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Of Soap and Steam~

Jinshi x reader

NSFW fem!reader x jinshi

warnings; bath seggs tehe, dom-leaning reader, handjob, massage gone steamy, riding, creampie (wrap it before you tap it yall), semi-established relationship, the bath is kinda like what lady Lishu had (raised edges?), idk what else

Note; there is not nearly enough Jinshi content on this app.

Enjoy~

It has been a while since Jinshi has gotten any time to himself, the past week (if not more) has been so hectic that he's barely had a minute to even breathe. And it's only now, after the sun has long since set that he can finally let out a sigh of relief and relax for a while.

And so, he finds himself making his way over to the bathhouse attached to his residence. It doesn't take long for him to get settled, robes discarded as he allows himself to finally relax in the warmth of the water and revel in the silent solitude that he had been denied for the past weeks, letting out a small groan as he tilts his head back against the edge of the bath.

He's so exhausted, everything had seemed to come one after another, leaving little room for anything but work, and in all honesty, he felt almost numb after. Drained and numb, but at least the work was handled...

His thoughts are abruptly interrupted when the door swings open. He turns his head to be met with you, carrying a stack of towels.

"Oh- my bad, I'm not looking-" you swiftly apologise, covering your eyes with a hand "I'll be out in a second master Jinshi, I just forgot to fold the towels earlier and didn't want them out all night."

He lets out a small sigh, shifting slightly as he averts his eyes from you, more out of relief than embarrassment.

"It's fine, you don't have to go... it's not like there's anything you haven't seen before anyway..." he trails off, keeping his back facing you, but you can faintly make out a slight blush on his face as he says that.

You simply hum, walking over to the cabinet and putting away the towels "Well I suppose there's no harm done if I stick around for a while longer..." you reply, making your way over to sit on a stool behind him, placing your hands gently on his shoulders as he relaxes slightly under your touch. "Long week?" you ask softly.

"Very..." he simply sighs, almost melting when your hand slide over his shoulders, thumbs applying light pressure to seemingly the exactly correct places.

"I can imagine..." You speak, voice almost a low purr as you lean in, pressing your lips softly to the side of his face, causing him to shudder slightly, "but you've been handling it rather well..."

"If only... I feel like I've died and been dragged back from hell..." he replies almost bitterly, tilting his head back against you as he lets out a shuddered breath, "it's been nothing but work, then more work... then even more. I'm not sure how much more I can last if it keeps going like this..."

"I'm sure it'll settle down eventually... they'll run out of work eventually..."

Your remark makes him chuckle slightly as he turns his head back slightly to look at you, lips just barely turned upwards in a tired smile, "Maybe... I do hope you're right" his voice comes out soft, gentle as his eyes meet yours.

With another hum, you slide your hands away from his shoulders, moving them to gently hold his face as you lean in closer, "it'll all be well in the end, it always gets better at some point..." you whisper, closing the gap between your lips before he has time to reply.

The action causes him to let out a soft moan, closing his eyes as he revels in the way your lips gently meet with his and remain connected for a few moments. Once you pull away you're met with a slightly flustered looking Jinshi, though the way he lights up doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Do you just always know what to do..?" he trails, eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips as you lean back, shrugging.

"Sometimes, no more often than you do."

He lets out a small huff, turning away from you as he leans against the bath, crossing his arms. If nothing else, then your brief moment of affection had seemingly at the very least breathed some life into him.

"Must you always be like this? I was trying to be... romantic, or something..."

His petulance is short lived however, as he lets out a shudder at the way you slide your hands over his shoulders and down his chest, leaning over him with a chuckle of your own.

"Were you? I'm sorry... seems your romanticism slipped past me..."

He lets out a shuddered sigh, closing his eyes at the way your hands rest against him, "Now you're just teasing..."

"Teasing? Me? Never~" you purr, letting your hands trail over him, smiling at the way his breath hitches and he swallows, addams apple bobbing as he tilts his head back even more, "really though, I'd say it's due time you relax a bit~"

"You're going to help me relax?" He raises a brow, grinning as he looks up at you.

"mhm~ unless you've got complaints about that..."

"No, no complaints here... do as you wish."

His quick response brings a smile to your face, giving you all the confirmation you need to let your hands slip lower down his torso. The way his head instantly shoots forward, eyes widening just a bit as his gaze stays fixed on the way your hands dip into the water forces you to suppress a giggle, and his new position allows you to lean closer to him, chest pressing against the back of his head in the process.

"You'll get your sleeves wet..." he manages to say quietly, suppressing the soft groan that threatens to spill from his lips as he feels a hand wrap around him.

"So? I hardly think the dryness of my sleeves is of any significance at the moment" you hum, one of your hands gently wrapped around him, moving in slow strokes as the other emerges from the water to rest over his knee, allowing you to lean onto it and reach your other hand more easily under the water, "the water's cold, how are you in there so comfortably?"

"My life is hell right now, I don't need to bathe in it too..." he replies half jokingly, chest rising and falling as his breathing becomes heavier, mind focused almost solely on the way your hand moves from base to tip, squeezing slightly when it reaches the head before it moves down once more.

You chuckle at the reply, drawing a moan from him when you flick your wrist, leaning down to press your lips softly to the top of his head, "good?"

"Very, you should join me."

"In the bath?"

"Mhm."

He keeps his replies short in an attempt to remain quiet, though some noises still spill from his lips every time your hand does something particularly bold.

"You can even warm the water up if you'd like, I can deal with it if it's the price it takes to have you here..."

His willingness to accomodate you draws a soft laugh from you and you can't find it in you to deny him. Pulling your hand away and out of the water forces a groan from him, head turning to you as he opens his mouth to say something but promptly closes when he's met with you undoing and discarding your robe.

"It's fine, you'll keep me warm, won't you?" you tease lightheartedly, stepping into the water once you're fully bare, watching as Jinshi averts his eyes with a slightly flushed face.

"I can try..." he replies almost bashfully, cheeks flushing further when he feels you settle yourself in his lap, thighs on either side of him as your hips settle over his thighs. His hands instinctively move to hold onto your hips, and he fails to suppress a shiver as your hands find purchase on his shoulders once more.

You let out a small hum, shifting slightly in his lap, pressing yourself against his length, watching as his breathing stutters and his grip tightens on your hips. The moan he lets out as you begin to grind against him is unmistakable, and he can't help but twitch beneath you, letting out a soft curse as his eyes close and his head tilts back ever so slightly.

"You're so pretty Jinshi... I'm kinda jealous, you're prettier than me~" you purr, and though your words are said teasingly, there is an air of truth to them, and that causes Jinshi to groan.

"Don't say that... you're pretty too"

You shrug, continuing your grinding as another shudder runs through his body, hands sliding over your sides as a way to get his mind off of the persistent ache between his legs. As your grinding becomes more firm, the water in the tub begins to splash slightly, not that either of you seem to notice.

"fuck- it's been so long..." he groans, head tipped back, exposing his neck to you and you promptly take advantage of it, pressing your lips gently to his skin, drawing an almost needy sounding noise from him.

"I know... there's hardly been time lately..." you sigh against his neck, hands trailing down his chest as you do so and he simply lets out a hum in agreement.

"too long... I missed you"

You smile, pulling away from his neck to lean in, "and I missed you." your voice is no more than a whisper as you bring your lips to his, earning you a quiet groan from him as his lips swiftly match your movements, softly meeting yours as his hands trail up your back to hold you closer. When you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, he wastes no time, meeting it with his own.

You don't pull away from him as your hand travels down his body again, wrapping around him again as you align him with yourself, tip prodding at your entrance as a gasp escapes his mouth. He breaks the kiss, eyes widened slightly as he catches his breath.

"but- I- we didn't-"

You bring your lips back to his, effectively shutting him up as you slip the head of his cock inside, mumbling quietly against his lips, "it's fine..."

"But it's going to hurt..."

"It'll be fine, your shameless moaning turned me on quite a bit, I'll manage"

Your remark causes his cheeks to flare up again, face feeling incredibly hot as he avoids your gaze shoulders tensing slightly.

"You can't just say that... but I guess if you say so..."

With that you begin to sink down on him, taking him inside inch by inch. The slight burn of the stretch is overridden by the way his brows knit and his eyes close, hands finding their way to your hips as he grips you slightly tighter than he intended. Once you take him fully, you settle down at the base for a few moments to allow yourself to adjust to the intrusion, and to allow Jinshi some time to breathe.

Judging by the way his breathing becomes irregular, and the way he seems to throb inside you, it's pretty obvious that he's quite affected. You let out a small hum, pressing your lips softly and briefly to his, hands holding his face, "I'm gonna move, ok?~" and he gives you a silent nod.

You move your hands down to grip his shoulders for support as you draw your hips up along his length, before sinking them down again, taking him fully once more before repeating the actions. Every time you sink your hips down, his tip pushes against that spot, causing you to bite your lip. Your grip tightens slightly on his shoulders, hips speeding up their movements as a string of groans slips out of him, and the longer this goes on the closer you get to that sweet sweet release you both crave.

"fuck- I'm close..."

"y-yeah, me too..."

It doesn't take long for you to finish, a small groan leaving your lips as you tighten around him, his breath hitching as you continue to ride him. His nails dig into your hips, and not long after you sink your hips down on him one final time as he lets out a loud moan. Your hips press down on him and you feel the way he twitches inside you, hot cum spilling from his tip and filling you up. His thighs twitch under you slightly, grip eventually loosening on you as he comes down from his high, breathing gradually coming back to normal. You remain on top of him as his arms move to wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest as he rests his chin against your shoulder.

"Well, that may have just made my week..."

You let out a small laugh, pressing your lips firmly to the side of his face.

"Glad I could help then~"

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'only friends'

Yuuji x reader

NSFW fem!reader // friend!Yuuji

warnings; a lot of making out, kinda slow-ish, reader is a bit of a hoe and is kinda toxic? (not towards Yuuji), a bit ooc maybe? reader and Yuuji's relationship is complicated (more than friends but not dating kinda situation), kinda romantic surprisingly?, pre-JJT Yuuji, not a lot of dialogue, smut obviously, I think that's all?

Note; I love this trope.

Enjoy~

You were close with Yuuji, very close, friends since middle school who went to the same high school and remained friends even then. You knew practically everything about each other, favourite things, places, hopes, dreams, he knew all your (ex)boyfriends, their favourite things, the shit you did and why things ended. He knew almost everything about you, and you knew almost everything about him.

He was there when you broke up with them, listening to your complaints about how 'none of them were all that anyway' as you'd paint your nails on his bed, hair up messily in a claw clip wearing an oversized shirt you racked from your ex before you left, which he knows was his coz he's seen him wear it before, and that didn't bother him. Afterall, it fit you better anyway, so who cares? Might as well take something out of those train wreck relationships of yours.

He was never really bothered by the way you never seemed to care about your breakups. If it didn't bother you then why should it bother him? If anything he's happy you're not upset! He'd hate to know that some guy upset you, so he was only happy to sit and listen about you casually gossip with him and trash on your exes. Not that it was anything new, since you were best friends it's only natural you'd tell him all the drama live right? So most things weren't new to him.

So as you'd sit and paint weird new patterns on your nails and discuss (read; shit talk) you're previous men to him he'd find it hard to not think about how pretty you looked even when you didn't try to, wondering if any of you asshole exes ever got to see this side of you. And to him you were just so... great. Even when you'd tell him how gaslit your ex into thinking he was overreacting when you'd come home wasted after a party that you lied to him about not attending, and he'd defend you till the day he dies. Afterall, you did nothing wrong, it's not like you were out doing anything at the party, he was there he'd know!

In his eyes you could do no wrong.

When he finally breaks out of his trance, it's from the way you fall back on the bed with a sigh, patting the spot next to you which he promptly takes. You turn to your side, facing him as your eyes flick over his face, barely inches away from his and he calls you pretty, to which you let out a small laugh, shooting him a soft smile.

"Oh Yuuji~ such a flatterer you are"

But he means it, and he means it even more when he sees the way your eyes look through your lashes when your hand comes up to gently hold his jaw and they briefly flick down to his lips before meeting his again, that killer smile of yours never leaving.

He feels the way his heart skips a beat, but thinks nothing of it. It's always been that way, every time you stayed the night eventually the night would come to a peaceful close, a kind of serenity that envelopes the world when the has set long enough ago.

It doesn't bother him at all when after a moment you lean in, softly pressing your lips to his, arm almost instinctively wrapping around your waist to slightly pull you in. He's no stranger to the feeling of your lips against his, the slow, gentle motions coming with a practiced ease that's become second nature to him.

Your hand slides down to his shoulder, fingers gliding over his shirt as your lips continue their soft movements. There is not rush behind your actions, as if you've got all the time in the world for this, and perhaps in a way you do. It's not like there's anyone to stop you.

Your tongue slips along his bottom lip and he meets it with his own, hand moving up to cup the side of his face as he leans over you slightly, not yet quite on top of you. Yours slide down his upper arms and down his torso to slip slightly under his shirt, gliding over his sides.

He takes it as a sign to toss it completely, lifting off of you only long enough to leave him shirtless before his lips are right back on yours and his hands are at your hips, shifting you slightly so you're finally under him and he's slightly pressed onto you, enough for you to feel the bulge in his sweatpants press against you.

He groans softly against your lips when your hands feel him up, fingers moving up his stomach to his chest, to then find their way on the back of his neck, earning you a small shudder, which goes completely unnoticed by Yuuji as his hands shift your thighs slightly more apart to move closer to you, not just because of the growing tension in his pants, but because he wants to be closer to you.

His hands move smoothly up your thighs to grab your ass and you don't even think to stop him, you've known him long enough to know what he's into, and though he'd probably never objectify you so much as to bring you down to just a nice ass to grope, you know he enjoys it by the way he subconsciously shifts against you.

Your hands move down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and discarding it to reveal your upper body and he wastes no time to lean into your neck, lips making sloppy movements against your skin. You hum, hands tangling in his hair and he groans again, this time slightly louder.

"f-fuck..."

And he's right back at it, lips pressed back to your collarbone as one of his hands moves to slip into your shorts, fingers finding your clit and you sigh. He's always been good at this, not because he's naturally great or whatever the guys you've dated seemed to think, but because he listens.

You groan when his fingers enter you, hands tightening in his hair slightly and he moans, breaths turning heavier at the feeling of your wetness.

It doesn't take long until you're slipping off your panties and he's fumbling with the waistband of his pants and boxers, cheeks flushing slightly as he pushes the fabric down and off his thighs.

"god- you're so pretty"

And all you can really do is giggle at how cute he is, even now as his tip brushes your entrance all he can think about is just how amazing you are.

"am I?"

Your purr sends a shiver down his spine, and the way your arms wrap around his neck and you gaze up at him with your lips curved up and a slight smile makes him twitch against you.

"so pretty- fuck- and smart, and talented, and you're nice and-"

He's babbling and it's cute, though some things may not be exactly accurate you let it slide coz it's him and you could never be mad for long.

His tip pushes past your entrance as his hands move to hold onto your waist, fingers gripping it slightly as his composure falters. You let out a hum, pressing your lips to his briefly and he lets out a sigh, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as he returns the gesture, hand coming up to hold the side of your face as he pushes into you.

It's slow, he knows he's not small so he's always extra careful even if you literally tell him it's fine, he'll still be cautious. You like that about him.

You pull away from his lips to look up at him, eyes flicking over his flushed face as he catches his breath, chest heaving and you catch the way his eyes close and his head falls to your shoulder when he bottoms out.

He lets a groan slip, and you can feel him throb inside you as your hand moves over his bare shoulder. He doesn't stay still for long, hips drawing away slightly before pressing back in, revelling in the way your warmth and wetness coats and envelopes him.

You drag your hands down his back and he shudders, letting out a small moan of your name as he feels you tighten slightly around him. You let your head fall back against the pillow with a sigh, closing your eyes at the feeling of him moving inside you.

It's good, really good, and it only gets better when his hand snakes between your bodies and his thumb moves to circle your clit, lips pressing to the side of your jaw.

He hets out a moan when he feels you tighten around him, breath becoming more ragged and movements less precise as he tries to keep it in, but the way your hands grip his hair doesn't make it easy.

"fuck-"

You groan, and that does it for him, he pulls out, dick twitching as ropes of white spill against the skin of your lower stomach. He shifts his gaze away from it with a slight blush, but you don't give him much time to be bashful as you cup his face and press his lips to yours.

He sighs against your mouth and matches your movements, before mumbling a soft promise that he'll make it up to you.

And you smile, knowing that he will.

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Pretty pt. 2

Choso x reader

NSFW fem!hot!reader // choso

pt. 1

warnings; choso is bad at feelings, slightly less clueless choso, handjob, reader is hot, kinda long-ish but mostly just smut.

Note; might make this into a series? possibly

Enjoy~

It has been about a week since your 'experience' with Choso, if you could even call it that considering that it didn't last very long and wasn't that eventful.

For you at least, for Choso it was very eventful, though I digress. Ever since then it almost seems as if you've made it your life mission to get even closer to him, not even bothering to try to hide your attraction anymore, openly hitting on him, even in public which you didn't really do before.

Well, to him it seems like it, though in reality he just started noticing more and being able to actually understand what you were trying to get out of your comments.

Which was to apparently fluster him, most of the time, which you happened to be very good at.

It almost starts to annoy him, not because he doesn't like the attention, he really likes the attention, but because often your comments and actions would cause certain reactions from his body that made it kinda awkward to do or think of anything other than that.

It seems that now that you've gotten more comfortable around him, it's not rare for you to get more touchy too. Nothing extreme of course, just casual light touches here and there, but even they seem to drive Choso absolutely insane and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Take for example right now, after a mission (that he obviously accompanied you on), you're celebrating with the other sorcerers as usual except this time as you're sat beside him on the other side of the table from them, your hand was casually resting on his thigh as you spoke. Nothing extreme, it wasn't even close to anything, having been positioned lower on his thigh more towards his knee, but god he wished it was elsewhere.

Despite how minimal the touch seemed to be, it mixed with the way you were smiling (and laughing, which was a whole other issue), and wow just like that his hard on is pressing up against the fabric of his pants and he has no way of fixing it in the moment, so he's left to just sit and endure the torture of hearing you're voice while you sit so close to him, literally touching him.

Naturally, it doesn't take long for him to get a bit squirmy. It starts with some mild shifting, trying to find a more comfortable position to at least relieve some tension, which he finds completely pointless because no matter what position he shifts into he can still feel it, and that is what bothers him the most. It doesn't matter if he feels it less in some positions, it's still there so what's the point?

So he gives up and just sits there, enduring the way heat shoots downwards every time your voice goes even remotely close to the tone it had when you spoke to him that one time, and the way he feels it twitch when you meet his gaze and ask if he's ok, getting what could be mistaken as a calm 'mhm' if not for the way his whole body seemed to be so tense (which only you had the honour of seeing because only you were close enough to him to notice), and the way he seemed a bit flushed despite not drinking anything with alcohol, which, once again only you noticed because only you cared enough about him to notice what he was drinking.

So you took that as your cue to wrap things up, telling the group they did a good job in the mission and that it was nice catching up, but it's getting late and you should probably head off. When you turn to Choso and nudge him to get up, you're acutely aware of the way his adams apple bobs as he swallows before shifting up and leading the both of you out of the venue as you wave everyone goodbye.

It doesn't take long for Choso to realise that all that torture he endured at the restaurant was all worth it if it meant you'd be all over him when the two of you got home. How could he even think of being annoyed when you're on his lap, in his bed, lips pressing to his in sloppy movements, tongue sliding against his and sending sparks through him. He was anything but annoyed, his heartbeat speeding up slightly and he found himself increasingly grateful that you were nice enough to not start this in the hallway otherwise he was sure his legs would've failed him.

He's so lost in you, hands gripping your waist and keeping you close to him as his lips move against yours in an attempt to mimic their movements, occasionally letting out soft noises that he fails to hide. Not that it bothers him when he does begin to get a bit more vocal, it's not like he's been conditioned by society to think he should be quiet or whatever bullshit most guys seem to believe, which is all the better for you since his voice is just so hot.

The small groans he makes against your lips only seem to encourage you to continue, sliding your hands over his shoulders and down his clothed chest, earning you a small shudder from him.

After a few more moments you pull away from his lips, gaze flicking over his face to take in the way your lipgloss is smeared over his lips, giving them a slightly sticky appearance, and the way his eyes dart over your face in return, flicking down to your lips every now and then as he catches his breath.

All it took was some making out, and he was already such a mess, which excites you to no end.

Moving your arms to wrap loosely around his neck as you lean onto him, chests pressed together and lips just barely hovering over his as you look at him. So close to him, yet not close enough. You make sure not to press against him just yet, choosing to instead keep some distance between your hips.

"Choso~" your voice is a low purr, sending another barely noticeable shudder down his body "you're so easily riled up, how have you even survived so long?"

"I- I've never-"

You don't let him finish, pressing your lips against his again and he whines, closing his eyes as his brows furrow slightly, fingers tightening their grip on your waist.

Of course, you knew that you were the reason for all of this. You've seen how he is around other people, it's clear that it's not women he's after, it's you.

And that makes it just feel so much better for you.

When you pull away once again, he follows your lips, clearly not wanting to stop just yet but you've got different plans.

"Choso, sweetie, want me to make it better again?"

His eyes widen slightly and he has to force himself to swallow so that his throat doesn't go completely dry.

"like last time..?"

You hum, shifting back slightly to rest your ass against your ankle.

"hm... not quite, I was thinking something a bit... different this time"

"different?"

"mhm~" you purr, sliding your hands down his torso "y'know, like with my hand"

"ok"

You open your mouth to say something but he quickly cuts you off, having noticed the way your brows rose slightly, as if surprised by his lack of hesitation.

"I mean- anything you do feels good, so I don't see why your hand would be any different..."

He trails off, looking off to the side slightly bashfully, yet you don't fail to notice how his hips slightly shift in an attempt to get some friction, even if it's just from the fabric of his pants.

You almost feel a bit bad, he's so obviously worked up, and he's been like this for a while, but he doesn't know what exactly to ask for. You'd wager that he's not even sure what you mean by 'using your hand', he's probably just going along blindly trusting that you know what your doing, which lucky for him, you very much do.

You smile slightly, leaning in to press your lips to the edge of his jaw, revelling in the way he draws in a breath at the action, hands gripping the fabric of your top ever so slightly tighter.

"I'll take care of you"

The way you say it makes him almost melt on the spot, the warmth in his body spreading into his chest from the way you're being so sweet to him, almost overpowering the throbbing going on between his legs.

You notice the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly, and that gives you the confirmation you need, carefully moving your hand downwards to rub gently over the outline of the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants.

Choso lets out a slightly strangled gasp, throwing his head back against the headboard, clearly in a whole other headspace at the moment, and you continue tracing him through his pants, fingers wrapping around as much as they can with the fabric in the way. Sure you've felt him before, but that was with your ass, now you actually get to feel him out almost properly, which is exciting for some reason.

Noticing the way his breathing gets a bit heavier, you decide that he's endured enough of your teasing.

"mind getting your pants off for me?" you lift your other hand up to the side of his face, tilting it slightly so that he faces you, "and boxers too"

His eyes shoot open and before he can even register it he's fumbling to get his clothes down, thumbs hooking under both waistbands to shift them midway down his thighs.

Noticing the way his erection springs free and stands up makes his face heat up, and the way it's already dripping slightly doesn't seem to help.

You choose not to give him the time to get too embarrassed or nervous about his reaction, moving your hand to wrap around the base and giving him a few small strokes, avoiding getting too close to the tip.

Choso let's out a whine, dick twitching slightly in your hand as his hands move to hold him up against the bed, breathing speeding up the longer your hand remains around him.

"all good?"

He answers with a small 'mhm' before swallowing thickly and letting out a shuddered breath. You take it as a go ahead, moving your hand up his length, thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the slickness over your fingers and allowing them to glide over him better, beginning to properly stroke him base to tip, flicking your wrist around the head.

Choso's whines and whimpers mix with the occasional moans, getting slightly louder as you continue your movements, hand seemingly working magic on him. He's never felt this before, even when you were on his lap it didn't feel nearly as good, this was just so much more intense than anything he's ever experienced, and it overwhelmed him slightly.

He did not want this to stop.

And neither did you.

His voice was making you never want to stop. The way his breathing would hitch and he would let out strangled groans every time you'd bring focus back to the tip, swiping your palm over it in circular motions making him feel like he would burst right then and there.

It's when he lets out a breathless plea of your name that something in you snaps, hand tightening slightly around him and giving him a particularly harsh jerk that makes it impossible for him not to finish, ropes of white shooting over your hand as his head is thrown back hard enough against the headboard to make a thump, which goes completely unnoticed by the both of you.

Something about the way he said your name made you want to keep doing this, even if just to hear him say it again. You're brought out of your trance when he finally speaks up.

"sorry- about... that"

You blink at him in confusion for a moment before looking down at your hand, noticing what he meant.

"oh, don't worry about it, I don't mind"

You hum, shifting up to reach over to grab some tissues, wiping your hands and passing him a few to clean up his softening dick, noticing the way his cheeks redden slightly as he mumbles a small 'thanks'.

"and no need to be so awkward about it" you lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek, before getting off the bed to go toss the tissues, though not getting far as his hand finds your wrist, keeping you from walking away.

"no- I- don't leave-"

His panicked expression sends a pang through your heart, and you let yourself shift back down onto the edge of the bed, leaning in to gently press your lips to his.

"I'm not, I'll be back in a second"

He pauses, sighing before letting go of your hand, giving you the chance to pick up all the tissues and hurry out to go toss them out and wash your hands before coming right back and into his bed once more, where you spent the rest of the night

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Request Rules!

Status of writing requests; open!

As mentioned on my masterlist, on only write female reader (sorry)

Only character x reader

I only do dom-leaning reader or no sub/dom dynamics at all (definitely no dom!character)

I do not write hardcore kink/fetish content

This is mostly an NSFW blog, so smut is fine

No A/B/O, animal hybrid au

I'll probably add more if I think of it

I do not guarantee that I will write something, and some requests may take longer than others, but I'll try and get to as many as I can.

When requesting, please be specific about the scenarios and the format you'd like it in (if applicable), as well as if you want the reader to have a specific personality (I will try to stick to it, however if for whatever reason I am not entirely confident in writing it, I may change it up slightly).

(edit; please request through messages!!)

I will do;

fics

headcanons

possibly thirsts/drabbles

If you are unsure whether your request abides by the rules, send it in anyway, but I might not reply to it.

What I write for;

JJK

Megumi

Yuuji

Gojo

Sukuna

Mahito

Yuuta

Toji

Choso

MORE WILL BE ADDED WHEN I HAVE TIME!!

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Choso x reader

NSFW fem!hot!reader // choso

pt. 2

warnings; dry humping, choso is bad at feelings, slightly clueless choso, dub-con? (everything is consensual, but choso doesn't completely understand everything), reader is hot, kinda long, premature ejaculation.

Note; it's been a while since I wrote this, and I've uploaded this once already, however I got restricted by the tumblr's anti-spam system:/

Enjoy!

It surprised you that you were not part of the incident in Shibuya, seeing as you were a special grade sorcerer, you'd have assumed they'd want to tag you along somehow.

They did not, and you ended up being one of the last to learn about Gojo's imprisonment. It came as a surprise, and a part of you almost started to worry about what was going on in Tokyo, so naturally you found yourself offering to help out, even going as far as to move back to help with Jujutsu high.

What you didn't expect, is for the higher ups to dump an ex-curse user on you with no explanation besides 'make sure he doesn't relapse or something'.

It baffled you how unprepared they were, but you weren't one to complain. Not when your new half-human half-curse roommate was so... cute?

When you were told to keep an eye on him, you weren't expecting this to be what you'd be dealing with. You'd expected some super scary, weird curse thing, but Choso was surprisingly chill.

Socially inept, sure, he definitely wasn't used to living in human society, and definitely the quiet type, but he was easy to get along with and for the most part followed along with what you did.

If anything he seemed lost. You didn't really question why he split from his curse friends, but it was pretty obvious that whatever it was must've been intense enough that he's willing to go along with all of this.

You chose not to dwell on it too much, instead shrugging at the fact you now have an indefinite companion and moving on to live life as you normally would. The higher ups didn't really inform you what they wanted you to do with him, and seeing as you had no new missions assigned to you, you found yourself left with quite a large amount of free time.

Which you chose to spend getting acquired with Tokyo once again, having been away for a while, you had somewhat forgotten how it was. How did you choose to do this? Shopping, bar hopping, markets, social events, that kinda thing.

Basically all the things you used to do back when you used to live there.

And who was your designated victim of these adventures? Your new friend of course!

You found it endlessly entertaining to drag him around and introduce him to things he's never experienced before, which he (surprisingly) seemed to find tolerable.

He never really argued with you. Want to go shopping? Ok. Let's go hit the club? Alright.

In a way, he almost found himself enjoying doing those things with you. It was certainly better than being completely alone, though there were still things he didn't understand.

Why did you need new things so often? The old ones hadn't broken, and the new black dress you got looks awfully similar to the one you wore last week. Why do you need new shoes? He could've sworn he's seen those exact heels in your apartment.

Clubs confuse him even more. Why would you want to surround yourself with drunk people and loud music? He can't even hear what you're saying, but it feels nice when you lean against him like that so he doesn't mind, and you look so good in your black dress, whichever one it is (he can't tell the difference), that he feels his cheeks heat up.

It's an unfamiliar sensation, but he brushes it off as nervousness (is that what it's called?) of being in an unfamiliar environment.

He doesn't really understand why everyone in the club is eyeing him like that, majority of the men at the club giving him weird looks, which he wants to ask you about the meaning of, but he's not sure how, simply ignoring it as he watches you effortlessly down another shot.

He tried one last time, it tasted gross and felt weird in his throat, leading him to question how you were drinking them without even making a face. Are all humans like this?

He doesn't really care enough to investigate, not minding just sitting as you have your fun, trying desperately to not appear rude as you try and tell him something that he literally can't even hear because of the music blasting in the background.

You do look really nice though, and he finds himself staring at you pretty often. Not just at clubs but in general, which you catch most of the time but don't bring attention to, finding it cute.

He doesn't even notice he does this, or understand why he shouldn't do it anyway. You're pretty, why shouldn't he look?

When you finally get a mission assigned, he tags along as your partner. There is another group on your mission, two of the guys give him strange looks (similar to the ones he got at the bar), and he tries to search for any form of explanation inside his mind, once again contemplating whether to ask you for an answer. You were good with people, he was sure you'd know.

He was about to ask but you seemed so involved in your discussion with one of the girls, that he decided against it, awkwardly hovering by your side waiting for you to finish, wondering why your laugh makes him feel all weird inside.

Once the mission was over, he wasn't surprised that you dragged him along with you to celebrate with your sorcerer friends.

The gathering itself went pretty normal, but a few things caught his attention. You got complimented a lot, which he hadn't really noticed before, both on your skills and your looks. His expression must've looked strange enough for one of the girls to chime in and say "what, don't tell me you weren't aware that you're partnered with like- the hottest female special grade sorcerer to date!" which earns her a laugh and a small nudge from you.

Choso spends the rest of the night thinking about that.

He'd never really thought of it that way, but now that it was mentioned to him, he couldn't help but agree that you were hot. And that was strange.

He was never really one to ogle women, having never felt the need to before, but now he found his gaze wandering more often. It's not even that anythings changed in his behaviour, he just started noticing it more.

It felt weird.

He didn't like the feeling.

It felt wrong noticing these things. The way dresses hug your waist, and shorts show off your ass, and the way the tank tops you wear around the apartment make your boobs look really good. He feels almost ashamed when he notices, but a part of him doesn't want to look away, urging him to admire you as he feels strange sensations pooling inside him.

He finds himself thinking about you a lot, whether you're around or not. Sometimes he'd think of you at night, not understanding why he felt all hot inside and sleep seemed to escape him on those nights.

As you got closer, he'd find that he liked being around you in general. Enjoying the tingly feeling he got whenever you leaned against him while watching movies on the couch, or the way you'd hold his wrist when guiding him through crowds in whatever route you'd deemed the 'fastest'.

Over time he started to speak more too. Not much more, he was still pretty non-talkative, but he'd talk now instead of simply nodding in reply.

You also found yourself growing to like him more. You thought he was pretty interesting to begin with, not only because of the whole half-curse thing, he just seemed pretty cool.

And he was adorable, can't forget about that.

I mean, what's better than a hot guy who's slightly clueless? It's definitely way better than the men who can't seem to keep it in their pants, wanting to slot it in at the mere sight of a pretty girl showing a bit of cleavage that's for sure.

And the thing is, he didn't even seem to realise he was hot.

Upon getting to know him, he was just as oblivious and awkward as he seemed. It was honestly so cute how he'd blush when he'd realise he was staring, and how he seemed so confused about what it was he was feeling, and how the way he felt seemed to be obvious to everyone but him.

It was clear as day that he liked you. There was no hiding it, though you'd wager he probably didn't even realise what that meant.

But you sure did.

So you'd make it a game, flirting with him constantly, getting more touchy than necessary, just to see how long it would take for him to question it. Except you knew he probably wouldn't.

Why would he? It's not like he can even put a name to what it is he's feeling. And he certainly can't tell what the stiffness in his pants is when you lean on him, hand drawing small objects on one of his thighs as your eyes are fixed on a movie.

He can feel it, he just can't name it.

Once again, he wants to ask you, but in this case it's him who stops himself from doing so. How is he supposed to ask about something like this? Wouldn't you find it weird? What even is this??

His thoughts are disrupted when you look up at him through your lashes, lips slightly glossy from the lipgloss you were wearing that day and the reflection of the light from the screen, hand still resting on his thigh as you ask if you can sit in his lap.

The request is strange to him, but he doesn't deny you, feeling a small pang of excitement when you bring it up.

When you shift into his lap, hips pressing down on his as he suppresses a gasp, back to his chest. He doesn't say anything about you blocking the screen, afterall, is the view of your back not better than a movie he doesn't even understand the plot of?

He remains silent as you make yourself comfortable in his lap, acutely aware of the way the tightness in his pants seems to intensify as you do so, the familiar feeling of heat pooling within him coming making itself present.

Almost on instinct, he spreads his legs slightly, causing your ass to press closer to the bulge in his pants, causing him to let out a small groan.

"you alright Choso? I can get off if you'd like"

Your words are said teasingly, though there is a hint of sincerity in them, you wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable afterall.

"no... it's fine. It just- feels weird"

"weird how?"

He contemplates for a second, hands resting idly on your hips as his thumbs mindlessly draw on the exposed skin above your waistband.

"it's like- all warm. hard to explain, it's just... strange. I've never felt this before" he pauses before adding, "it feels good though, you don't have to move"

You hum, shifting slightly closer to him, hearing the way he swallows behind you, the twitching in his pants not going unnoticed by you.

"are you getting worked up?"

"if that's what this is called"

His response is pretty blunt, not even trying to deny the effect you have on him as he blushes slightly, realising that you probably felt the commotion happening beneath you.

He was about to apologise before you interrupt him, leaning back against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"I can make it feel better if you want"

"please do"

His voice is soft, but it doesn't lack certainty. You honestly were expecting him to be a bit more flustered, but you weren't gonna complain about this.

You let out another hum, beginning to gently grind your hips against his hard on, relishing in the way his breathing stutters and soft noises start to make themself present.

"keep- keep doing that... it feels nice..."

You let out a small laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw, one of your hands moving to run through his slightly messy hair, earning you a small sigh that grows into a moan as you press down on his hips harder.

"ok ok~ I'll keep going~"

You purr, grinding your ass against him through his pants, not at all surprised when you feel him throb beneath you, hands gripping your sides tighter, pressing you against him a bit harder almost instinctively chasing after this very nice new feeling you're gracing him with.

You smile when you hear him hiss, breathing getting heavier as he get's closer.

"feels really- weird-"

He huffs out, head falling to rest on your shoulder, breathing getting more erratic as the rhythmic press of your hips against his becomes more and more insistent.

"good weird?"

"yes."

You nod, pressing your lips to the side of his head as his hips shift slightly under you, breathy moans turning into louder groans as he reaches his high.

It wasn't surprising that he finished pretty fast, seeing as he's never done this before, and you ease him through it. His hands move to wrap around your waist, holding you against him as he catches his breath.

"how was it Choso? better?"

He doesn't answer straight away, but after a few short moments he nods.

"can you... do that again?"

Now that surprises you, but who are you to deny?

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Requests are still open, and I will repost my request rules shortly!!

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HWLP YOU WROTE THAT SO FAST??? TYSM FOR WRITING IT!! It's no trouble at all, I'm glad you wrote it in a way you were more comfortable with and when you get around to making those rules I will definitely read them if I plan to request again! I love the way you write Megumi he's so grumpy and real 😭 I honestly liked dom reader a lot more than I thought I would, that "oh shit - you are??" Had me giggling icl 😭 definitely using that lololol

Once again, thank you so much!!

AAAHHH TY TY TY

I had time so I figured I might as well!! Also haven't written in a few days coz I had nothing to write and the request got me out of it so honestly I'm really happy abt that. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it!!!

Also, do lmk if you want this reply down, coz I wasn't sure if I should reply to this but it felt rude not to? iykwim

The requests page is now up!!

Referencing this post.

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Hihi! I've really enjoyed reading your fics so far and saw your reqs were open! Would you mind writing something for Megumi where Yuji has a massive crush on the reader and doesn't know yet that they're dating Megumi? Maybe the gang is having a sleepover at Yuji's and he's being real giggly and touchy with oblivious reader so Megumi gets pissed and ends up taking them on yuji's bed. Thank you!!

AHHH FIRST REQUEST!!

First off, thank you for requesting, very glad you enjoy my writing!! I am yet to set up an actual 'request rules' page, which I will get to eventually (hopefully). Anyway, love the idea, however I don't really write dom!character, so I hope you'll still enjoy it even if the reader takes slight initiative, thank you!

Also female reader, as I have written on my masterlist.

Jealous? Jealous!

Megumi x Reader

NSFW fem!reader // jealous!megumi

warnings; jealous sex, sex in someone else's bed, reader is a smug little shit, kinda oblivious reader (first half), yuuji likes reader (obviously lol), jealous megs, no dom/sub dynamics, protected sex, I think that's it? everyone is 18+

Note; was so much fun to write!! (to the person who requested this, do let me know how you found it!!)

Enjoy~

Megumi has always kept to himself, never the first to announce anything, and wouldn't often let people in on his personal life.

So it's no surprise that when you two started dating, no one even had a thought pop up in their mind that it was such, all because Megumi was so discreet with his advances.

The same cannot be said about his friend, who was currently making it very obvious that he was straight up flirting with you.

And you.

How can you not notice?? With the way he's sitting so close to you as you show him something on your phone, chin basically resting on your shoulder as he stares down at the way you scroll on your phone, stupid grin plastered on his face.

Megumi finds himself internally seething at your inability to see the blatant advances Yuuji is making on you, and when he has the nerve to start pointing at things on your phone and making small talk, laughing a little more than necessary at your replies, it takes everything in Megumi not to take this outside.

He knows he's being unreasonable, Yuuji has no way of knowing that he's hitting on his friend's grilfriend, and Megumi knows that if he knew he would never even think to try anything with you.

So he chooses to sit there silently, sitting on Yuuji's bed with crossed legs, slouching in on himself slightly with his back against the wall, drilling holes into the two of you.

"you good Megs? You've been awfully... quiet?"

The audacity. The sheer audacity of that question makes him let out a huff he wasn't even aware he was holding in, grumbling a small 'I'm fine' under his breath, glaring at you for the way you don't even bother to look up at him.

Yuuji shoots him a small glance, wondering what's up with his friend, but is quickly distracted by the ringing of his phone in his pocket. Fishing it out, he takes a quick look to see who it was.

"Oh! Nobara must be on the way"

Yuuji get's up, taking the call outside of the room, leaving you and Megumi to have a stare off alone from across the room. Neither of you say anything, but Megumi gives you an annoyed look, which you return because 'the fuck is his problem today?'.

After about a minute of silence, Yuuji hurries back in saying something about Nobara getting mixed up with directions and ending up twenty minutes in the wrong direction, getting a jacket and saying he'll be back in half an hour.

You shoot him a smile, waving him off, which causes Yuuji to blush slightly and Megumi to scowl even harder.

Once the door clicks shut, your eyes flick back to your boyfriend, who sits with his arms crossed, avoiding your gaze with annoyance written all over his face.

You huff at the display, crossing your arms and raising a brow.

"what's up your ass today?"

"dunno, your new boyfriend apparently."

New what?

It takes you a moment, but eventually you get there. So that's what this is about. You let out a small scoff, getting up from your spot on the floor and walk over to where your boyfriend was sat on the bed, dropping down in his lap.

"hey- what are you-"

"Megs are you jealous?"

Now it's his turn to scoff, arms crossed as he leans against the wall, not even deeming it necessary to grace you with a response, as if the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. Of course he's fucking jealous, how could he not be?

"you're awfully pissy when you're jealous, can't say it suits you"

You hum, brushing some of his hair out of his face, noticing the way his hands move to grip your sides, despite his attempts to remain cold.

"he was all over you-"

"he was not-"

"he was"

You huff, crossing your arms and looking down at him as he continues.

"he literally couldn't keep his hands to himself, and he was definitely laughing way too much- what were you even looking at??"

"they were cat videos! y'know, orange cat behaviour?"

He scoffs again, hands gripping your waist a bit tighter as he pulls you closer, moving his head to rest in your chest, sighing as your hands move to play with his hair.

"still not that funny"

He mumbles against you, arms pulling you flush against him as his lips press to the skin of your exposed cleavage.

"uh... Megumi? what are you doing..."

You raise a brow, but do nothing to push him away, simply sitting pressed to his lap, feeling the slight stiffness under you.

"we have half an hour don't we?"

"you wanna fuck in your friend's bed?" you laugh softly, hands threading through his hair, "oh Megs, you freaky~"

"shut up-"

He huffs, shifting under you slightly in an attempt to adjust himself in his pants, hoping the hardness was not too noticeable.

"oh don't bother, I'm well aware this 'situation' with Yuuji got you all hot and bothered"

"it's not that!"

He tries to defend himself, face flushing slightly as he looks up at you trying to escape this embarrassment.

"you sat in my lap, how else am I supposed to react??"

You hum, shifting off him to lean back on the bed, elbows pressing down on the soft mattress.

"yeah yeah, whatever you say babes, you gonna make the most of your... twenty minutes or what?"

He rolls his eyes but makes no protests, crawling over to hover above you, pressing his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, shifting your legs apart slightly to let him press his hips to yours, grinding down slightly to relieve the tension in his pants.

You kiss him back, tongues intertwining as his hands trail over your body, sliding under your shirt to trail over the skin of your stomach.

"I've got condoms in my purse, go get them"

He hums in approval, pulling away slightly to reach over to the desk and rummage through the purse, fishing out a condom before tossing the purse onto the floor, positioning himself back between your thighs as he shifts your shorts and panties to the side, fingers sliding into you as you let out a sigh.

"let's hope he gets lost on the way and doesn't come back"

"Megumi!"

He pouts, fingers moving in and out with practiced ease, hastily prepping you for what's to come.

"what? he shouldn't be getting all up close and personal with you"

You roll your eyes, but choose not to argue with him, simply letting yourself fall onto your back and revel in the feeling of his fingers inside you.

"you can probably put it in now, I was already pretty wet from before so..."

"no need to tell me twice" he replies, tugging his pants and boxers down and ripping the packet, rolling the condom on, "I though jealousy wasn't a good look on me?"

He teases, aligning himself with you and pushing in the tip, biting his lip to suppress any noises threatening to spill out. You were so warm, and he was so worked up, he already knew this wasn't gonna last that long.

Which was good, you were racing against time anway.

"it's not, but you're still hot anyway"

You let out a soft groan, arms moving to thread through his hair again as he pushes himself in fully, letting out a small grunt.

"fuck-"

"close?" you tease with a grin, fighting the urge to giggle as his face drops into a scowl again.

"fuck you"

"oh shit- you are??"

"well- not yet, but I'm getting there-"

You let out a laugh, pulling him in to press his lips to yours, tongue swiping against his in lazy movements. He rolls his hips against yours, earning a small noise of content out of you as you grind back against him, causing him to grip your waist.

It doesn't take too long of this for him to get close, hip movements getting less precise as he lets out a particularly loud groan, for him at least, and his movements come to a halt.

"finished?"

He huffs, face resting in the crook of your neck as your hands run through his hair.

"you good now? fucked it out of me?~"

"would you shut up?-"

There isn't much heat behind his words, and the impact is diminished even further with the way his cheeks flush slightly, brows knitting together as he looks down at you, breathing a bit uneven.

He pulls out, getting himself together, running a hand through his hair and down his face.

"thanks, I think I'm a bit better now"

You hum, wrapping your arms around him and pressing a kiss to his cheek, leaning your head against his shoulder.

You're left to hope that Yuuji doesn't question the presence of a used condom hidden in the trash.

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Nap Time!

Megumi x Reader

fem!reader // bestfriend!megumi

warnings; nothing really? just making out I think. A little suggestive.

Note; honestly not that great, but I'm posting it anyway.

Enjoy~

Naps with Megumi never went as planned.

It always starts simple, your friend mentioning something about being tired from training and that he 'could do with a nap', so you being the great friend that you are, suggest to do just that.

And so, it doesn't take long for you to find yourself in his bed, arms wrapped around him and fingers tracing idle patterns over his back as he relaxes against you, sighing softly and resting his face in your neck.

Your hands rake gently down his back, eliciting another sigh from him as he tightens his hold on you. You let out a hum, hands moving to the exposed sliver of skin where his shirt slightly rises up his back, fingertips tracing over the space on his lower back before moving to slide up his shirt, nails gliding softly over the plane of his back.

He shudders slightly from the coolness of your hands against him, but makes no effort to move away, choosing to instead move his hands to your waist, running gently over your sides.

Taking it as a go-ahead, you shift slightly closer to him, one of your hands moving out of his shirt to run through his hair, the other tracing down his spine as he tenses up slightly, before quickly relaxing back into you with a small groan.

"that feels nice, keep doing it"

You hum in response, nails raking through his hair as he practically melts against you, face pressing closer into your neck as a small shiver runs down his spine.

Moving your other hand from his back to rest on his hip, thumb brushing gently over it as he tightens his grip on you again, lifting his head slightly to look at you, his face barely an inch from yours, and you can't help but remove the gap entirely, pressing your lips to his.

He let's out a small gasp as your lips meet his, but quickly presses back, moving them against yours, tongue darting out to brush along your bottom lip, which you instantly welcome by brushing your own tongue against his.

The kiss starts slow, but quickly becomes more and more heated as Megumi finds himself leaning more onto you, hands moving to hold the back of your head as he deepens the kiss.

After a few moments, you pull away, hands holding his face in your hands as his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, as if unable to make a decision of what he finds more appealing at the moment. He leans in slightly to press your lips together once more, body shifting it's way onto you, prompting you you in return wrap your arms around his neck, lips moving sloppily against his and tongue pressing insistently to his.

He loses it when you wrap your legs around his waist, unable to resist sliding his hand up your shirt to lay his palm out over the fabric of your bra as his hips press against yours.

No, naps with Megumi certainly never went as planned, and rarely, if ever, could they even be considered as naps.

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Know that it ain't real cherry!

Megumi x Reader

NSFW fem!reader // megumi

warnings; blowjob, no dialogue, prettyboy megs, lots of kissing, reader wears lipgloss but flavour and colour isn't specified so up to you to decide that. everyone is 18+ (800~ words)

Note; is it obvious that I was listening to 'Candy' by Doja Cat while writing this?

Enjoy~

Megumi.

Prettyboy Megumi with his pretty lashes and delicately sharp features, features that are arguably almost prettier than yours.

The same Megumi who's grip on your hips right now is almost vice like, pretty hands digging into the flesh under your clothes. His head is thrown back slightly against the chair, soft sighs leaving his mouth as your lips attach themselves to his neck, leaving faint, glossy smudges in their wake.

He can feel the sticky residue remain on his skin even after you lift your lips off and move to another spot, this time wrapping your lips around his adams apple, and as your tongue swipes across his skin once more, he can't help but let out a small groan at the sensation.

It's all so hot. His face, his neck, your skin, your mouth on his neck, you. Everything around him seems to merge into one massive blur of hot sensations.

He sighs as you run your hands down his chest, moving them gently over the dip of his waist, eliciting a small shudder from him. He lowers his head slightly, gaze flicking over your face as he takes in the sight of you, the way you grin at him, the way your gloss is smeared over your lips slightly, it's all so hot that it makes him feel almost shy.

You let out a soft hum, bringing your lips down to his in a kiss that he gladly returns, relishing in the taste of your gloss on his tongue. His hands move up to your back, gripping at your shirt as your tongues press against eachother, neither more dominant than the other, simply coexisting along eachother.

You pull away and his lips follow yours, but the hands you place on his cheeks stop him from closing the gap once more. You gaze over his face, observing the way his eyes meet yours and lips mimic the way yours rest slightly agape.

Tilting his face slightly, you press one final glossy kiss to his jaw before sliding off his lap and positioning yourself in between his legs, hands moving gently over his fabric covered thighs.

His face goes a few shades darker, unable to say anything or break eye contact, he simply watches as you do your thing, lifting his hips slightly when your fingers begin to tug them down, letting you lower them midway down his thighs.

He lets out a soft groan when you press your lips and leave a shiny mark right above the waistband of his boxers, fingers hooking into it and sliding it down to join his pants, eyes fluttering shut as you free him from the confines of the fabric restraints.

It's when your hand wraps around the base that his eyes fly open and he's met with your lips pressing around the tip, that he finally lets out a breathy curse, hand flying to grip your hair.

You smile, swiping your tongue over the leaking tip, collecting the small droplets that gather there in your mouth. Megumi doesn't often make much noise in bed, typically not going further than a few groans and sighs, but you just know when he starts swearing that you're in for a fun night.

Taking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it, you stroke the length that isn't occupied by your mouth with your hand, brushing the flat bit of your tongue over the underside of the head when you feel him throb.

His hand tightens in your hair as he throws his head back again, eyes fluttering shut as his breathing gets heavier. The way your mouth works him is almost too much, and he feels himself falling apart with every stroke of your hand, every swirl of your tongue causing a strangled sound to escape from his mouth.

When you finally take him in fully, he can't help but let out a moan, gripping your hair as he attempts to hold on for a bit longer, but when you hollow out your cheeks and he feels himself press against the back of your throat he swears he sees stars.

You're just so warm and wet, and the way your lips wrap around him and leave glossy marks over the base when you bob your head, it's too much. He tries to warn you but all that comes out is a breathless moan when you lower your head again that he get's pushed over the edge, cum going down your throat as you swallow around him.

He feels so dirty doing this, and his cheeks heat up as he averts his gaze, feeling slightly sorry that you had to deal with that, but when you pull off and move up to press your glossy lips to his and he once again tastes that sweet flavour, he finds the guilt forgotten as he finds himself too lost in the feel of your lips to worry about anything.

You're just so good to him, how could he not get lost in those glossy, artificially flavoured lips of yours?

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Wet cat.

Yuuta x reader

fem!reader // soggy!yuuta

warnings; nothing really? reader teases yuuta and that's about it.

Note; short and sweet, something about soggy men gets me.

Enjoy~

Sitting on his lap in small shorts and a bra, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as your lips hover over his, a smug grin present on your face as you sit motionlessly, ignoring how hard he is under you.

He's just so cute like this, it's hard not to tease him about it.

"You're so soggy Yuuta," you hum, "like a wet cat!"

You purr, lips barely brushing against his as your hand runs over the back of his neck, tangling in his hair gently. You don't miss the way he shivers as your words reach his ears.

"I-I'm not-"

His words are soggy too, sopping wet, unconvincing. Like even he doesn't believe in what he's trying to sell you. Like he can't actually deny the truth in your words.

And he can't.

He never could. Going against you felt impossible because you were just so... assertive compared to him. No, assertive in general. So confident and so sure of yourself, so mean.

You were so good at being mean, at getting what you wanted, and he could do nothing but simply melt under you and let you get your way.

"No? You don't sound so sure~"

He frowns, trying to suppress a small shudder. Your lips are so close to his, he could move less than a millimetre and capture them in a kiss.

But he won't, opting to whine out instead.

"You're teasing me again..."

He's basically sulking at this point, averting his gaze and sticking out his bottom lip slightly, blush spreading over his nose as he practically feels the way you're staring at him with that triumphant grin on your face.

"I am. What are you going to do about it?"

Nothing. The answer is nothing. He won't do anything, he never does anything and you both know it.

So he simply sits there, waiting for you to do as you please with him, hoping that you'll choose to be nice today.

But you were that mean girlfriend, you weren't nice, and he was your wet mop of a boyfriend, going along with everything you say because he simply can't say no when it comes to you.

Going along with everything, and liking it.

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Yuuta x Reader

NSFW fem!reader // yuuta

warnings; awkward yuuta, reader is a bit of a tease, established relationship, no explicit dynamics but reader is dom-leaning, premature ejaculation, handjob through clothes? making out, no actual smut.

Note; not that long, was definitely fun to write.

Enjoy~

Yuuta is easily flustered, that is no secret.

So when you notice from the corner of your eye the faint blush spreading over his cheeks as you rest against him, hands idly playing with the hem of his shirt, you pay it no mind, gaze remaining focused on the movie playing on the screen.

As the movie plays out, you find yourself growing more invested, simultaneously relishing in the peacefulness of this moment with your boyfriend.

Yuuta wishes he could say the same.

His mind is in overdrive, your every movement, every little shift you make sends sensations through him. You're so close, he can feel the weight of your body pressing against him as you remain calmly at his side, watching the movie play out.

He feels like his face is on fire, and he prays that it's not too obvious, acutely aware of the way your hands mess with the hem of his shirt as they rest gently over his thigh.

When your fingers move on to the drawstrings of his sweatpants, that's when he loses it. Eyes widening as they shoot to look down at your hands, casually playing with the strings, dangerously close to a certain problem that may or may not be making itself present in the near future if you don't stop soon.

His eyes shoot from your hands to the top of your head as he fails to let out any sounds, words and sentences having seemingly left his mind without a trace. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, mouth dry as his gaze locks onto your hands, watching as you do your thing.

Do you realise? Is this on purpose? Are you trying to start something??

Thoughts rush through his mind as he feels the situation between his legs stir, the outline becoming slightly more visible through the grey fabric. He notices, and immediately wishes he hadn't.

Now he not only has to worry about you noticing how red he is, but also that he's hard. Great.

He bites his lip, contemplating for a second how likely it was for him to smoothly be able to toss his shirt over it and hope for the best, but the fact that your hands are so close makes that plan fall through. You'd notice the fabric fall over your hands, wouldn't you? Not to mention, to get it over, he'd have to first inch the fabric out from under your hands... yeah no. Not gonna work.

Adjusting also wasn't an option, as that would be even more obvious, leaving him no choice but to accept his fate. He swallows, sinking slightly into the couch as he tries to steady his breathing, which is made incredibly more difficult by the gentle brush of your hands against the now prominent bulge in his pants, sending a shiver down his spine that he somehow manages to suppress.

He's only left to wonder how aware you are of the current situation.

You're aware, you have been for a while now. He's not as good at hiding things as he seems to think he is. With the way his thigh tenses and twitches every now and then, and the way his breaths hitch, it would take a new level of ignorance to not question things.

You don't say anything about it though, but you don't stop either, simply opting to continue messing with the drawstrings, though you can't help yourself and not inch your hand just a little closer.

Call it cruel curiosity, but you want to know how long it'll take before he does something about it.

It doesn't take long of course, he's already so worked up and embarrassed that it was only a matter of time until he stutters out your name, almost a desperate plea.

"Hm?"

You reply calmly, paying no mind to the way he shudders upon hearing it, holding back a smile as you feel a small twitch against your hand.

"uh... you- you're um..."

You turn your head to face him, chin resting on his shoulder. For the first time tonight, you see his face front on. He's blushing like crazy, which you were already aware of, but the expression you're met with can only be described as purely frantic.

His eyes wide, flicking over your face as he tries to find words again. There is no denying he's a mess, and you're the reason.

It takes every inch of self control in you to not grin at the display, and even more self control not to move your hand to straight up palm him.

"Yuuta?"

You keep your voice even, but a hint of mischief comes through anyway, and that tells him all he needed to know. He lets out a shaky breath, bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly in a small pout as he averts his gaze.

"Stop teasing me..."

Hearing his quiet plea makes it impossible to keep up the act, and you finally let out a grin. He may not be able to see it, but he just knew it was there.

You look over the side of his face, leaning up and pressing a peck to his cheek as your hand slides over the smooth fabric of his pants, finally pressing your palm over him directly.

He lets out a strangled groan, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, finally feeling the stimulation he so craved. He feels you shift slightly, but it's not until he feels your boobs press to his upper arm that his eyes fly open and he meets your gaze once more.

You meet him with your lips pressing to his and he lets out another groan, lips moving against yours as he attempts to match your rhythm, moaning into your mouth as he feels your tongue dart out to meet his.

He's always been easy like this, at least when it came to you.

It didn't take much to work him up, and it took even less to get him to fully surrender. Your hand pressing over him more firmly elicits another noise from him which you gladly catch in your mouth, taking his bottom lip between yours as you feel him stir under you.

You toss one leg over his, hips now hovering over his thigh as your hand grips him through the fabric of his pants, the other moving to hold his jaw as your lips press right back to his, giving him no time to even properly react.

Not that he minded, of course.

His lips press right back against yours, matching the movements your tongue makes against his, occasionally letting out muffled noises. His hips press up against your hand slightly, almost instinctively reacting to it.

You pull away slightly, fingers sliding up to hook into the waistband of his pants. Your gaze remains on his, watching as he catches his breath, completely red in the face and mouth slightly agape as he stares back at you.

"Need a hand?"

You grin up at him, the hand from his jaw moves to brush through his hair as he shrinks in on himself slightly, averting his gaze.

"Might... be a bit late for that..."

You blink at him, before letting out a small giggle and throwing your arms against him, pressing your lips to his cheek.

"Oh you're adorable~"

You purr between kisses, and he can't help but smile.

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Hands On~

Satoru Gojo x Reader

NSFW, fem!reader // virgin!gojo

warnings; virginity loss, reader is more experienced and two years older, both are adults (18 and 20), established relationship, no explicit dynamics but reader takes the lead, protection (surprisingly), dry humping, handjob, fingering, sloppy making out, I think that's all?

Note; there's not enough dom-leaning female reader fics, and I personally don't like reading about reader crying to get railed so... here we go. Also first time writing smut:)

Enjoy~

It all started as a simple makeout session on the couch, a few kisses here, a brush of the tongue there, nothing too... explicit.

Of course, as with all things, it didn't take long for things to escalate.

Hands groping you through your shirt as his lips press sloppily to yours, tongue making desperate movements against yours as you lean slightly onto him, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as your hands brush through the soft white strands, gripping every now and then and earning a soft groan from the man.

His hands roam, shamelessly tracing and gripping your curves, sliding under your clothes on occasion to feel your skin. He was never a man known for patience or restraint, and being the strongest, he could afford to do so.

Not that you minded of course, it was kinda cute. Seeing him get all excited to get his hands on your boobs was something you'd often find yourself almost looking forward to. That amongst other things.

It's when his hand slides to grip your thigh that you find yourself wanting to take things a bit further. After all, if he got the chance to get handsy why couldn’t you?

And so without much thought or consideration you find your hands sliding down his torso, lips remain locked on his, hands moving to gently rub over the fabric of his pants. It was a risky move, despite how handsy Satoru was, you haven’t really gotten to doing anything like this yet, even though you definitely weren’t opposed to it, things simply haven’t gone there yet.

Once your hands meet him, he lets out a groan, pulling away just barely, eyes fixed to yours as his hips shift slightly. He’s so pretty. Chest heaving as he catches his breath from the intensity of the kiss, eyes lidded as they gaze at you. After a moment of silently eye fucking each other, he presses his lips right back to yours, hands gripping your hips as he pulls you into his lap, hands roaming over your thighs more insistently.

You take it as a go ahead, shifting your hips to gently grind down on him through his pants. He’s hard, you can feel the outline of it pressing against you, and god you’re excited. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve done something like this, far from it, but there’s something so exciting about it nonetheless. As you press your hips down against him, he lets out soft, drawn out sigh, hands on your hips as his thumbs brush over the waistband of your shorts, which you take as a sign to lift your hips slightly, prompting the man to hook his thumbs into the elastic and slide them down your thighs.

After a moment of awkwardly shifting out of your shorts while avoiding getting off his lap, the fabric is discarded and you’re left in your underwear and a tank top. His eyes rake over your form, taking in the sight as his hands roam the newly exposed flesh. After a moment, the silence is broken.

“Yeah so… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“What?” 

You breathe out a chuckle, slightly confused. What does he mean by that? Is he saying... oh.

OH.

Noticing your confusion, he speaks up.

“What, you think I’m too hot for that or something?”

He grins, leaning back against the couch casually, arms sprawled over the back of it as you remain hovering over his lap.

“I mean, not that I blame you, I am a catch after all, any woman would be very happy to have me if I do say so myself~”

Noticing your brief surprised expression, he straightens up slightly, demeanour unchanging, though a note of seriousness makes itself present in his tone.

“I mean, I’m honoured and all, but yeah, guess it never really got to it”

“Never really got to it?”

You don’t buy it. As much of a cocky bastard he may be, he is really hot, and there’s plenty of women who would look past it. Hell, you'd gladly look past it in this very moment, not that you'd ever admit to this opinion outright of course, so you settle on crossing your arms and settling down over his thighs.

“Is it really that surprising? I mean, it has to be, just look at me, but y’know, you’re kinda like my first girlfriend so…”

“I mean, yeah but… really??”

You almost can’t believe it, and a part of you thinks he’s trying to pull a joke on you, but the look in his eyes makes it apparent that he is, in fact, not bullshitting you.

He notices the way your eyes study him and quickly picks up his usual attitude, masking away and nervousness behind a grin, almost prideful in nature. 

“Heh heh, bet you were expecting a sex god or something~ that’s fine, I am the best at everything after all, can’t blame ya there~” he hum, pausing for less than a second before continuing  “but no, you get a poor, inexperienced virgin~ how very unfortunate for you” 

Despite the situation, he seems to be just as dramatic as ever, almost completely unaffected by his admission. Almost. Despite what he wants you to believe, you can both tell he's a bit nervous.

“Right...” 

“I mean… I still might be a sex god, we don’t technically know yet. I am the honoured one am I not?~”

You raise a brow at him, slightly amused by his carefree attitude. You know he's joking, nobody, not even him, is a ‘sex god’ from the get go and he’s gotta know that too.

“Ok, maybe not, but I mean there’s a first for everything right?”

You let out a hum, grinning as you lean in, arms making their way right back to their rightful place around his neck. Face hovering close, lips barely an inch from his. This causes his throat to almost go dry, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips, face drawing in closer until you speak up.

“Fair enough, there is a first for everything. But I still find it hard to believe you haven't had a drunk hookup or something"

This makes him huff out a breath, though his expression remains amused.

"Are you implying I'm a whore?"

Ah yes, as dramatic as ever. Typical.

"Well, apparently not."

The grin you shoot him can only be described as smug, teasing, which makes him pout slightly, but before he can open his mouth to retort you press your lips to his, taking his bottom lip between yours, tongue brushing gently over the seam of his lips which he gladly opens for you. Gliding your tongue against his, you waste no time shifting closer to him, chest pressing flush against his as your lips make sloppy movements against his.

Now, he may not be as experienced as you had originally thought, but he is not a prude. And he was certainly no stranger to what he liked.

So it's no surprise that his hands travel right down to grope your ass. It's so shameless too. Hands gripping the plush skin with absolutely no remorse, only pushing you further to grip his hair, angling your head to add another angle to the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"I can help you with it"

"h-huh?"

He's out of breath again, even more so now. Panting and shuddering slightly, the kiss having clearly done a number on him. You can't help but grin.

"your virginity, I can help you with it if you'd like"

That's all he needed to completely let go of any semblance of control he may have once had over his reactions, giving into the blush that made itself present on his face. Wether it was the kiss, or the fact that you'd caught him off guard with your bluntness, you were not sure, but what you were met with was absolutely adorable.

"I- uh"

He stutters. He fucking stutters.

You take the opportunity to run a hand through his hair, gently brushing the strands away from his slightly sweaty forehead, eyes locked on his.

"speechless, prettyboy?~"

"Do it."

Your brows raise, slightly surprised by the command.

"I'm sorry?"

"Do it- it's not like I want my virginity or anything"

He's surprisingly calm when he says it, both in the sense that he isn't a stuttering mess anymore and the fact that he's usually never this calm. Unusual...

"yeah? you wanna?"

"mhm"

You shrug, letting out a soft hum and pressing your lips to his for a brief moment.

"alright, if you're down I'm down"

"wait that's all it took?? I could've just asked?"

His eyes widen at the revelation, and you could've sworn his life choices flashed before his eyes.

He could've just... asked?? It was that easy? He could've fucked you ages ago if he had just asked? Fuck.

"I mean, yeah, you could've just asked"

"fuckkkkk"

He groans, throwing his head back onto the couch. Stupid, he was so stupid. Why didn't he think of that??

You let out another giggle, taking the opportunity to press your lips to the column of his throat, moving your lips against his skin. He groans, but makes no efforts to stop you or push you away, prompting you to slide your hands under his shirt to feel up his torso.

"you're so mean to me, why didn't you tell me??"

"what, that I'd have sex with you?"

You hum in between kisses, hands gliding smoothly over his abs as they tense under the tips of your fingers.

"yes! why was I not made aware of that??"

You let out a laugh, pulling away from his neck and tilting your head to the side, looking down at his face. He looks back at you, a pout present on his lips as he watches you try and stifle your giggles.

"don't laugh at me..."

"sorry sorry, I just didn't think you needed an explicit statement seeing how confident you are in yourself. Besides, it's not really something you randomly say in conversation"

He looks away with a soft huff, and you notice the way his shoulders tense up slightly. Cute, he's flustered. Not really something you expected to see from him, but it was more than welcome.

You pay his demonstration no mind and instead gently move to press your lips to his jaw, revelling in the hum that escapes him.

"alright alright, I'm sorry I didn't tell you outright, happy?"

"hmph, fineee I forgive you"

He turns back to you, gaze flicking over your face as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you in slightly so that you press flush against him. He lets out a sigh as your hips press against his, and you're once again met with his raging hard on that presses insistently against the fabric of his pants and now you.

It's cute how he lets out a soft hiss when you shift against him, pressing yourself right against it as you ease into a slow grind. His hands grip at your hips as he moves to occupy his mouth with your lips, almost as if he thinks that'll stop the noises from coming through.

It doesn't, and the more you move against him the louder they become. Groans and moans reverberate into your mouth on occasion and you can't stop the smile that makes itself present on your lips as they move against his.

A part of him wants to be mad at the way you seem to revel in his lack of self control, but you feel so good that he can't seem to care.

You pull away slightly and he chases your lips, and maybe he would've protested if it weren't for the way you bring your hands to grip at the bottom of your tank top and slide it over your head, tossing it aside somewhere.

His eyes land on your boobs, of course they do, where else could they possibly go. He likes your boobs, so when you reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it aside with the rest of the clothes that have been discarded he practically short circuits.

You catch the look on his face and let out a giggle, a hand brushing through his hair.

"what's with the reaction? You've seen 'em before"

"not without a bra!"

That makes you laugh, and maybe he'd scowl if he wasn't too busy groping your now bare chest. His hands cup you, pressing and gripping at them like a man starved, but not hard enough to actually hurt.

You lean back a bit and observe his reactions, finding amusement in how much he's enjoying himself. You move your hands to grab at the bottom of his shirt, silently urging him to pull it off. He instantly obliges, pulling it off faster than you've ever seen him do anything, hands going right back to fumbling with your body, lips moving to press to your neck.

You let him do his thing, after all, who are you to deny him? Your own hands move to glide over his exposed torso causing and small shudder to go through his body. You take note of this but mention nothing, simply letting out a hum and moving your hands to rub over him through the fabric of his pants.

This time you're met with a moan, which is quickly silenced by his lips on your collarbone, tongue darting out to brush over the skin there. One of your hands moves to the back of his neck, gently brushing through his hair as the other continues to feel him up through his pants. Which of those actions earns a shiver from him you aren't sure, though your inclined to say the latter.

"you're awfully silent"

He groans, lips not even bothering to move away from you as he mumbles out a small

"what d'you want me to say?"

You shrug, letting him do his thing. He had a point, you just expected him to be more... talkative.

"you're hot"

"yeah?"

"mhm- fuck- very"

You hum, hand palming him through the fabric with more pressure. Your fingers move to dip into the waistband of his pants.

"let's get these off, yeah?"

"mhm, yeah get em off me"

You waste no time sliding his pants down his thighs and off, gaze being met with the bulge in his boxers. Now with less fabric in the way, you're able to properly feel out the shape, fingers gently brushing over the length of it through the smooth fabric, thumb finding the tip and circling over it. The hiss that escapes him as he fails to muffle it sends a shiver up your spine, fingers dancing teasingly over fabric dampened by the pre oozing from the head.

"f-fuck"

"good?"

He lets out a silent nod, biting his lip to restrain any embarrassing noises threatening to slip, blue eyes following the movements of your hand intensely.

"very"

You let out a pleased hum, lips pressing gently to his and catching them in a heated kiss. His hands grip at your waist as he tries to keep up with your movements while simultaneously trying not to cum from the sheer excitement.

"I'm gonna take these off"

You mumble against his lips, not even sure this could be considered pausing it as his lips continue to move against yours.

"mhm"

His hum of approval urges you to slip your hands into the waistband of his boxers and gently pushing them off, all while your lips remain glued to his. His face heats up slightly as the realisation that he is now completely bare in front of you, and his throat dries up as he watches the way you eye him up, nerves and excitement melding into one.

You smile down at him, observing the way he twitches when your hand wraps around his dick, a drop of pre cum pooling at the tip. He may have been able to remain relatively quiet while you were rubbing him through his clothes, even while you were simply wrapping your hand around him, but when you brush your thumb against his bare tip to collect the bead that formed there he can't help but let out a whimper.

He may be the strongest, but there's only so much even he can take.

"fuck- don't do that-"

"hm? do what? this?"

The grin on your face as you repeat the action almost sends him over right then and there. He moans and you give him a few strokes, stopping when you feel him twitch again, head thrown back on the couch.

"oh"

"yeah, oh-"

His eyes meet yours as you loosen your grip on him, pulling your hand away as he lets out a shaky sigh.

"thanks"

He grits out, breaths levelling slightly as his grip loosens from your waist, moving gently over your sides. You opt to occupy your hands with his hair, gently brushing them through it a your lips press gentle kisses to his jaw.

"I'm good now, you can continue..."

He mumbles out, almost shyly, shifting his legs apart a bit in an attempt to bring you closer. He's so pretty like this, face slightly flushed, blue eyes lidded and a thin sheen of sweat covering his body. He attempts to once again stifle a groan as you press your hips to his, the only thing separating the two of you being the soaked fabric of your lace panties.

You let out a soft groan as the texture of the lace rubs against you, but the noise is nowhere near as impressive as the strangled moan Satoru lets out.

"you good?"

You ask, making sure you weren't overstepping or making him uncomfortable with your grinding, however you'd be a liar if you said that the noise wasn't doing wonders for the lubrication.

"mhm, k-keep doing that-"

He hums out, trying to stay composed as you grind on him, hands travelling to grip your thighs.

"you fingered a girl before, Satoru?"

"nup"

He swallows, knowing where this was going, and god he wanted to.

"wanna try?"

He doesn't even try to speak, nodding as his hand makes it's way to push his fingers past the barrier and right onto you. You're momentarily taken aback by how fast that happened, but you weren't about to complain.

His fingers rub through your wetness, thumb rubbing circles you and you let out a sigh.

"it's a bit higher"

"y-yeah, thanks"

He mumbles, blushing a bit as he follows the instruction, thumb rubbing right over your clit making you groan. He's not bad actually, for someone who's never done this before.

"like that?"

"mhm"

Your hum of approval gives him the go ahead to slip two fingers into you, feeling out the wetness and letting out a soft groan. Something about how wet you were shooting straight to his dick.

"you... might wanna start soon"

He sighs out, words coming in strained. He doesn't need to explain further for you to get what he's trying to say. You nod, relishing in the way his fingers move in you for a moment before they pull out, covered in your wetness.

You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his lips before shifting off his lap and laying your back on the couch, watching him scramble to get between your legs.

The change of positions seems to break him out of the nervousness from prior as not even a second goes by before his lips are pressing eagerly to yours, hips grinding against yours as he pulls the single piece of fabric off you and throws it aside.

You hum into his mouth as his tongue moves against yours, lips pressed to yours in sloppy movements. It's not long before he's aligning himself with your entrance, tip rubbing through the wetness.

You have half the mind to bring your hands to cup his face and separate your lips.

“You’re forgetting something”

His expression drops, replaced with a pout as he huffs, looking away but making no effort to actually move away and do something about it, almost as if he expects you to go back on your words.

“Gojo.”

“I’ll pull out-”

“No.”

He groans, making a show of his displeasure as he moves to pull a condom out of one of his wallet that he fished from the pocket of his pants, fingers tearing the wrapper.

“You’re so mean to me…”

“There is absolutely no way I’m trusting your virgin ass to pull out in time-”

He huffs, but his displeased demeanour disappears the moment he rolls on the latex and aligns himself again, lips pressing to your neck. You hum, shifting your own hips slightly as you relax into the couch, fingers tangling in the strands as he begins to push in.

You het out a soft groan, revelling in the way he slowly fills you out, his own groans reverberating over your skin as his head falls on your shoulder. Bottoming out, he lets out a strangled moan, hands gripping your hips.

After a few moments, you shift your hips slightly and he lets out a hiss, grip tightening on your hips.

"wait- just- give me a moment"

You hum, pressing a kiss to the back of his head as your hands make gentle movements over the back of his neck, nails brushing over the skin sending a shiver down his spine.

It feels nice being so close to him, and seeing him get comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you made your heart race.

And made you undeniably more wet.

You let your hands wander gently over his back, feeling over the muscles as they tense momentarily under your touch and then relax. Satoru seems to melt into you, breathing still heavy but eventually evening out.

After another moment, he moves his lips back to your neck, hips drawing back slightly before pressing back into you in one smooth motion. He seems to have calmed down a bit, seemingly regaining at least some control over himself and his reactions as his hips move against yours.

He has not. In fact, he is surprised every passing moment, thanking whatever gods above for not having cum yet. You're just so wet, and warm, and nice. How has he never done this before? He's sure now that he has experienced this life changing moment he's never going to be the same again.

He groans into your neck, movements getting more and more erratic as he gets closer. It's all happening so fast, why is it all so fast?? His hand never got him close this fast, but to be fair this feels nothing like his hand.

He lets out a final moan, bottoming out as you feel the warmth of his release fill the latex of the condom. His body shuddering slightly on top of you as you feel more of his weight on you.

"fuck"

You hum, running a hand through his hair and wrapping the other arm around him.

"you did good"

"y-yeah?"

He asks, in slight disbelief. You nod, pressing a kiss to the side of his face and he sighs, relaxing against you.

"I'm a changed man now"

You laugh, noticing his typical demeanour returning and tighten your grip around him.

"yeah?"

"mhm, definitely, no escaping me now"

You feel him smile into your neck and can't help but smile too, nails raking gently over his shoulder.

"wasn't planning on it anyway"

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she/her - I only write female reader.

Masterlist~

Jujutsu Kaisen;

G. Satoru -

Hands On~

O. Yuuta -

Oops! I'll do it again-

Wet cat.

F. Megumi -

Know that it ain't real cherry!

Nap time!

I. Yuuji -

'only friends'

K. Choso -

Pretty , pt.2

Apothecary Diaries;

Jinshi -

Of Soap and Steam~

Requests;

Jealous? Jealous! (jealous!megumi x fem!reader)

Request rules.

Requests are open!