"choke me?"
gn reader x jjk men: asking him to choke you
characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso
content: EXPLICIT NSFW (MDNI), choking, dirty talk, roughness, possessiveness, aftercare, praise, body worship, overstimulation
SATORU GOJO
Satoru likes to treat it like some kind of challenge - for both of you. He likes to see how long you can hold your breath, or see how long you can go before the lack of blood to your brain almost makes you pass out. He likes seeing how red your face gets, and he's so snarky and mean with his little comments. He calls you his little cherry tomato once, and you threaten to call the whole thing off if he doesn't stop killing the vibe.
It's a challenge for him, too, because he's always struggled with self-restraint when it comes to you. When you get all red, and out of breath, and teary-eyed, and drooling, it's difficult for him to not just let go and fuck you into the mattress with his hands permanently cuffed around your neck. He doesn't always stop himself from giving into that desire, though, and it leaves you sore but satisfied on the bed's covers. For how much of an asshole he was during, Satoru's fairly sweet afterwards. Your neck is sore, maybe a little bruised, and while he enjoys the look, he doesn't like the idea that he struggles to hold his strength back so much. At the end of the day, he's the strongest: it'd be easy for him to kill you doing this. So he treats you gently afterwards, massages your neck and loosely wraps a warm, damp towel around it. He cheers you up with annoying quips and jokes, and you fall asleep with his long arms wrapped around you, chest-to-back.
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SUGURU GETO
It's a surprise to him: he's no prude (far from it), but he's still a little shocked when you ask it of him. Surprise aside, he doesn't hesitate to not only indulge, but enjoy.
Your pulse is his favourite thing about it. Maybe it's partly for sappy reasons, partly for power reasons, but he enjoys being able to feel your pulse beneath his fingers. Enjoys letting you breathe so that you can make pretty little noises for him, and his grip isn't all too tight. It won't bruise. Just a red mark. That's more than enough for him. He prefers his bruises to be in the shape of teeth, anyway.
Suguru's a tease, though. The redness of your face is just as much from his words as it is from the restriction of blood to your head, and he barely touches you besides the grip on your neck. His words are enough to rile you up, make you squirm beneath him, and that sly smirk on his face lets you know that your reactions make him more than happy. You're so dirty, asking me for this. Do you want me to fuck you while I do it? I bet you'd be so tight around me. I can see how much you're dripping. So desperate.
Suguru touches you more, eventually, but he doesn't fuck you. He's too much of a tease. But he gets you off, one hand on your neck, the other hard at work pleasuring you, and the yell you release sounds broken up when you finally tip over the each. Suguru thinks it's one of his most favourite sounds you've made.
Of course, he's sweet in the aftermath. Attentive and knowledgeable on the aftercare of such a thing. A warm, damp towel, a cup of tea, and plenty of kisses pressed to most parts of your body. He plays with your hair in bed, your head resting against his broad chest, and he enjoys watching you fall asleep with a peaceful and content expression.
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KENTO NANAMI
Kento is hesitant. Not due to a lack of interest, but because he's never done it before. The last thing he wants is to seriously hurt you, and he makes sure the two of you have a nice talk beforehand about letting each other know when it becomes too much. A visual safe "word" is established, and then Kento feels more than comfortable to proceed.
He has strong hands. It'd be easy to hurt you, if he tried, but Kento is as gentle as can be. Especially at first. It's intimate: his hands are everywhere but your neck at first, and it's like he's introducing you to them before he wraps his fingers around your throat and administers a light squeeze.
Even for a well-composed man, Kento's visibly affected by the state of you. The shaky, almost-wheezing breath you let out when he holds onto your neck for the first time, and his hand finds a comfortable, safe grip easily enough. He'd done his research beforehand. He wants you both to enjoy this, and he talks you through it with such kind, sweet words that it makes your head spin.
"You're doing so good, baby. I love the way you feel in my hands. I love making you feel good like this. Do you want to come with me?"
Through and through, Kento is attentive, and your mind spins as he gently fucks you toward a slow, satisfying climax. His hands rarely, if ever, leave your neck. He gives you plenty of breaks, but his hands still linger during them. The pads of his calloused fingers caress your skin, sometimes tracing the shape of your jaw, and his lips can never stay very far away from yours. When you come, it's with his dick buried deep inside you, and his lips against yours to swallow your moans.
He makes you tea, and asks you if you're alright. Gently, he massages your neck. There's barely even a red mark to be seen, but he knows you don't mind the lack of roughness. Maybe, in the future, he'll be more comfortable with it. Right now, he prefers to treat you like fragile porcelain until you build up to more. You fall asleep with your head in his lap, and he reads a few pages of the book he's currently working through as you drift away.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO
It's nothing Toji hasn't done before. If anything, it's tame, and he makes fun of you a little for asking him like that. As if you need to ask me.
Toji is rough, and he fucks you like he's claiming you while his hands grip your neck. It seems wild, but it isn't: he knows when to loosen his grip and let you breathe, and he's paying attention to when it looks like you might be getting close to passing out. There's bruising, clear as day, far before the end of your little session, and you have a feeling your neck won't be the only thing bruised by the end of this with how hard his hips drive against yours. The room fills with the sound of grunts, and choked moans, and skin harshly hitting skin. When Toji speaks, it's low against your ear: You like that, don't you? You wanna get treated rough? Like the slut you are? Want me to break you?
When the two of you come, Toji makes sure his grip on your neck is the tightest it's been. Not a single noise comes out of you, and if you weren't currently barrelling through one of the roughest orgasms of your life, you'd worry he might've fucking broken something. But everything winds down, the two of you panting and drenched in sweat, and while you certainly feel sore, nothing's broken. Thankfully.
The aftercare is a little lazy, if only because Toji gets tired after sex. He can go as many rounds as you want, but if you're done? He's passing out. So while he does give your neck a small rub and gives you a limp pat on the shoulder, he's just as quickly flopping down next to you on the bed and sleeping within the minute.
Oh well. At least it was fun. He'll make you a cup of tea come morning, when he wakes up before you and makes breakfast.
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CHOSO
He doesn't get it. In all honesty, sex is pretty simple for him. You feel good together, get off, and then cuddle for a while. For him, it doesn't need to be any more complicated than that. But you suggest it and, while he doesn't really get it, he's willing to try anything. Though, he does look it up a little first. So he doesn't do it wrong.
Choso is infatuated once he does it, though. He's so painfully aware of your pulse, of the way your blood struggles to travel to your brain, and it makes him hard as a fucking rock. More than that, he looks at your face, and you're loving it. He almost looks nervous as he stares down at you, but you know what that expression means: it just means he's struggling to hold back. That he's probably feeling just as good as you right now, and he's not even being touched.
Of course, he eventually fucks you while he chokes you. How couldn't he? The way you twitch and tighten around him is so unique from the way you do so when you usually have sex, and he's so clearly revelling in this new experience. He's losing himself to it, and you can feel the movements of his hips grow sloppy the further along you two get. Embarrassingly enough, he realises too late that he hasn't kissed you this whole time, and he makes sure to lock lips with you right before his hips stutter and press flush against yours when he comes. He swallows your moan just as you swallow his, and from where your hands have founds their place on his chest, you feel him tremble and fall apart on top of you.
Aftercare is late, tonight. Usually, you don't need much of it. This is the first time you've tried anything on the kinky side of things. Choso's always so overwhelmed when you fuck: he gets too into it, too worked up, and he ends up with his face hidden in the crook of your neck while you play with his hair. When he pulls himself together, though, he takes note of the redness on your neck. I'm sorry. You laugh, and tell him that's normal. Don't worry about it. He takes your word for it. Gets you some tea when you tell him your throat is sore, and he holds you gently to his chest that night, making fall to fall asleep after you.
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let's stay warm together
gn reader x choso: curling up by the fire with your beloved
words: 700~
There's a clear difference in warmth between upstairs, where you've been sleeping, and downstairs, where the fireplace is. The heating hasn't been working properly lately, and while it really is the most inconvenient time of year for it to start acting up, you and Choso have been dealing with it. The fireplace downstairs helps, and you have plenty of blankets to smother yourselves in. Being close to each other helps, too, and Choso makes hot drinks for you every day, whether it's tea, or coffee, or hot chocolate. It's not exactly good for you to drink every single day, but it keeps you warm. Choso doesn't enjoy seeing you shiver. The cold affects you more than it affects him. He always runs hot. Your own personal radiator. It means less cuddles come summer, but it's perfect this time of year.
But when you wake up, there's a distinct lack of warmth in the bed. Even with the duvet and the blanket, there's a chill that settles into your bones, and it's not the most pleasant of awakenings. Especially when paired with the fact that it's still dark, and you're hoping that just means it's early morning as you roll over, hand flailing at the bedside table for your phone. You squint at the light of the screen.
2:14 AM. Great.
The cold will make it more difficult to get back to sleep now, and while you are planning on going back to sleep, you figure you might as well figure out where your radiator has gone. Throwing the covers off of you, you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, and you grab one of the blankets to wrap around your shoulders before you head out of the room. He's not in the bathroom, or anywhere else upstairs, so you head down.
There's a soft, warm light seeping into the hallway from the living room. Warm in hue, and warm in feeling. You feel it as soon as you step into the doorway, something far more pleasant than the cool air upstairs, and it's almost enough to convince you to just fall asleep on the couch.
But when you glance toward the couch, you see it already has an occupant. Sitting up, the light of the fire reflecting off of loose, brown locks.
"Can't sleep?"
It's spoken gently enough that if he were asleep, it likely wouldn't wake him up. The figure moves, though, perked up by your voice, and his head turns in order to look over the back of the couch toward you. A tired face, but soft. He looks his softest when he's tired, or relaxed. Right now, it looks like he's both.
"Mm," he lets out an affirmative hum, and as you approach the couch from behind, you take note of the blanket sprawled across his lap. More for comfort than warmth. "You?"
"It's cold."
"... Sorry."
"It's fine. I know you just didn't wanna wake me up just because you couldn't sleep. You still have to put up with me, though."
Put up with you. Choso seems amused by the wording, a huff of air harshly leaving his nose, and there's a gentle smile playing at his lips as you sit down next to him. You're immediately cuddling up to his side, and you open up your blanket so that you can wrap it around him as well. Less to keep him warm, and more just to make sure you're as close as can be.
Choso's as warm as he always is. He warms you more than the fire itself, and he's twice as pleasant to look at when you glance up from where you've rested your head on his shoulder. He catches you looking, his own gaze drifting toward you, and he seems peaceful like this. Happy and content. An arm wraps around you, securely keeping you close. A thumb rubs your back with soothing, consistent circles, and his head tilts to gently rest on top of yours.
The two of you don't need to speak. There are no unspoken I love you's between you, because they linger wordlessly in the air like heat. It rises and fills the room, and so you both know you don't need to say anything.
Besides, you're too tired to talk, and it'd ruin this perfect atmosphere created between you.
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