angelicjas

[angelicjas]

⟡ jjk boys n what kisses they like

— satoru likes the needy rough kisses. the type of kiss after a long mission, full of want—no—need. the ones where it becomes less of a kiss and more teeth clashing and licking at eachothers warm mouths.

he loves knowing how needy you get. like you NEED him or you won’t survive. he feels the same of course, hand always reaching for the back of your head to pull you impossibly closer. they always start innocent enough; a typical makeout session.

until of course he’s biting at your lip for access to your tongue, and from then on, it just goes downhill. a battle for dominance neither of you really want to win, the only thing really on your minds is each other. teeth grinding, lip biting, tongue’s slashing, all around messy and chaotic.

— suguru likes the slow teasing kisses. he’s the biggest tease known to man, he adores the way you squirm for more. the way you try to speed it up, even just a little bit, but he has the control. you know he does. the minute you even try, he’s pulling away until you ‘ask nicely.’

he’ll give you multiple small pecks before gripping your jaw and opening your mouth just enough to give him access. it begins with your lips colliding in a slow, unwavering pace. after minutes of that, he’ll finally be nice and reward you with his wet tongue against yours.

not that it matters of course. because then he’ll just start swirling and sucking against your tongue, but slowly. the exact same pace that hasn’t changed. just when you think maybe—just maybe!—he’ll speed up, he pulls away. leaving you starving, just the way he likes it.

— nanami likes the gentle sweet kisses. the cheesy rom-com level kisses, the ones where he can only attempt to poor how much he loves you into a simple gesture.

quite honestly, he prefers simple pecks, a soft reassurance and a gentle act of love. but when you make out? It’s slow. but not like suguru, no, like you’re both savoring every second. as if time didn’t matter to you two in that moment.

his smooth lips meeting yours, immediately opening for eachother, tongues dancing together in a calm rhythm, drinking eachother in. sweet gasps and light whimpers fill the room. no matter what you two may be doing;

whether it’s a simple makeout on the couch, a goodnight kiss before bed, those few extra minutes in the morning you rarely get, or sex, no matter how hard or soft; your kisses will always stay the same.

— toji likes the sloppy rough kisses. the type that have you gasping for air into it, the type that leave you shell shocked before you can even kiss back because of how fast it happened.

he’s always grabbing for your neck, even if not to choke you, he just likes the control, the dominance, the power, he has. his lips will crash into yours before you can even say hello, noses bumping, teeth grinding, tongues in absolutely no rhythm, a line of drool connecting when you finally do pull away. yeah, that kind.

he doesn’t know how to kiss normally, a usual goodbye peck? not toji. he’s grabbing your jaw, smashing his lips into yours brutually, tongue slapping against yours before pulling away and saying a simple goodbye. welcome home? he’s grabbing your throat, squeezing the sides as a sign of ‘affection’ according to him, immediately pressing his lips to yours with a sigh, it’s all fast and messy, just like toji.

and if you guys are getting freaky? oh please. there’s a shine of drool spilling down both of your chins, his lips are barely touching yours, biting, sucking, licking everything he can. your lips will always, always, be left swollen with him. no matter the occasion.

[angelicjas]

⟡ jjk boys n what kisses they like

— satoru likes the needy rough kisses. the type of kiss after a long mission, full of want—no—need. the ones where it becomes less of a kiss and more teeth clashing and licking at eachothers warm mouths.

he loves knowing how needy you get. like you NEED him or you won’t survive. he feels the same of course, hand always reaching for the back of your head to pull you impossibly closer. they always start innocent enough; a typical makeout session.

until of course he’s biting at your lip for access to your tongue, and from then on, it just goes downhill. a battle for dominance neither of you really want to win, the only thing really on your minds is each other. teeth grinding, lip biting, tongue’s slashing, all around messy and chaotic.

— suguru likes the slow teasing kisses. he’s the biggest tease known to man, he adores the way you squirm for more. the way you try to speed it up, even just a little bit, but he has the control. you know he does. the minute you even try, he’s pulling away until you ‘ask nicely.’

he’ll give you multiple small pecks before gripping your jaw and opening your mouth just enough to give him access. it begins with your lips colliding in a slow, unwavering pace. after minutes of that, he’ll finally be nice and reward you with his wet tongue against yours.

not that it matters of course. because then he’ll just start swirling and sucking against your tongue, but slowly. the exact same pace that hasn’t changed. just when you think maybe—just maybe!—he’ll speed up, he pulls away. leaving you starving, just the way he likes it.

— nanami likes the gentle sweet kisses. the cheesy rom-com level kisses, the ones where he can only attempt to poor how much he loves you into a simple gesture.

quite honestly, he prefers simple pecks, a soft reassurance and a gentle act of love. but when you make out? It’s slow. but not like suguru, no, like you’re both savoring every second. as if time didn’t matter to you two in that moment.

his smooth lips meeting yours, immediately opening for eachother, tongues dancing together in a calm rhythm, drinking eachother in. sweet gasps and light whimpers fill the room. no matter what you two may be doing;

whether it’s a simple makeout on the couch, a goodnight kiss before bed, those few extra minutes in the morning you rarely get, or sex, no matter how hard or soft; your kisses will always stay the same.

— toji likes the sloppy rough kisses. the type that have you gasping for air into it, the type that leave you shell shocked before you can even kiss back because of how fast it happened.

he’s always grabbing for your neck, even if not to choke you, he just likes the control, the dominance, the power, he has. his lips will crash into yours before you can even say hello, noses bumping, teeth grinding, tongues in absolutely no rhythm, a line of drool connecting when you finally do pull away. yeah, that kind.

he doesn’t know how to kiss normally, a usual goodbye peck? not toji. he’s grabbing your jaw, smashing his lips into yours brutually, tongue slapping against yours before pulling away and saying a simple goodbye. welcome home? he’s grabbing your throat, squeezing the sides as a sign of ‘affection’ according to him, immediately pressing his lips to yours with a sigh, it’s all fast and messy, just like toji.

and if you guys are getting freaky? oh please. there’s a shine of drool spilling down both of your chins, his lips are barely touching yours, biting, sucking, licking everything he can. your lips will always, always, be left swollen with him. no matter the occasion.

[angelicjas]

choso, who you drunkenly hook up with at a college party just to relieve some stress—but he wants more.

the music was blaring, drunk people bumping against each other unelegantly in the much to crowded living room, which seems to be more of a dance floor now.

your friend practically forced you to attend one of her ragers. They were never really your thing, people grinding and making out in the corner, lord knows the things happening in other rooms, the smell of sweaty college students. yeah, not your thing.

buuuutt…

with your midterms on the way, you needed to relax. just for a night. ‘drink, dance with friends, leave.’ that was your motto.

but when possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life, sheepishly asked you to come dance? how could you say no…

the night ends with a drunken hook up in some bathroom, as amazing as it was, that’s all it was. a drunken hook up.

not to choso.

no. not at all.

choso, who shows up to your friends door the next day asking for your name, who you were, a social, anything.

at first she thought he was some creep, (which he kind of is) but when he tells her the story a bit to detailed, she sighs and calls you.

you wake up and answer with a groan and a raspy throat, why would she be calling you at this time? hell why is she even up after last night?

“someone wants to see you…”

choso, who gleams like a kid on christmas when you hesitantly agree to see him again.

you, who has to figure out how to let this beautiful man down gently.

he comes to your dorm with a soft smile, you guide him in, sit him down, and attempt to explain it was just a hook up.

“I was drunk, you were drunk, I needed a stress reliever. that’s all it was.” now his face resembles one of a kicked puppy.

“your friend told me you’d say that…” he trails off opening his phone. you quirk a brow at him. “so I made a list on why you should give me a chance!”

oh boy.

[angelicjas]

"WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME DADDY ? "

starring ꒱ gojo, s. geto, k. nanami.

sum ꒱ plethora of jjk men to fuel your daddy issues — which we all know you secretly have

wc: 2.3k

@warnings! ꒱ daddy!kink, age gaps, p in v, basic sex stuff, filthy smut, cumming inside, cunnilingus, degrading, praise, not rlly proof read, kind of buns but oh well. dumbification kinda, i think thats it lmk if not !!

SATORU GOJO; the sugar daddy.

that new bag you eyed for 2 seconds last week? you find it on the dining table with a note that simply writes, ‘enjoy baby!’. your amazon cart? shein cart? bought with fast shipping, no matter how expensive or full it is. those cute pants you keep seeing everyone on tiktok gloating about? bought and on your nightstand.

satoru, loved to spoil his baby in all sorts of shiny jewels and designer, he loved to see the big smile on your face no matter how many times he’s bought you things. when you go out for girls night? he’s sending you with a stack of money, the size and weight of atleast 1000 dollars cash, throwing it down as if it was a mere 20, his only request was to call him if you or your girls needed anything.

but what satoru loved most, was buying you pretty lingerie.

“mmh!- fuck. .” pap, pap, pap. was the only sound that could be heard in your shared bedroom, your body was wrapped in a light blue lace satoru had bought you, the light color matching his eyes beautifully, the panties were pulled to the side, since he claimed he just ‘had to fuck you with it on.’

“fuck baby, you look so gorgeous with this. .” he pants in your ear heavily, he had your legs on his shoulders, ankles to his ears,

“yeah, mmph- you’re taking me so well baby.”

you could barely register his words, the only thing on your mind was how fucking deep he was, you could feel him in your stomach as he hits that spongey spot deep inside over and over.

your jaw seemed to be stuck in a permanent ‘o’ shape, the only thing coming out of your mouth was the pornagraphic moans that you couldn’t seem to hide even if you wanted too.

your body was bouncing with every thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head on a particularly hard thrust.

“yeah, fuck- mhm, you look so fucking pretty, holy shit.” gojo never seemed to shut up during sex, even as he moans inbetween every word. he just felt like he had to let you know how good you look and feel.

the pleasure he was feeling made his body want to roll his head back so bad, but he refused to look away from the fucked out expression on your face.

gojo could also never keep his hands off you, caressing your hips, to your waist, down your arms.. groping and pawing at any skin he could get his greedy hands on.

his mouth was no better, when he wasn’t talking your ear off he’s kissing you sloppily, mostly containing of teeth clashing and tongues colliding more then actual lips touching, or kissing down your neck in a poor attempt to muffle his moans.

“t-toru!” you barely whimper out as more tiny ‘ah, ah, ah!’s leave your lips, he shushes you gently with a sinister grin plastered on his face. “I know baby, I know. you can take it though right?” he whispers moving his head next to your ear, nipping at your skin lightly.

“hmm?” he hums in question, as if you were even able to answer.

“yes!, yes! holy fuck, yes!” you weren’t even quite sure what you were saying yes to at this point, the repeated jabs to your g-spot making you dizzy, you could feel the pleasure slowly become overwhelming.

“mmm,” he hums and speeds up his hips impossibly faster, causing more moans to usher past your lips unexpectedly. he tilts your chin to look at him, making you kiss him as your teeth bump together and your tongue’s tie. “good fucking girl.”

he breathes into your mouth as his eyebrows furrow, he knows you’re just as close as he is.

“g-g’nna cum!” you just barely find the words as you had been fucked utterly senseless. he hums in delight into your mouth before pulling away, kissing and sucking at your neck sloppily,

“cum baby, please.” he begs as he feels you clench around him and chant his name like a mantra.

hearing his name swarm out of your mouth mixed with the way your tightness squeezed around his cock, it sent him over the edge aswell, moaning even louder then you as he buries himself deep in your wetness, letting the ropes of his warm cum spill into you.

SUGURU GETO; the kids you babysits daddy.

It’s probably wrong, the way the same night you tucked his girls into bed after reading them a sweet story, you’re downstairs getting fucked over the kitchen counter.

it was a side gig, an attempt as a broke college student to get some money, eventually you grew to love the two girls you babysat as if they were your own. it also helped that their dad was a fucking smokeshow.

the way you’d run home and tell your girlfriends all about how hot the kids you babysit's dad is, “id call him daddy.” you speak into the phone as you all giggle, in that moment you can also feel your heart drop to your stomach as you hear someone clear their throat from behind you.

“call who daddy sweetheart?” you hear your friends exchange “ooo’s” and laughs through the telephone as you slowly turn around, much to your horror, and see the same man you were just erotically speaking about..

“such a whore baby, is this really the way my children's babysitter should be acting? hm?” he had you in a mean arch, pounding mercilessly into you, the only sound throughout the kitchen being your muffled moans and the squelching beneath you two. you were bent over the kitchen counter, the same one you’ve made the girls food countless time.

it was wrong, you’re sure of that, but its hard to think about that when the only thing on your mind is how fucking deep he was, you swore you could feel him rearranging your guts with each harsh thrust, he knows how to hit that spongey spot deep inside with perfect precision over and over, much better then all those stupid college hook-ups you had.

“s-sugu!, so deep! . . s-shit!” you hear a menacing laugh behind you, mocking you.

realistically, suguru always knew you found him attractive. he could tell by the way your eyes lingered a little to long when you thought he wasn't paying attention, but he always was. he kept a keen eye on you because, frankly, he was also head over fucking heels.

he thought you were the cutest little thing, always showing off in those cute dresses and skirts that hugged your body so tightly, even the days where you wore sweatpants and tracksuits he found himself drooling, still imagining what was underneath.

call him a pervert all you want, especially going for a girl so much younger, so naive. but you were just as much of a pervert. always bending over a little to far in front of him, showing off your cute dainty panties. hugging him a bit to tightly as you left, making sure your boobs pressed riiiight up against him.

which is why he wasted no time bending your little slutty ass over as soon as he could.

“cmon baby, do what you told your friends, yeah?” his head tilts lower, giving open mouth kisses over your neck and down your back, groaning against your skin everytime he feels you clench around his cock.

“mmm-!” you could barely form a coherent thought, hearing the ‘schlick, schlick, shlick’ noises of your messy cunt drooling around him.

“f-fuck! can’t- jesus-!” you stutter out, your eyes crossing as you throw your head back impossibly farther, making suguru reach for your hair and grab it into a sloppy ponytail.

he pulls you by the makeshift pony so your right up next to his own face, “not gonna ask again, little girl.” the husk in his tone, the vile words he’d say, all made you clench tighter and moan louder, biting your bottom lip until it was raw and swollen from trying to contain them.

“s-sorry!” you moan out, the sound of your skin clapping with the wet noises echoing louder throughout the kitchen.

“daddy! fuck fuck- daddy, daddy, daddy!” you can barely contain your screams as he hushes you gently, all with the same sly smirk on his lips that hasn’t left ever since he walked in on your little phone conversation.

“thatsss it,” he groans feeling his own orgasm creeping up. “atta girl, so fucking good.” you felt like you could cum from his words alone, tightening around his shaft once you feel that familiar pleasure consume you.

“c-c’mming!” is all you can manage to get out before it hits you like a fucking train. your legs are shaking, eyes rolled back, uncontainable moans spilling from your lips.

looking at your disheveled state, suguru moans against you burying himself deeeep inside your tummy, what really pushed him over that edge was one more small tight hug from your pussy, causing warm ropes to shoot into you as you squirm, still trying to recover.

“whoopsies, maybe you’ll just have to carry our own kids, hm?”

oh fuck.

KENTO NANAMI; daddy issues daddy.

your relationship with your father was…never great, to say the least, it caused a few problems in your life, sure, but the main one, was the attraction you had in much older men. your friends never understood, i mean, why don’t you want a young guy that can handle you? or a guy your age you can grow old with?

they didnt understand, of course they wouldnt. an older man can throw you around much better then any young guy you’ve been with ever could.

which is why nanami, who you happen to meet at a bar, is practically your dream man ever since the moment you laid eyes on him.

“come here often handsome?” you sit next to him with a seductive smile, leaning your elbow on the bar and resting your cheek on it. he simply turns to look at you, and with an amused huff shakes his head.

“very nice sweetheart,” you can feel your heart swoons at the name. “but im far to old for you.” tch, yeah right.

you aren’t exactly sure how you got where you are now, whether it was the booze, your head being clouded with lust, or maybe both, but your seated in the back of his fancy ass car, with him between your legs.

“you don’t have to do that y’know, if you don’t want too.” you pant looking down at him, I mean afterall no man you’ve ever known has ever really wanted to eat pussy. yet, he still shoots you a perplexed look, shaking his head aggressively.

“I want to,” the words catch you off guard yet make the ache between your thighs even louder. “need to teach you how a real man does it, hm?”

you moan simply at his words and nod your head, throwing your head back as he continues his work kissing along your thighs, humming here and there.

he eventually, comes face to face with your glistening cunt, blowing on it causing your legs to squirm shut, before he quickly grabs ahold of them, now putting your knees allll the way up to your chest, you whine at this before it quickly gets cut off with a real moan once he swipes his tongue through your folds, humming into your wetness.

his tongue swirls around, collecting and swallowing every ounce of your slick as if he was a dehydrated puppy. you’ve never been eaten out with so much . . pleasure? every guy that’s done it before was either terrible at it, completely missing and licking the lips, or just plain hated it anyway.

“mmh- shit. . . feels s’ good.” your head lolls back and more whimpers escape past your lips blissfilly, his lips curl to suckle your sensitive clit, causing you to grab at his hair and whine loudly.

“fuck- so needy baby.” he pants into your soaked hole, mixed with your arousal and his spit. “she’s never been treated right has she? poor thing.” he coos and speaks to it as if it was a real person,

the filthy wet noises emitting from between your thighs only turned you on more, between the constant torture to your clit mixed with his dirty talk? you knew you were a goner soon.

his tongue explored you as much as he could, thrusting the wet muscle into your opening as you needily moan from above him, the grip on his once put together hair, becoming tighter. he sped up, tongue lapping at your essence as he switches between suckling on your clit, to drinking up your dampness.

“s-shit! wait- . . nanami!” the sudden change in pace causes your legs to shake and much louder moans to escape your lips.

unfortunately, everyone that could see the car definitely knew what was going on inside. not only could they hear, but could probably see the car shaking.

your head flew back and your legs attempted to clam together again before a harsh smack! landed against your thigh, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

“keep ‘em open.” the man speaks between your thighs.

“’m close, so f’ckin close-!” the windows were fogged with heat already, nanami slurping at a quickened pace, never failing to reach the most sensitive parts inside of you.

you can feel your climax approaching, the warmth in your belly growing with lust,

“cum.”

was all it took for your legs to shake and your body to writhe and twist above him, he continues to gulp at your creaminess until you ride out your orgasm and have to practically push him off of you.

“wanna see how a real man fucks angel?”

hell yeah you do.

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toji was supposed to b in this but i got lazy