as if he isn’t up to anything at all. His confidence, his sheer audacity, makes your breath hitch. You grip his wrist under the table in warning, but he only smirks, leaning in close.

"You’re doing so good, princess," he whispers against your ear, his voice laced with amusement. "Looking all innocent while you’re falling apart for me."

Heat floods through you, but you shoot him a glare. Two can play this game.

Slowly, you shift in your seat, pressing your thigh more firmly against his hand, subtly grinding into his touch. His breath hitches just slightly—so quick that no one else would notice, but you do. You smirk, tilting your head toward him, your lips barely brushing his jaw as you whisper, "Careful, Satoru. I don’t think you’d want them to see how desperate you are."

His fingers twitch against you, his restraint thinning. His grip on your thigh tightens before he suddenly withdraws his hand, leaning back in his chair, eyes dark with unspoken promises.

"Just wait until dinner’s over," he murmurs, low and dangerous. "Then we’ll see who’s really in control."

You swallow hard, heart pounding, because the look in his eyes tells you one thing—he's just getting started.

Dinner feels like it stretches on forever. The clan talks business, politics, and the balance of power, but your mind is elsewhere—on the lingering heat of Satoru’s touch, on the way his leg presses against yours beneath the table, on the undeniable promise in his voice.

He’s smug, of course. Acting as if nothing happened, chatting casually with the elders while swirling his wine, but you catch the flicker of impatience in his fingers, the way he taps them against the stem of his glass. He’s biding his time. Waiting.

When dinner finally concludes, the elders begin to rise, exchanging pleasantries as they move toward the lounge for after-meal discussions. Satoru, ever the perfect heir, flashes them a lazy grin, offering vague responses before turning to you.

His hand finds yours. His grip is firm—possessive. "Come with me," he murmurs, tugging you to your feet.

You don’t resist. You already know where this is going.

He leads you through the grand hallways of the estate, past gilded doors and intricate tapestries, until he reaches a particular room. He pushes open the heavy double doors, revealing a dimly lit chamber adorned with deep blues and silvers—a room that screams power and legacy.

And there, at the centre, sits the throne.

Your breath catches.

The seat is grand, carved from dark wood with intricate engravings curling along its arms. A symbol of authority, of dominion.

Satoru steps behind you, his hands sliding over your waist. He leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You know," he murmurs, "I think you'd look perfect sitting there."

You turn in his arms, arching a brow. "Is that so?"

His smirk is pure arrogance. "Mm. Thought I’d let you play queen for a bit. Before I remind you who really holds the power."

Your stomach tightens at the dark edge in his voice. He reaches for you again, but this time, you step back, lowering yourself onto the throne deliberately, running your hands along the armrests as if testing your own reign.

Satoru watches you with a hungry gaze, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. "Oh, you’re really pushing it, aren’t you?"

You tilt your chin up, feigning innocence. "I thought you wanted me to play queen."

His laugh is low and dangerous. He steps closer, placing his hands on the armrests, caging you in. His presence is overwhelming, his scent intoxicating.

"Oh, I do," he murmurs, gaze flickering to your lips. "But don’t forget, princess—" He leans down, his breath hot against your skin. "Kings always take what they want."

And just like that, the game shifts.

Satoru’s grip on your waist tightens, and his smirk deepens as he notices the way you’re reacting to him. You feel the weight of his gaze on you, and despite yourself, your heart races, the anticipation almost unbearable.

“Careful, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making it so hard for me to keep my hands to myself.” His fingertips graze your skin, sending sparks of warmth everywhere he touches.

You sit there, the throne beneath you feeling both like a pedestal and a prison as Satoru moves closer, the space between you narrowing to almost nothing. His scent—sweet, rich, and intoxicating—fills your senses. You swallow, your pulse quickening.

“You’re always so confident,” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you always get what you want?"

Satoru chuckles, the sound warm and dangerous, his hand lifting to touch your cheek. “I don’t just get what I want, baby,” he says, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip, “I take it.” His eyes darken, and you feel the intensity of his gaze like a physical weight.

You can feel the tension between you thickening, the chemistry undeniable. Your pulse races in your ears, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It’s just you, him, and the overwhelming desire that crackles in the air between you.

“Do you want to see just how much I take?” Satoru’s voice is barely a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a promise.

You meet his gaze, every fiber of your being screaming with anticipation. You shift slightly, your legs spreading just enough to give him an invitation.

Satoru leans in closer, the breath between you shallow and warm. His lips brush against your ear, his voice a deep murmur. "I’m going to make sure you never forget this night, princess."

Your heart skips a beat, and you know, without a doubt, that you’re not getting out of this unscathed. He rips your panties off

"Fuck Satoru there gonna see us!" You whisper angrily. "That's why I'm gonna do this." He shoves your wet panties into your mouth, you grunt with a whine following it as he shoves his tongue in your pussy holding on to your thighs like his life depends on it.

You let out muffled whines as the underwear gets soaked with your saliva. You can still taste your wetness on it which gets you more soaked which really, really, turns him on.

He starts plunging into your hole harder with his tongue to get more of that yummy taste. You start shrieking, your moans bouncing off the walls of the paintings of the elders of the Gojo clan. Practically glaring at you.

You whine as he sucks harsher on your clit, trying to get you to squirt because he is obsessed with your pussy juices.

He whines pathetically as your juices drip down your ass and on to the throne. You squirt and he automatically slurps it up. His slurping bounces off the walls with your muffled moans, he pulls back, your teary eyes flutter open but before you can sit up properly, he pulls out his throbbing, leaking cock, and grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders.

He slams his cock inside your pussy and you yell out your panties falling out of your mouth making your moans and squeals so fucking loud. It makes him cum instantly with a pathetic whine. After a few more thrusts, you squirt with a small scream.

He pulls at and leaves some kisses on your sweaty forehead. Some of his cum dribbles out of your hole. He pulls your panties back up.

"I wanna be clean, your cum is all in my panties..." You whine.

"So? I want you to walk around like the pretty little baby you are, so you know I own you."

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Toji Fushiguro

Toji wasn’t used to this—being alone, being needy. But damn it, he was.

He laid on the couch, one arm draped over his face, exhaling sharply. The apartment felt too quiet without you. Usually, you’d be here—curled up beside him, your soft hands tracing absentminded patterns over his chest, your scent lingering in the air.

But now? Just silence. And he hated it.

He scoffed at himself, rubbing a hand over his face. Since when did he get this pathetic? Since when did he miss someone this much? He should be out, distracting himself, doing anything—but instead, he was checking his phone every ten minutes, waiting for a damn text.

With a groan, he rolled over, grabbing your pillow and burying his face in it. It still smelled like you. Fuck.

He’d never admit it, but yeah—Toji Fushiguro was needy for you. And the second you walked through that door? You weren’t getting a moment to yourself.

Toji let out a low, frustrated groan, rolling onto his back as he stared at the ceiling. His hand rested over his stomach, fingers twitching slightly. It had been hours since you left, and his body was reacting in ways he really didn’t want to deal with alone.

The scent of your perfume on the pillow, the memory of your soft body against his just last night—it was messing with him. Badly. His jaw clenched as he exhaled, adjusting his position, but that only made things worse. His sweatpants were too tight now, his body betraying him, aching for you in a way that made his patience snap.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. He could call you, tell you to get back here now—but he knew you’d just tease him, drag it out, make him suffer. And normally, he’d enjoy that little game. But right now? Right now, he was desperate.

His fingers flexed at his side as he let out a slow, irritated breath.

Toji groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he glared at his phone. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"Yeah, I need you to hurry the hell up."

Your reply was instant.

"Chill, I’m almost done. What’s your problem?"

He scoffed, shifting against the couch. His problem? You. You were his damn problem.

"You left me here to suffer, that’s my problem."

There was a pause. Then—

"Oh my god, are you seriously being needy right now?"

Toji let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. Needy? That didn’t even begin to cover it.

"You have no fucking idea. Get home. Now."

Another pause. Then your reply popped up.

"…Or what?"

That did it. If you were gonna play games, he’d make sure you knew exactly what you were in for.

He angled his phone, letting the camera capture the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock—thick, hard, aching for you. He was already leaking, his grip tight as he stroked himself slow, teasing.

Then he snapped the picture.

Sent.

Less than a minute later, your typing bubble appeared—then stopped. Then started again.

"Toji."

He smirked, lazily dragging his hand up and down.

"You started this, baby. Better finish shopping fast."

No response.

Toji chuckled darkly, gripping himself tighter.

"That’s what I thought."

Toji leaned back against the couch, smirking at the silence on your end. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

His phone vibrated.

"You’re such a menace."

He chuckled, his hand still lazily stroking himself, teasing his own patience.

"And you love it."

Another pause. He could practically see you standing frozen in the middle of the grocery store, gripping the cart with shaky hands.

"Toji, I swear to god, I’m in public."

He grinned, eyes dark with amusement.

"And?"

"You’re impossible."

"You’re still standing there texting me instead of checking out, so I think you like this, sweetheart."

Three dots. Then they disappeared.

Toji groaned, tossing his head back. "Tch. Tease."

He gripped himself tighter, his mind already wandering—picturing the way you’d react when you walked through that door. How he’d have you pressed against it before you even put the damn groceries down.

Another message popped up.

"I’m driving home. Be naked when I get there."

Toji smirked.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just signed up for."

The front door barely had time to shut before Toji was on you.

You let out a startled gasp as your back hit the wood, groceries completely forgotten at your feet. His hands were already on you—gripping your waist, tugging you closer, his body burning against yours.

"You took too damn long," he growled against your neck, his teeth scraping along your skin.

"I was literally gone for an hour, Toji—"

"Too long," he repeated, his tone dark, impatient. His hands roamed, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed himself against you, letting you feel just how hard he still was.

Your breath hitched. "You—You seriously stayed like this the whole time?"

He chuckled, low and dangerous. "Baby, you think I could jerk off and be satisfied when I knew you were coming home to me?" His lips trailed down your jaw, his breath hot against your ear. "Nah, I needed this. Needed you."

Your hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as his lips moved down, pressing against the sensitive skin of your throat. "Toji…"

He smirked, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "What?" His green eyes were dark, filled with something hungry. "You told me to be naked when you got here. Thought you wanted this, sweetheart."

You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your stomach as his hands slid lower.

"I do."

"Good." His lips curled into a smirk. "Then let’s make up for lost time."

Toji didn’t give you a chance to argue. He carried you effortlessly, his grip firm as he walked past the abandoned groceries, straight to the bedroom.

"Toji—"

"Shhh, baby," he smirked, kicking the door shut behind him. "You made me wait long enough."

He tossed you onto the bed, and before you could even adjust, he was on you—hovering, his massive frame caging you in. His dark green eyes roamed over you hungrily as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, pushing it up, exposing more of your skin.

"Fuck," he muttered, dragging his calloused fingers over your stomach. "Missed this."

"You saw me this morning," you teased, but your breath hitched when he leaned down, lips brushing against your skin.

"Not like this," he murmured against your stomach, voice thick with want. His hands gripped your hips, pinning you in place as he trailed kisses lower, his hot breath making your skin tingle.

Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Fuck, baby." He glanced up at you, his smirk dark and full of promise. "Hope you didn’t make any other plans for the night."

Your heart pounded as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slowly.

"Because I’m not letting you out of this bed anytime soon."

Toji’s smirk deepened as he hovered over you, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your waist. His touch was teasing, his calloused hands warm against your skin.

“Missed you,” he muttered, voice rough with need. His lips ghosted over your collarbone, lingering just enough to make you shiver.

“You act like I was gone for days,” you teased, though your breath hitched when he nipped at your skin.

“Felt like it,” he murmured, pressing kisses along your jaw before tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with hunger, but there was something softer underneath—something possessive, desperate.

His hands roamed lower, gripping your thighs as he settled between them. “You kept me waiting, baby. Think you need to make it up to me.”

His voice was playful, but the way his fingers dug into your hips told you he wasn’t joking.

You swallowed hard, your body reacting to the weight of his gaze. “And how exactly do I do that?”

His lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got a few ideas.”

He leaned in, pressing you further into the mattress, his breath hot against your ear. “And we’ve got all night.”

Toji’s smirk lingered as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His grip on your hips tightened, his rough fingers pressing into your skin like he was grounding himself—like he’d been waiting all day just to have you close.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he muttered, voice low and husky.

You bit your lip, pretending to think. “Mmm, I don’t know, Toji. You seemed pretty occupied earlier.”

His expression darkened with amusement, and he let out a low chuckle. “Oh yeah?” His hand trailed up your thigh, deliberate and slow. “Was that before or after I was falling apart on the phone for you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you remembered the message he’d sent, the way his voice had sounded so wrecked over the call.

He tilted your chin up, making sure your eyes stayed locked on his. “Drive me crazy like that again, baby, and I swear I won’t be so patient next time.”

You shivered at the promise laced in his tone.

His lips brushed against yours—barely a kiss, just enough to make you chase after him. His grin widened at your reaction. “Cute.”

“Toji—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, finally closing the distance, kissing you slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world to make up for the hours you’d been gone.

And judging by the way he was holding you, he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

He takes off your clothes fully since he's needy, naked, and fucking hard and leaking. You know he's suffering so he teases him a bit and grabs his cock and jerk it a bit.

He absolutely loses it.

He slams you to the bed slamming his long cock in you with long quick strokes. You choke on your own saliva. His cock hitting your cervix with every quick thrust.

It feels so fucking good that you can't even feel your legs, god, his thick cock veins hitting your sweet spots his sensitive tip bruising your cervix you couldn't think it could get better, until his finger started rubbing fast circles on your clit.

You shriek, about to get yet another noise complaint and orgasm but he cums inside and pulls out when you were on the brink.

"Toji what the hell?" You whine out. He smiles and pushes his cum back inside of you with his finger. "I was about to cum..." You say in a quiet whine.

He ties you up to the bed post your legs and arms spread apart. He's in between your legs leaving hickeys up your thighs he leaves a slow lick up your slit from your cum oozing hole to your clit slightly suckling on it. You try to squirm from your restraints but you can't so you just whimper and beg.

He grins, and whispers. "It's okay baby."

From soft sucks and licks, he suddenly starts aggressively sucking and groaning. He goes from tongue fucking, to clit sucking and its driving you crazy. You try to close your legs but you can't and you holler out with tears rolling down your face.

Your juices drip down his face, but that doesn't stop him. It only encourages him to get more excited, so he licks and suckles harder. You bawl your eyes out and and shake and you so badly want to close your legs.

It feels so good you have at least came 5 times. He had to make you come one last time. He kissed gently your thighs as his fingers work out your orgasm.

_

After all of that he pulls you into his arms. Tight. Kissing your forehead then slowly moved to your lips leaving a peck. You can taste your self on his lips but your too tired and over stimulated to do anything.

He suddenly breaks the silence. "My little squirter."

"Toji-!"

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Finding Nemo!

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Fluff

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Your boyfriend Choso can't find you at the super market :(

(he's never been to one)

⯌ Wc

614

Something short and cute <3

⯌ Warnings

Fluff, Pet names and some words like 'hot' and 'sexy' (nothing bad), like one swear word, Alcohol mentions, snuggles and some kisses <3 (MAN EYE LINER 🤤)

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Since Choso used to work with Kenjaku and such, none of them really ate from the supermarket so they don't get caught. So they just grew stuff from gardens and had a small chicken coop. So ever since he met you after Shibuya he has some things to get used to.

A new thing you and Choso did was clubbing all night.

Got drunk.

And went home and just got knocked out. You both woke up hungover with a weight on you. Choso. "Ah- 'Cho your heavy-" You choke out. He hugs you tighter with a grunt. "Choso i'm hungry." You say with a tired voice. "Mmh..." he sighs. he rolls off of you. Kissing your nose, then all over your face but then you get up and he whines but stays put since he was tired.

You leave to go to the kitchen and open the fridge. Nothing. The both of you ate all the food last night in your drunken state. You really don't want to go to the store hungover. But, you are starving.

"Cho!" You yell across the house. "Get dressed! We're going to the store!" He's quite a good boyfriend and always listens to you. So he comes down the stairs looking hot as usual. His hair down and in his black sweater with some black joggers. Nothing special but goddamn.

He brings down an eye liner pencil down. "Baby can you do it on my water line?" He asks holding up the pencil. You sit on his lap and gently put it on the water line under his eyes.

After that you finally ask the question. "We are going to the store 'Cho there is no need to look sexy."

"Just for my pretty girl." He responds with a small smirk. "Thanks baby for the eye liner anyway."

Eventually you guys get up and walk away holding hands. He gets in the drivers seat with you in the passenger rubbing your thigh. You guys eventually get to the store.

His cheeks blushed as he begins to say something. "I've never... been in a grocery store." He looks away with a small huff. You try not to laugh, not because it's funny, but because it is so adorable...

"It's fine baby." You say.

You and Choso walk in holding hands. His eyes widen when he sees the high ceiling and food smells hitting his nose. Since he's a curse his senses were overwhelmed. He squeezed your hand and you squeezed back reassuring him its alright.

The both of you went into a snack isle. "Hold on stay here 'Cho i'm grabbing some meat, stay here and grab the chips you want." You leave and go to the poultry area and leave Choso alone.

Choso found some Ruffles and does a cute little smile. He leaves the isle and tries to find you.

You leave the poultry and go back to find him not there. Shit.

"Cho?!" You call and walk around the store. Some kid giving you a weird stare and you glare back. You walk into the bread isle to see him munching on a loaf of bread with tears in his eyes.

A small smile forms on your face when you see a grown man- your man being adorable. "Cho," You smile. "You have to pay first." He wipes his face and finishes the bread. "I thought I lost you..." He mumbles and holds you tight.

"No its okay baby, I'm right here." You kiss his nose.

You both went home and basically just watched movies and ate ice cream (and that bread he found out he liked).

Ps:

You never took him to the store again.

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Tag list:

@bbuuggs-thought, @ravester , @suicidollz, @lzzzzzzig, @bighappypiels @boyimjustaloserforyourlove

୨୧Master List୨୧

JJK!

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Satoru Gojo

Im pegging that man at the back of the bus -smut

Mean Satoru - smut

Sex ban- smut

Lifeless... - angst no comfort

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Choso Kamo

Finding Nemo - fluff

Sensitive boy - smut

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Toji Fushiguro

Aftercare - smut + fluff

Sexual tension - smut

Road Head - smut

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Nanami Kento

Cock warming during work hours? - smut

Villian!Nanami - smut

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Suguru Geto

Stoner best friend Suguru- smut

Plug Suguru - smut

Cuddle fucking - fluffy smut

Porn star - smut

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Ryomen Sukuna

Virginity - Smut and fluff

Cuddly Sukuna! - fluff

After taking your virginity - smut

Pervydoctor!sukuna - smut

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Takuma Ino

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Toge Inumaki

Sweet spot - smut

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Megumi Fushiguro

"Wheres the ring?" - fluff

Valentines Day - smut + fluff

Ate out! - smut

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Multi-character

How JJK men eat pussy

Ridding JJK men! - smut

Sexual tension - smut

Shiu helps you and Toji fuck? Hell yeah - smut

Head counts! - smut

JJK Characters twitter links prt. 1

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Headcannons

JJK men dick sizes?- smut

Fav positions - Smut

Most sensitive parts of jjk men -smut

Posting a choso fluff tmrw! if you want to be tagged just write in the comments

Comment what ya'll want me to write next! Like smut or fluff on a certain jjk character. Just tell me! Thanks pookies! ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨

I'm peggin that man at the back of the bus

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MDNI - Smut

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Lingerie shopping turns into a 'phone call' with pictures, then you're hitting that 69 position and you have a idea... peggin your sub!satoru

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fem!reader, sub!satoru, MOSTLY SMUT (◕ᴗ◕✿), a bit of teasing, 69, anal, pegging, whining, oral (male and fem), smut, over stimulation, jerking him off, masturbation, lingerie, so he good tears uppp, spanks, dirty talk, squirting, nudes, pet names, manhandling, vibrator, some cum play, strap on (duh), nervousness, phone sex, pant bulge, comfort, fluff, aftercare, cuddles <3

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Satoru was in a cranky mood, being the dramatic ass he is, you were late. On a struggle sum mission but obviously he thought you were cheating on him. He calls you as you answer he mumbles into the mic.

"Where the hell are you?!" He grunts into the mic trying to be tough- he really isn't. He sounds more whiny and bitchy then dominant.

You laugh slightly. "I'm at the store 'Toru. I just ended the mission, so I just ran too the store. So stop being dramatic and just wait like a normal person."

You send a picture of yourself in a Victoria's Secret. Buying the colour- his favourite colour- his eye colour, lingerie set. Your wearing it in the changing room standing in front of the mirror your back arching slightly sitting on the bench with your legs crossed.

"Fuck." He groans in the mic. He has totally forgotten about why he called in the first place. The only thing he feels or thinks about at the moment is the heat between his legs. His blood rushing to his cock and his pants were beginning to get tight. A prominent bulge in his grey sweats.

"Send more sweets?" He asked like a question, but it's more of a demand. "Hmm beg for it." You say smuggly. He lets out a huff and groan.

The strongest sorcerer begging?!

But fuck, he really needed some help with the 'issue'.

"Please baby? Pleaseee..." He begs with little whines as he slowly strokes his cock to the only picture you sent. You hang up so you don't get caught and send him another one with a sentence attached. "Stop touching yourself I'm coming home soon just buying it."

He feels mixed emotions- your coming home and with new lingerie as soon as you come home he's ripping it to shreds.

But the closest Victoria's Secret is 40 minutes away.

40 fucking minutes with a throbbing hard boner.

He pulls his pants and boxers back up with a little shake. He was fucking horny it hurt so bad. He turned on the TV flipping to a channel trying to get distracted. But of course he sees a sex scene 2nd channel he flips to. His crotch area on his sweat pants get wet with pre-cum and he gets so hard it hurts. He swears he's never been this hard in his life. It started to sting his bulge more prominent than ever.

It has been at least an hour and you're not back. Maybe because you went to another store. Presumably to get a strap. Maybe to be an ass more than his pleasure. But then again it will be fucking fun to see him fall apart under under you, instead of you falling apart under him.

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You come back with a bag in your hands and your new lingerie under your clothes. He gets up and grabs you and pins you against the wall. His lips press against yours harshly, with aggression and anger. You realize how fucking hard he is. It's pressing against your legs, you try to look down, but his hand is wrapped in your hair pulling at it.

He picks you up meanly and throws you on the bed attempting to be tough. He rips your clothes off, gaping at your body in the lingerie. He went to dom instantly to sub. Like usual. It's a common recurrence. He kisses the top of your breast softly with wide eyes. He massages your other tit and you let out a little moan and so does he.

He kisses your body as he slowly takes off your lingerie. "You're so pretty..." He gaps at your body. "Please..." He begs nothing in specific but just wanting you so fucking bad.

You both lay on your sides faces in front of crotches in a perfect 69. You take his long cock into your mouth and suck the sensitive tip. He grabs your ass and shoves his face in our pussy and smells. You barely did anything and he's already gasping. Pussy drunk just from your smell.

He lets out little pathetic moans when he dick hits the back of your throat. He sucked on your clit like a soother, as little tears rolled down his face. Your throat tightens with pleasure as he sucks. He automatically lets out a pathetic whimper and suckles harder.

He cums down your throat and you swallow. He whines and moans and suckles and you eventually simply squirt as well. He laps it all up drunk on your taste. He pulls you up and leaves little kisses on your face.

"I bought something." You say in a cocky voice. He looks at you suspicious gleam in his eyes. "And that is...?" He says a bit concerned. You're known to buy weird things, like one time banana holders shaped like bananas (you didn't need it) so he's a bit skeptical of what you 'bought'. But he's still cerious.

"A strap and some lube." You bluntly spurt out. "Wait- what?! You are not using that on me-!" You do a little pout. "Come on i'll take care of you and make you feel good. Pleaseee?"

He lets out a defeated sigh. And you immodestly smile with a grin that seems evil. Satoru raises his eyebrows surprised and slightly nervous. You grab the lube and spurt enough love on your finger for like 10 sex sessions. But you need to make sure your Satoru feels good. He always makes sure you do so you will take care of him today.

"Get on your stomach." You gently demanded and he did as commanded. "Wait." Satoru quickly said. "I want you to feel good too. Spread your legs." He spreads your legs and shoves a vibrator inside and grabs the remote then goes on his stomach. You attach the strap and shoves your heavily lubed finger inside his ass and he lets out a little discomforted grunt. You kiss his back and slowly pull his finger in and out.

"It's starting to feel good..." He mumbles into his pillow his muscles flexing. He grabs the remote and makes it buzz inside you and your finger falters and you let out a little moan. You pull your finger out and place the dildo strap right in front of his ass and push in. He ups the vibrations and you push in deeper caressing his g-spot. Your arms wrap around his body and grab his cock and thrusts.

You jerk him off fast and your thrusts catch up to speeds. He starting whining and the vibrations get stronger and your juices start to lube the strap on dildo making it smooth in and out deeper and farther.

"I- I'm cumming!" He moans out and cums all over your hands and jolts of pleasure shoot through you as well. You both moan and cum in unison. You pull out and take off the strap and pull out the now soaked vibrator.

He pulls you into his arms and holds you close. Both your bodies are in a thin layer of sweat and he leaves little kisses on your forehead and gentle 'thank you's' in your ears. Then he asks a question holding the strap and vibrator in the air.

"Round two?"

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Nanami Kento

Helping you cook

Lazy eat out after over time

his fav postion!!

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Satoru Gojo

“lets hope we don’t get caught..”

soft morning sexxxx

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Ryomen Sukuna

he just lovesssss tying you up while fucking you

hitting those nice places and squirting

guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks

He needs a taste

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Suguru Geto

Teasing you\ rubbing his dick on ur clit

sitting on his face

holding you by your thighs

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Toji Fushiguro

How he eats pussy

folding and fingering you

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Choso Kamo

Rubbing that pussy

clit licking

You love it when he rubs your clit while he fucks you

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Shoko Leiri

matching lingere

taking care of her fav girl

holding a vibrator between the two of your puffy pussies

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Yuki Tsukumo

threesome with choso

super squirter

double sided dildo = double the pleasure

her rubbing ur clit

she's always a little wet in the mornings, and you don't mind when she grinds on you to relieve herself

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In The Middle - Part Two

GeGo x Reader Mini Series

Warnings: flirting, smut, rough sex, threesome || MDNI !! Find part one here!

Art: found on Pinterest but the tag says @/suhmizu or @/sukmizu

Geto: the doors unlocked. Just come in when you get here. 

Your stomach was in knots as you read the text on the train to Geto’s place. You picked a cute outfit, something casual but good enough to go out in, if needed. You wore a thin cream colored knit sweater that was practically see through. You paired it with a vintage Viviane Westwood plaid mini skirt and Doc Martin boots. Once you get off the train, you text Geto back. 

You: heard.

During the walk to his place, you tell yourself that nothing is going to happen between you and Geto. You repeated it a hundred times in your head like it was a mantra. Once you made it to his apartment, you checked your appearance in your phone before walking in. 

“Getooo, I’m here.” You sing as you take your shoes off at his front door. 

You were speechless once you saw him. He was freshly out of the shower, shirtless and wearing sweatpants that outlined his dick perfectly. His clothes are typically baggy so seeing him shirtless felt like a privilege. 

“You got here quickly. How was the commute?” He says nonchalantly. 

“Fine, it was fine.” You look everywhere else to avoid looking at him. 

He laughs and says, “I definitely thought I’d have more time to dry off after my shower. I can put on a shirt if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, it doesn't bother me. This is your home! If you want to be shirtless, be shirtless. I really don’t mind.” You interject. You just didn’t want the view to end so soon and you had a feeling Geto could sense that too. 

He pushes his wet hair behind his ears and says, “If you insist. Can I get you something to drink before we start?” 

“Yea, any tea is fine.” You say awkwardly standing at the front door. 

Geto walks over to you with his signature closed mouth smile plastered on his face. He puts both his hands on your shoulders, bending down to be eye level with you. “Make yourself at home. I’m not gonna bite.” His voice was soft like silk. 

You take a deep breath and nervously smile back at him. “Do I seem nervous?” 

“Yea,” he walks behind you and starts massaging your shoulders. “And tense. It’s cute that you’re nervous. Never thought I’d make you feel this way.” 

Just the thought of being in Geto’s apartment had you wet but him touching and talking to you like this had you soaked. You went in really optimistic, thinking you weren’t going to engage in any sexual activities. That was the goal, at least. You, unfortunately, were about to fold within the first 5 minutes of you being at his house. 

“Make yourself at home okay? I’ll go make tea.” He says as he places his hand on the small of your back. He lightly pushes you towards the couch so you’ll sit down. 

You nod your head and smile. Once he walks to the kitchen, you quickly whip out your phone and text Shoko and Utahime. 

You: GETO IS TRYING TO FUCK ME!!!!!! 

Shoko: We told you this.

Hime: are you gonna fuck him? 

You: lowkey I want to… but we need to start this fucking project 😭

Hime: I’ll try to keep Gojo here so you two can have privacy. No promises though, he stays pissing me off. 

You: thank you for your service 🫡

“I hope you like Jasmine tea.” He says walking out the kitchen with a tea set. He sets it down on the table and sits down on the ground. You slide off the couch to join him on the floor. He smirks.

“Thanks. Let’s get started on this project.” You say. 

You two start brainstorming concepts, cracking jokes and flirting in between. An hour passes by, and you two finally develop a concept. You were even able to get a couple slides of the Powerpoint done.

“I think it’s time for a break. That was a productive hour.” Geto says as he gets up from the floor. 

“Yea it was.” You say as you stretch. 

“I’m gonna go check the mail, a package got delivered.” He puts on a baggy shirt. “Try not to miss me.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at his comment. He laughs and heads out the door. You go through your bag, and find your perfume. You spray a little bit behind your ears and on your wrists. You get up and check yourself out in the full body mirror they had standing in their living room. Making sure that you looked irresistible. You quickly sat back down as the door swung open. 

“Honey, I’m ho- oh?” Gojo says as you two make eye contact. 

“Honey?” You giggle. 

“Not you, honey. Suguru, honey. Didn’t expect to see you here alone. Where did he head off to?” Gojo asks as he takes his shoes off at the door. 

“He went to check the mail.” You say as you stand up. 

Gojo eyes you up and down, taking in every detail. You got a little shy with how intensely he was staring. 

“Cute skirt. Did you wear it for me or Suguru?” He asks while flashing his dazzling white teeth. 

That turned you on. Fuck man, he’s too good with his words. 

“Last time I checked, you were supposed to be at Utahime’s.” You interject. 

“Ah, so you put it on with Suguru in mind and I’m lucky to get to see you in it. Glad I came home.” He walks over to his room. 

You’ve had enough of this.

“Why do you keep saying things like that? Teasing me about Geto specifically. Are you a cuck? Do you want to watch us fuck or something?” You say from the living room. 

He walks back out from his room with a big smile on his face and in more comfortable clothes… meaning he was shirtless and in sweats. You could see his happy trail that matched the white hair on his head. You immediately get choked up and try to keep your composure. Once again, being met with temptation. 

“That would be pretty hot.” He says walking towards you. “I don’t think I’d have enough self control to just watch though..” 

Your fingers start to play with the pleats on your skirt as the intrusive thoughts start flooding in. You imagine Geto railing you while Gojo shoves his dick down your throat, both of them moaning your name. You swiftly push your legs together as you stand there in shock. Gojo laughs and says, “Does that answer your question?” 

The front door swings open and in walks Geto. 

“Satoru, you’re home.” Geto looks at you and notices how flustered you appeared. He looks back at Gojo and says, “Satoruuu, what did you say?” 

“What? I didn’t say anything.” He lies. 

You look at Geto and your heart starts racing. You needed a second to get yourself together. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Where is it?” You ask. 

Both boys point you in the right direction. You walk to the bathroom and shut the door. You run your hands through your thick hair and start pacing back and forth. You wrap your hands around your throat, pretending to choke yourself. You’re having a silent full blown freak out. You take a couple deep breaths and think to yourself, ‘Everything is good. Everything is fine. If you end up in a threesome, you end up a threesome. Don't let your nerves get the best of you. You have to play it cool.’ 

Once you talk yourself down, you walk out of the bathroom to witness the hottest shit you've ever seen. Your lips slowly parted as you saw Geto and Gojo making out on the couch. Hands all over each other, tongues caressing one another, you couldn’t look away. You were fighting the urge to touch yourself but you just watched until they noticed you. 

“We were waiting for you, Y/N.” Geto says. They scoot over slightly, making room in between them. 

“Come sit here. In the middle.” Gojo says in a seductively low voice. 

You felt like prey that had finally been caught by the predator. You sauntered over to the couch not saying a word. You slowly sit in between them, tightly closing your legs. They both were facing you but you couldn’t make eye contact with either of them. 

“Have you ever had a threesome?” Geto softly asks. 

You swallow the saliva that was building up in your mouth and say, “No, not yet.”

Both men smirk at your response. 

“Do you want to have a threesome right now?” Gojo asks. 

“Y-yes.” You stutter. 

You still weren’t looking at them but you knew they both had devilish smiles plastered on their faces. Without any hesitation, Geto uses his fingers to guide your face to look at him. 

“We’re gonna make you feel so good.” He says in a low voice while staring at your lips. 

He gently kisses your lips a few times, as if he was teasing you. He decides to deepen the kiss, gently caressing his tongue against yours. His hands find their way under your sweater, fondling your breasts. You feel Gojo’s hot breath fanning on your neck while his hands make their way in between your thighs. You moan into Geto’s mouth as Gojo licks and bites on your neck. You loved the attention you were getting but didn’t want to leave the boys hanging. You place your hand on their crotches, palming their hard members through their sweatpants. Both of them moan from the sudden contact. 

“We should take her clothes off.” Geto moans as he starts kissing on your neck.  

Gojo steals your attention, using his fingers to turn your face towards him. He pulls you into a passionate kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat. He was a bit rougher than Geto was when it came to kissing. He starts to fondle your breasts while Geto tries to unzip your skirt. 

“Yea, we should or she could strip for us?” Gojo suggests breaking the kiss.

Your eyes immediately get big at Gojo’s suggestion but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. You stand up in front of the boys and turn around. You hook your fingers on the side of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs, revealing a peak of your most sensitive  parts to them.

“Oh fuck.” They say in unison.

You throw your panties at Gojo’s face causing Geto to laugh. 

“You’re not getting these back.” Gojo says with a smirk on his face. 

“Keep ‘em.” you say as you take your sweater off leaving you in a bra and mini skirt. “Who wants to unhook my bra for me?” You ask.

Geto raises his hand faster than humanly possible. You giggle as you take a seat on his lap. His boner pressed against your slick through his sweatpants. He unbuckled your bra and threw it behind the couch. He grabbed both your tits, placing your nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger. He let out little moans as you started to grind against his hard on. You both were teasing the fuck out of each other and Gojo couldn’t take his eyes off of either of you.

“You two look so hot.” He moaned as he whips out his dick and starts stroking it slowly.

You hum in delight once you see what Gojo was packing and you couldn’t wait to see Getos. You crawl to the middle of the couch again, staying on your hands and knees. You arch your back, sticking your ass in the air and laying your head on Gojo’s lap. The boys took full advantage and got to work. Geto takes one long lick between your folds causing you to gasp while you stroked Gojo’s dick. 

“You taste so sweet, Y/N. Gojo, you’d love it.” He says right before he starts really eating you out from the back. 

You couldn’t help but to moan as Geto sucked on your clit. He made it so hard to focus on Gojo because he was giving you the best head you’ve ever gotten. He was messily eating you out as if he was starving and you were a meal he had been craving.

“Ah! Fuuuck, Geto!” You moaned as you tried to get it together for Gojo. 

“Awh, you can’t even think the way Geto has you right now. Let me help you, baby. Open your mouth.” Gojo says as he grabs his dick. 

You do as he says. He puts his veiny dick down your throat, muffling all your moans. He starts to buck his hips slowly, fucking your face.

“Ahhh, that's a good girl, Y/N.” Gojo moans as he slips in and out of your throat. 

Geto licks his fingers and slides two into you. He wanted to watch you please Gojo. You notice him looking and decide to show off. You start deep throating Gojo making him moan your name. He gathers your hair and holds it in a ponytail as you lick and suck his dick, giving him the sloppiest head. Gojo couldn’t hold back any moans as your plump lips went up and down his cock. Geto pulls his fingers out of you and finally takes his dick out.

“I should stop before I make you cum.” You say looking Gojo in the eyes while you sit up.

Gojo nods his head and tries to catch his breath. You turn your attention to Geto as he starts stroking his dick. You smirk at him and say, “I have to return the favor.” 

Before you knew it, you were in the same position again but this time, Gojo eating you out from the back and Geto fucking your face. He had a tighter grip on your hair than Gojo did and every thrust was hitting the back of your throat. Gojo was having a field day in between your legs. He did in fact love the taste of you. 

“Such a pretty girl with a dirty little mouth, huh?” Geto moans under his breath as he fucks into your face. He thrusts a few more times before he pulls out. 

Gojo notices and lifts his head from your slick and says, “Yea she almost made you cum didn’t she? See, I’m not weak, she’s just good.”

You chuckle as you get up and pull your skirt off. The boys take that as a sign and remove their clothes as well. Geto stood behind while Gojo was in front of you. 

“So who gets the honor to fuck you first?” Gojo interjects.

“Geto, of course. You said you wanted to watch right?” You say as you get back on the couch on your hands and knees. 

Gojo does just that. He sits back on the couch and starts fisitng his dick slowly, teasing himself as he watches Geto rub the tip of his dick at your entrance. Gojo caresses your face with his free hand, sticking his thumb between your lips. You didn’t question his actions; you play along, circling your tongue around his thumb. 

“Think you’ll be able to take it?” Gojo asks. 

“This isn’t my first- Hah!” You jump as Geto slowly pushes into you. Gojo couldn’t help but smirk as he watched both of your faces contorted in pleasure from one another. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his girthy dick stretch you out in the best way.

“You’re stretching me the fuck out!” You whine as you adjust around his size. 

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Geto moans. “But, I know you can take it.” He talks you through it as he slowly starts to thrust into you. 

You grip onto the couch cushion to stabilize yourself as Geto picks up the pace. The moans you were letting out were loud and throaty. It really felt like Geto was in your stomach. 

“Stay right here, baby. Where you going?” Geto moans as he grabs your hips to stop you from running.

Gojo was taking in every detail: watching your pretty face react to Geto, hearing how wet you sound, seeing how Geto’s muscles flex when he rails into you. He loved the chemistry between you two but as he said earlier, he doesn’t have the self control to just watch. 

“She’s got two other holes, Satoru.” Geto says in between thrusts. You nod your head and keep moaning, unable to talk. 

“I was just thinking that.” Gojo says with a sly smirk as he puts his dick near your mouth. You look at Geto with pleading eyes, not sure if you can take both of them. 

“We’ll be gentle. Let’s start with your mouth.” Gojo says, slapping his hard dick against your cheek. You looked up at him with parted lips, practically begging him to put it in. 

He caresses your jaw and slides his hard member to the back of your throat. He throws his head back, feeling how wet and warm your mouth is again. 

“Look at her taking two cocks.” Gojo moans while making eye contact with Geto. 

“You like it, Y/N? You like having my best friends cock in your mouth while I fuck you?” Geto says as he smacks your ass.

Seeing you like this was a vision for them.They were fucking you senseless and you didn’t know if you could go much longer. Geto starts cursing under his breath every time he feels your walls pulsate around him. He was just as close as you were. The vibration of your muffled moans we’re getting to Gojo. He was close too. 

“Right there.!” Gojo moans as you deep throat him. 

His dick starts twitching in the back of your throat. He quickly pulls out of your mouth and starts cumming all over your face. His glottal moans filled the room, pushing you and Geto even closer your orgasms. Geto starts kissing on your back as his thrusts start getting sloppy but deep. The tip of his dick kept pushing into your g spot, sending you straight into bliss.

“Mmm! I’m cumming, Fuuuck!” You whine in a high pitched voice. 

“Ughhh, shit!” Geto groans as he pulls out and starts stroking his dick. 

 Thick ropes of Geto’s cum cover your back as Gojo whispers sweet nothings to the both of you, guiding you through what felt like the craziest orgasm. You were seeing stars and practically incoherent. Your hands and knees give out, forcing you to lay flat on your stomach.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Geto says while putting back on his sweatpants. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Both the boys leave and come back with wet washcloths to clean you up. Gojo wiped your back while Geto wiped your face. 

“I’m excited for the next round. I bet your pussy feels great.” Gojo insinuates as he squeezes your butt.

“It does feel really good, but give the girl a break, Satoru. It was her first threesome.” Geto says.

“Eventually, I’d like to try DP but that’s something I have to work up to…. both of you are pretty big.” You say in a soft voice.

Both the boys get giddy about your answer and realize that this was the best spontaneous decision they ever made.

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In the Middle - Part One

GeGo x Reader Mini Series

Warnings:flirting, adult themes||MDNI

Art: from Pinterest (if anyone knows who drew this please tag them)

Part 2 out now!

“Why couldn’t I just get paired with someone else?” you whine as you throw your head back.

“Just be glad you didn’t end up with Gojo. I think Utahime is the real victim here.” Shoko says while exhaling a stream of smoke from her cigarette.

“But Utahime knows Gojo, I don’t know Geto that well. Something about him makes me nervous.” You admit.

Both Utahime and Shoko stare at you in shock and say, “Geto?”

You roll your eyes at their response. Yes, Geto. The calm, handsome soft spoken guy that sits two rows in front of you in Sociology. You two have only exchanged a few words but ultimately you don’t know each other. Now you’re expected to work as his partner for your class project. You two already arranged to meet up today at 12 and it has you shambles.

“He’s just as childish as Gojo but he hides it a lot better. He knows when to cool it.” Shoko says, putting out her cigarette.

“Exactly, Geto isn’t the obnoxious annoying type unless Gojo brings it out of him so you have nothing to worry about.” Utahime says.

You take a deep breath and say, “Alright, I’ll take both your words for it.”

“Good. You should probably get going, it’s 11:55. Don't want to be late.” Shoko says, looking at the time.

“Shit,” you say under your breath “You’re right. I’ll text you both after. Wish me luck.” You quickly grab your bag and throw it on your shoulder as you take off. You check your phone to remind yourself that you’re meeting him at the water fountain in the middle of the courtyard. You shoot him a quick text to let him know that you might be a few minutes late. He responds immediately saying, ‘no worries.’

You were sure that Geto was a nice person. He never gave you any reason to think that he wasn’t. You just couldn’t read him like you could read other people. He seems more complex and closed off than the average person you encounter, that’s what intimidates you. Hopefully your fears are nothing more than that.

Once you get to the courtyard, you spot him smoking near the fountain. He wore a loose fitting sweater and baggy pants. He sat on the edge of the fountain as he puffs out plums of smoke from his mouth. You slowly make your way over to him, waving as you get closer. He eventually locks eyes on you and smiles.

“Y/N right?” he says as he puts out his cigarette.

“Yeah.” You respond quickly.

“I’m Geto Suguru. It’s nice to officially meet you.” He holds out his hand in front of you, waiting for you to grab it.

You grab his hand and shake it saying, “Nice to meet you, Geto.”

“You have a firm handshake like a general.” He says in his usual soft voice.

You slowly take your hand out of his and say, “Okay?”

What the fuck does that mean and how do I even respond to that? You two stood in awkward silence as he held that closed mouth grin on his face.

“It seems like you're thinking hard about what I just said.” He interjects.

“No, not really. I’ve just never been compared to a general so soon in a conversation.” You say honestly.

He lets out a single laugh as he stands up. You knew he was tall but you didn't realize just how much he towers over you. He had to be at least 6’2.

“Well, it was a compliment.” He says as you both start walking. You weren’t sure where you guys were headed but you followed him.

You flash him a face of doubt and say, “Sure it was. Where are we headed?

“To get food. It’s time for lunch. While we eat we can discuss the topic of our project. Is that cool?” He asks.

“Yea, of course.” You say.

You began your walk to the food court. Geto was surprisingly easy to talk to. He asked you what your major was, why you chose school in Japan, and where you used to live before moving here. He seems like he wanted to know more about you. He questioned you the entire time it took to order the food.

“And what about you? What’s your major?” You ask him as you both take a seat at a table.

“Child Psychology and Development. I enjoy working with kids.” He says as he breaks his chopsticks.

“Really? I wouldn't have guessed that. That’s amazing, Geto. You’re going to make a great psychologist.”

Every feeling of intimidation you had for him melted away the more you got to know him. He was actually so sweet and kind…that is until Gojo arrives.

“Heeyyy, I know you. You’re the foreigner that’s in our Sociology class. Did you two get paired up together?” Gojo asks as he sits down at our table

“Yea, we did. My name is Y/N by the way, not the foreigner.” You snap.

Gojo smiles and says, “Yes ma’am. Miss. Y/N ma’am.”

He salutes to you which causes Geto to hold in his laugh. Great, that’s the second military comparison you've gotten in the last hour. You roll your eyes, pretending that it isn't funny. The joke itself was stupid but you did think it was funny how Gojo and Geto think and say similar things.

“Enough Satoru, don’t pick on her. She has to like me if we’re going to be partners.” Geto says as he stares at you.

“You already know that she likes you. The way she stares at you in class is a dead giveaway.” Gojo says as he too locks eyes on you.

They were putting you on the spot. Your heart began racing as they waited for you to say something. How does he even know that you stare at him? Does he watch you in class?

“That’s a bold assumption to make. How would you know that I stare at him? Are you staring at me during class?” You say turning the tables on the white haired man sitting before you.

Geto draws his attention on Gojo waiting for him to rebuttal. He just smiles and says, “I like this girl, Geto. You got lucky. I’m stuck working with Utahime and she’s no fun unless we’re drinking.” He pouts.

You three spend lunch together, talking about literally everything else but the project. Gojo is to blame for that. Even though no work got done, you were able to get a good sense of who they are. They were exactly how Utahime and Shoko described them but you felt another vibe from them. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was but they both seemed very…forward towards you. Gojo left at some point in the conversation, leaving you and Geto alone again.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow tonight?” Geto asks, snapping you out contemplation.

“No, just studying. Why what's up?”

“You should come over to work on the project. Gojo will be at Utahime and Shoko’s place so he won't distract us.”

“Sure, I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?” You ask.

“Just yourself is fine.” He states.

“Okay, I’ll see you then. I’ve got to head to my next class.” You say as you grab your things from the table.

“Have fun. I’ll text you.” He says as he places his headphones on his ears. He waves at you as you make your way to the exit.

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After class, you immediately text Shoko and Utahime in a group chat.

You: hey…. Geto invited me to his place tomorrow night to work on the project and he said that he will text me????

Hime: text you???

Shoko: about what???

You: IDK!! If I'm coming over tomorrow to work on the project why would he need to text me?

Hime: I think Geto is interested in you…

Shoko: yea i second that, he’s not a big texter.

You couldn't believe the messages you were reading. It’s not that you don’t think Geto would find you attractive, it just seems like all of this was coming out of nowhere.

You: I don't know how to respond to this….

You lock your phone and put it in your pocket. In this moment, you had to be honest with yourself. Are you going to be able to control yourself when you go over to his place tomorrow? Gojo was correct about you staring at Geto in class. You did think he was hot, in fact you thought both of them were hot. But you made a promise to yourself that you weren’t getting involved with anymore fuckboys because you tend to get lost in the thrill of it. You love giving fuck boys a taste of their own medcine. You’d fuck them and ghost them just like they’ve done to countless of women. However, you didn’t want to play that game with either of the boys since they are friends with Shoko and Utahime. You weren’t looking to date either considering that you are just here for school.

“Y/N!! You on the way home?” You hear someone yell from behind you.

You turn around to see Gojo walking towards you.

“Yea, I’m done for today.” You answer.

“Sweet, me too. You like boba? I was just going to get some if you wanna tag along?.” he offers.

“Ooo, I love boba. How far is it?”

“It’s like a 20 minute walk away from here.”

“Okay sure! Let's go.”

You should have said no to him but it's too late to change your answer now. You start walking off campus with Gojo.

“Do you think Geto is hot? Be honest! I won’t tell him.” He interjects.

He’s so forward!

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier about you watching me in class. Until you answer that I’m not saying anything.”

“Alright, I’ll bite. I’m an observant guy. I see everything. I’ve even caught youlooking at me from time to time but that was in the beginning of the year. You stopped once you became friends with Shoko and Utahime. Why is that?” He says staring you down through his shades.

You’re caught. Everything he said is true. Out of respect for Shoko and Utahime, your little crush on them diminished. You don’t want them to think you had only become friends with them just to get to Gojo and Geto. But Gojo doesn’t need to know that.

“I thought you two seemed cool and I like the way you both dress. I can’t help but to stare if the fit goes hard.” You partially lie. Everyone knows you love fashion so this wasn’t a bad cover up.

“You sure about that?” He persists.

“Positive.” You stand 10 toes down.

“Well, Geto and I share a lot of things. So uh, don’t be nervous to ask us for anything.” He says with a sly look on his face. “Clothes and accessories, I mean.”

What the fuck is he getting at right now?

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Speechless (Part 2)

Nerdjo x Reader

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WARNING: pure smut || MDNI

“I fear that you’ve been on my mind the most.” His hands slowly work their way up your body, stopping at your breasts. “You know I have a crush on you. In fact, you like that I have a crush on you. I notice everything, Y/N.” His hands slide down from breasts, down to your hips. You bend over the counter top, instinctually. He lifts your skirt revealing your lace trim underwear. Your round ass pressed perfectly against the tent in his pants. The sight of you bent over the counter has him salivating. He can’t help but to hump on you.

“What’d you notice?” You say playing along. You were dripping at this point. You loved how he wasn’t controlling his urges and completely giving in. To want you so bad that he’s dry humping you? Seeing him this feral was something you never thought you’d see.

“Huh, this ass is perfect. You’re always so handsy with me because you love the attention.” Grinding more intensively as he spoke. “You like having me as your simp but now I want more. Fuck, I want so much more, Y/N.”

He taps you on your thighs signaling you to turn towards him. You look up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to kiss you. He grabs your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth, he was hungry for you. You were curious to know just how much he was packing. As your tongues caressed each other, you place your hand over the bulge in his pants. Using your finger, you trace the outline taking note of how long it is.

“You curious? I’ll take it out for you.” He says inches away from my lips. You nod your head, yes, because the words weren’t coming to you. Every time he spoke to you like that, he left you speechless. You’re still adjusting to this side of him.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down pants. He groans as his hard dick springs out of his briefs. The face you made when you saw it made Gojo let out a laugh.

“What’s with that face, Y/N? Too big?” The words coming out of his mouth like a melody.

“Yes, I mean..no it’s… I just didn’t expect it to be so…” you rub your thumb over the tip, spreading his precum. He hisses at the immediate contact. You look up at him and slowly get on your knees, letting the intrusive thoughts win. You close your eyes as you wrap your plump lips around the tip of his dick, tasting his precum.

“Ahhh, this is a dreaaaam. I can’t believe your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock, right now.” He moaned as he bucked his hips lightly, getting you to take more of him down your throat. You place your palms on his thighs as he ran his fingers through your thick hair.

“I want a good view of your face when I fuck it.” He says holding my hair up in a ponytail.

You brace yourself as he thrusts deeper down your throat. You weren’t worried about the length but you were worried about the girth. His shaft was by the far the thickest you’ve seen but that made you only want to try it more. You start to gag once he picks up the pace. He looks down at you with a devilish smile as you look up at him with your glossy pleading eyes. His pornographic moans fill the room as he locks eyes with you, making sure you’re eyes are on him as he fucks your face. The next thing you know, he pulls out from your mouth and lets out a laugh.

“Is something funny?” You furrow your brows out of confusion.

“You were about to make me cum and I haven't even gotten to see you naked… I thought I was in charge but I'm still simping after you, Y/N.”

The way he speaks so confidently turns you on more, if that was even physically possible. You took a moment to realize you DO have the upper hand. You get off your knees and grab the waistband of your lace trim panties from under your skirt. You slide them down your legs, torturously slow, causing Gojo to start rubbing his dick at the sight of you.

“Now take off your top.” He demands as he continues to stroke.

You shed your top leaving you in just your skirt and bra. Before he could give another demand, you unhook your bra, revealing your breasts to him. Like a moth to flame, his hands were already fondling them.He played with your nipples, watching your face contort in pleasure as he snuck two fingers in your wetness. He pulls you into a kiss, muting both of your moans. You were making such a mess all over his hand. He loved having this power over you and he wanted to abuse the hell out of it.

“Want me to fuck you?” He says pulling away from your lips. His fingers kept going as he asked you this question, wanting to watch you struggle as you answer him.

“Pl-please, Gojo.” You squeal as he moves his finger in a ‘come here’ motion

“Mmm, Please what?” A devilish smile spreads across his face as he teases you. He wanted to see you as worked up as you got him on the daily.

“Fuck me.” You cry out as the tips of his fingers graze your g spot. He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before turning you around. He bends you over the counter, taking a good look at your dripping folds before he rubs the tip of his dick through them.

“Uhh, you’re so wet, princess. I bet I’ll slide right in.” He says as he lines himself up to your entrance.

He grabs your hips as he pushes into you, stopping half way. You both let out a porngraphic moan as you sucked him in. His nails dig into your hips as he thrusted towards you, closing the gap between you two. Now he was left speechless. He felt your walls clenching on him and it felt nothing like he’d imagined, it was sooooo much better. He didn’t even give you time to adjust.

“Holy shit, y-you feel so good.” You whined as he bucked his hips.

Gojo couldn’t form any words. All he muttered out was ‘Yea?’ in between his moans. It was the feeling of your walls clenching around him that made him pick up the pace. He wanted to get as deep as he could. You grip the counter top, attempting to brace yourself as he fucks you stupid. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he bends down and whispers, “Ugh, your pussy is so good, Y/N.” straight into your ear.

“Keep talking to me like that, baby.” You beg as he steadily thrusts into you.

“Why would I stop? I’ve wanted this for so long. Mmm, I’m so lucky to have my dick in the student council president.” He grips your hair to pull you close to him. “If only you knew how many times I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.” He changed his pace to powerful deep thrusts which jolted you forward everytime his hips met your ass.

Every word he was saying was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. His words turned into moans and kisses, signaling you he was close too. He lets go of your hair and grabs your ass instead. Smacking it a few times as he moaned your name. His thrusts start to get sloppy but he holds you in place as he pushes so far into you.

“You deserve to cum, baby. Fill me up.” You moan looking back at him with lust in your eyes.

You wanted to make him happy since he constantly thinks of you. You wanted this moment to be everything he’d ever imagined.

“Yea? You’re such a slut for me, fuuuuccck.” He groans as he comes undone.

His warm ropes of cum coat your walls, that last thrust sending you overboard as well. Filling you up was an understatement.

“Woah, let’s clean you up and then we can study.” He says as he pulls out of you.

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Speechless (Part 1)

Nerdjo x Reader

Warning: sexual tension, mild smut descriptions|| MDNI

“Ooo, that’s not good.” Gojo says looking at your test grade as you wallow in disappointment at the table.

This is the second math test in a row that you’ve scored a 70/100 on. If you don’t ace the next one, your parents aren’t going to pay for you to go to Osaka this summer.

“Gojo, I don’t know what to do. I literally have perfect grades in every other subject. Why does math have to be so hard?” You whine into the table.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, prez.” He says as he rolls up your test and hits you on the back of the head with it. You lift your head off the table and sit up, looking up at Gojo’s blue eyes as he stands next to you.

You grab your test from him and say, “I need to start studying for the next test TONIGHT.”

Gojo places his hand on the back of his neck and takes a breath. He wanted to ask you if you wanted him to tutor you, but he was too nervous you’d say no. You are the president of the student council and Gojo is your vice president. You’re pretty popular due to you being so heavily involved with extracurricular activities at your university. Gojo is the smartest in the school but not as popular as you since he kept to himself most of the time. Most people were intimidated by him. When you both got elected, he knew that was the only way he’d get to talk to you. You two often saw each other throughout the week and had lunch together regularly but you’ve never had a conversation outside of student council.

“I….I can help you study. If you want me to. I’m not busy tonight.” He says quietly.

“Would you? You can stay over for dinner and everything!” You exclaimed.

“Yea, sure.” Gojo says trying to be normal about the fact that he’s going over to his crushes house.

“YES! I’m gonna pass for sure this time.” You wrap your arms around his tall frame and frantically say, “thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

The apples of Gojo’s cheeks turn pink at the sudden physical contact with you. You look up at him realizing he was startled by you hugging him and let go.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first.” You say backing from him.

You didn’t realize his body was so…solid. From that hug alone, you felt how toned his stomach was. Knowing that made you pretty curious.

“N-no, it’s okay.” He says trying to compose himself.

“Cool, do you have any more classes today? If not, we can head over to mine now. I’d hate to just have you over to study.”

“I don’t have anything else today. It'd be fun to finally hang outside of school.” He says as he packs his bag.

“Great! I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Gojo. Don’t you?” You say knowing damn well it’ll make him blush.

“That is, if we have anything in common.” He teases back to your surprise. You both start walking out of the board room, walking side by side, heading to the train station.

“Of course we do! We’re in the student council together, which means we should have something in common. Do you read manga?”

“Nooope.” He sings.

“Anime?”

“Eh, I used to watch but not since I started college.”

“….music? You have to listen to music…” you say flashing him a face of disgust as you reach the station. You get in front of him to lead him to your train.

“Of course, I listen to music, Y/N. But It wouldn’t be anything you’d like…. I like sweets though.” He says getting out his card to swipe through the gates.

“Eating sweets isn’t a hobby…” you swipe your card to get through the gates. It’s crowded as usual. You grab his hand, making sure you don’t lose him in the sea of people. His hands were big and soft, the tips of his fingers a bit calloused. You rushed on the train holding Gojo’s hand as the doors opened. The crowd of people push you both toward the window.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how cramped this is.” You say trying to adjust yourself not realizing your butt is brushing up against Gojo’s crotch. He couldn’t begin to fathom how this was happening in broad daylight. His face turned bright red.

“Y/N, pl-please turn around. I can’t…” he mumbles in your ear.

You look down, realizing just how close you were to him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how flustered you made him. You never notice him get like this over you but yet again you guys had never hung out. He places his hand against the wall of the train, creating the smallest space for you.

“Ahhh, I’m sorry Gojo.” You say turning to face him.

“It’s fine, not your fault.” He says trying his hardest to play it off.

You two didn’t talk much on the train ride to your place. It was filled with sexual tension though. You two were so close that whenever Gojo looked down, he got a great view of your breasts. When you looked up, you were met with a view of his sharp jawline and collarbones. You hoped the train would make a hard stop so that he would move closer.

“This is my stop, let’s go.” You say leading him off the train.

Once you get off the train and leave the station, you propose that you stop at the convenience store near your place. Gojo agrees and you both head in.

“Get anything you want, I got you.” You say as you look at the shelves.

He nods and starts to look around. You grab a few snacks and drinks and walk up to the counter to check out. Gojo comes up behind you and places his hand full of things on the counter. It was all sweets… damn he was not kidding. You pay for everything and he grabs the bag from the clerk.

“Thanks.” He says as you two start walking to your apartment.

“You're welcome. Thank you for asking to tutor me. My apartment is right up here. I’m on the 4th floor.” You say as you walk up the stairs with him following you.

Once you get to your place, you both take your shoes off at the door and get comfortable in the living room. He spread out all the snacks on the table as if they were all on display.

“Can I get you something to drink? Tea?” You ask.

“Yea, oolong is good. Do you live alone?” He asks, sitting on the ground.

“Yea, I do. My family lives out of the country while I go to school here. I’m sure you know I’m a foreigner by my appearance, that’s not much of a shock.”

“That’s cool. Your place is really cozy. I wouldn’t have imagined it to look like this.” He says as he takes a bite out of whatever snack he chose.

“You’ve imagined what my apartment looks like?” You say.

“You’re the prettiest girl in our graduating class, Y/N. Every guy has thought about what the inside of your apartment looks like.” He says nonchalantly.

You look up from the tea that you’re preparing, shocked that he said that to you. Was this the same guy that was blushing from you giving him a hug earlier? He gets up from the floor and smirks at you.

“Speechless? I don’t know why… you are on every guy's mind right now.” He says as he walks over to the kitchen.

He gets directly behind you, pressing the bulge in his pants on your ass. You couldn’t even pretend to understand where this confidence came from. You bite your lip in anticipation, waiting to see what his next move is.

“I fear that you’ve been on my mind the most.”

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