so uh... was it push or pull
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Nanami: Put your tie back on. Gojo will be here any minute.
Yuuji: But it hurts my Yuuji's apple!
Nanami: For the last time, itâs not named after each individual man.
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Men With Big Noses
(help me find the Higuruma artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)
You accidentally let on to Hiromi Higuruma that you find his big nose sexy-- so he shows you exactly what he can do with it.
Warnings: 18+ as always, Higuruma is nearly face-sat to death and would absolutely die a happy man.
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"Why have you poured me another glass of wine?"
"Why not? You've had a long week. I've had a long week. And I don't want to finish the bottle alone, so..." Hiromi pressed the glass into your hand, planting a deliberately sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, slapping him away, "Drink up."
Feigning disgruntlement, you mumbled into your wine as you shot Hiromi a side-eye.
He loped, slim and wiry, to the windows, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully, one hand in his pocket as he stared out over the Tokyo skyline. Your relationship was new, only just into the early stages of physical intimacy, but you caught yourself looking him up and down over the rim of your wineglass.
It was his brain that had attracted you at first. Fiercely intelligent, Hiromi appeared to see straight through you, and adore you anyway. His passion certainly wasn't limited only to his career. He was dry and sharp, but conversely so mellow at points. He kept you guessing, but never about how he felt about you. You had never found a partner so unusually thrilling as him.
But you couldn't deny...there was a certain something about how he looked that made the gears deep in your belly whir, puzzled and magnetic in your attraction towards him. But you couldn't work out what that something was.
You approached him slowly, breathing in the heady fumes of your wine as you appraised him; his eyes, and the way they turned into pools of pitch black when he looked at you? No. His fine-boned hands, so articulate and clever, that you wondered what else they could be clever with? No, not that either. His body, lithe and slim but deceptively strong? You sighed, unable to puzzle it out. You were halfway through your third glass of wine now, feeling loose, warm, intimate--
"I can't work out what it is that you find attractive about me."
You jumped, your remaining wine sloshing as he turned to you, his sloped eyes sparkling with curiosity, inquisitive and dark. You gaped for a moment, your brain short-circuiting as you swore he had read your thoughts, and said the first thing that came to your head--
"Your nose." Hiromi snorted into his wineglass, hand over his eyes now as he shook with mirth. His hand lowered, fingering his big, hooked nose, and he laughed again.
"Be serious," he chastised. Your inhibition had abandoned you, emboldened by the alcohol.
"No, I...I mean it. There's something sort of...sexy about it. Men with big noses."
"Oh?" He approached you slowly, hand still in his pocket, a slow, sloping walk, "All men with big noses? Is that a kink?" Oh, those eyes. Dark and glowing, like little coals in the dark, and looking at you like that, you felt heat rush through you, so scrutinised--
"Or-- or maybe-- just yours I think. A you-specific kink. I wonder what you could do with that nose, other than-- other than--" You flushed, downing the rest of your wine. He was close now, and your skin felt electric. Not breaking eye-contact as he stared into you, he slowly reached out to take your empty glass, draining his own now and placing them both on the table.
Pulling you in with one hand on the small of your back, and the other creeping up the side of your face, he leaned over you. Still teasing you, his big eyes hooded, he ghosted the tip of his nose over the side of your neck, tracing shapes against your pulse point.
You pressed one hand against his chest, the other into his hair as you shivered.
"--other than?" he prompted. He laughed again, rich and bold, "My nose," he scoffed, "Where would you like my nose?" You blushed, mortified, and tried to shove him away for teasing you, but he held on tight, rubbing his nose gently against yours now. He kissed you, leaning you backwards, deep and convicted in his hold on you.
Your head wasn't swooping just with the wine now. Plaiting your fingers behind his neck, you suddenly didn't feel embarrassed to tell him what you wanted. You pulled away from his kiss, and he leaned his forehead against yours, nose to nose, as he stared into your eyes, your gaze shy and averted.
"Between...between my legs, maybe." You regretted it the moment you said it, hands up to slap over your eyes, cupping your red-hot cheeks, and Hiromi still didn't let go of you, his nose and lips pressing soft, tipsy kisses to your decolletage. He whispered to you, only deepening your regret.
"You could sit on my nose, if you like. Undressed, obviously." You felt his hips pressed against you, and felt his cock against you, now half-hard and growing--
You nearly imploded, stammering, "Oh please, no man actually likes that. Face-sitting is just one of those stupid things you joke about. Men don't actually like giving women oral," you scoffed, cynical and embarrassed. Hiromi raised his eyebrows, releasing you now, looking mildly offended.
"Oh dear. Another sceptic. Were your other boyfriends that bad?" You swatted him with a cloth.
"Pretend I never said anything!" You shouted in from the kitchen, "Forget about it! I'm going for a shower. There's more wine on the side if you want it."
You honestly considered drowning yourself in the shower. You'd barely even got past heavy make-out sessions, and you'd just told him you wanted his nose between your legs, you could just die of shame--
Stepping out from the shower and into your bedroom, you squeaked to find Hiromi lying on his back on your bed, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, and as he saw you, he smiled loosely and rubbed one of your pillows over his face.
"What are...what are you doing?"
"Polishing your seat, of course."
You melted against the wall, mortified, gripping your towel in one hand and covering your eyes with the other. You heard slow footsteps creep up behind you, long-fingered hands pulling you against a hard torso, feeling Hiromi's nose rub behind your ear. Despite yourself, your eyes fluttered closed, wanting him.
"I think you'd like it," Hiromi insisted, voice low and convincing, "and I like it when you tell me what you want. It's...bold. Honest. Sexy." You moaned softly as he pressed into you from behind, his cock hard and insistent against your body, and he loosened the front of your towel to snake his clever fingers to your breast, fingers brushing it softly at first before cupping and giving an appreciative squeeze.
"So please sit on my nose. And the rest of my face." You bit your lip...and slowly nodded. You felt warm air huff out of Hiromi's nose behind your ear, "Good girl."
Spinning you round, Hiromi pulled you in for a deep kiss, the wine heavy on both of your tongues as he slipped his against yours, probing, curious. You accepted warmly, your hands tracing down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, your hand slipping flat against his abdomen and trail of dark, wiry hair, and Hiromi shivered, tongue trembling against yours.
He fell back onto the bed, pulling your legs up to straddle his lap, panting and kissing the sides of your throat as you unbuttoned his shirt, your fingers gliding over the taut muscles of his shoulders in appreciation. He nuzzled you, hooked nose rubbing over the shell of your ear, unintentionally bucking his cock up against your unclothed sex as your fingers grazed his nipples in their exploration of his torso.
"I can't wait...I want to taste you," he insisted, breathless, his eyes dipped and flinty as he fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him, but holding you upright by the hips. Suddenly shy, so aware of your body with those smouldering eyes looking up at you, Hiromi sensed your hesitation and grabbed your knees, scooting you up his body so you were straddling his upper chest.
With your legs parted, you felt his breath roll over your folds, now so wet with your arousal, and Hiromi stared up at you, seeming grave in his devoted assessment of your face as he traced his hands up your thighs, two fingers slipping idly between your legs to rub a long stroke from entrance to clit and back again. He sighed, thrilled to feel you plant a hand on his abdomen, grounding yourself as he started to rub smooth circles over your clit.
"You're perfect, and those other guys didn't deserve you," he insisted, slipping his fingers teasingly close to your entrance as you let out a breathy moan, and Hiromi stared at his fingers, scientific in his appreciation of how your arousal was glazed over them.
Raising his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, Hiromi stopped, considering. He placed his wet fingers over your towel instead, gripping your hips.
"No," he puzzled, "I want to taste you straight from the source." You squeaked as he dragged your knees and hips upwards again, your pussy now hovering directly over his face. Hiromi lifted his face, looking at you with a glint in his eyes, "Sit."
You hesitated, and Hiromi pressed his nose up, nuzzling it between your folds and pressing it firmly against your clit, holding your hips tightly as you jolted and gasped, never realising that nose could feel so good on your aching core. Thighs trembling, you lowered your weight until you sat directly on Hiromi's nose, mouth and chin.
Hiromi got to work like a starving man, groaning with desire as he nuzzled his nose and mouth between your puffy folds, his nose rubbing firmly over your clit as his tongue sank as far as it could into your hole, and you cried out, gripping his hair tightly with one fist, and grasping his hand on your hip with another.
As the firm tip of his nose rubbed insistently on your clit, making you burn with pleasure, you involuntarily ground your pussy down onto his face, and mewled when his shaky moan vibrated through you. Hiromi began to move your hips above him, encouraging you to hump his mouth and nose while his tongue alternated between dipping into you, and flicking against your clit as Hiromi sucked it into his mouth.
Your pleasure building, your cries and the hand grasping his hair becoming more and more urgent, Hiromi squeezed his rigid cock through his trousers, determined not to embarrass himself by cumming untouched while you humped his face. But as precum leaked through his trousers, wet on his thigh, Hiromi was drunk with the taste of you, sweet and natural, and he felt his cock throbbing as he neared his release.
Hiromi rocked your hips urgently against his face, his nose creating a constant alternating pressure on your clit, and you felt your belly tighten, pressing yourself down on his nose in a desperate need to cum, babbling his name in sweet praise.
With one last determined nuzzle against your clit, you shook, waves of pressure breaking through your whole lower body and Hiromi moaned, hips bucking against the air as he tasted and smelled you, overwhelmed by the authentic intimacy of the moment, feeling streams of cum soaking his boxers as he came completely untouched.
You moaned, short little mewls as you came down from your high. Gathering yourself, you shifted yourself down onto Hiromi's chest, looking down at him, blushing and concerned. You had never seen a man look so delighted with so much cum on his face. You were baffled, and of a mind to marry this man.
"Any man that actually likes women, sweetheart," Hiromi panted, dazed, "Would happily die like that."
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Love you Hiromi Higuruma, MWAH! đâ
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calling them âbroâ
Ê incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume
Ê cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff
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WARNINGS. yuji itadori x gn!reader, 0.4k words, fluff
NAVI | JJK MASTERLIST | KISS PROMPTS
âyuji.â
âi know, i know. i missed our date again, iâm sorry. i mean- did you see the news? who else was going to stop him?â
âjust come inside before someone sees you,â you glanced out your window before pulling the boy inside.
yuji itadori, the boy who you loved so dearly, wasnât just yuji itadori. he was a high school student, your boyfriend, and, only to your and his knowledge, the newly-fledged hero, spiderman.
ever since he took upon the role of neighborhood superhero, things between the two of you began to grow a bit complicated. since yuji was out saving people and helping others, a lot of your plans together had to be rescheduled or cancelled.
although you were happy he was doing good things for others, he couldnât help but feel a bit frustrated. the date he missed today had already been rescheduled. twice. you waited at the diner for over an hour, hoping that heâd run in late or respond to your messages saying he was on his way, but you received nothing. so without waiting anymore, you went back home.
itâs been 2 hours since youâve gotten home, and without warning, yuji showed up at your loftâs window. you pulled him inside, afraid of what your neighbors would say to your parents. if they knew you were letting some random person in a costume in through the window, youâd never hear the end of it.
âso, did you eat yet?â the boy asked.
you walked towards the kitchen to grab him a glass of water, âi havenât. i got home and saw you on the news. you almost got hurt, yuji.â
when you walked back towards the living room, yuji was hanging upside down by one of his thin strings. a sigh escaped your lips before you ripped his mask off his head. his pink tufts of hair fell, and now you could finally meet his eyes. you took a step closer, standing straight so that you were head-to-head.
âplease promise me youâll be more careful,â you pouted.
the pink-haired boy smiled, âi promise.â
âiâm serious.â
âhey, so am i!â
you moved your head closer to yujiâs, closing your eyes and placing your lips on his. your free hand gently held his cheek as you locked lips. yuji entwined your fingers, squeezing them tight, before you broke away.Â
ânow get down, stand up, and drink this.â
âokay...â
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LEMME TAKE THEM OFF Fâ YA ⊠?
ᄫᥠsynopsis. the outfit you wear that (expectedly) turn the jjk men on.
ᄫᥠtags. satru gojo, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna x reader. fem! anatomy. pet names (love, babe, darling, my life). high key suggestive. illusions to s3x.
ᄫᥠnotes. cl. nanamiâs one is so true, idc. no one can change my mind.đ©đœâđŸ. not proofread.
SATORU GOJO is a freak lol. definitely, when he sees you in your pjâs, shirt tousled and hair askew. he thinks youâve never looked more beautiful. maybe itâs the way you still look gorgeous when youâve just woken up, or maybe itâs the way your pants are hanging low on your waist. so low in fact that if you were to stretch, he would see the plane of your stomach. he canât help it really. as he hugs you from behind, burying his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. you thought he was just clingy in the mornings (not to say he wasnât already) it was only when you could feel the large press of something in your lower back that you realised. âââŠcan you blame me, babe? you looks so adorable in the mornings and your so pretty in that shirt. lemme help take it off for yaâ, eh?ââ
NANAMI KENTO doesnât show that he gets turned on by your outfits defo. he isnât the type to just randomly get hard from seeing you in sweat pants or something, but itâs on special date nights where your all dressed up for him in a black silk dress that he feels himself getting hard in his pants. you notice it too. the large bulge in his suit pants, you laugh. how could you blame him? you looked gorgeous, breathtaking, and attractive, he took all of him to not take you there and then. but nanami was a gentleman so he would only wrap his arms around you, pulling you close enough until you can feel him and heâs whispering into your mouth promises of a great time. âââŠmy love, you look ethereal in that dress. we should do this more often, yes?ââ
TOJI FUSHIGURO probably gets turned on by the most scandalous things ever. defo when he sees you in your bikini for the first time, the fabric clinging to your breasts, attached by a seemingly thin line of fabric, he can feel himself grow large and hard in his swimming shorts. the way the bikini clung to your curves, and the sun shone on just the right places. oh, how he couldnât have cared less if anyone were watching. he wouldâve showed you then and there what became of you if you wore such tempting clothes infront of him. it was no wonder while you were swimming, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you in. your behind colliding with something stiff, large and so familiar. âââŠwhaâs this, babydoll? your lucky were in public. iâll show you later why you shouldnât wear such clothesâŠââ
RYOMEN SUKUNA most likely gets turned on when he sees you in cultural clothing. though the kimono you wore showed nothing of your curves or the gem that sukuna learned to love that lay beneath. he found himself gripping the table he sat at, fingers digging into the material in an attempt to stop himself from pouncing onto you and taking you there. you were his colours, white, black and red. you were practically screaming that you were his. later, when everyones left the meeting, he would grab you and drag you into his lap, his large arms wrapping around you as he peppered your neck in kisses, a promise of what to come. âââŠyouâve done a treacherous thing, woman. learn to hide your claim, next timeâŠââ
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dont ask me how i know this but non powder, ie gel stick deodorant, on the inner thighs does WONDERS for chaffing
Chub Rub
warnings: mdni, suggestive
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You drew in a sharp breath when you peeled your jeans shorts off. The day out with your friends in the city had been great and all but you walked so much your shorts had ridden up, causing your skin to rub raw.
You sat on the corner of your bed, gingerly spreading your legs and reaching for the tub of aloe vera jelly to soothe the sting.
âOh, can I get in on that action?â
You looked up to see your boyfriend leaning in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and a grin across his face.
âWhat? Why?â
âI dunno, you are on the bed with no pants on. Seems like something I should get involved in. - What are you doing?â
You pointed miserably at the chafed areas on your inner thighs. Your boyfriend winced. âOuch, looks painful. So youâre putting some creme on there?â
You nodded and stared when he came over, grabbed the tub out of your hand and knelt down between your legs.
âWell, this seems very familiarâŠâ, he mumbled, earning himself a slap on the shoulder but it did make you laugh.
Carefully, he scooped up some of the goopy green jelly and began applying it. The cooling was instant and you let yourself fall back onto the bed, sighing happily.
Once he (very thoroughly) covered everything, he set a kiss on a non-jellied part of your thigh and joined you on your bed.
âWhat now?â
âNow I have to keep my legs apart until the jelly is gone. - Donât!â, you said immediately when you saw him take a breath to give some kind of inappropriate retort, âItâs too easy.â
He chuckled and drew you in for a kiss.
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Tendou, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Noya, Sugawara, Atsumu, Osamu, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Suna, Yaku, your fave
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my jaw is on the floor...
and likely so is his
hiromi higuruma.
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love f2l where heâs already hopelessly in love with you and pining in a way thatâs so obvious to everyone else but you, but also love the moment in f2l where it clicks that âoh shit⊠i think my friend just turned me on.â even better when one person doesnât realize theyâve turned the other one on and theyâve just gotta live with the memory replaying in their head for a few days. friends keep saying theyâre distracted and they just nod their head like yeah uh sorry⊠was uh⊠sorry what were we talking about? bc these days if itâs not about that moment, zero processing has gone onÂ
megumi and satoru are the worst at coping with this.Â
for megumi, itâs such a 180, a switch has been completely turned on when it happens, that it makes him upset. he canât even tell if heâs angry that it happened in the first place, that he couldnât tell he was attracted to you before, that he canât stop thinking about it now, or that itâs possible that other people could have already had this realization and be thinking of you like this too. every option brings a mean scowl to his face. and itâs embarrassing above all because you were just trying to take off your shoes. when lifting your leg and holding onto to his bicep wasnât enough, you crouch down to struggle with the straps instead. megumi sighsâall he wanted to do was get your drunken ass home in one piece and now youâre crouched down in the middle of the street, and when he looks down to see whatâs taking so long, thatâs when it hits him. you bent down like that, looking up at him and groaning and pulling on his shirt and whining for him to help you does very terrible things to him. and it shouldnât, youâre only calling for him because you lack the hand-eye coordination (and clearly critical thinking because this is the middle of the road and you cannot walk barefoot) right now to undo your shoes, but itâs your blown pupils and pout and the calling for himâyou have to stop whining. and saying his name. immediatelyânot to mention the angle and tilt of your head to look up at him. megumi can barely help himself, much less you, which is why he grumbles, hoists you up by the scruff of your neck so youâre standing up right. you giggle in your haze but megumi just hisses his teeth, tells you âstop looking at me like that,â and before your mind can catch up, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you over his shoulder because looking at your face is not an option right now. and this is for the best for everyoneânow your feet donât hurt, youâve stopped groaning, thereâs no more eye contact, and megumi has the rest of the walk back to your apartment to contemplate what the fuck just happened to himÂ
for satoru, itâs actually partially his fault, because not only is it so far from sexual and yet turns him on anyway, but heâs so annoying that his actions lead to a cascade of other terrible turn-ons that and now itâs a cyclical problem. youâre just borrowing something of his for the convince of itâhis glasses because itâs sunny, or maybe his jacket because itâs cold, something small and innocentâbut it ignites such a strong flame in him that his visceral reaction is to snatch it right back from you, and run away like some school girl. âheyâsatoru what the fuck, come on, you werenât even using it!â you call, but your voice is already an echo at the speed heâs scurried away from you. the flash vision of you in his belongings was terrible, but itâs the memory of it that makes it worse, brings a blush to his face, and leave him shaking his head like a crazy person because what the fuck this is insane. you didnât even do anything so he has no reason to act like this, thereâs no way the slightest insinuation of you thinking of him/his belongings as something to borrow, or hold, or have should make him react this way, but it does. and he hates it. and heâs not normal about it at all, and it takes you confronting him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him back and forth, asking him what the fuck is wrong with him, which is warranted, but worse because that also leaves him red from his face to his check with Awful Realization Numbers 2 and 3: (2) you usually just Deal with him being strange, but right now youâre mad and youâre really hot when youâre mad, and (3) youâre very close to choking him out right now and if you did, he wouldnât stop you
yuuji is the one who has had this effect on more people than he knows, which is hilarious to think about because heâs either completely oblivious, or using his charm to play innocent. and when you have that moment, youâre definitely left stunned. you were just fishing for more snacks for your self-care nightâa tradition that used to between you and nobara, but now includes megumi, and most times yuuji, but tonight, he had plans with todo, which you were grateful for because thereâs no way you could have been around him after what happened. in a hurry to grab his water bottle from the fridge, yuuji doesnât bother you with words to maneuver through the cramped kitchen, just mindlessly puts his hands on your hips, lifts you, pivots, puts you down, grabs his water bottle, puts it on the counter, lifts you again, pivots, and places you right back where you were, flashing you a million-dollar smile, before grabbing his bottle and rushing out to catch the bus. youâre left blinking, body on autopilot as you finally reach for the chips, and zombie-like when you make your way back to the living room where nobaraâs putting a sheet mask on megumi. when youâre finally seated on the couch, you blink for the first time, blurting out to nobody in particular, âis⊠is itadori hot?â and itâs comedic how quick, blasĂ©, and autonomic the in-sync replies from both megumi and nobara are, âyesâ, âunfortunately.â oh. well thatâs reassuring you suppose. you might have been the last to realize it, but at least youâre not alone.Â
if you told yuuta he had the ability to seduce anybody he would probably just laugh awkwardly and think itâs some kind of joke. the great irony is that rooming with him has left you with many instances to confirm that he is attractive, but the defining moment is when you realize just how much yuuta has grown in his year abroad. your apartment is nice and relatively modern, but there are still some tight spaces. usually you and yuuta just giggle while shuffling around each other, but today, you feel like youâve gotten between a rock and another rock because when did yuutaâyour scrawny, awkward, endearing yuutaâgain fifty pounds of muscle? itâs a terrible moment for you to be squished between him and the tiny enclosure of your storage closet and even worse that heâs the one who apologies, and smiles, and carries on reaching for the spare napkins while youâre left with the filthy thoughts about your best friend.Â
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he had to meet up with Mamaguro
I think we all moved on too fast from the fact that Toji is CANONICALLY in heaven
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can't escape me!
# you try breaking up with them, as a joke ofc, but it backfires horribly, based on that trend if yk what i mean ;)
## incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge
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