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Pussy Drunk Nanami

synopsis: Nanami’s a fuckin’ simp for you. And there’s nothing that turns him on more than your wet tight pussy.

cw: Explicit sexual content (18+), Rough sex, Oral (f. receiving), Pussy-drunk Nanami, Degradation/Praise, Breeding kink/Creampie.

The apartment is quiet when you let yourself in, carrying your small overnight bag from visiting your parents. You’ve been gone three days—three painfully slow, sexless nights away from Kento—and your body aches with how badly you need him.

He’s due home in an hour, and you know exactly how to welcome him. The lingerie he loves is snug against your body. You spritz a little of his favorite perfume of yours on your neck, crawl onto the couch, and wait.

When the lock clicks and he steps inside, his usual tired sigh dies halfway out of his mouth. His tie is loosened, hair slightly mussed from the day, “...You’re joking,” he mutters, voice rough, as his gaze drags over you.

You stretch languidly, legs parting on the couch. “Welcome home, Kento.”

He drops his briefcase. He doesn’t even bother taking his shoes off before he’s on you, hands already tugging at the straps, lips crashing against yours. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls into your mouth, sliding a hand between your thighs, groaning when he finds your panties already soaked through. “Fuck—You missed me that much?”

“Yes,” you whimper, grinding against his fingers.

“Three days,” he mutters, voice dripping with disbelief, “and you’re dripping like this already. Pathetic, sweetheart. Absolutely fucking pathetic.”

The way he says it makes your cunt flutter. You arch into his hand, whimpering louder as he finally slides the lace aside and sinks two thick fingers into you without warning. “Kento—” Your back arches when his thumb brushes your clit, deliberate and slow, cruel in how it builds. “Please, I need—”

He pulls his fingers free, shoves them past your lips, groaning when you suck them clean without hesitation. His composure finally snaps. He’s on his knees in front of the couch in seconds, ripping your panties down your legs and burying his face between your thighs.

He moans into you, desperate, messy, eating you like he’ll never get another chance. He mutters against your slick folds, “Perfect. My perfect girl. I could spend the rest of my life right here—” and then he’s sucking your clit so hard your vision whites out.

Your fingers twist in his blond hair, tugging, guiding, but he’s relentless, groaning every time you grind down against his face. He doesn’t care about air, doesn’t care about anything but drowning in you. And when you cum—shaking, sobbing, crying his name—he only licks harder, lapping up every drop “Fuck—Nanami—slow down—”

When he finally pulls back, chin soaked, pupils blown wide, he looks wrecked. Pussy-drunk. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Not enough,” he rasps, voice hoarse from groaning into your cunt. His hands grip your thighs again, sliding up, rough with need. “You think I can stop after that? After three fucking days without you?”

You whimper, trying to catch your breath, but he’s already undoing his belt with shaking fingers, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, leaking as if he’s been aching for you all damn week. His breath shudders as he fists the base of his cock, staring down at you like he’s about to lose his mind. “Look at you,” he groans, dragging the head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your slick. “I could fuck you forever and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

He pushes in with one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch burns in the best way, your walls clenching tight around him. Nanami’s head drops to your shoulder, a broken moan spilling from his lips.

“Fuck—you’re so tight,” he growls, already pulling back only to slam back in harder. Your legs wrap around his waist, nails raking down his back as he pounds into you, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs. You claw at his shoulders, nails dragging through his shirt as your voice breaks on his name. “Kento—slower, I can’t—”

“No,” he growls, biting at your jaw, your neck, every inch of skin he can reach. “You don’t get slow. Not after teasing me like this. Not after leaving me with nothing but my hand while you’re gone.” His thrusts grow rougher, angrier.

Every whimper you made had him twitching deep inside you. “God, you don’t even know… how fucking good you feel,” he rasped, jaw clenching as he forced himself to look down where you were stretched around him. The sight alone nearly undid him.

You come again, clenching around him so hard he nearly loses it. He fucks you through it anyway, moaning as if your orgasm is his. When his own release crashes down, it’s with your name torn from his throat, spilling hot and deep inside you as his body shakes.

And still—he doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move away. Just buries his face in your neck, cock still twitching inside you, as if he can’t stand the thought of not being connected to you.

“Three days,” he murmurs, voice slurred and ruined, lips dragging over your skin. “Never again. I can’t—fuck, sweetheart—I can’t go that long without you.”

a/n: pussy drunk Nanamin is my fav

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Holy shit, you have a big dick?! -JJK

synopsis: You didn’t expect Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Geto & Choso to be packing like that—thick, heavy, and downright obscene.

cw: explicit sexual content, size kink, rough sex, face-fucking, gagging, overstimulation, squirting, degradation & praise, choking (light), creampie.

Toji Fushiguro

Your jaw literally drops when he strips, eyes darting to the heavy weight between his thighs. “Holy shit—” you gasp before you can even stop yourself. His grin is sharp, cocky, like he knew you’d say it. “That a problem?” he asks, stroking himself slowly, deliberately.

Your thighs squeeze together, heat flooding down to your core as you shake your head. “N-no… not a problem at all.” You’re practically drooling, already leaning forward, mouth watering as if you need to taste just how heavy he feels on your tongue.

Satoru Gojo

“Holy fuck, you’re huge,” you breathe, pupils blown wide. Gojo’s laugh is low, cocky, the kind that makes your stomach twist. “What, baby? Thought all my bragging was just jokes?” He grabs your wrist, dragging your palm down his shaft until your fingers barely wrap around him. “Don’t worry—I’ll make it fit. You’ll be crying for more before I’m even halfway in.”

Kento Nanami

Your stunned gasp slips out before you can hide it. Nanami pauses mid-motion, golden eyes sharp. “Too much?” he asks flatly, though the twitch of his cock against his abdomen betrays him. When you shake your head quickly, thighs pressed together, he exhales slowly. Your pussy clenches hard at the thought, already soaking through your panties. “That’s not—fuck—it’s not fair,” you pant, mouth dry yet watering all at once.

“Life’s not fair, sweetheart,” he says, dragging your hand down to wrap around him. “Now, be a good girl and put that pretty mouth to work.”

Suguru Geto

You’re straddling him when he pulls his cock free, and you physically freeze, hand covering your mouth. “Fuck—you’re huge.”

Geto laughs low, wrapping his hand around the base and tapping it against your dripping cunt. Your stomach tightens, heat dripping down your thighs at the sight of him lazily stroking, thick and hard. You can’t even form words, only a desperate whimper. “Judging by the way you’re clenching those legs,” he says smoothly, “you’ll take every inch.”

Choso Kamo

“Holy shit—Choso—” your words come out as a whimper when he pushes his sweats down. He tilts his head, quiet and watchful, as if he’s waiting for rejection. But your cunt clenches around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs, and you crawl forward instead. His breath stutters when you mouth at the fat tip, precum smearing across your tongue.

“F-fuck…” he groans, fingers twitching at his sides as if he doesn’t know where to put them. The sight of you drooling over his cock makes his eyes go half-lidded, “You really want all of it?” he asks, voice ragged. You moan around his length, choking as you take him deeper, and his restraint shatters. “Shit—don’t stop. Take it. Take all of me.”

a/n: all of them at the same damn time please

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Caught touching yourself?! -JJK

synopsis: Five slutty smuts where Nanami, Toji, Choso, Gojo & Geto catch you touching yourself—and none of them let you off easy.

cw: Explicit sexual content. mutual masturbation, voyeurism, degradation/praise, dom/sub dynamics, honestly just horny smut bc I’m ovulating.

Kento Nanami

The sound of your soft gasps carries through the apartment. Nanami steps into the bedroom, loosening his tie, gaze dropping to your slick-covered fingers. He sighs, almost annoyed. “You couldn’t wait for me to get home?” His voice is low, stern.

When you whimper, he grabs your wrist, tasting your fingers with a groan. “You’re pathetic,” he mutters against your hand, already undoing his belt. He pushes your fingers back down between your thighs. “Finish what you started. And don’t you dare stop until I tell you.”

Toji Fushiguro

You froze when his shadow filled the doorway. Toji leaned against the frame, lips curling when he caught sight of your hand buried between your thighs.

“Cute,” he drawled, voice low and mocking. “Touchin’ your little pussy like that—thought you only got off on my cock.” You tried to yank the blanket over yourself, but Toji was already moving, ripping it away and settling between your legs. His palm covered yours, pressing your fingers deeper inside you. “Don’t stop now, princess. C’mon let me watch you cum.”

Choso Kamo

Choso freezes when he sees you on the couch, hips rolling against your own hand. His breath shudders, pupils blown wide. “You… you look so fucking good,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees. Instead of stopping you, he spreads your thighs wider. “Ride your fingers for me. I wanna watch.”

His lips trail up your thigh, breath hot against your slick skin as you moan for him. When you whimper his name, he palms himself through his sweats, groaning. “Don’t stop, baby. Fuck—let me see you cum before I get my cock inside you.”

Suguru Geto

You gasp when Geto leans against the doorframe, catching you with your hand shoved under your panties. His smirk is infuriating. “Now that’s a pretty picture,” he drawls, stepping closer. “My sweet girl too desperate to wait for me.”

When you try to pull your hand away, he clicks his tongue. “No, no. Keep touching yourself. Let me see how messy you can get.” He crouches at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on your slick fingers.

“Use two,” he commands, When you obey, whimpering, he strokes his cock through his robes with a low groan. “That’s it princess, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

Satoru Gojo

“Wow,” Gojo’s voice made you choke on your breath. He was leaning against the wall, blindfold pushed up so his eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. “You really couldn’t wait five minutes, could you?”

You whined, curling up to hide, but he was already on you, grabbing your wrist and shoving it back between your thighs. “Keep going,” he teased, pulling his cock free. “We’ll play a game. You make yourself cum before I do, you win. If not? I’ll fuck you until you’re crying.” The wet sound of your fingers filled the room as he fisted his cock, grinning wide.

a/n: imagine life ovulating 247

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Sex Stamina -JJK

synopsis: You teased Kento, Toji, Geto, Gojo, & Choso about their stamina—now they’re out to fuck you senseless until you can’t take another round.

cw: explicit sexual content, multiple rounds, overstimulation, rough sex, squirting, breeding.

Kento Nanami

Your little joke earns you a sharp look, the loosened tie in his hand, and the warning tone he always uses when he’s about to ruin you. “You doubt me?” First round is controlled, punishing—second is meaner, relentless. By the third, Nanami’s sweat-slick chest is pressing you into the soaked sheets, his cock dragging over every sensitive inch while you cry. He doesn’t let up, even when your legs shake uncontrollably, even when you’re pleading. His voice is strained, low against your ear. “You asked for this. I’ll go until you understand you don’t get to question me.”

Toji Fushiguro

You’re sprawled across the sheets, chest heaving, already shaking from your second orgasm. Toji just laughs, wiping sweat from his brow as his cock twitches against your overstimulated cunt. “What’s wrong, princess? Thought you said I couldn’t last?” He slaps your thigh, flips you onto your stomach, and sinks back in, fucking you hard enough the headboard slams. You’re crying into the pillow, body trembling as another orgasm rips through you. Every time you think he’s finished, his cock is hard again, slapping against your swollen pussy before he stuffs you full. You’re a wreck by the time he pulls your hair back, grinning down at you. “Still think I can’t go again? Better keep that mouth shut unless you want another three.”

Suguru Geto

You only teased him once, smirking as you said he’d probably tap out after one round. Now your legs are trembling in his lap as he pushes into you again, unbothered, cock still rock hard. He keeps his pace maddeningly steady, fucking you deep while his thumb circles your clit. You try to push him off, whining about being too sensitive, but he just tilts your chin up with his free hand, making you look at him. “I’ll stop when I’m done. You don’t get to decide.” Your body gives out another orgasm, and he groans, still thrusting. “Round four. Better apologize before we hit six.”

Satoru Gojo

He takes your little joke personally, eating you out until you’re begging him to stop, then sliding back into your soaked cunt without hesitation. Every orgasm leaves you more wrecked, but Gojo’s only getting rougher, his stamina endless. He props you on your side, leg hooked over his shoulder, drilling into you until tears streak your cheeks. He kisses them away, laughing low. “Aw, don’t cry now, baby. You said I couldn’t keep up. Guess you were wrong.” His hips slap harder, your body convulsing as you come again, and he just smirks. “Gonna fuck you stupid until you never doubt me again.”

Choso Kamo

You didn’t expect him to take your teasing so seriously—but the moment you joked about his stamina, he pinned you beneath him, wrists trapped above your head as he pounds into you. His pace is wild, unrelenting, cock staying hard no matter how many times you come. You’re dripping, overstimulated, crying out with every thrust. Choso buries his face in your neck, groaning. “You don’t get to joke about that again. I’ll fuck you until your body gives out.” You try to answer, but another orgasm tears through you, leaving you limp. He keeps going, breath ragged. “That’s it—round three. Don’t even think about tapping out.”

a/n: so soooo down bad

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Ride My Face -Choso

synopsis: You ride Choso’s face, then his cock—he fucks you messy and makes you cum all over him before praising you like his perfect good girl.

cw: Explicit sexual content, face riding, rough sex, squirting, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, soft aftercare.

Your thighs were already trembling before he even touched you. Choso was flat on his back, hair spilling across the pillow, dark eyes locked on you like you were his next meal. His hands were heavy at your hips as he pulled you forward, voice low and demanding. “Don’t make me ask again. Sit.”

You hesitated—just for a second—but the hunger in his stare burned away any shame. When you finally lowered yourself onto his mouth, his tongue was already dragging a hot stripe through your folds, and the groan he let out vibrated straight into your core.

“Fuck—Choso—” you gasped, nails clawing into his chest for balance. He didn’t let you hold back. His grip was bruising, forcing your hips down until you were grinding against his face, your clit catching perfectly against his tongue. The lewd, wet sounds filled the room as he ate you like he’d die without it, lips sucking, tongue thrusting deep, nose nudging your swollen bud every time he pulled you lower.

“Ride it,” he growled against your cunt, voice muffled but commanding. “Use me.”

Your body obeyed before your brain caught up, rocking down on his mouth, chasing the slick friction until you were whining like a slut, dripping all over his face. He licked up every drop, like your pussy was the only thing in the world that mattered.

You barely had time to catch your breath, thighs trembling from the orgasm he’d just dragged out of you, when Choso’s hands slid up your ass and gripped you tight. His cock was straining against his sweats, thick and hard, the outline pressing into your slick thighs.

“Not done,” he growled, voice rough. He shifted you down and lined himself up, dragging your soaked slit along his cockhead until you were gasping. Then he slammed you down onto him in one brutal thrust.

“Choso!” you cried, nails digging into his shoulders as your walls clenched around him, too sensitive, too wet. He didn’t give you a choice. His grip was iron, guiding your hips up and down on his cock while you whimpered and whined, every bounce pushing your tits into his face. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, groaning as your pussy clenched tighter around him.

“Look at you—fuck—you’re dripping all over me,” he panted against your skin, eyes glazed, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. He thrusted up harder, each snap of his hips brutal, his cock hitting so deep you could barely think.

You were a mess—crying out, slick soaking him, thighs quivering—but the harder he fucked up into you, the closer you got, cunt fluttering around him.

“Choso—gonna—fuck—I’m—” Your climax hit hard, body spasming, a scream tearing out of you as you squirted all over him, soaking his abs and the sheets. The mess only made him snap faster, grunting through clenched teeth as his cock throbbed deep inside you.

The sheets were ruined, the both of you drenched, but Choso just smirked up at your wrecked body, still bouncing weakly on his cock.“Fuck—fuck—take it—” he praises, bucking up into you harder, until his cock pulsed and spilled inside, his cum mixing with your slick as it ran down your thighs.

You collapsed against him, boneless and wrecked, still whimpering softly. Choso held you in place, breathing heavy, his cock softening inside you. His lips pressed against your damp temple, his voice a low murmur against your skin. “Took me so well… my good girl.”

a/n: if u haven’t seen Choso in the new trailer go fucking watch it😫

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Chat im losing my mind look at my man UUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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HOW IS NO ONE ELSE FREAKING OUT OVER JJK SEASON 3 AND JJK EXECUTION MOVIE HOLY SHITTTT I BETTER SEE MY MAN CHOSOO

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Breeding Session

synopsis: He’s (Toji, Geto, Gojo & Nanami) obsessed with filling you up, fucking you through multiple rounds until you’re leaking down your thighs.

cw: Breeding kink, creampies, multiple rounds, overstimulation, possessive language, rough sex.

Toji Fushiguro

He’s brutal about it, dragging you onto his lap, cock already pushing back inside before you can catch your breath.

“Don’t fucking run,” he growls, pinning your hips as he fucks up into you, the obscene slap of skin echoing in the dark. His palm presses low against your belly so you feel how deep he’s hitting. He cums inside, once, twice, and still keeps going until it’s leaking down your thighs. “Not enough. You’ll take every drop, sweetheart. Gonna walk around dripping for me.”

Suguru Geto

He’s slower, deliberate—praising and cruel at the same time. Geto keeps your legs folded tight to your chest, cock buried to the hilt as he rubs his thumb against your clit.

“Greedy little thing, taking all of me like this,” he murmurs, kissing your throat even as he pounds into you harder. He doesn’t pull out—just cums deep, rolling his hips so it stays inside you. When you whimper, overstimulated, he only smiles. “Again. I want you swollen with me. Won’t stop until I know you’re full.”

Satoru Gojo

Gojo doesn’t let up. You’re already shaking, back arched off the sheets, but he’s still fucking into you like he’s got something to prove. His cock keeps bottoming out, every thrust forcing his cum to spill down your ass, but he only laughs at the mess.

“Look at that, baby—leaking everywhere,” he coos, fingers scooping up the mix and pushing it right back inside. His tone flips between teasing and cruel. “Gonna keep pumping you full until this sloppy pussy can’t take anymore. Don’t worry,” he smirks, hips snapping sharp, “I’ve got plenty left in me.”

Kento Nanami

Your legs are hooked over his broad shoulders, nails dragging down his biceps as Kento grins down at you. His thrusts are brutal, thick cock driving so deep you swear you feel him in your lungs. “Fuck, look at you—messy little cunt just milking me.” His voice is gravel, sweat dripping onto your chest as he pins you in place. When he empties inside you, he doesn’t slow. If anything, he fucks harder, watching his spend spill down your thighs only to stuff it right back in with another rough thrust. “Not done till you’re bred nice and full. Gonna keep fuckin’ you until I know it sticks.”

a/n: I need a fuck fest with all of them

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Punishment Fuck -Nanami

cw: rough sex, spanking, ass slapping, hair pulling, degradation/derogatory language, breeding kink, aftercare

You were impossible tonight—talking back every time Nanami tried to reason with you. He’d had a long day, and all you wanted to do was push every button.

“You’re being ridiculous,” he said, voice low and calm. You huffed, rolling your eyes again, lips parting to throw something smart back—only to yelp when Nanami’s massive hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you straight across his lap.

“Nanamin what—!” Before you could protest, he bent you over with one strong hand pressing into the small of your back. Your ass jutted up, cheeks already pink from the first sting of his palm, and he smacked it again, harder this time.

“Princess,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve fucking had it with your attitude.”

You whimpered, cheeks flushing hot, pretending like you weren’t already soaking through your panties. His palm came down hard, a crack that made your eyes sting.

“Kento!” you whined, squirming as he pinned you down with one strong arm. The second came harder, sharper. You whined, kicking your feet, but his other hand was pressed firm against your back, holding you down like you weighed nothing.

“Every time you roll those pretty eyes at me,” smack, “you earn another one.” Smack.

“Nanami—please—” you gasped, writhing as your ass stung.

“Count,” he said, voice low, cold.

“F-Four,” you stammered, ass already hot and red from the punishment.

“Louder.”

“Four!” you squeaked, only to scream when his hand landed again, harder. Your cunt was dripping, your thighs sticky, humiliation mixing with arousal until you were sobbing for him to stop—but secretly hoping he wouldn’t.

When his fingers finally dipped between your legs, he groaned at how soaked you were. “Pathetic little slut,” he muttered, shoving two thick fingers inside without warning. “Getting off on being spanked.” 

“Kento—please—” He didn’t let you finish. He shoved you forward, pressing your chest to the sheets as he tore his zipper down. The blunt head of his cock pressed against your slick entrance, and then he slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

You wailed into the mattress, the air punched out of your lungs. His hand came down on your ass again, the wet smack echoing in the room. “What did I tell you about that attitude?” he snarled, punctuating each word with another merciless thrust, his cock splitting you open until you were crying.

“I—I’m sorry!” you sobbed, clawing at the sheets while your body bounced helplessly with every punishing snap of his hips.

“Too late for sorry.” His grip bruised your hips as he pounded into you, his balls slapping your swollen, tender skin. “Now you’re going to take it until you learn to show some fucking respect.”

Every spank left you trembling, every thrust drove you closer to breaking. When you finally came—screaming his name, tears streaking your cheeks—he didn’t let up. He fucked you through it, harder, meaner, until he was snarling your name and spilling hot inside you, holding you down so you couldn’t move an inch.

When it was over Nanami’s palm lingered on the curve of your ass, fingers splaying wide and digging into the sore flesh like he wanted the bruises to last. You were trembling under him, face buried in the sheets, skin damp with sweat and tears.

“Maybe now,” he rasped, voice wrecked from growling through every thrust, “you’ll think twice before rolling those eyes at me.”

You whined, too fucked out to answer, but he wasn’t having that. His hand snaked into your hair, yanking your head back until you were arching for him, throat exposed. “You’re mine to discipline,” he whispered hot against your ear, biting down on the soft skin until you gasped. “And next time…” his hand smacked your ass again, sharp enough to make you yelp, “…I’ll tie you up and make sure you can’t move until you’ve learned your fucking lesson.” 

Nanami exhaled slowly, the last of the tension in his shoulders finally bleeding out as he looked down at you—face buried in the sheets, body trembling, ass flushed red and glistening with both your arousal and his release. His chest ached with guilt at the sight, even though he knew you’d asked for it in your own bratty way.

“Hey,” he murmured, palm smoothing over your back, gentler now, like every stroke was an apology. “That’s enough. You did so well for me.”

He eased out of you carefully, shushing your whimper, and pulled you into his lap like you weighed nothing. You curled into him instantly, cheek pressed against his chest as his big hands rubbed your sore thighs. He kissed the crown of your head, lingering, as though he could kiss away the sting he’d left on your skin.

“Sorry I was hard on you,” he whispered against your hair, his voice hoarse but soft. “You push me sometimes, princess, but I’ll never push you too far. You know that, right?”

You nodded weakly, clutching his shirt, and he reached for a tissue on the nightstand to clean you up, patient and tender. After tucking you under the sheets, he slid in beside you, tugging you into his chest. His arm draped heavy and protective around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

“Good girl,” he sighed into your hair, pressing another kiss to your temple. “My sweet girl.”

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you, warmth cocooning you until your eyes fluttered shut. He held you as your breathing slowed, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip. By the time you drifted off completely, Nanami was still there—solid, safe, the last thing you felt before sleep was his lips brushing your forehead and his low murmur, meant only for you.

“I love you.”

a/n: plz slut me out nanaminnnn

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Fucking the Stress Out -Nanami

cw: rough sex, hair pulling, choking, slapping, bruising grip, possessive/derogatory language, degradation, dub-con undertones (consensual but aggressive).

Nanami had had the worst fucking day at work. The kind of day that made him want to rip his tie off and strangle someone with it. Seriously. He could take a lot—he always did. Meetings, incompetent coworkers, idiots with cursed tools who had no idea what the fuck they were doing—fine. Whatever. He was patient. But today? Today had been a shitshow, and every second of it had chipped away at that calm exterior until he was running on nothing but caffeine, rage, and pure restraint.

And to make things worse? He was coming home to you. His needy, whiny little thing who had spent all day blowing up his phone with half-naked mirror pics and I miss you texts. Normally, he liked that shit. Loved it, actually. Loved knowing you were sitting at home in his shirt with no panties, legs spread on the bed waiting for him like a good girl. But not tonight.

The second he steps through the door, his jacket is on the floor, tie yanked loose from his throat like it’s choking him. You come bouncing out of the bedroom all smiles and glossed lips like some sweet little fantasy, “Hi, baby—”

He doesn’t even let you finish. His hand fists in your hair so hard your head tips back with a sharp gasp. He’s on you in a heartbeat, dragging you against his chest, mouth hot on your throat, teeth scraping hard enough to sting.

“Do you have any fucking idea what kind of day I’ve had?” 

Your hands clutch his shirt, nails digging in because the air is being stolen from your lungs by his grip on your hair. “N-No—Nanami, I—”

“Shut up,” he growled against your lips when you gasped his name, one massive hand gripping your jaw tight enough to ache. “Not a single word.”

Your thighs clenched. God, he was pissed. You could feel it in the way he yanked your head back by the roots of your hair, making you arch for him like a slut, his teeth dragging along your throat before biting down hard enough to make you whimper.

“You wanted my attention so bad, right?” His voice was a low rasp, and it vibrated against your skin as his other hand slid up your shirt, palming your tits roughly through your bra. “Couldn’t fucking wait for me to get home? Couldn’t let me breathe for five seconds?” And then he spun you, shoving you face-first into the wall so fast your palms slapped against the paint with a thud. Your panties hit the floor seconds later, and he didn’t even bother taking his shirt off before he shoved his slacks down just far enough to free his cock. You could feel the weight of him at your ass, thick and throbbing, as he gripped your hips like he wanted to snap them.

“You’re gonna take it,” he hissed, lining himself up with zero warning. “All of it. Every fucking inch. And you’re not gonna make a sound unless I tell you to. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, but that wasn’t good enough—not for him. The next second, his palm cracked against your ass so hard your knees buckled. “Use your words.”

“Y-Yes, Kento—”

“That’s better.” His voice was low, the kind of tone that made your pussy clench before he even gave you the first thrust. You barely had time to suck in a breath before he slammed into you in one brutal stroke that knocked the sound out of your lungs. Your scream tore down the hallway, and his hand was on your mouth before it could even finish, palm smothering the pathetic little sound you managed to make. “What the fuck did I just say?” he snarled in your ear, hips pulling back before driving forward again, the force of it rattling the frame of the goddamn wall.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your body jolted with every punishing thrust. “Quiet,” he growled again, yanking your head back by your hair so your spine arched like a bow, your tits bouncing with every merciless thrust. “You wanted this. So take it like a good little slut.”

And god, you did—crying, moaning, clawing at the wall while he fucked the stress out of himself and straight into you. His pace was relentless, punishing, and every time you thought he couldn’t go harder, he proved you wrong—slamming you forward so your cheek scraped against the wall, his cock battering your cervix until you were dripping down your thighs and sobbing like a whore.

“You’re mine,” he snarled into your ear, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his thrusts grew wild, brutal. “Say it.”

“I—I’m yours!” you sobbed, voice breaking as his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed until your vision went white. “Yours, Kento!”

“Damn fucking right,” he spat, grinding so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. “Now come on this cock. Right fucking now.”

And when you did—when your body seized and broke and trembled around him, when your scream ripped through the air even though he’d told you to stay quiet—he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. He just fucked you through it like the perfect stress relief you were, his own release hitting seconds later in a hot flood that left your thighs sticky and your brain fried.

When it was over, you could barely stand, forehead resting against the wall as he dragged his cock out with a groan and slapped your ass once, hard.

“Good girl,” he muttered, Nanami’s hand smoothed over your ass once before gripping it tight, grounding himself as his chest rose and fell against your back. You were a mess—panting, trembling, legs spread and weak, the wall the only thing keeping you upright. “That’s exactly what I needed.”

You let out a shaky laugh, still pressed against the wall, your cheek stuck to the paint with sweat. “...So,” you panted, turning your head just enough to give him a lazy, fucked-out smirk, “bad day at work?”

His jaw ticked. “Careful, princess” he said softly, stepping closer until you felt the heat of him at your back again. His fingers wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Soundin’ like I didn’t fuck you nearly hard enough.”

a/n: sexy daddyyyy

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Morning Cockwarming -Nanami

Kento Nanami was not a morning person.

You knew this. Respected it, even. Which is why you waited—so patiently—for the sun to rise before climbing on top of him.

You were already naked by the time you carefully slid the covers down, quietly straddling his hips. You kissed the line of his chest, just above the sheets, whispering a soft "sorry" to no one in particular before you eased down on his cock—already 12 inches of hard cock in sleep. Your gasp was involuntary, your pussy soaked around him. 

You sat there for a second, legs shaking already, just feeling him inside you. And then you started to move. Lazy, slow bounces. Just enough friction to make you whimper, but not enough to wake him too fast. You loved this part—how his breathing changed before he even opened his eyes, the way his brows knit like his body knew he was being used before his brain caught up.

His hands found your thighs under the sheets like instinct. And then—A low groan. A sleepy, pissed-off grunt. “What—” His voice was hoarse, gruff, delicious. His eyes blinked open slowly, only to land right on the sight of you, naked and flushed, already bouncing on his cock. 

“Good morning,” you whispered, breathless and grinning.

He stared at you and laughed. “It’s 6:42 AM baby.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “And?”

Nanami sat up in bed grabbing your hips with both hands and slamming you down onto his cock so hard it knocked the air out of you. He pulled your hair to the side to mouth at your throat and murmured “needy girl” with a bite that made you clench. Before he shoved a pillow behind his back to lean into the headboard and said, “Go on then—ride it like you wanted so badly.”

The bed creaked as your moans turned into whimpers and whines. “God, you’re so good in the mornings,” you managed between gasps.

You moaned as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, and your whole body jumped. They were so sensitive—aching, full, sore from the way they bounced every time you dropped down on him. “Hurts,” you gasped, threading your fingers in his hair, “Don’t stop.”

“Course it hurts,” he mumbled, tongue curling over your nipple before pulling back to pinch the other between his fingers. “You’ve been bouncing on my cock since sunrise. Look at these tits—so fucking swollen.”  His voice was still thick with sleep, but his words made your cunt clench around him like a vice.

“God, baby,” you whimpered, bracing your hands on his shoulders, your thighs trembling from the burn. “Can’t help it—it feels so fucking good—” You bounced harder, the sound of your soaked cunt meeting his base echoing in the quiet room. Every slap of your ass against his hips had your tits jolting, heavy and sore, nipples flushed and raw from his mouth. 

Your body was already twitching, teetering at the edge of overstimulation, and when he leaned in and sucked your nipple into his mouth again—hard—you shattered. You moaned, legs locking around his waist as you squirted, the release sudden and violent, soaking his lower stomach and the sheets beneath. Your entire body trembled, nipples impossibly hard, your cunt still fluttering around him. “Fuck—look at you,” he groaned, eyes glued to the mess you made. “You fucking squirted all over me, baby.”

You were panting against his neck, tears in your lashes, your thighs still twitching. “Fuck…”

“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair off your face. “My poor baby’s tits are red, pussy’s soaked… and you’re still so fucking tight.” He moved slowly now—gentler, careful thrusts that still had you clenching from overstimulation. You tried to lift your hips off his cock, to ease the pressure—but he gripped you tighter, easing you back down, this time slow, deliberate, deep.

“We’ll go slow now,” he murmured, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “Let me fuck it out of you. Nice and gentle, yeah?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut, the tears at your lashes slipping down as you whimpered from the fullness.  Your tits rubbed against his chest, hot and aching, every bounce bringing a fresh sting of soreness. You cried out each time he bottomed out, only for him to hush you with soft kisses and slower thrusts.

“Atta girl,” he grunted, thrusting up harder now, chasing his own high. “That’s my fucking girl…” He groaned as his cock twitched inside you, his arms locking around your waist as he came. His hips stilled, buried to the hilt, cock throbbing as he filled you up with long, hot pulses of cum.

You both stayed there, trembling and breathing into each other’s necks, sweat-slick skin sticking where your bodies were tangled. “…I hate mornings,” he muttered finally, voice rough and spent.

You snorted, still limp on top of him. “You loved that.”

“I tolerate them,” he corrected, kissing your shoulder. “When you wake me up like this.”

You grinned, still breathless. “I’ll make coffee.”

He hummed. “Bring it to bed. We’re not getting up yet.” His cock still buried deep inside you. And you weren’t complaining.

a/n: ovulating so I just want to fuck honestly

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Bridezilla -JJK men 

Synopsis: Planning a wedding is hard. Getting fucked through the stress? Easier. Especially when your fiancé(Nanami, Toji, Gojo & Geto) knows you need it.

cw: 18+, explicit language, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, dumbification, rough sex, praise/degradation mix, stress relief sex, aftercare.

Kento Nanami

You’ve got three tabs open—budget breakdown, catering quotes, venue contracts—when Kento walks in, loosening his tie. “You’re still at it?”

“Kento, if I don’t finish this tonight—”

“You won’t.” He shuts the laptop and pulls you out of the chair, ignoring your protests as he bends you over the desk. “Because you’re done worrying about this wedding until you remember why you’re marrying me.” You gasp when his hand cracks across your ass, hard enough to sting. “Kento—!”

“Count,” he commands, pulling your panties down slow, his voice low, “Every. Single. One.”

And you do—because by the third smack your brain is mush, and by the time his cock splits you open, you’re sobbing into the wood, pleading for him to fuck you harder, deeper, until all you can think is yes, sir—fuck, Kento, yours, yours, yours.

Toji Fushiguro 

The bridal boutique was supposed to be calm. Supposed to. But the second you start bitching about your waistline, Toji’s done pretending to give a shit about lace trims.

“Don’t start that crap,” he grunts, manhandling you into the dressing room, the silk pooling around your feet. His cock is already pressing against you when he growls in your ear, “You think I care if this dress fits? I’ll tear the fuckin’ thing off you at the reception.”

Your gasp barely makes it out before he flips you, bending you over the bench and shoving into you raw. One massive hand covers your mouth, the other yanking your hair back until your spine arches like a bow.

“Cry about the dress again,” he taunts, pounding into you so hard the walls shake. “Go on, sweetheart. Tell me how stressed you are while I ruin your perfect little pussy for the honeymoon.”

And when you can’t speak, just choke out strangled moans into his palm, Toji laughs low and filthy. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Satoru Gojo

You’re mid-rant about floral arrangements—white peonies or ivory roses, which was more aligned with your vision?—when Satoru grabs your phone and tosses it across the couch. 

“Baby,” he coos, lips curving into that cocky smile, “you sound like a bitchy little event planner, not my fiancée.”

“Excuse me?” you snap, arms crossed over the silk robe you wore for your latest fitting. “Do you want this wedding to look like shit? Do you want—”

You don’t finish because Gojo’s already shoving you back against the cushions, mouth crashing to yours. His hand curls around your throat, “Fuck your mood boards,” he growls, tugging the robe open until satin pools at your elbows. “You’re gonna sit on my cock and forget what a centerpiece even is.”

You try to retort—something about the color scheme—but he’s already slapping your bare cunt, smirking at your small gasps.  “Aw, look at that,” he taunts, grinding two fingers against your folds until you’re slick enough to take him in one brutal thrust. “Princess just needed some cock to calm her down, huh? Needed me to fuck that attitude right out of you.”

And he does—hard, deep, until you’re a whimpering mess in his lap, nails clawing his shoulders, wedding stress melting into white-hot need as he whispers against your ear: “My pretty little wife-to-be, dripping all over me…fuck, I can’t wait to ruin that dress next.”

Suguru Geto

You’re spiraling over RSVPs, muttering about who gets plus-ones and which aunt is allergic to shellfish, when Suguru closes the laptop with a decisive snap. “Sweetheart,” he says softly, “you’re going to make yourself sick.”

“I just want it to be perfect,” you whisper, frustrated tears threatening. “Everyone’s going to judge—”

“They can judge this dick in your throat instead.”

You blink. “…Suguru.” But he’s already got you on your knees, dress bunched at your waist, his cock heavy in his fist as he grips your chin with the other.

“Open up,” he orders, voice like silk wrapped around steel. “If you’ve got so much energy to bitch about your cousin’s seating arrangement, you can suck the stress out of me like a good little bride.” You moan around him when he pushes deep, hitting the back of your throat, and he groans—low and filthy—while his thumb strokes your tear-streaked cheek.

“That’s it,” he purrs. “My perfect fiancée, choking on my cock like she was made for it. Fuck the wedding, baby. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

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Terrible 2’s -JJK men

Synopsis: They told you about this stage. Hell, the pediatrician looked you dead in the eye and warned you: “The terrible twos are coming.” But your husband(Nanami, Geto, Gojo & Toji)—oh, he laughed it off. “How hard can a toddler be?”

Now look at them.

Kento Nanami (girl dad)

Nanami thought structure would save him. Schedules, nap times, quiet reading corners… hah. His little girl has other plans. She’s decided today that every single item in the living room needs to be launched across the room.

“Sweetheart, please—” he sighs, trying to remain calm as he kneels to pick up couch cushions. Wham. A pink plastic tea set lid nails him in the temple.

You’re leaning against the doorway, smirking. “Thought you said toddlers were easy, Daddy?”

His jaw ticks as he exhales sharply through his nose. “Go to work. Go do something useful.”

“Can’t. I’m busy watching you get your ass kicked by your daughter.” 

Nanami glares at you, then at his daughter—currently climbing the bookshelf like a feral cat. He moves fast, catching her before she topples, pinning her against his chest with a controlled sigh. “She’s stubborn,” he mutters, “She gets this from you.” 

You lean against the doorway, smirking. “You’re doing great, daddy.”

His jaw ticks. “Do not call me that right now.”

“Why not?” you purr, stepping close enough that your hand brushes his arm. He looks like he’s about to combust, torn between rage, exhaustion, You lean against the doorway, smirking. “You’re doing great, daddy.”

His jaw ticks. “Do not call me that right now.”

“Why not?” you purr, stepping close enough that your hand brushes his arm. He looks like he’s about to combust, torn between rage, exhaustion, “Because if you call me that again, I’m going to bend you over that couch,” he growls under his breath. Then—WHACK. Another book hits him in the leg. His eye twitches. He exhales through his nose. “After nap time,” he amends darkly, glaring at his toddler like she just declared war. 

Suguru Geto (girl dad)

He swore he’d be the chill dad, the “cool parent” who let his little girl paint the walls and eat cake for breakfast. That was before she hurled a sippy cup of juice straight into his face, screeching with glee, while he was trying to assemble IKEA furniture for the hundredth time.

“What the fuck—” he yells, hair sticking up like he’s run a marathon in the rain, while she laughs like she’s conquered the world. “Sweetheart, stop! Daddy’s gonna lose it!”

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, sipping coffee like this is a show. “Didn’t you say you were the ‘cool parent’? The one who doesn’t yell?”

He shoots you a look “You wanna take over?”

“Not really.” You grin, smug as hell. “You’re doing amazing, babe.”

He tosses the screwdriver onto the rug and stalks toward you, crouches in front of you, caging you in with his big hands on your thighs. “You think this is funny?” he murmurs, smirk curling his lips as his fingers dig into your skin just enough to make you gasp. “Keep running’ that mouth, princess. You’re gonna be the one cryin’ later.” 

Satoru Gojo (boy dad)

Gojo? He thought he could charm the toddler into behaving. “How about we use our super cool powers to clean up?” he suggested, flashing a grin. His little boy decides his powers are best used for knocking over the entire snack table.

Gojo is laughing… hysterically, exhausted, sticky with peanut butter, and fully aware that he’s been outsmarted by a three-year-old. “You little shit… I love you and I hate you at the same time,” he mutters, hugging him tightly while wiping chocolate off his own face.

You’re biting back laughter, snapping pictures for blackmail. “You look great, babe. Very… avant-garde.”

“Oh, shut it.” He wipes chocolate on your cheek and kisses you, slow and deep, like the chaos behind him doesn’t exist. When he pulls back, his grin is wicked. “Don’t worry, mama. Once he’s out cold, I’ll put this tongue to way better use.” Your breath hitches. Suddenly, nap time can’t come fast enough.

Toji Fushiguro (boy dad)

The sound of drawers slamming makes your stomach drop. “Toji—where’s—” “Got him,” comes his gruff voice from the kitchen doorway. And there he stands: shirtless, muscles flexing as he grips your toddler upside-down by one ankle like a feral animal caught mid-escape. The kid’s giggling like a maniac, tiny fists clutching Toji’s wallet. “Little shit stole my credit card,” Toji grumbles, plucking the wallet free while your son kicks happily in the air. You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Maybe if you didn’t let him watch you count cash—” “Gotta learn sometime.” “Toji—” He smirks, swinging the toddler onto his shoulder like a sack of rice before sauntering over to you. “Don’t look so stressed, mama,” he murmurs, voice dropping low, sinful. “Kid’ll nap soon. Then I’ll give you something to cry about.” Your thighs clench so hard it hurts. God help you, this man is the reason you have a toddler in the first place.

a/n: my daddy’s

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You’re Pregnant?! — JJK Breeding Drabble

Synopsis: Geto, Nanami, Gojo and Toji react to their breeding…..well, breeding you. And then immediately wanting to do it again.

cw: Explicit sexual content, Breeding kink/pregnancy implications. Rough sex & possessive behavior. Praise/degradation mix. Multiple rounds of sex

Suguru Geto

Suguru’s grin spreads slow, dark, and triumphant when the words leave your lips. Pregnant. His child. His satisfaction is palpable, like he’d planned this from the very beginning. He palms your stomach possessively, pressing you back against the sheets with his weight.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice thick with pride and lust. “Already carrying me so well.” He doesn’t give you a chance to bask in the revelation—his cock is already hard again, rutting into you with calculated thrusts, like he’s determined to bury another load deep inside. His mouth latches onto your throat, sucking marks into your skin. “One wasn’t enough. I want you swollen with me, over and over.”

Kento Nanami

The words make Nanami still, his brow furrowing with disbelief, before something raw and primal takes over. He exhales sharply, almost like he’s relieved and ruined all at once. “Pregnant… with mine.” It isn’t a question. His self-control fractures. He flips you onto your stomach, dragging you back onto his cock with a grunt, his composure unraveling into something filthy. His thrusts are punishing, the bed creaking with every drive of his hips. He leans down, lips at your ear, voice breaking with lust. “If you think I’ll stop now… you’re wrong. I’ll fill you until there’s no doubt whose child you’re carrying.”

Satoru Gojo

“Ohhh, no way—” Gojo laughs at first, wide-eyed with excitement, but the light in his gaze flickers into something darker. His hands slide to your hips, squeezing them tight. “My baby in you already… guess that means this pussy really was made for me, huh?” He pushes into you deep, stretching you all over again while his voice melts into a filthy drawl. “But y’know me, can’t leave it at just one. Gotta make sure you’re stuffed with more than enough of me. Imagine how cute you’ll look—round and dripping every time I bend you over.” His pace grows erratic, every thrust punctuated with a gleeful groan. “Fuck, let’s make twins. Or hell, triplets.”

Toji Fushiguro

Toji freezes, tongue clicking against his teeth as the words sink in. Pregnant. He lets out a low, guttural laugh, eyes gleaming with possession. “Knew this cunt was too good not to knock up.” His hand slides over your belly, then up to grip your throat as he pins you beneath him, cock already sliding back inside your slick heat. He pounds into you rougher than before, every thrust brutal, like he’s claiming you again. His growl vibrates against your skin. “Doesn’t matter if you’re already carrying mine—” he bites your ear, thrusting harder, “—I’m still gonna fuck another load into you. You’re mine to breed, over and over.”

a/n: they got me freaked outtttt

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Don’t Seduce Me -Gojo

Synopsis: When Yaga calls you out for “falling behind,” you’re forced to do the unthinkable—ask Gojo Satoru for help. You try to seduce him into giving you special training, but Gojo sees right through your act.

cw: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, manipulation, power dynamics, desk sex, spanking, degradation + praise, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control.

You’d rather eat glass than admit you needed him. But after Yaga’s oh-so-polite-but-not-really verbal beatdown about your “lack of progression,” you had no choice but to swallow your pride and crawl to the one man you hated owing anything to.

Gojo Satoru.

Of course, you didn’t just ask. You tried to seduce him. Tight clothes, sultry tone, lingering touches—laying it on so thick it was practically obscene. You leaned against his desk, lips wet, voice low.

“Come on, Satoru,” you purred, fingers sliding dangerously close to the waistband of his pants. “Wouldn’t you just love to—”

His hand closed around your wrist before you could even graze him, grip firm enough to make you gasp. Those ridiculous sunglasses slid down just enough for you to catch the mocking curve of his mouth.

“Cute,” he drawled, tilting his head, that sharp grin of his carved right into your humiliation. “But if you thought you could fuck your way into special training, you’re even dumber than Yaga says you are.”

Your blood went molten, humiliation twisting fast into rage. You yanked your hand back, standing straight, and sneered down at him. “Oh, fuck off, Gojo. Like I’d ever want to fuck you. I was just—”

“Pathetic?” he offered cheerfully.

Your jaw clenched so hard it ached. “I need training.” The words tasted like poison on your tongue. “Yaga thinks I’m… falling behind.” You spat it out quick, before it could sting worse.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, long legs spread obnoxiously wide, like he knew you’d notice. He tapped his chin, pretending to think, when really he was savoring your desperation.  “And you want me to help you,” he said, deliberately slow.

You glared at him, heat pooling low in your stomach because you hated how he sounded when he said it—low, smug, and too fucking close to the fantasies you refused to admit you had. “I don’t want anything from you,” you snapped.

Gojo’s grin widened, teeth flashing, “Oh, sweetheart, you want plenty. You just hate that it has to come from me.”

Your mouth opened—ready to hurl something vile enough to wipe that smirk off his stupidly perfect face—but he moved first. One long arm shot out, hand wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging you forward until you stumbled against the wide spread of his thighs.

“Careful,” he murmured, sunglasses sliding just enough for you to catch the flash of those ice-blue eyes. 

Your thighs pressed together on instinct—humiliating, undeniable. You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you bit out, though your voice betrayed you, breathy at the edges.

Gojo chuckled, low and obscene, like he could hear exactly how wet you were just from standing this close. His grip tightened at your nape, thumb stroking the edge of your jaw in mock affection.

“You’re the one standing between my legs, baby. You tell me—who’s seducing who now?” The bastard was right. Again. And worse—you didn’t move. Didn’t pull away.

Your nails dug into his chest, not nearly enough to make him flinch, but just enough to hide the tremor in your hands. “If you’re not going to help me train, then stop wasting my time.”

Gojo’s smile sharpened. “Oh, I’ll train you. Just depends what kind of training you’re actually asking for.”

His knee nudged between your thighs—slow, deliberate, obscene. You whimpered before you could stop it. 

“Thought so,” he whispered.

His knee pressed up, hard enough that the friction caught right where you needed it most. Your whimpers turned into moans, and Gojo’s smirk curved like he’d just won a bet.

“Mm, hear that?” he drawled, voice low and obscene. “Cute little moans for someone you ‘wouldn’t ever fuck,’ huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, but your hips betrayed you, grinding down against his thigh. 

He tilted his head, sunglasses sliding low enough to show the wicked flash of blue in his eyes. “Nah, I like hearing you beg without actually saying it. Makes it more fun.” His hand slid from your nape down to your ass, squeezing shamelessly as he shoved you harder against his leg. “C’mon, sweetheart, use me. Show me how bad you need that ‘special training.’”

“Gojo—” you started, half warning, half plea, but he cut you off with a laugh that rumbled low in his chest.

“Gonna cry if I don’t make you cum right here on my thigh?” he teased, voice dripping filth. “Bet Yaga didn’t mention that in his little performance review, huh? That his precious student gets wet just trying to talk her way into extra lessons?”

Your nails clawed down his chest through his shirt, and he groaned, leaning in close enough for his lips to graze your ear.

“Scratch me harder, baby. I’ll still bend you over this desk and make you scream for it.”

Your breath hitched, your thighs trembling as the rough press of his leg against your clit drove you insane. 

“God, you’re dripping,” he purred, sliding his free hand between your thighs, fingers brushing the soaked heat through your panties. “Training you like this might actually be fun.”

“Fuck you,” you spat, even as your hips rolled into his hand like you’d die if he stopped.

Gojo’s laugh was pure sin. “No, sweetheart. Fuck you.” He shoved the flimsy fabric of your panties aside and slid two fingers inside you without warning, filling you so suddenly you choked on a gasp. “Lesson one: don’t try to manipulate me unless you’re ready to pay the price.”

He curled them deep, hitting that spot so perfectly you nearly folded over, but his arm caught your waist and held you firm against him.

“Lesson two,” he murmured, biting at your jaw, “when I say beg—” his fingers pumped faster, obscene and slick—“you beg.”

Your protest dissolved into a cry as his fingers pumped ruthlessly inside you, knuckles dragging against your walls while his thumb worked your clit in merciless circles. The obscene wet sounds filled the office, echoing between his chuckles.

“Listen to that,” he cooed, sweet as poison. “Gojo—” Your voice broke, half-growl, half-whimper, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave red trails.

“Yeah, baby? Need something?” In one motion, he yanked his fingers free and shoved you forward, bending you over the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but you barely had time to breathe before his hand cracked against your ass, the sting making you jolt.

“Lesson three,” he said cheerfully, unbuckling his belt with one hand while holding you down with the other. “Respect your teacher.”

You twisted to glare back at him, retort burning on your tongue—only to choke when he freed himself and pressed the blunt head of his cock against your dripping slit.

“Gojo, wait—”

He pushed in slow, agonizingly so, stretching you wide until you were gasping, clawing at the desk for purchase. His hand smoothed over your lower back, deceptively tender.

“There we go,” he murmured, voice gone husky. “Tight little thing just needed filling, huh?” He bottomed out with a sharp thrust that made you cry out, then kissed your spine as if to soothe you. “Shh, I got you.”

The contradiction was maddening—his hips slamming into yours rough enough to rattle the desk, while his lips trailed soft kisses up your back. “Sound so pretty when you take me,” he praised, fucking into you hard and deep, hand sliding around to toy with your clit. “Bet Yaga never guessed you’d be this easy to train. All it takes is my cock and you’re—fuck—already dripping down my thighs.”

“Say it,” he demanded, tone suddenly sharp as he pounded into you. “Say you need me.”

“No,” you gasped, tears prickling at the edges of your eyes.

Another sharp smack landed on your ass, heat blooming under his palm. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxed, kissing your shoulder even as his cock split you open rough. “Say you need me, and I’ll let you cum.”

Your voice broke on a sobbing moan. “I—fuck—I need you!”

Gojo groaned, head dropping to your neck, teeth scraping your skin like he couldn’t help himself. “That’s it. Good girl. Knew you’d learn.”

The praise shattered something in you, orgasm ripping through with brutal force, your body clenching around him as you cried out his name.

Gojo fucked you through it, whispering filthy-sweet encouragements against your ear. “So good for me. So perfect. Look at you, cumming all over me.” 

He pulled you upright against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other gripping your hip as he chased his own release. His thrusts turned ragged, desperate, and he buried his face in your neck.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up—” he groaned, voice breaking into something raw and then he was spilling inside you, grinding deep. 

Silence fell heavy, save for your uneven breathing and the obscene drip of him sliding out. He kissed your temple, far too sweet after wrecking you against his desk, and whispered with a grin you could hear in his voice:

“Training starts tomorrow. Same time. Don’t be late.”

a/n: god I can’t get enough of him

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Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━

Satoru Gojo

⋆ 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

⋆ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐞

Suguru Geto

✘ 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

Kento Nanami

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

Toji Fushiguro

ᛝ 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Choso Kamo

_- 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞

Series:

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐧

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭?!

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝟐’𝐬

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚

𖤐.ᐟ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟!?

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤?!

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Corporate Cockwarming -Nanami

cw: Explicit sexual content, exhibitionism/voyeurism risk, cockwarming, rough sex, squirting, light degradation, squirting. 

Synopsis: You get impatient waiting for Nanami to finish work, so you straddle him during an important phone call, riding him despite his stern warnings. You just never learn, do you? 

You’re supposed to be reading. That was the deal—he gave you the soft chair, the blanket, the quiet corner of his office, and you were supposed to behave. But the clock’s ticking past an hour since he said he’d take you home, and he’s still leaning back in his leather chair with that deep voice of his, smoothing over some boring contract on the phone.

And you’re tired. And needy. And frankly—fuck his patience.

The second you climb into his lap, he gives you a warning look, palm curling hard around your hip. “Don’t,” he mutters low, palm pressing against your waist as he tried to shift you off. His voice stayed even for the call. “Mm, yes. I’ll review that… later.”

You smirked as your fingers work open his belt and pull his cock free, hot and heavy in your hand, and you’re already soaking through your panties. You straddle him, drag your slick folds over his length, and then sink down on him in one slow, defiant drop that makes you both groan. 

“Behave,” he gritted, teeth barely moving as his voice stayed smooth on the phone. He grabs your waist like he’s about to lift you off, but his jaw flexes when you grind on him. 

You bounce yourself shamelessly, tits pressed to his chest, breath catching every time his thick cock splits you open deeper. “Kento,” you whisper against his throat, needy and bratty, “don’t make me wait anymore.”

His hand twitches, fingers digging into your thigh so hard it stings. “Stop it,” he whispered, his calm voice strained under the phone’s mouthpiece. “I mean it.”

But you didn’t stop. You bounced harder, skin slapping, teeth sinking into his tie as you muffled your own moans. His brows furrowed, throat bobbing as he forced out clipped, professional answers while your cunt squeezed him like a vice.

And then the call ended with a curt, “We’ll follow up tomorrow.”

In the next breath, your back hits the desk, legs wrenched open, his cock ramming into you with punishing, wet thrusts that make you scream. “Stupid, needy girl,” he growls, one hand fisted in your hair as his hips slam you into the wood. “Couldn’t wait five more minutes, could you?”

You’re crying with it, nails clawing his shoulders, the desk rattling under his weight as his pace gets brutal. It doesn’t take long before you’re squirting all over him, soaking his slacks, moaning his name. “God, look at you—making a mess all over me.”

When you finally sagged against him, wrung out and twitching, he tugged your dress back down and tucked himself away, neat as ever despite the wet stain spreading across his thighs.

“Get yourself together,” he murmured against your temple, kissing you once. His tone was firm, quiet, commanding. “We’re finishing this at home. On your knees. Since you clearly can’t behave yourself.”