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toji who falls to his knees when he sees you. actually.

your big and mean grump of a boyfriend worships the ground you walk on. you’re walking around the house with pj shorts on? good luck getting rid of him.

“fuck, baby. i love you so much.” toji’s whole entire face is pushed against your clothed cunt, strong hands holding you in place by your thighs, and he’s breathing in your scent, relishing in what it’s like to be entrapped between your legs.

“you’re a weirdo.” you reply, unbothered and snacking on your blueberries, not expecting him to suddenly drop on the floor like this.

though you’re certainly not complaining.

“can you blame me when my girlfriend is smoking hot?” he teases, gently biting the inside of your thigh.

you let out a giggle but are suddenly interrupted when his nose pushes against your clit through the thin piece of fabric. a soft moan rips from your throat and it only makes toji go even more feral.“fuck it, i’m having you right here.” and with that, he props you up on the kitchen counter and takes off your flimsy shorts so he can properly enjoy his meal.

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*threesome with gojo + sukuna but they keep biting each other while fucking you. why are they always biting each other (they won't stop biting each other)

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“eat the rich!!!!” i say as i pull gojo’s panties to the side

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18+

satoru gojo gets a little too eager to eat you out that sometimes he loses his manners.

okay, all of the time. you don't know what it is about that man but if he has the opportunity (and the space) he will be lowering himself to his knees for you. it doesn't matter where you are or who could hear you, he's a hungry man.

like in the mornings, how you no longer need an alarm clock because your man is a fiend and will be waking you up most mornings with his lips latched to your clit. still underneath the covers so you don't get cold. your orgasm rises with the sun, and satoru gladly grinds himself against the mattress in time with the bucking of your hips up against his face.

like at the breakfast table, as you sip on your morning coffee, satoru is crawling on hands-and-knees under the table so that he can slip between your legs and have his own breakfast. your knee always seems to hit the underside of the table, so he soothes it over with one hand and uses his other to curl his fingers inside of you and bring you to the edge so that you can start your day properly, with a clear mind and whatnot.

or on lunch breaks, because it's now been a whole few hours since he's last gotten a taste of you. he'll gladly drag you off into a quiet room or dark corner so he can kneel at your feet and hike one of your legs over his shoulder. never one to tell his darling what to do, gojo would never encourage you to quieten down, either. whoever hears you, hears you—better that they know you're well taken care of, that's gojo's motto.

like as soon as you get home, and you're hardly a few steps inside before satoru has you bent over the nearest surface so that he can eat it from behind. a good snack is a great way for him to wind down after a long day, and he's sure the orgasm won't hurt your mental load either. plus, you taste good after a long day. call him gross all you want, it won't change his philosophy.

or after he's fucked you dumb in the evenings. you're so overstimulated from the day of pleasure, let alone the way he just fucked you so deep into the mattress that you forgot your own name. you're hardly able to catch your breath before satoru is cleaning up the mess he made... with his tongue. it's only fair that he cleans up after himself: he was raised right, after all.

or even to help you fall asleep some nights, when you're tossing and turning and can't seem to get comfortable enough to drift off in his arms like you usually do. satoru will kiss you goodnight, help you get extra comfy, and then take his position between your thighs because there's nothing his baby deserves more than a good night of rest. and another orgasm on his tongue to bide you over till morning.

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"choso, did you just... cum?" ☆

you don't mean to sound accusatory but you're so caught off-guard that you can't help but ask. your not-yet boyfriend is sat beneath you with his eyes screwed shut and bottom lip still caught between his teeth.

he shakes his head no in such a quick manner that one of his hairties come loose. a rosy pink blushes his nose and cheeks and you can’t quite tell if it’s from embarrassment or the fact that he literally just came in his pants from kissing you.

you weren’t even grinding on him. sure, you were sat in his lap and were more than aware of the hardening bulge beneath you—but you’re so early in this relationship that you’re not even sure you can call him your boyfriend just yet, so you obviously weren’t going to address his boner regardless of how badly you wanted to feel his dick pulse against you.

okay so maybe you were grinding on him a little. chasing just enough friction to remind yourself of all the good things in life, like choso and his abnormally large cock that you hope to one day soon feel so deep it's practically in your stomach.

"i didn't," he lies poorly. "i just... sneezed."

"you didn't sneeze."

"i did, it was a silent one."

"like a silent fart?"

"no! god, just... i need a minute, okay? to clean up."

you sit down a little more firmly against choso's cock, which is still so rock hard that you almost wonder if he didn't actually cum in his pants. you know an orgasm when you see it, though, and the way choso basically moaned like a whore once he got a taste of your lips left nothing to the imagination. he came alright.

"you need to clean up your silent sneeze?" you tease him, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips. "are you lying to me, cho?"

"will you break up with me if i say yes? i'm embarrassed." god he looks gorgeous with this hazy post-orgasm gloss to his eyes. his lips look swollen from your kisses, and you decide you want to keep him like this until he's old and grey and too fucked dumb to ever move.

"can we even break up? are we dating?" you ask, and drag your clothed cunt along the length of his sensitive cock for good measure. "you never asked to be my boyfriend."

choso looks offended. "but- but you just..."

"what, made you cum with a kiss? i've about earned the right to call you my boyfriend, right?"

he nods frantically and, without meaning to, bucks his hips up to meet yours a little better. you can feel all of him now, rock hard against your most sensitive spots even with a few layers of fabric between you. you wonder if lust-induced hypnosis is real and whether or not you're a victim of his wiles.

"it's settled then," you nod. "you want help cleaning up?"

"uhh..." choso hesitates. he didn't think becoming partnered meant sponge baths, though he doesnt think he'd deny you the opportunity, or himself the experience.

"a blowjob, choso. i want to clean you up. with my mouth. this is dirty talk."

choso blinks. "oh," he says. "then yes please."

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MDNI

Cuck Caleb because im being mean to him, with a side of slight ooc.

Okay so imagine Caleb wanting to be in your life in any capacity. He knows he doesnt deserve to be after his death and subsequent return, but he will take whatever role you will let him take. Even if that means watching as another man fucks you while he fists his painfully hard cock. Though it doesn’t help that your new boyfriend is also aware how badly he hurt you.

He’s sat on the floor, watching from the other side of the bed as Zayne fucks you, bent over the bed so Caleb can only see your face and the way Zayne thrusts into you. Watching as your eyes roll back in your head and completely forget he is even there, his hand holding yours tightly as the other strokes himself. The entire time Zayne is staring Caleb down, his gaze is icy. Doesn’t let Caleb touch you much, but will gather some of your combined cum on his fingers and make Caleb clean it. However, he is not afraid to let Caleb touch/taste him, will be the only way Caleb can taste you anyways. “Don’t be rude, Caleb, thank her for letting you watch and clean this mess.” and “Be a good boy and clean her off of me.”

Rafayel is both nice and mean to him. He is nice enough to let Caleb touch you, to grasp at your breasts and suck on them as he fucks you. But will remind Caleb of his place in this dynamic very quickly if his hand wanders too far. Rafayel would have you laying next to Caleb with your legs spread enough that Caleb can watch his length disappear into you, Caleb stroking himself at the same pace as Rafayel. Likes to challenge and tease Caleb to see if he can last long, then laughs when he inevitably fails. Rafayel is the most physical with Caleb, isn’t afraid to mess around with him or shoo his hand away and help Caleb cum. If Caleb cums over Rafayels hand, he’ll let you clean it up for him, smirking as he watches Caleb’s cock turn painfully hard just from watching you lick his hand clean. “Did you cum again? Please, you couldn’t even handle five seconds in her” and “This is really pathetic, we barely even touched you and you’re this hard already?”

Xavier doesn’t let Caleb touch himself or you, because he wants Caleb entire attention on you so he doesn’t forget how good he makes you feel. Has Caleb sit across the room while he has his way with you. Make sure to tell you the sweetest things, while being so mean to Caleb. If Caleb acts up then he might be blindfolded or kicked out of the room entirely, forced to only hear you. Will give Caleb your used panties to use later and will let Caleb film it if he wants. Most likely to forget Caleb is even here, gets so lost in you that barely notices until he hears Caleb groan. “You’re still here?” and “Tell him how good I make you feel.”

I think Sylus would be the nicest of them all. He doesn’t mind sharing you, he knows that you’ll come back to him always. So he’s fine with Caleb eating his cum out of you or making out with you while he fucks you. Hell, wouldn’t mind letting Caleb fuck you every so often, if only to remind you just how good he fills you after. Has you bent over the bed, fucking you from behind as you try your best to suck Caleb off, getting distracted by how good Sylus fucks you that Caleb becomes an after thought. Behind Rafayel, is the next most physical with Caleb, playfully ruffling Caleb hair after he cums too quick or making out with him. Has you engage with Caleb the most, “Ask him if you can cum, baby” and “Tell him how badly you want to suck him off”.

Inspired by this masterpiece by @freakalot

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insisting on sitting under nanami's desk and serving him with your mouth as he gets important papers signed and sealed.

such a hard worked man, kento tries his hardest still to make time for you and your needs, but sometimes deadlines creep up on him and he finds himself stressed and lost for time and touch.

it would take a little convincing for him to let you sit and spend the next however-long between his legs as you cockwarm him with your mouth. but once he's got you under there, the poor thing can't hold himself back: he's fucking into your mouth and trying not to translate his shakiness into his handwriting.

he ends up putting a few blankets and the such down there for you. you find sitting down there between his legs to be a sound pastime, even when you're not seeing to his needs with your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, the quiet times are appreciated too. you like resting your head on his thigh as he works. it's an intimate closeness you wouldn't find elsewhere, not with his schedule being as it is.

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academic rival suguru can't stand the fact that you scored a point higher than him on your test, so he makes sure that you can't stand properly in return. rutting into you from behind, your study materials now strewn all over your desk as you try desperately to grab onto something for purchase. he fucks you mean and nasty, like he wasn't secretly proud to see you doing so well. fingers of one hand wrapped around your neck whilst he uses his other hand to cover your mouth.

"admit that you cheated, there's no way you did better than me."

you couldn't deny it, not with his hand covering your mouth, and your brain turned so mushy from the hard strokes of his cock inside of you. rubbing over your most sensitive spots over and over again like he's trying to slow-torture you. and when you get close to orgasm, you feel almost rewarded with how good you feel.

"did so well, though. knew you could. five points up from last time, huh?" suguru takes his hand from your mouth and trails it down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles as your vision tunnels and you cum hard on his cock. "see what staying home to study instead of going out and letting other guys touch you does?"

"i thought this was a punishment," you're panting, still stretched out by your rivals length. "i half-expected you to edge me."

a kiss to your shoulder. "nope. highest score gets to cum," he says, promptly pulling out of you and denying himself his orgasm. "when i beat you on next weeks test, i'll have you on your knees for so long they bruise."

ah, so he's punishing himself, and rewarding you in the process.

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caleb is not a cuck! ☆

he swears it. actually, the last thing he ever wants to see is you getting fucked by another man. he'd rather gouge out his own eyes and feed them to the birds.

so that's why you and zayne let him participate just enough to make him think he's not being cucked.

or at least so that he can't complain about it, not with his mouth full of Zayne's fingers. laying on his back beside you, trying desperately to lift his head and watch zayne sink into you over and over, but the doctors fingers are pressed down against calebs tongue and forcing his head back against the mattress.

but caleb is laid so close next to you that every time zayne thrusts his hips forwards, you’re jostled into the poor cuck man. you knock his hand, which is fisting his cock in such desperate strokes that you’d think caleb was the one getting fucked within an inch of his sanity, not you.

and you’re a goddamn mess. legs wrapped around zaynes hips, eyes glossed over as your head lolls to the side so you can watch caleb drool allll over zaynes fingers. speaking technically, he’s inside both of you at the same time.

but zayne’s being mean, as he usually is when caleb shares the bed. he likes his space—he’s territorial, if you will. so, with his cock plunging so deep inside of you that you swear he’s hitting your cervix, zayne bites out a moan.

“who makes you cum like this?” his free hand—the one not smearing caleb’s own spit over his parted lips—reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

“you do. zayne, god.”

“and what would caleb be for thinking otherwise?”

you buck your hips up in response. “wrong.”

and there’s a loud, grunted moan that sounds through the room. not from your or zayne, but from caleb. he looks blissed out, mouth closed around two of zaynes fingers as he thrusts up into his fist and imagines filling you up as he cums ropes all over his hand and stomach. he’ll deny later that the timing wasnt a coincidence—of course he didn’t get off on zaynes words like that. but right now he’s too drunk on everything to deny it when zayne pulls his fingers from his lips and asks:

“are you sure you’re not a cuck?”

you’re sure that one day, zayne will regret his teasing. he’ll find himself locked against a chair with front row seats to his pretty little thing getting fucked deep by caleb. he’ll hate it, and get hard anyways, and ask for more within a week.

but for now, zayne swipes a finger through the sticky white release pooling on caleb’s stomach and (whilst internally denying that he’s doing it for his own visual stimulation) pushes his fingers back into caleb’s mouth.

a cuck has to clean up his own mess, after all.

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𐔌 cockwarming toji after a horror movie scares you ! mdni

𝔀arning. fem!reader, age gap, comfort n sillies except for p in v <3 wc. 1,625 ⟢

you promised your new boyfriend toji you'd be just fine if you guys were to watch a horror movie. a borderline dumb, pig's blood type of slasher would've been just fine, except a psychological found footage horror has piqued your interest. toji claims if you were a cat, curiousity would kill you.

and it does bite you in the ass at three o’clock when you find yourself shifting, having to pee enough for it to wake you up. except . . your silly mind decides to flash images from the movie, hell, your dazed state convinces you that if you're to grab your phone and unlock it, your lockscreen will be from the movie.

your heart quickly begins to palpate and you dare not open your eyes, instead you curl up like the aforementioned kitten toji compared you to. speaking of toji, you've stopped cuddling a couple of hours ago, and as far as you know from the pitch black scenario, you're facing away from one another.

it's fine, it's cool, it's a hot night in the midst of spring and sometimes not glueing to each other is for the best when it comes to comfort. not this time, though.

“toji..?” you mumble.

no response. deep slumber. you hear his soft snorts, you even get petrified when they're delayed after one another.

“toji..” you call out again, voice in a higher pitch, more desperate. you turn to face his back—eyes still shut—and reach out to tap at his chiseled, uncovered back.

you whimper, and like a sleeper agent, toji grunts himself awake, head turning left-n-right, confused.

“mmwhat? what?” he grumbles, chest roaring as he shifts to face you.

he reaches out, and you’re glad he takes the initiative to move closer ‘cause you hold onto his arm for dear life, bringing it to your neck like a scarf. his biceps are adamantine even when he’s not flexing them. his calloused hand, immediately cupping your head, is kind.

“bad dream?” he asks in a suspicious tone with a bit of a told ya so meaning. you hook your hands over his muscles, humming.

“not exactly.” you huff shakily. “i have to pee . .”

toji gnaws at his own saliva, voice hoarse from awakening at dawn. “you panicked ‘cause ya have to pee?”

“no, stupid!” you exclaim, a cartoony wobble in your defensive voice. “i can’t go alone . .”

toji scoffs through his nose, hot breath fanning your face. he attempts taking his arm from you to sit up, but the inevitable force of you not letting go causes him to readjust his movement: he wraps both arms around you, unfolding your curled up state, and easily brings you upwards.

“let’s get you potty-trained, then.”

“you’re horrible.” you mumble, yet as soon as you’re scooped from the messy sheets, you vine your limbs around your boyfriend and bore your nose into his shoulder.

“sure . . shit, your heart’s ‘boutta pop out, sweet thing.”

throughout your trip to the bathroom, toji tells you he wasn’t affected by the horrors at all; he kept in mind that it was all acted out, scripted fiction. in fact, there were probably many bloopers and costume-design mishaps when it came to the part that frightened you the most.

waiting for you to finish, he leans against the counter, scratching his ribs, licking the scar across his lips. you apologise for lying about being fine with the genre and he says he doubts it counts as a lie as he pats your head, placing a lazy kiss in your hair.

when you’re carried back to bed, you intertwine to cuddle.

“you gonna be fine, doll?”

“yeah. you’re . . okay with snuggling, right? i know it’s a bit hot for it.”

“heh. you were not this concerned about clinging ‘ta me when we were just fooling around.”

you sigh, defeated, ear pressed against toji’s chest, listening to his much calmer pulse—trying to synchronise your own heartbeat with it.

“hey, now. you’re scared. i get it. if anyone or anything did come out of the screen to haunt you-”

you nestle impossibly closer at just the idea of that.

“. . which is not happening.” he articulates distinctly. “regardless, i would beat the fuck out of them, even in my sleep.”

you hum in understanding, feeling much more content with his raspy voice talking you out of it. “please stay close all night.”

toji nuzzles your side, trimmed nails soothing your skin. it’s silent for a second.

“wanna make sure i do?”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering in question.

“how? do we wear handcuffs, or?”

toji snorts, humoured, and you smile at the reaction you gain. “no. you’d rip me off the bed with the way you can toss around, sweets. i’m thinkin’ about being inside you.”

oh.

“you mean cockwarming?”

“if it needs a name, sure.”

you give it some thought, seconds pass by, and soon toji’s limbs feel heavier around you, meaning he will fall asleep in a blink if you don’t respond now.

“yes. okay.”

“attagirl.”

the sound of sheets ruffling fills the room as toji leisurely gets rid of his sweatpants and you roll down your panties. “lemme prep you, okay?”

you nod definitively—his massive hands meet your thighs that fit his grip like perfect handles. you hook a leg over his waist so he has more access. he continues palming one thigh of yours, other hand hovering over your chest to meet your nipple under his your tee.

you wince at his touch, buckling your crotch onto his abs. a kiss is placed on your forehead, then between your brows, nose, and you lift your chin when you comprehend that he wants to make out. tasting one another’s sugary lips softly, you claw at his chest dully, heaving delicately.

“can i help you, too?”

toji bites your plush lip slowly before answering, “your reactions are enough to get me going, baby. but if you wanna touch, ‘m all yours, yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree instantly. he finds your eagerness adorable.

as you wander down his torso, fingertips appreciating the way he’s carved, his touch between your lega travels to your core, too. he’s truthful—your little whines and so were enough to get him semi-hard. his large cock curves into your small hold impressively. it makes your breath hitch.

“it doesn’t bite.” he teases.

“it can be mean, though.”

true, his stupidly colossal dick has proved itself to be a menace to your cervix a number of times, but right now, its intentions are not entirely carnal. your comfort device will be oh-so-filling and lovely.

you form a fist around his girth. he lets go of your thigh and brings his index fingers to your mouth, “lick them for me.”

you oblige, pink tongue glossing his digits, even attaching your lips onto them. your teeth graze him as he removes his fingers, you’d keep on sucking if you didn’t know the purpose of getting them wet.

toji brings his hand down to seperate your semi-slick folds, tips lightly pressing against your pearly nub, welcoming it in a circular motion. you pant out in pleasure, fist tightening around his cock as you stimulate him so you have him inside you as soon as possible.

his thumb is pushed against your crotch as he cups your cunt, murmuring in satisfaction at your warmth. “you feel relaxed, little one?”

“yes.”

he moans harshly at the way your thumb crease brushes his mushroom tip. you grind onto him again, and shortly after, your flowing arousal makes a squelching noise below toji’s rubs. it’s all so sensual, you almost wish you didn’t have to end the foreplay.

however, when toji reaches down to take his cock from your clutch, positioning himself between your shorter self, the mere surface of his crown lets you know just how good, how fulfilled you’re about to be.

once in position, he grabs your hips—both of your eyes fixated on the contact happening—to help himself sink, sink, sink into your irreplaceable, gooey hole. he grits his teeth behind ajar lips, and as collected as he is, you’re not with your perfect little 0 shaped mouth.

“biiig stretch, fuck-that’s it.”

(you can tell he’s having a hard time refraining from thrusting into you beyond that.)

“oh…” you exhale, feeling compensated. there’s an itch that penetration scratches, especially when it comes to your boyfriend and his glove-fitting size. not having him move or explore your sweet spot is a bit weird for now, though, and your petal-like walls promptly clamp down on him, your body adjusting to the state of being still.

he hisses, “don’t jinx it.”

your eyes open wide and you beg his pardon, “jinx it?! i can’t loosen it. how about you go more limp?”

he looks you dead in the eye, trying hard to keep focused. he looks so serious to the naked eye, it makes you want to laugh, but that would have you squeezing him tighter, so you bring your hand to your mouth to bite your knuckles, pausing your breath.

toji rolls on his back, flipping you onto his chest as you remain smiling. your pooling wetness guarantees him a ludicrous feeling of warmth, and in return, his rock hardness fills you up deliciously.

you lay your head sideways on his chest, fingers sweetly scraping his side as you’re getting used to the sensation.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

you scoff, relaxing as he gifts you by running his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp. “you’re so handsome, toji.”

he leans down to kiss you, once long, then just a peck for a good night’s sake.

“good night, pretty baby.”

“good night, toji.”

. . .

“shit. we didn’t check under the bed for monsters.” he taunts.

you squeeze.

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cw: reader gets her period, pure fluff, just nanami being a gentleman <3

out of all the jjk men, i think we can all agree that nanami is an absolute dream to have around while you’re on your period!

waking up to an absolute bloody nightmare in nanami’s bed - in the actual sense, his pristine white sheets stained by your blood - sends shame creeping up your neck. you realise it’s completely normal, but you really weren’t expecting a visit from aunt flo so soon! 

your sudden shifts slowly wake nanami up and it doesn’t take him long to see what’s got you in such shock.

“sweetheart..” he’s careful not to sound too patronizing, but also trying his best to comfort you.

“ken, ‘m so sorry. i’ll buy you new ones. like, right now. i’m really sorry-“

you’re hurrying, halfway out of the bed with your legs thrown over the edge as nanami catches your wrist to stop you.

“are you crazy? i don’t care about the sheets. it’s really not a big deal, angel. i promise.”

still too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, you force him to grab your chin softly and lift it up so you can face him.

“i can’t believe you’re embarrassed about this. it’s the most natural thing ever and i wouldn’t be able to get angry with you even if i wanted to.” kento speaks and you’re close to tearing up at just how sincere his voice is. 

“but i’m still really sorry.” you say, voice still small.

“no.” is all kento replies and it’s almost funny how firm he is on not making you feel ashamed at all.

after a moment, nanami gets up from the bed and before you speak to ask where he’s going and start panicking about him suddenly getting disgusted, he’s already walked to your side and scooped you up in his arms.

“c’mon, i’ll help you shower, sweetheart. don’t want you to stay like this.“

“but-“ you try to object again.

“i will spank you if you refuse. and no tv for a week if i hear you trying to apologize again.”

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"toji, you're gross." ☆

your oaf of a lover, toji fushiguro, lays with his weight all-but crushing you into the couch. what was meant to be a relaxed movie night has somehow ended up with your panties pulled to the side, toji's cock reaching inhuman depths inside of you, and your face wet with his spit.

he won't stop fucking licking you.

"hell you mean 'gross?'" toji squishes your cheeks together, forcing your lips to stick out like you wanna kiss him. "you're the one with my cum all on these pretty lips."

okay, so what if you let him cum in your mouth before sticking his dick in you. and so what if you practically made out with the head of his cock after said blowjob? he was a mess and you're oddly addicted to the taste of his release. it's all that good food you've been bulking him up on. that good food is also why he's so fucking heavy on top of you, and why he's got that extra bit of meat on his bones for you to grab onto while he leans down and licks your lips clean. you ignore the way your pussy tightens around him at the act.

"oh god you're like a dog," you try to turn your head, which turns out to be a mistake when toji licks a stripe up your cheek instead. "down boy. git' off."

"mmm, careful," toji nips at your earlobe. "this dog bites."

you roll your eyes, "this dog begs," you correct him. "and drools."

"you wanna put a collar on me or somethin'?" toji laughs when you clench down around him again. "now shut up and let me taste you."

he catches your lips in this awful sloppy kiss that you're ashamed of enjoying. his tongue rolling over your lips and tracing the row of teeth behind, just to push onwards and try to map every crevice of your mouth in the name of explorative innovation. his hips roll forward into you and, not for the first time since your movie started, toji brings you to a leg-shaking orgasm.

he stills his cock inside of you as he follows you through and cums as well, deep inside of you where he insists it belong, before giving you only a second to catch your breath before meeting your gaze in something that makes you pull a face.

"ew, toji, don't you dare—"

"i'm gonna lick you clean," toji grins, pressing his first gentle kiss of the night to the corner of your lips, before pulling out and trailing his tongue down your neck, chest, stomach... "like a good boy."

"i'm gonna start telling your friends you call yourself a good boy in bed."

toji nips at your thigh, and then delves his practiced tongue between your legs to lick you clean of himself.

"go ahead," he says, mewling like a fucking cat at the taste of your releases mixed together. "no one will believe you anyway."

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thinking of van who packs... 18+ only.

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first of all. BUTCH VAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! butch bulge.

van who dresses up in suits when she takes you out for dinner and wears her best packer/strap underneath. not even to fuck in the car after or when you guys get home, but because she loves packing. she fucking loves the bulge and feels good when she looks in the mirror while fixing up in the bathroom, smiling at the imprint of her packer and adjusting it before walking back out to you.

van who prefers actual packers to straps. just something about it gets her going. she was always fascinated by them.

van who always groans and moans and whines when you deepthroat her packer like she can actually feel it. van who tells you she's glad she doesn't have a real cock because she'd be drenching your face in her cum 3 seconds in to you blowing her.

van who loves realistic straps :) honestly, i can see her loving both realistic and those weird ones, like pink monster straps 😭 but she loves one that match her skin color and loves sending you pictures of her stroking her strap in bed. van who gets an ejaculating strap and sends you a video of her playing with her 'cum' on her stomach...

van who is always rubbing her bulge against you in public. van who loves when you grope her in public. van who loves readjusting her packer so it looks like she has a boner after said groping.

frotting with van but using your straps :)

dry humping with van but she's in her boxers, her strap bulge rutting into your clothed ass.

you know what? ball worship with the packer. kissing and sucking the packer's balls while jerking van off, her hips going crazy as she throws her head back and tells you how good you're doing.

van with a clit piercing + strap. gently bobbing your head up and down on her strap, knowing you're hitting her sensitive clit. god. pulling the harness off her and just seeing the amount of slick clinging to it....

[freakalittle]

with the scars you got from the wilderness, you and van make quite a pair, even years later. requested here.

she’s proud to be seen with them when you’re at her side — she is far past being insecure about them when they have become such an intrinsic part of her life and appearance, and she isn’t bothered anymore by the looks she gets in public for them. she values them, even, because she knows you bear scars of a similar ruggedness and they serve again and again as evidence of how closely you are tied.

she thinks it helps you that she has her own scars as well. she can tell when you start to regard your scars as anything less than beautiful, and in a unique way it drives her to be more proud of her own if only to show you that you have nothing to be insecure about. she’ll trace your scars on occasion with the tips of her fingers if you’ll let her, will compare the curves and lines of your scars to constellations and plants and flowers like you’re looking up and deciding that a certain cloud in the sky resembles a lily pad. sometimes you don’t see what she sees, especially when she claims some extreme and outlandishly gorgeous comparison (“that scar there looks like a rose, do you see it?”), but it always lifts your spirits to hear it anyway.

and when she has you under her, which is her favorite thing in the world, she will keep reminding you. she will kiss along your scars and tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman she’s ever laid eyes on, and she’ll bite down a bit into your skin as if attempting to leave her own scar on you to see later. her kisses are in worship, every touch soft and meaningful and careful in a way only she could be capable of after the trauma you both have endured. van has not hardened, she has grown gentle. she has grown to be yours — and you are hers, scars and all.

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[freakalittle]

a/n: almost bikini szn!!! suggestive. also considering plus sized reader but rly for everyone 😙😙.

“ken, i ordered this bikini but i don’t know if i like it. i feel like it looks weird on me,” you’re rambling, walking into kento’s home office, dressed in a swimsuit he’d never seen you in before.

you, on one hand, didn’t like how it looked on you. the bottoms were cut too thin, almost all of your ass was out, and it hugged your hips just a little too tight. the top did very little to support your chest, having no straps—you groaned at the thought of spending more money on a different bikini.

kento, on the other hand, was left speechless when he laid his eyes on you.

oh, holy fuck.

it’s pure black, hugging every inch of your skin. strapless, sleek, sexy. risky. you’re standing there with a little displeased pout on your face, upset, maybe.

“come here, sweetheart,” kento demands, pulling his glasses off his face and setting them down.

you stride over to him, his eyes focused on the subtle sway of your hips, and he’s thinking that the bottoms are probably riding up in the back, too. he spreads his legs, you stand in between them, and his big hands are already on your waist.

“what, ken?” you ask, dropping your head, resting your arms on nanami’s shoulders.

no response.

he’s just grabbing, holding your waist tighter and tighter in his palms, staring at every curve of your body. you’re enticing him, making his mind go to dirty, nasty places—but you aren’t even doing anything.

“ken,” you whine, attempting to pull out of his grasp, but you aren’t going anywhere. he pulls you flush against him, hands now roaming around your backside, giving a harsh squeeze to your ass. “kento nanami!”

“you drive me crazy, darling. absolutely crazy,” he states, still holding you against him as he stands up, towering over you.

and all of a sudden, your legs are weak. in the comfort of your home, kento wastes no time to feel you up more, hands all over your soft skin, you looking up at him with those pretty, pleading eyes that tell him to ‘do something about it.’

good lord.

that bikini won’t even make it to the beach.

[freakalittle]

“satoru gojo if you don’t shut up i am banning you from sex for an entire year.” ☆

satoru frowns against your neck, where he tries hopelessly to stifle his own moans. he’s spooning you in a tangled mess of limbs and bedsheets, almost pathetic in his attempt to restrain himself. he feels like a hormonal teenager all over again.

“you know,” he half-whispers, half-moans into your ear. “i don’t think he’d care all that much if he woke up. i think he’s in love with you actually, i’d probably get to watch nanami kento beg on his knees to join us. ohh i like that idea actually, we should wake him—ah!”

you don’t know how else to quieten him down, so you reach behind you to pinch his side. all it does, really, is make him yelp and drive his cock even deeper into you, which makes you moan in turn.

you and satoru hadn’t had sex in so long, what with missions taking up so much time and the threat of societal collapse being somewhat of a libido-inhibitor. so when your joint mission with nanami ran over, and the higher-ups put you in a shared hotel room, satoru took opportunity as it struck. and you didn’t stop him.

now he’s balls deep inside of you as you lay facing the sculpted back of kento nanami. he’s laying with his back to you, breathing evenly in his sleep—each breath he takes pronounces the muscles of his back beneath the thin grey sleeping shirt he’s wearing. it does more to you than it should.

“you’re so fucking wet,” satoru whispers in your ear as his pace quickens. “what—you like this or something? being fucked five feet from nanami like this? hell, i like it. like showing you off. i'm like... sticking it to the man right now, babe.”

“he’s not even awake,” your eyes roll back as his tip brushes mean against your g-spot. satoru teases you with an open mouthed kiss to your neck, and then nips at the same spot.

"you sure, pretty?" he practically coos. "i think he's fighting for his fucking life right now. he was breathing like a monk until i mentioned him joining us."

you narrow your eyes at the sleeping man on the other bed. he's stilled and silent and obnoxiously toned and you swear you're getting wetter by the second and you also swear gojo can feel it because he's grinning against your shoulder like a fucking lunatic. you're about to brush him off, defend your coworker and friend and tell satoru to hurry up and make you cum so you can sleep when you see it: nanami shifts his hips.

it's so small of a movement that you might have imagined it, but you're too busy imagining how hard he must be to have to readjust like that. what must be going through his mind... listening to the two of you fuck like you're trying to get over something. he's either torturing himself with want right now or drafting up a letter to the higher ups in his head. maybe both.

"he's either awake," satoru reaches down and lifts your leg a little to reach sweet new depths inside of you. "or having the nastiest wet dream of his life."

something churns in your stomach, apprehension if you were a better person, and you part your lips to tell satoru to stop being an ass, but what comes out instead is a breathy moan so desperate it makes both men stiffen.

and nanami exhales. loudly. not in the sleeping man sense, this is choked out and heavy with something you don't dare name.

"oh nanamin," satoru sing-songs. "if you're going to cum in your boxers, come here and do it with a better view."

“satoru—” you hiss, mortified, melting at the same time, “stop—”

divine intervention is the only explanation. you must have some serious karma point stacked up and pocketed for a rainy day because, just as your breath hitches again, kento nanami is sitting up and planting his feet on the floor, eyes set dead on the two of you.

his pyjama pants are tight. when you let your gaze fall from his messy hair to the complete and visible outline of his hard cock, you think your heart stops. this is unseemly, and unprofessional, and everything that could be considered inappropriate. and if kento decides to walk out and complain, you and satoru are fucked, special grade status be damned.

“…you’re both ridiculous,” he says flatly, voice sandpapered. "this is wrong. abhorrent. foul."

he sounds exhausted. morally affronted. except his dick is so hard it must hurt and his eyes haven't once left where satoru's cock disappears inside of you. his gaze is heavy on you like a second set of hands. it's ungodly. you feel blasphemous, like maybe if nanami just looks at you a little longer you'd cum from that alone.

satoru thrusts deeper into you, but speaks to nanami. "you're hard."

"and you're loud." nanami exhales slowly, like he's giving himself a full ten-count to resist the urge to murder or run or maybe both. then he stands, finally meets your eyes, and softens his gaze a little. "you want this?"

your body answers for you, hips rolling back and pushing yourself deeper on satoru's cock. your thigh trembles where gojo holds it up and your voice comes out breathless and wrecked. "yes."

satoru groans, of course, and makes a show of squeezing one of your boobs in his hand. nanami doesn’t even look at him. doesn’t need to. his attention is all on you now, laser-focused and reverent like you’re a fucking sacrament. he reaches for your jaw, guiding your face up until your lips part just from the force of his presence.

“good,” he murmurs. “because i’m going to fuck you, both of you, until i can think straight again—and if i have to hear your voice even once during it, satoru, i will be gagging you."

your heart-eyed boyfriend cums inside of you at the implication alone.

and that is how you end up on your hands and knees in a twin hotel room in the dead hours of the night. kento nanami fucks his cum back inside of you for the second time that night, fingers digging so tightly into the fat of your ass that you don't doubt satoru will be teasings the marks left behind for days to come.

you splay your fingers over your boyfriends thighs, which is the only touch he's been granted since cumming inside of you. you stare up at him, he's got lidded eyes and this desperate look on his face as he watches nanami fuck you from behind, each thrust pushing your face just that little bit closer to his painfully hard cock.

though he can't complain, not with nanami's tie rolled up and stuck between his teeth. he tries, though, guttural moans and half-discernible pleads for more can hardly be heard over the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

you don't know why you never thought of satoru as a cuck. oddly, he's the type. still, that pretty look of desperation on his face is enough to have you squeezing around nanami's fat cock.

"settle down, gojo," nanami chides, squeezing your ass as if your boyfriend could feel it. "you're taking me next."

[freakalittle]

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