#𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 ꒰ JJK ꒱

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. . . WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETERRRRRR?!

'𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒!' you laughed slightly at the memory of a year ago that google had shown you. there plenty of memes of your husband—now president, doing silly faces with a bandana of the american flag. it was quite amusing at the time, multiple memes and art was saved to your phone. even the victim of it all enjoyed it. then he became president and he was unstoppable. it made you smile how confident and cocky he could be at times. he was a master strategist, level-headed, and funny—you couldn't think of anyone better to suit the job. but, that also means that's it's quite hard to defy him.

you normally stayed at home. you took care of the chores of the house—cleaning, cooking, anything to keep the house how he wanted. you were a househusband, and if you had kids . . . you'd be taking care of them too. at times you think he really does want children, he never voices it though. nevertheless, it has been pretty busy at the white house recently, so he hasn't been home as much. that didn't mean he wouldn't find a way to have fun.

like the obedient husband you were, you were cooking dinner for him upon his return. he had just visited you on his break, using you—"making sure you were still pliant."

a sniff and a nod left your lips. you have zero idea what you did, perhaps not having something done at the time he wanted it, but a loud yell left your lips when he pushed that urethra plug in your cock. tears were streaming down your face as you sat bare and obedient in his lap. "i expect this pretty hole down here . . . " he teases your ass with his finger. " . . . to be ready along with dinner when i get home, yes?" you nod, sniffling softly. although, that was a mistake as a hand strikes the tip your cock. "be a good boy, now. words." you gulp. "yes, sir . . . " he chuckles, setting you off of his lap. "excellent! i'll be done in a few hours. let's see how long you can take it."

there was that look. that look like you were simply a lab rat to be experimented on for his larger goal. you felt extremely small and insecure when he stared at you like that. it was like he was animal looking at the food he was to pounce on . . . regardless, you listen to him.

with a whine and moans leaving your lips, you finish cleaning the house—starting dinner immediately. you were patiently stirring the pot, legs wiggling and rubbing against eachother as it became harder to keep still. after a while, you simply let the food to simmer and took out your lube—pouring it onto your fingers. a breathy moan left your lips when the cold liquid touched your rim. slipping a finger in there was semi-easy, after all—he would fuck you anywhere at anytime. it was a kink, free use? you believe, perhaps you were into it. but it was hard to not feel embarrassed when his cock is burried inches deep in you while he's having a meeting.

your finger slips inside, stroking your walls carefully. it was painful, not being able to cum. yet—he made you stretch yourself after inserting that stupid plug. it always made you cry. you could tell when he was going to use it, he had a certain face. you'd bring yourself to tears, begging not to be punished . . . "especially with that." though, you learned, he didn't care. "big boys take their punishments," he'd say, "ah, look at that pathetic cock—cumming even with the plug!"

but you took it, because that's what you're supposed to do. you're his good boy, you need to stay that way.

you desperately think about that as you vigorously finger yourself. strings of moans and whines leave your lips. your fingers weren't nearly as effective as his, but you could find your prostate just fine. however, you couldn't cum. it burned, but it felt good. you desperately needed release, but you could take it. you could take it! you are his good boy. so you took it. and now your finishing up dinner.

the sound of the door unlocking and opening fills your ears as you ready his plate. you turn and smile, "welcome home, dear!" when he didn't respond to your words, you followed his movements with confusion. "i . . . made your plate. i—"

his hands creep into your pants. he glances over to the fixed plate of his dinner. "did you now? well, good job for listening," he chuckles as if expecting that you wouldn't do what he said. he tugs down your pants, smiling at your hard cock that bobs when it's free from the fabric. your thighs tense at the sudden air. you bite your bottom lip, pushing your ass out for him to see easier. when his hands spread your cheeks, a whine leaves your lips. "'jaku . . . " you pout looking back him. "look at you! so intelligent and good at following orders . . . why would i need such incompetent soilders when i have you, hm?" he smiles, his thumbs pulling lightly at the rim to open you up a bit. "stretched out and lube dripping from you . . . "

he leans forward, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear. "such a slutty little househusband i have . . . " he whispers, " . . . you've been so good. perhaps i should give you a reward, hm?" you nod feverishly. "y-yes, sir!" he chuckles and lets go of you, the sound of a zipper and the ruffling of pants comes from behind you.

a gasp leaves your lips at the feeling of his warm cock pressed against your ass. he postions you with your chest, head, and arms on the counter. your back is put in a pretty arch. his eyes rake your body, snickering at your full and heavy balls, tight and ready to finally release. you close your eyes in anticipation when you feel the head of his cock press against you.

a surprise yelp leaves your lips when he suddenly slams in to the hilt. "what type of sound was that?" he chuckles. "does your pussy feel that good from one thrust?" you turn your head to face him, eyes wide and teary when you called his hole a "pussy." you have to admit, the thought of him continuing to say that felt pleasureable, but that wasn't something you'd focus on right now. "i . . . i don't have—!" kenjaku chuckles. "i'm aware, just wanted to see how you'd react . . . "

his hips retract, and then slam right back against you. "ahh, such a nice 'welcome home' present. don't you think?" he grins. you nod. "y-yes!"

you feel his cock fuck into you. his pace is always rough, he's never gentle. his cock rams into you, as if trying to get you to remember its shape. "a-AH! 'j-jaku—anngh!" you whimper and moan, call out his name, but he'll continue to fuck you roughly into the counter. in fact, your moans are music to his ears! it's an invitation to fuck you harder—rougher. a wet, squelching sound as he fucks you. the lube spurts from your hole, coating his cock in a pretty cloudy color. your ass was warm and wet, that was all he could ask for.

"'jaku! gunna cum! ngh—! gotta . . . please!" tears are starting to fall. your face is being roughly rubbed on the counter as you rock from his thrusts. your cock hurts. oh fuck it hurts. all you want is to cum, all he needs to do is say the word 'yes.'

"hm, do you think you deserve it?" he asks you. you sob, gripping tightly at the counters to ground yourself. "yes! yes—i've been a . . . been a really good boy," you sob, choking your spit. "really?" he asks cruelly, knowing very well you deserve to cum, but he's going to wait. "let's wait for a moment." a broken whine leaves your lips. "what? don't you want to cum with me? this is a fantastic privilege!" you can hear the sarcasm and fake pout in his voice. "you will wait until i cum." you sob, nodding reluctantly. your chest rapidly rises and falls. "yes, sir."

"ah! fuck—mmph!" your moans were positively adorable! "ngh—ah! yes, yesyesyes! a-AH!" his cock would mercilessly jam at your prostate. you feared he would never let you cum at this point. then relief flooding through you when you felt his hand. it dipped under you, his finger hooking in the little ring the urethra plug had. "you ready?" yesyesyesyesyes! a string of one singular word left your lips as you nodded.

he chuckles and thrusts roughly, pushing your back in a rough arch as he yanks the plug from you. a scream leaves your lips. you desprately suck in air, watery cum spurts onto the innocent white cabinets. your poor cock couldn't stop leaking, you couldn't stop cumming, you couldn't stop shaking.

kenjaku's chuckles sounded muffled as you stiffly came, feeling your insides be filled from his cock. "still cumming, hm? adorable . . . " a gasp left your lips when you finally stopped, falling weakly to your knees when kenjaku slips his cock from you. you wheeze and whimper, laying pathetically on the cold tile. "you obedient little thing . . . " he laughs at the mess you've made, embarassment flooding you at the sight as well. he puts his cock back in his pants. that same unsettled smirk is given to you. perhaps the long horizontal scar on his forehead made him scarier? nevertheless, you could do a thing. you'd babble and suck in his cock as he needed, he's such a powerful man . . . there's no way you'd stand up to him.

"clean up your mess and heat my food," he orders, "i'll be waiting at the table."

i thank my pookie (@/sensvis) who gave me the idea. og prompt: "The reader is the ""wo(man)" of the house and like since kenjaku is the president and he can do whatever he wants to his spouse he decides to fuck him so rough and so harsh that thereader is left shivering and gasping for air at the end and no one can do anything abt it cs Kenny is the president." ty bae 🙏🏾 send me more Kenny prompts, top or bottom reader.

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Hear me out bae.. family reunion.. including yuuji, kenjaku, kechizu, and eso r all there and are having a grand time while Choso is holding back the most sluttiest moans while drool is literally pooling between his legs. The reader is sitting beside him with his hand on choso’s leg, pretending everything is nice and dandy and having a great time talking w the brothers, answering their questions as if he’s some angel. Finally, Choso tugs at the readers dress-shirt and looks at him w the most cutest tears in his eyes, his eyes all red and puffy. The reader excuses himself and Choso and brings him to the bathroom, they then proceed to fuck in every corner of the bathroom (ex: on the toilet, sink, on the edge of the shower, in the shower, and on several places on the floor, even fucking on top of the shower carpet) they both walk out and everyone is looking at them with the most shocked expressions on their faces w a hint of blush on their cheeks

. . . shawty gon fuck shawty gon swallow me shawty gon get on top of me!

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 . . . you were aware of choso's family. his circumstances weren't exactly normal. then again, in the jujutsu society, whos circumstances are really normal? your used to these type of things, well—you thought you were. but! there isn't much you can do when your boyfriend is half-human, half-curse. at least he was a good brother.

choso had—albiet terribly—expressed his concerns for dinner. after hearing about his "dad," and brothers situation, you could concur the dinner might be a little . . . dramatic? it was a family reunion! things like this make choso stressed, so like the good boyfriend you are . . . you helped him keep his mind off of the drama—with a distraction.

choso was right, its barely started and the dinner is already awkward. a man you swear you've seen before, one with a long horizontal stitch on his forehead, was trying to chat it up with people much younger than him—or so you thought. he was somehow the mother and father to choso and his brothers. eso, one of choso's brothers, the one with leather and a shitty haircut, looked a bit bored. he looked like a slut, in your opinion, then again—would that be an insult to him. and kechizu, the more curse-looking one . . . lets not talk about that. the last person there was a teenager, yuuji itadori. you actually liked this one. he was a sweetheart, although sukuna knocked some of the sweetness down. choso and him were the ones to be glaring at geto—kenjaku—mr. kamo? whichever name. regardless, you answered their questions, acting as if you were angel.

"are you a sorcerer?" technically, yes. "why haven't i seen you before, then?" i tended to stay overseas for a period of time. "why do you like my son." he's adorable, why not? "you better treat my big brother right!" i swear on my life, i wouldn't dream of hurting him.

you'd answer their questions with a smile, soothing rubbing choso's thigh. simply for fun you'd ask him a question for your own amusement, knowing what he's feeling.

you'd think choso would be focused and in the conversation, he wasn't, that much was evident in his expressions. "big brother, are you alright?" eso asked, looking confused at choso. "yea, your really red!" yuuji chimes in. it was quite adorable and funny how much choso was struggling. before they arrived at the house you had strapped a pretty pink vibrator to his cock. you were sure his tip was red and throbbing, leaking precum onto the toy and his boxers. it didn't help he also had a butt plug in, preventing your cum to slip from him. choso clears his throat with a nod. "y-yes . . . " he mumbles, putting food into his mouth to prevent him from moaning.

kenjaku looks between the two of you with a knowing look, a slight grin on his face. you chuckle and continue rubbing his thigh gently. the thing about choso, is that he has a sensitive tip. that thing in his legs is most definitely a pussy destroyer (anything destroyer really), it was was uselessly big and sensitive. good thing he didn't have to use it! he had you. despite you being so cruel.

throughout the dinner, you'd occasionally put your hand in your pocket to adjust the vibrator strapped to his sensitive tip. he'd jolt and dismiss his brothers questions until he couldn't handle it anymore.

choso gently tugs on your dress shirt beneath the table, looking at you with pleading eyes, knowing he'd be punished if he came without permission. he looks as if he's about to cry—you smile, looking at his adorable expression. you nod towards the bathroom, silently telling him to get up—a look in your eye that says "'ill be there in a second." choso nods, choking out an 'excuse me' as he gets up with shaky legs. after about a minute, smile and excuse yourself "excuse me," you push your chair back and stand up, walking to the bathroom. as you do, everyone gives you questionable looks, but you ignore them.

you walk into the bathroom to find choso sitting on the toilet like a good boy, tightly gripping his pants. "such a good boy," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his red cheek. "p-please," the poor boy pleads.

a chuckle leaves your lips. "i know, i know . . . i'm helping, i am." you help him get out of his pants, a sympathetic pout on your face as his cock. your sure its super sensitive to the touch at this point. theres a mess made of precum, his cock is throbbing, and his tip is an angry red. you mercifully take of the vibrator. "i'm surprised you lasted this long. it wasn't a punishment, honey," you coo, gently grasping his cock. "you know you could've asked for some help a while ago right?"

choso grips onto the edge of the sink counter as you carefully grab his raw cock, a whine leaving his lips as you pump it slowly. "y-yes," he mumbles. you look at him with an unimpressed expression. "did you really?" choso looks away from your eyes. "no . . . "

you frown. "aw, im sorry, honey. i should've communicated better." you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek before kissing his leaking tip. "do you need to be fucked, or do you just wanna cum?" choso whimpers, "fucked! please . . . " his desperation was always so cute. so you ablige, switching spots with him. when you remove the butt plug you can't help but drool. your cum starts to spill from him. perhaps it was your possessive side, but you loved it. his leaky cock bounces, sticky tip slapping his stomach as you make him bounce on your cock.

his uselessly big tits bounce as he does, his nipples calling to you as he bounces. another thing about choso, he also has a sensitive chest. one of your hands cups his chest, thumb and index finger lightly pinching his nipple. choso whimpers, leaning towards your touch as you rub and tug.

your cock so thick, it touches where it needs to, stimulating his prostate. he begins to pant, desperately fucking himself on your cock. "a-ah! ngh—ah . . . fuck," he moans, eyes rolled back because of how good he feels. "ah, ah. quieter, honey. you don't want your brothers to hear you, do you?" you face pout, looking up at him. he vigorously shakes his head 'no,' his lips pursed. his arms warp around your neck, pushing your head towards his chest. you smile, kissing his bare skin before you kitten lick nipples. your free hand going to the other one, playing with it as your mouth envelops his bud in warmth.

his ass slaps roughly against your thighs as his movements, his back in a pleaured arch as he rides you. "f-fuck," he curses. and there's that sign. when choso's close, he purposefully tilts his head to the side or back, silently asking for kisses. once he gets those, his legs spread and he sucks in a breath, eyes rolling back as he cums. of course, this time he's slapping a hand over his mouth, but only after he's fully come down from his high does he suck in a breath and start breathing again.

"good j—" you begin to speak before he interrupts you. "more . . . " he begs in a whisper. he swallows and leans close to you, tears streaming down his face. "more! please . . . "

you grin at his expression and lift him off of your cock, your cum leaking from his ass. you smile and stand up, carrying to the shower. you were lucky to have a shower seat, allowing him to actually rest his back on something while you fuck him. setting him down, you smile at the mess he's making. "so cute . . . " you mumble and line your tip with him, pushing in him eagerly. you push his legs up by his thighs, almost folding him over as you fuck him. "ah—fuck, honey. don't squeeze me so hard, i'm gonna loose it—" you curse through gritted teeth.

"'m sorry," he pants, taking your cock like champ with his thighs to his chest. "c-can't help it. fuck!" he wraps his arms around you again, rocking with the force of your rough thrusts. it's becoming harder for him to keep his moans quiet.

choso's sobbing while taking your cock. fat tears roll down his cheeks as his nails dig into your back. "so good. so good—ngh! ah . . . a-AH!" choso whines and he starts to do it again. his chest stutters and leans his head back, sucking in a deep breath. a whine leaves his throat—one several octaves louder than his speaking voice. his mouth parts as he feels your lips against his skin.

he cums with a cry, stifled by him biting his bottom lip. although, it doesn't make much of a difference.

his brothers are curses. everyone in that room is at least half-curses. all of them, which have exceptional hearing—they can hear him. it doesn't help that the walls aren't particularly thick. choso's loud moans can be heard, the four in the dining room looking awkwardly at the wall as they hear you fuck choso dumb in the bathroom. on the toilet, on the sink, in the shower, on the floor, they can hear you going at it—choso's restraint loosening every time your cock jabs his prostate. 'more' . . . 'more' . . . 'more.' the poor man wasn't at all satisfied. he wanted to filled, pleaured by your cock. maybe even give his brothers a neice or nephew in this thirsty little fantasy of his.

"yesyesyesyesyes," a string of words left choso's lip as your fucking him on the floor. his head his resting on the fluffy shower mat at the edge of the bath. thank god the two of you cleaned the house before his family came.

"mng—AH! fuck—ngh!" his moans were music to your ears as he cums with you for the maybe sixth time in this "bathroom break." his chest is a mess of cum, your shirt a bit dirty from when he rode you. your voice his shaky and husky, as you press sloppy kisses along his neck. "satisfied?" choso nods, not trusting his voice to respond to you. you chuckle at his love-filled eyes, you could swear there were hearts in them. you life him up. "let's clean you up, yeah?"

you help him clean himself, putting on his robes and fixing his hair. he looks ashamed at the mess he's made of both you and himself, but he can't be super upset with the outcume. considering your cum is stuffed inside of him via the butt plug that you reinserted. "ready to have an awkward dinner?" you rub his arms gently and kiss his nose, putting the pink vibrator in a drawer. "uh, sure . . . "

you chuckle at his lack of words and open the bathroom door. the two of you walk out, choso hunched over a bit in shame. he knows they heard him. he was supposed to be the perfect older brother, but—he so happened to be a loud moaner. you've told him to be vocal in the past, now he has . . . at the cost of embarrassment.

behind him is you, walking wth confidence and amusement with your hands in your pockets. you had fun, this is your house, there's no need to be ashamed. plus, the embarrassed blush on choso's pale cheeks was worth it.

the two of you reach the table. you pull out the chair for choso and wait until he sits down to push it back in. the table is quiet as you yourself sit down in your chair with a slight smile. everyone has a pink tint on their cheeks, looking away from choso in awkwardness. it was silent until kenjaku started laughing, perhaps getting flashbacks of his younger years? everyone looks at him skeptically, wondering what he could possible say.

"choso's a bottom, huh? didn't think the quiet one would be so loud."

thank you, pookie! always coming up with these delicious ass prompts. ꒰ im doing this instead of kinktober ꒱. im in my choso fucker era so send some rqs

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sorry for my messy english because i'm also dying for nanami in the newest chapter. 😭💥😭💥

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with this i have the small headcanon that he sometimes likes to be quite freakish in bed to get off some steam after work (bcus stress is not good for you!1!) so, the only person he allows treating him like a personal fucktoy and cumdump is m!reader. and m!reader loves it.

. . . ALL I NEED IS MY BODY! MY TIP PINK JUST LIKE SALAMI!

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 is a stressed man. you always have to tell him to take breaks and relax even for a moment. hell—he's twenty-seven looking thirty-seven. it doesn't help that he's a sorcerer! his shoulders are all tense and rough, your sure if he did go get a massage they'd believe he was a stone wall. a combination of gojo's irritating tendencies and exorcising curses was a lot for him.

normal methods of stress relieving don't work—whether it be squeezing a ball, that he always breaks, or exercising . . . it never works. and he doesn't want to end up like shoko. one time he found three packs of cigarettes in her office "in case she ran out," which she often does. what other way to healthy relieve some stress like sex? as you always say, "stress isn't good for you!"

he'd never allow someone else to treat him like this. he'd never allow someone to touch him like this.

but he can't exactly think about that can he? loves having sex with you. its the one time can finally shut his brain off. he can finally relax, no longer having to act like this big strong man who needs to save others. he's simply taking your cock like he should! when let you finally fuck him dumb, that's when he's really found heaven. your cock flunging in and out of him without a break.

he can hear the sticky slaps of his skin to yours, loads of cum ticking to the both of you. normally, he'd be upset by the mess. but as of right now, he can't so much as think! so go ahead, use him as a cumdump, squeeze and grope his body, take the stress away from him as you gain your satisfaction.

all you need is his body, all he needs is yours.

didn't know if u wanted this to be super long or anything. this is just a thirst 😅