#Kiyotaka ijichi

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Dawww that's okay!! I'll run quicker next time !!

Can I request 14 with Ijichi instead?

Also, can I be 🍪 anon for next time??

Yes! You can be my cookie anon. I'll update the list.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

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When you first started dating Ijichi, the man was so gentlemanly, treating you with such care and tenderness, making you feel like a princess. He'd ask permission to kiss your lips, hold you tightly at his side while crossing the street, and send you flowers a few times a week.

Which is why when you finally slept with him, you were shocked to see he was nothing like what you had seen so far.

Your hands are pinned against the mattress with his large hands firmly gripping your wrists. The tip of his cock is dragged in between your dripping folds, teasingly just pressing against your core but not entering, gathering more moisture as he slides it up against your clit. He'd been teasing you for God knows how long now, and you whine with impatience.

"Ijichi...I get it...please..."

Ijichi chuckles, not in a patronizing or condescending way, but more so with a soft delight, like he's pleased to have put you in this state. “I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

"I believe you, now please...." You thrust your hips up desperate for more friction. Ijichi releases your hands and gently caresses your face, giving you a soft kiss on your plump lips.

"I do like it when you beg...it's even nicer knowing how ready you are for me." He drags his cock down again, positioning himself at your core, looking deeply into your eyes before pushing in, watching your face for cues, for signs of discomfort but none come. You're slick and stretching out easily as he makes his way into you, a noise of relief leaving your throat.

His thumb finds your clit again, tracing circles as he starts to thrust. You moan, laying against the pillows, your vision filling with the look of concentration on his face, as he watches you writhe under him.

"You're so pretty like this," he murmurs, kissing your neck as he picks up the pace. You don't last long after the teasing, legs wrapping around his waist, gripping tightly as you orgasm, feeling deliciously sated as it washes over you.

He follows not too long afterward, and both of you lay facing each other as he pulls you into his arms.

"I wouldn't have pictured you as this sort of guy."

"I'm full of surprises my dear."

[yazzydream]

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[slttygeto]

WANNA HAVE A TASTE? | GETO. S & IJICHI. K

synopsis: as geto's girlfriend at jujutsu high and a teacher yourself, ijichi knew that he would never be able to have you. that the stolen glances towards your thighs during the car rides, your sweet smiles that had his cock straining were just embarrassing him. lucky him, you've always had a soft spot for sweet, harmless ijichi.

tags: teacher!suguru, driver!ijichi, fem!reader, established relationship, smut.

c.w: fem!dom!reader, only switches with suguru, sub!ijichi, pussy drunk! ijichi, cunnilingus, blowjob, cumshots<3, ijichi cums on your face hehe, praise (directed towards ijichi mostly), suguru watches you two, protective sex.

word count: 2,6k

note: i've had this on my mind all day, i literally started the draft before classes started and i just finished it. and for the record, i know that these two have never interacted before, but i love the idea of pussy drunk ijichi and possessive suguru<3. have fun!

geto was not fond of the idea. in fact, he couldn’t understand where it came from and why you’d suggest it in the first place.

“it’s just for fun baby,” you traced a finger down his chest while your other hand held his tightly. “there’s no harm in having some fun, no?”

there was truly no harm in having some fun, but when the fun included another man, a man whom he didn’t know that well to trust with touching you—or rather letting you touch him, suguru was a bit hesitant.

you lead suguru inside the other man’s bedroom with a blindfold covering his eyes and sit him down on one of the arm chairs there. your boyfriend patiently waits on the chair until you remove the blindfold and—fuck, were you a treat.

“sugu,” you start before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “do you love me, sugu?” the man obviously does, and since words weren’t his forte at times like these, he proceeds to grab onto your ass and pull you closer to him, showing the man on his bed that even after this, after whatever was about to go down—you will always be his, and his only.

“more than words could ever show, princess,” he leans in and presses a kiss to your bare torso. your fingers run through his hair, a coy smile dancing on your lips.

“then sit back and watch, hm?”

throughout the past three years of being a teacher at jujutsu high, Ijichi has always thought that you were gorgeous, stunning—a little tease. he would always turn red at your compliments and hide his face whenever you and suguru would share a small moment of intimacy in the back of his car. his eyes would rake over your bare legs, traveling up towards your thighs before his eyes would lock with suguru’s icy cold ones through the rearview mirror and his blood runs cold.

so you can imagine ijichi’s surprise (and embarrassment) when you told him that you were aware of his perverted and shy stares, and that you liked them in a way. your hand placed on his cheek in a gentle manner before telling him.

“I asked suguru if I could play with you while he watches, he agreed.”

which leads him to where he is at the moment, in the bedroom of his apartment laid out, bare and vulnerable to your hungry gaze all while suguru sat in the corner of the room on a chair, manspread with a stare that could only be described as threatening.

your choice of clothes was very playful too, and ijichi could feel his cock strain against his boxers when he watched you grab one of his blouses to wrap it around your half naked body.

“smells like you, ijichi,” you said in a soft voice, taking a whiff of his perfume–his smell before flashing him a smile. “i like it.”

“oh please,” he whimpers out when you start to unbutton the blouse slowly, and you slowly straddle him with your hands braced on his flushed, heaving chest.

“please? please what?” your finger traces his hardened nipples, traveling down towards his stomach where he clenches his abs at the ticklish feeling. your pussy sat right on his hardened member, giving him more than enough reasons to buck up his hips and make you scold him.

“no,” you slowly get off of him and your hand grabs his hardened cock through his boxers. “not yet, mhm?”

this was a different side of you that suguru has never seen before. you were always so pliant, so obedient and easily submissive to his touch, his voice and his ministrations. to be able to make a man fold like this for you, use that voice on him and render him a weeping mess beneath you—suguru wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not.

your fingers tug at the elastic band of ijichi’s boxers and you pull them down. his cock springs free, and you bite your lip at how shy and embarrassed he gets from your stares. the tip is red and angry, leaking white liquid and you can’t help but lean down and give the tip and kittenish, experimental lick that has the man in glasses gasp in surprise.

“you taste so good,” your hand wraps around the base and you squeeze his cock, causing him to gasp and look down at you. “is this what you imagined? when you kept staring at my thighs all the time,”

he hesitates for a second, eyes locking with suguru’s who seems to be palming himself at the sight of your ass so perked up, your body arched over the bed to reach ijichi. the men lock eyes and ijichi gulps when suguru’s gaze hardens at your question.

noticing how the man melting under your touch suddenly quieted down, you look over your shoulder towards your boyfriend and give him a pout.

“suguru, don’t be mean.”

“am not, sweet girl,” he replies in his sweet voice.

“you’re scaring him,” your hand starts to stroke his cock, and ijichi can no longer keep his noises in as he bucks up his hips and grips onto the pillow underneath his head. “how can he fuck me if you’re staring at him like that?”

suguru’s entire demeanor shifts at the mention of ijichi fucking you. he is about to refuse first, tell you that there was no way that another man will be inside you in his presence but he stops when he sees you turn around and engulf ijichi’s cock inside your mouth. you bob your head up and down just like how you do it on his cock, your fingers wrap around the base and squeeze and your free hand fondles with his balls just like how you do it when you give him head.

ijichi’s flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead become something so interesting to you because you can’t stop staring at him. there is something so fascinating about a man falling apart under your touch and making you feel in control—you like the feeling.

ijichi’s hands shyly rest on top of your head, and it seems as though suguru needs to remind him of what he is doing.

“careful.” but before ijichi can remove his hands, your hand wraps around one of his wrists and keep it on your head, pushing his fingers to grip your hair.

you release his cock from your mouth with a “pop” sound and your tongue trails all over that one prominent vein.

“suguru is so mean, isn’t he?” you mumble against his cock, and your boyfriend shoots you a warning stare that you can’t even see.

“darling,” he starts but you cut him off.

“don’t worry,” you whisper against ijichi’s cock before planting a sweet kiss to the tip of his cock. “I’m not as mean as him, I can be as sweet as you imagine me to be,” you grin against the skin and he starts shivering in anticipation.

“i-imagine you?”

“oh, come on pretty boy,” you kiss his inner thighs gently. “you think I don’t know?”

to which ijichi shakes his head. you reach to grab his hand from your hair and kiss the palm first before licking between his fingers, all the way up to the pad of them—and then you start sucking them.

the man watches in awe as you give his fingers the same treatment you were giving his cock a few moments ago, and it twitches in your hand.

you let go of his fingers with a smile.

“you fuck your fist stupid to the thought of me, don’t you?” oh god. his abs twitch again, and he can barely look you in the eyes when you give his pretty cock another kiss.

“don’t be shy,” you purr. “I like it when a pretty boy like you is desperate.”

out of all the things that you imagined would go down, this was not it. not that you were complaining.

you sit back on your knees, surprise evident on your face as your fingers touch your cheeks, nose and finally your lips. you flash a red ijichi a smile before licking the cum off of your lips.

“you like it when someone talks you through it, huh?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–“ he tries to grab a tissue to clean your face, but a deep voice interrupts him.

“leave it.” you pout as you turn to face suguru, but your lips part when you see that he stood up from his chair and was walking towards you, his looming figure making you submit so easily for him and almost melt on the mattress and between ijichi’s spread out legs.

your boyfriend grabs your chin and pulls out a napkin, wiping your face so gently that you melt under his touch. the man laid on the bed watches with wide eyes at the difference in your demeanor, how one moment you were handling him with so much confidence and now you were melting under your boyfriend’s touch.

“he needs to get hard again to fuck you, right?” suguru mumbles against your lips and you nod before pulling him into a deep kiss. you don’t care that the position is uncomfortable, nor that the man watching you two make out has never even seen you kiss in public beside a couple of pecks because you always liked to keep things “private”.

he watches as suguru gropes your ass cheeks and slowly undresses you from the blouse, his touch leaving goosebumps on your skin and you moan against his lips. your hand reaches down towards ijichi’s calf and he’s startled that the attention is back on him.

giving suguru one last kiss, you push him softly back towards the chair.

“eat me out, ijichi. think you can do that?” he nods mindlessly, almost dumbly and you give him a grin. you expect him to pull you on his face but when he flips you two over and catches you by surprise, the gasp leaving your lips quickly turns into a moan when he buries his nose in your clothed cunt.

“oh fuck,” he pushes your legs towards your chest, fingers pulling your panties down to reveal the sweet cunt he’s been dying to taste.

“does it smell good?” and ijichi’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head when his tongue gets to taste your pussy for the first time.

“pussy got him acting dumb,” suguru comments from his spot, hand fisting his cock slowly. despite not being the biggest fan of the situation, there was something strangely exciting about watching a man devour your pussy so hungrily. he knew ijichi wanted you, he knew why he wanted you—but only suguru got to have you. for ijichi to lose his mind at the taste only and not at the way your pussy usually sucks his cock in and milks it—yeah, the desperation was hot.

“b-be nice to him,” you try to say through moans, head thrown back when his tongue kept licking at your clit. he sucks on the bed, saliva and arousal mixing together and leaking down your thighs and on the towel laid out underneath you. your fingers grip his hair and push him closer to your pussy where you grind on his face, your sweet sounds filling the room.

suguru was fixated on your wet pussy, fisting his cock to the same rhythm as ijichi licking and sucking at your clit, the sight of your boyfriend being so lost in his pleasure had you bursting and cumming on the man’s mouth with a loud whine.

ijichi lets you ride out his orgasm, trembling fingers soothing your thighs and calming you down in a hushed voice.

“so good,” you whisper out loud. “y-you were so good,” your hand wraps around his jaw and you caress his cheek with your thumb. he melts against your touch but quickly regains his composure before reaching towards his night stand to grab a condom.

“mmm, so desperate to fill me up? even though you just ate me out?”

“i-it’s so wet,” he stutters out, wrapping the condom on his hardened cock.

“all for you, baby,”

“watch it.” suguru warns you and halts his movements when he hears you talk to him like that, eyes shooting daggers at the man aligning the tip of his dick with your folds. and you bite your lip, totally ignoring him and holding your legs to your chest before giggling when the man slipped with his dick and nudged your clit.

“it’s so wet,” you say in awe and he finally pushes inside.

your legs wrap around his waist and pull him close towards you. you let him fuck inside you for a few moments, letting him relish in that moment of having a bit of control before you start to fuck up into him and he has to pause his movements not to cum so quickly like earlier.

“what’s the matter, pretty boy?” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you. “pussy got you dumb already?”

suguru sees that ijichi is so close to kissing you, but before he can even intervene, you press your index finger to his lips and give him a kiss on his cheek.

“sorry, I only kiss my boyfriend.”

you keep fucking up into him, fingers grabbing onto the back of ijichi’s head and pulling at the hair there. you squeeze around him and coo softly in his ear.

“you are doing so good for me, you know?” “never had a pretty boy fuck me this desperately,” “are you close? cum for me, make me proud.”

the last one seems to hit him hard, because he soon has to hold himself up on the pillow under your head and let out soft, desperate noises as he empties himself into the condom. your fingers start rubbing at your clit at the sight, moaning softly into his ear to give you a helping hand.

but before ijichi can react, he is not too roughly pushed away from you and he watches with wide eyes as suguru hooks his arms under your legs and pulls you towards the edge of the bed.

“leaving my girl unsatisfied,” he mumbles in disapproval before attaching his lips to your clit.

“o-oh! suguru!” your hands immediately fly down to his hair.

“watch and learn.” suguru eats you out and fingers you until you are a weeping mess on the man’s bed. he could care less that the man was only a few inches away, mind focused on the way you smell like another man, and how he has to get rid of this smell.

“this is,” a kiss to your clit. “how you eat,” then another to your folds. “pussy properly.” and then back on your clit.

he spits and kisses your pussy with so much passion, strong arms holding you open for him until you cum around him hard. your eyelids feel heavy, hands reaching towards ijichi to caress his thigh, comfort him and tell him that he did a good job but sleep gets the best of you and you pass out on the bed with the two men hovering over you.

it’s a little quiet for a bit but suguru quickly lifts you up to clean you, dress you up before driving back home.

“tell her…tell her I said thank you.” ijichi calls out from his bedroom, watching as your boyfriend carried you to the guest bathroom.

“I will. go clean yourself up, okay?”

one thing suguru knew, he never wanted to do this ever again.

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[galarrapidash]

JJK Phantom Parade - The sound of raining and walking

[jisatsu-draw]

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[marikuchanxo]

Asking for Morning Sex

Synopsis: When Ijichi gets bold. Fluff with smutty sprinkles.

[incorrectjjkquotes]

Ijichi: I’m going to start being more assertive, but only if that’s okay with everyone.

[kinbari14]

[ohnococo]

Gratitude | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader

“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?” He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Light Teasing, Hand Job, Blow Job, Dom/Sub Undertones, Subby Ijichi, Moans/Whimpering

MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY

It didn’t take a lot to make Kiyotaka Ijichi happy, just a small thank you or good job here and there and the man’s day was clearly made. It cost you nothing to be nice, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit the way he always blushed and thanked you for thanking him was cute. He’d saved the day for you more than a few times too, in his own way. Finding a place to pick you up even on the busiest street, liasing with the higher ups you’d long ago grown tired of dealing with, being just as knowledgeable as you needed him to be to keep you prepared for the worst. He mattered, even if it didn’t seem like it to others, or to him.

He’d driven you to your mission earlier today, and now you’re feeling even happier than usual to see his headlights in the distance as you make your way through the trees and back to the main road.

You’d been to much more remote areas than this, but with the chill of winter closing in on you, you wished this particular curse had been somewhere that didn’t require a several mile trek back to the car. Ijichi had wanted to walk you there once he reached the end of the drivable path, but when Principal Yaga called him elsewhere he had no choice but to leave you to it. It was for the best, he wasn’t equipped for the same things you were and would have only wasted his time.

It was cold enough that you were avoiding patches of frost, and while you were thankful you’d finished your job quickly, it hadn’t been quick enough to avoid the early setting sun leaving you in near complete darkness. Fortunately Ijichi was back in time to be the source of the only light letting you know you were heading in the right direction.

The anticipation building during the last few yards to the car has you feeling even colder than before, cheeks stinging and fingers numb. You’re also more than looking forward to a friendly face, since the people you’d helped weren’t very grateful. Ijichi would be though, he always was. Even if the only thing he had to be grateful for was a smile and a thanks. He was sweet like that, just happy to be acknowledged.

He is indeed happy to see you, giving you a small wave and unlocking the door as you come into view. When you finally open the door the blast of warm air that hits you from within has you sighing with relief and you’re quick to get in and close the door. You settle into the passenger seat, pleased to find that Ijichi, considerate as always, has it heated and waiting for you.

“That was quick.”

“Same to you, you went all the way to the city and back in that time?” You unintentionally cut off his answer as you cup your hands over the vent to warm them, “God, that’s nice…”

“Oh, here.” Ijichi angles his own vents towards you as well, and the hot air on your face has you sighing happily. He puts one hand on the wheel and the other on the gearshift, readying himself to leave.

“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?”

He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.

Leaning back, you enjoy the heated seats fully as you press your now warmed hands to your cheeks. You decide to push Ijichi that little bit further, just to see if his face can flush even more, or if he’ll remember what he was about to do before you have to remind him. “You really are the best.”

“You’re the best.”

This time you’re the one caught off guard. He always thanked you, profusely even, but this seemed forward by his standards. Still, you take the compliment with a smile, and it seems to open a floodgate of things you guess he had wanted to say for some time.

“And you’re kind, and I appreciate that you always say hello to me, and when I pick you up you’re there waiting, and if you’re not you answer your phone right away.”

You’re taken aback, that Ijichi was thanking you for all of these mundane things and that he looked so tense through it all, gripping the steering wheel like he was making some kind of deep confession. It’s cute, he’s cute. So you decide to tell him that.

“You’re so cute, Ijichi.”

He lets out a shaky breath, as if you’d said something lewd to him, then looks straight ahead through the windshield and you aren’t sure whether he’s embarrassed at the noise he’s made or processing how to feel. When he turns to look at you he looks gravely serious.

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

His blush deepens and you swear his glasses are on the verge of fogging up. It only makes you want more of that look of his, so you make a bold choice, leaning closer to him and resting your arm on the centre console as you speak.

“Kiyotaka Ijichi, you are very, very, very cute.”

His lashes flutter and his eyelids get heavy, and you swear he’s holding his breath now. He glances down at your mouth, and that’s all the go ahead you needed right now to lean in closer and press a kiss to his lips. They’re soft, softer than you’d expected, and when he doesn’t move to deepen the kiss you pull back to check you hadn’t misread this or the dozens of other similar situations with him. Just as you begin to ask if he was okay with that, it’s as if his body suddenly catches up to his brain and he wipes his palms on his slacks, then holds your face gently as he finally kisses you back.

His glasses are slightly displaced as he does and he’s quick to take them off, setting them on the dash as he returns to press his lips to yours. They’re gentle kisses, small pecks while he holds your face as though it were far too delicate for his hands, and when you finally trace your tongue along his lips and he opens them you realise he’d only been trying to keep in the very moan he lets out and into your mouth.

The volume of it surprises you, and embarrasses him as he pulls back, putting his hands back on the steering wheel and facing forward, eyes shut tightly. You can see from his tensed posture he must be chastising himself internally for acting so desperate, and you know he still hasn’t understood that that’s exactly what you like about him. But if it’s reassurance he needs, you’re more than happy to provide.

“Kiyotaka…” you rarely use his given name so often, and hearing it in such a serious tone gives you his full attention immediately. You place a hand on one of his cheeks, kissing the other one, and his expression softens from nervous to happy again. “You worry too much.”

You kiss his cheek again, this time lower down. Then a few more times along his jawline, stopping just short of his neck. “I like you.”

When you tickle at his neck with the tip of your tongue and he arches his back, you feel proud of him for not having that flash of embarrassment come back as he gives in to the feel of your mouth on him. Instead, he asks for more in his own way, “You do?”

“Yes, and I like kissing you.” You suck gently at his neck and he chokes back another moan by biting at his lips. “Do you like it too?”

He nods, and that’s enough for you for now as you deepen your kisses. When you place a hand on his leg he swallows hard and you rub and squeeze at his thigh. In the back of your mind you wonder just how dark the marks you’re leaving on his neck will be, and wonder if he’ll feel as proud as you suspect you will at not being able to hide them - but at the forefront of your mind is the more pressing matter of Ijichi nearly panting from the way you’re touching and kissing him. When you ride your hand up his thigh and he finally lets a moan slip past his lips your heart skips a beat.

You chuckle, and your breath tickling his neck has him breaking out in a full body shiver. “The sounds you’re making are cute too.”

He brings a hand to his cheeks, as though checking just how hot they’d gotten with the flurry of praise he’d just received. “Th-thank you.”

“Can I touch you?” You’re already touching him, hand riding further up his thigh and fingers just stroking against his balls through his trousers. He knows what you mean though and nods enthusiastically. You trace gentle circles over him, smiling as it sends more shivers through his body. As you lean back you notice how his jacket obscures a proper view at the outline of his cock, but you slide your hand underneath to savour the surprise rather than remove all obstacles at once.

Ijichi seems to be hanging onto your every breath, eyes flicking between your face and your hands, sure to look down whenever you glanced up at him. You swallow, he swallows too, you lick your lips, he does the same. When you brush your fingers up his length and find he’s already left a sizable wet patch in his pants you smile, and feel a sense of delight at how his cock twitches when you do. So much precome and you had only just started touching him properly.

“Poor Ijichi, it’s like you’ve been hard all day.”

“I haven’t, it’s- it’s just since you got in the car. I mean-“ he opens and closes his mouth, wanting to explain himself, to assure you that he wasn’t some pervert who got hard at the sight of you. “It’s just… when you thanked me. I appreciated it.”

He hadn’t explained away anything, in fact you were even more certain that your dear Ijichi had some less than hidden kinks. “Well, I appreciate you.”

There it is again, his cock throbbing against your hand, and it makes you want more.

“And I think you work harder than a lot of us realise.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Your words, accompanied by your hand stroking him through his clothes, has him squirming and it only makes you want more. “Why don’t you take off your jacket.”

He doesn’t seem to catch on at first, so wrapped up in the praise he’s somehow forgotten you have your hand on his cock, but when it clicks he’s quick to catch up with the lost seconds.

“Yes ma’am.” As he takes off his coat in a scramble he winces at his own words embarrassment returning, “I mean-“

“Good boy.” You knew what he meant and knew what he wanted, but still didn’t expect the sound he let out when you said it. A horny little whine from sweet Ijichi, and you hadn’t even touched him properly yet. “Can I make you cum?”

Of course that’s where you were going with this, but he still stares at you blankly for a moment and you can’t help teasing him for it. “Is that a no?”

“No, no. I mean yes, you can, if you want? You don’t have to.”

“I’d love to. It’s the least I can do to thank you for all of your hard work.”

He’s bordering on frantic, shoving his coat into the back seat, unbuckling his pants with shaking hands, thanking you like you weren’t as excited to touch him as he was to be touched. He struggles to unbutton them, but once that’s done he makes quick work of the zipper and pulls his cock out.

There’s no hiding your delight at finally seeing it. It was as cute as the rest of him and your pleased gasp has it twitching so hard it taps his stomach, bead of precum at the salmon coloured tip leaving a string connecting it where it had touched his shirt. It’s modest, if you could describe a dick in such a way, and it suits him. Uncut, no curve to speak of but a sizeable, glistening head, not especially veiny, and big enough to presumably get the job done but small enough that you think you could fit the whole thing in your mouth while barely having him in your throat. Though you suspect something like that would have him cumming on the spot.

“You’ve got a pretty cock, Ijichi.” You lock eyes with him and this time he doesn’t avert his gaze, and you can tell he’d been desperately watching your reaction, hoping that he was good enough.

“Oh,” it wasn’t a compliment he’d ever expected to receive but he takes it gladly, “thank you, you’re very pretty.”

“Ijichiiii…” you’ve long ago caught on to his reaction to the way you say his name. In the past you’d only noticed a blush spread across his face, an averted gaze, now you were wondering if you’d made his dick twitch every time. “You’re so sweet.”

It only feels right to give him one last peck on the cheek as thanks, before you begin thanking him properly. You’re gentle at first, grip so loose as you move your hand up and down, it would tickle if you were touching him anywhere else like this, but your touch already has his thighs tensing.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes…” he’s suddenly whispering, even though there’s no one around to hear him but you.

You hover your thumb over the head of his cock for a moment before swirling round it gently. He’s sensitive, and even that seems to be too much as he shivers and whimpers at the touch. His tip is given some relief for a moment as you slide your hand down to the base, gripping him firmly as you stroke upward slowly, watching another bead of precum emerge. Wiping your thumb over it you bring it to his mouth, and he doesn’t hesitate to part his lips for you to slide your finger over his tongue. When he tightens his lips around your thumb, sucking gently, he looks down, unable to meet your eyes while he does. The fact that he’d done it without you even having to ask has your thighs clenching together with excitement.

“Does that taste nice, Ijichi?”

He shuts his eyes completely as he nods, letting you slide your thumb back and forth against his tongue for a moment before pulling it out with a wet pop. You grip his cock again, and he isn’t prepared for you finally stroking him properly, moaning and gasping at the feel of it.

“Do you want me to taste you too?”

“What?” He’s still somehow taken aback, as if you weren’t already clearly trying to pleasure him.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He nods, choking on words as you stroke him harder and faster. You let him enjoy the feel of your hand for a few moments more before deciding a simple nod is not enough. You halt your movements, savouring the feel of his throbbing cock and he looks at you as though he might cry.

“Then say it for me.”

“Please, please, please.” You can hear his toes curling from the soft squeak of his patent leather shoes, knees bouncing as he whimpers for you - and you realise he was already on the verge of cumming before you’d stopped.

“You can do better than that, Ijichi, ask me to suck your cock.”

He whines, fighting against himself to just ask for what he clearly wants, cock still throbbing in your hand. Then, he makes a half-whispered attempt, “Please suck me.”

Your disappointed face has him looking distraught, pathetic even, in his desperation to please you and be pleased by you. He doesn’t make you ask him again, taking in a shaky breath then crying out, “Please suck my cock!”

“Of course, Ijichi, anything for you.” Yet again your words have him moaning, even as your hand stays steady, and you readjust in your seat so you can bend down and take him into your mouth.

As your lips wrap around the head of his cock and move slowly down he places a gentle hand on your head, holding your hair back and panting out a barely comprehensible string of thanks. The hand that had been gripping him moves to squeeze at his balls through his slacks as you find you were correct in guessing you could take his cock all the way to your throat with relative ease. You suck your cheeks in, tongue swirling along the shaft before you begin bobbing up and down.

It’s immediately clear that you were also correct in guessing that Ijichi would only be able to handle so much, and you can feel his balls tightening already as you suck. He tries to warm you but it’s clear his impending orgasm is more surprising to him than to you.

“I’m close- ‘mmm cumming!” The words are barely out before he’s filling your mouth, and you take him as deep as you can to swallow the rest. He squirms and groans and whimpers and it’s all music to your ears. You suck him through his orgasm until he’s spent, twitching, whining, letting out soft little pleas before you sit up.

The sight of him gives you butterflies - face red, eyes watery, panting and completely exhausted by the experience. You sit back, wanting to give him a chance to recover without further overstimulation, but he stops you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. His palms are clammy, and he’s still catching his breath, but it’s sweet. When he pulls back he wipes at your mouth, kissing you between attempts to dry your chin of drool.

You let him, enjoying the look of concentration and tenderness battling with his exhaustion before you kiss him again and sit back into your seat. He does the same, letting out a happy sigh and looking the most relaxed you’d ever seen him.

“Thank you.”

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CHAPTER 2

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Hello!! I just read your Nanami headcanons, and ahhhh, it was so good!! The romantic vacation one 🫠

Could I put in a request for similar SFW & NSFW he's but with Ijichi Kiyotaka? I just adore him sm <333

Kiyotaka Head-cannons!! (SFW & NSFW)

I always thought this guy was cute but never managed to remember his name 😭here's ur hcs!!!

SFW

He's clumsy- constantly. That dish in the sink? Broken. Flower pot? Shattered. He doesn't do it on purpose! He tries to clean up around the house so you won't have to but sometimes he's a bit heavy handed from his nerves.

Speaking of nerves, his social anxiety is off the charts. Agoraphobia is something he's been working through with your help, he's gotten to the point where as long as you're there he can be anywhere.

He overthinks a lot so you often have to reassure him that he's more than enough, and when you do he'll always bury his face in your shoulder or neck and hum happily.

He gets headaches when he takes off his glasses, especially after long shifts. He'll groan and lay his head on his desk. He doesn't like worrying you so most of the time he'll just pop a few pain meds into his mouth, chug a glass of water, and get back to work.

He overworks himself without realizing it. Sometimes you wake up to the sound of him clicking his computer keys beside you. "Sorry Darling, I'll be done in a minute," he always tells you but when you wake up to cook breakfast you see him in the same spot, typing away. Eventually you started limiting his screen-time to six hours.

He's a sucker for holding hands. Your hands are so soft, skin so silky. He'd hold them forever if he could.

He thought about going to the gym because he was insecure about how slender he is, but all it took was a compliment from you to change his mind. You told him you liked how lanky he was and his cheeks flushed.

He likes coming home to dinner and always makes sure he can. He'll call you thirty-minutes before his shift ends just to see what you're cooking. He gets excited when you tell him you're cooking his favorite and has to force himself not to speed home. "You cooked Udon? Have I told you how much I love you?"

He can't handle spicy foods at all. One bite and his entire face puffs up and turns neon red. One time he accidently put chili flakes in his ramen and had to go to the emergency room.

NSFW (HELLA KINKY STUFF AHEAD BECAUSE I KNOW HE'S A F.R.E.A.K.)

He doesn't just like your hands, he loves them. Wrapped around his throat, his wrists, his cock- sometimes he'll kiss and suck on your palms just to get off. He likes being choked, feeling your rings bruise his throat turns him on, especially when you whisper degrading praises in his ears.

He's a loud lover. You've gotten complaints from apartments above and below you but there's no shutting him up.

You know what they say about long, tall men. His member is the size of his forearm. What he lacks in girth he more than makes up for in length.

Definitely shops on AdamandEve's, waits for a sale and next thing you know there's boxes of toys on your porch. When you ask him about it he'll be too embarrassed to tell you what he brought but when you open the box he begs to try everything at least once. You agree but draw the line at the tentacle dildo.

He can't handle head, he's too sensitive. He prefers handjobs, especially when you squeeze his shaft between those sweet fingers and stroke him slowly. When you tease his tip he's a goner, cumming seconds because he can't hold it in.

He begged you to eat your ass for weeks and when you finally let him he devoured. He likes anal so much because he gets to grip and play with your ass while watching it recoil against his waist. You couldn't walk straight for a week because eating your ass turned into anal and pussy fingering.

Speaking of fingering, he's amazing at it. He'll curl and twist his fingers inside of you until he finds your sweet spot and then push against it. Making you cum is only the beginning, he doesn't stop until your thighs tremble and you're blacking out.

He likes fucking in public, even if it's just a quickie. He'll make five minutes feel like five hours, ramming into you and whining when you pull away. "Please...can't we just keep going?" He'll beg when you remind him you're in the corner of a store. "Y/N, please..." You sigh and give in. You end up holding onto the railing in the dressing room for dear life as he fucks you from the back. "Your back is so pretty in this top...let me buy it for you." He says in between grunts.

One time he saw you talking to a buff man and asked if he could watch the two of you fuck. You didn't even know what to address first. "I know you'd never cheat! I was just- I was thinking how nice it'd be to watch you be..." He throws his hands up in surrender when you glare at him, "Just a thought!". Cuck.

He likes watching you masturbate.

You gave him a footjob once because he wanted to try it. You found out he's horrendously down bad and that you're not a fan of cum between your toes. He offered to suck them clean, you smacked him with a pillow in response.

You walked in on him collecting your dirty panties from the laundry basket once. He swore he was just organizing the clothes before washing but you swore you saw him taking a big whiff before you walked in and saw a bulge in his pants.

He's a bit perverted at times, but he's so cute when he cums that you let him get away with it.

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someone like ijichi isn't supposed to be with someone like you. you're the kindest and loveliest person he knows. always enveloped in an aura of warmth and comfort; everyone loved you. the students, the teachers, even the higher ups at the very least somewhat respected you. you're absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. everything about you screamed beautiful, inside and out.

and ijichi? well, he's more just drop-dead.

your presence lights up rooms, and your laughter sparks joy in even the coldest of hearts. your beauty was enough to launch ten thousand ships. you would've been perfect with someone like gojo, who's exuberant and lively. or even nanami whose steadfastness and maturity would've allowed you to flourish. instead, you were stuck with him. just boring, jittery ijichi.

he feels selfish, holding onto you so tightly. ijichi doesn't know what miracles he performed in his previous life to deserve you, but if death took him by the hand, his other would be grasping yours, refusing to let go.

you love him, of this he is certain. how can he not believe you when you hold him so tenderly under the pale moonlight. you're unashamed in the way you flaunt your love, the way you flaunt him.

he's never believed himself to be special, quite the opposite, in fact, but the way your eyes shine when you look at him, he feels like he's the only man on earth. he's suddenly orpheus, navigating through the hell that is earth, just to see you smile once more.

he doesn't quite believe he's all yours at times, and you, his. ijichi fears he can't give you the love you deserve, but in the name of everything that's holy, he'll never stop loving you. and if there's a life after this one, he'll wait for you and love you then, too.

at the end of every incredibly exhausting day, he comes home, almost falling into your welcome arms. he sighs and kisses every bit of skin he can reach. every inch of his body finally relaxes into his sweet homeland. an eternal bliss radiating through his body.

he's finally returned to his ithaca.

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You Remind Him of Hello Kitty

Synopsis: Ijichi is on the way back from a mission and he buys you something cute.