whoskimii

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

i'm cooking a lot of things yall, stay tuned babies!!

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. cuddling in the middle of a stormy night <3 nicknames (baby, sweetheart). tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru stirred awake, a quiet yawn escaping him. his very first instinct was to tighten the hold he had around you. as he pulled you closer, he buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your strawberry shampoo.

it had a sweet aroma, mixed with a creamy undertone. he felt his heavy eyelids fluttering as the pleasant, fruity smell made its way to his nose. he loved that shampoo. sure, it must've been a shampoo first thing first but to him, it resembled you. sweet and lovely. yeah, you shared traits with a literal shampoo.

the tip of his nose gently brushed against your velvety hair as he kissed your forehead. he tried his best not to wake you up but the noisy storm outside ruined his efforts. shit.

as he felt you shifting in his arms, he kissed your cheek. "it's just a storm, baby," he whispered lazily. "don't worry." he smiled softly as you let out a breathy hum. "mhm... 'toru...?" your head lifted a little, your pretty eyes meeting his. "yeah, it's me. your 'toru."

your hands weakly clenched around the t-shirt he was wearing. "m'tired..." satoru nodded. "i know you are, baby," he hummed. "i know."

his left hand made its way to your hip. soon enough, his fingers subconsciously traced the elastic band of your panties. "you comfy ?" he asked calmly. as you nodded slowly, he gently guided your head to his chest. "m'here. i'm staying, 'kay ?"

satoru's lips found yours. you both shared a lazy yet sweet kiss before pulling away. you settled back against his chest and at the same time, the storm made its presence known a second time. "go back to sleep, sweetheart. m'still gonna be here when you wake up." you lifted your head, chin resting on his torso. "promise ?" you asked. "always."

always.

i've got many ideas but feel free to send requests my loves <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

currently out but i can't stop thinking 'bout satoru :( (am i cooked)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. fluff! you're both literally made for each other it's disgustingly sweet ⋋_⋌ just two sleepy lovebirds. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru is so, so sleepy. when he woke up, his first instinct was to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. 5:27.

with a sigh, he let himself fall back on the bed, back first. like hell, he was gonna start his day so early in the morning.

when he looked to his side, there you were. lookin' divine under the morning light, sleeping peacefully. your lips were slightly parted, soft, slow breaths filling his ears. he couldn't stop the lazy smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

even unconscious, you made him happy. how was he supposed to let you go ? he didn't want to. never in a million years.

satoru buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your comforting scent. you were so soft it almost made him cry. you were his angel, his treasure. sure, he was the strongest but if you asked him to kneel for you and worship the literal floor you walked on, he'd do it without second thought.

he was already at your feet, anyway. everything you did made him fall harder. you smiled ? he'd take pictures. you laughed ? wait, let him record. you just breathed ? he'd blush, giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. honestly all you have to do is exist and he's flustered.

so when you stirred awake and opened your pretty eyes, satoru felt himself melting. he smiled subconsciously, caressing your cheek as he looked down at you. "morning, baby..." he mumbled. "mhm... what time is it...?" you asked, which caused him to look back at the clock. "5:30."

you frowned softly, snuggling into his side. "s'too early..." as he heard your sleepy voice, he chuckled softly. "s'too early, huh ?" he echoed. "yeah, you're right. c'mere. i wanna cuddle."

what could possibly be better than cuddling to fall back asleep ? yeah, that's what i thought.

ignoring everything that happened in jjk ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

can we just take a minute to appreciate how cuddly megumi would be when he's sleepy :(

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > megumi x you. pure fluff!! he's so soft. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

poor megumi would be so tired. like, hey ! it's not that easy to be a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and a student at the same time.

he needs some rest. and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to take little nappy naps in your arms. yeah, he's just that needy when he's exhausted.

"hey, where you goin'..." he mumbled into the pillow as you were about to leave the bed. "i'm thirsty, meg—" he cut you mid-sentence. "drink later."

of course, you obliged and laid back down. you didn't want to irritate your sleepy boyfriend. he already had too much weight on his shoulders, and adding some more wasn't the best option on the table.

he instantly nuzzled his face in your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. "m'tired..." he mumbled. "i know you are." you replied quietly, caressing his dark hair.

sometimes, you forgot how needy he could be. but you didn't complain. never. maybe that's why megumi loved you so much. but the funny thing is that he'd always deny how clingy he was. he just didn't want to admit it because you always teased him. but deep down, he knew you were right.

he couldn't help himself. how could he ? you were just so soft, so warm. you felt like a dream. sometimes, he'd even say the most romantic, adorable, heart-wrenching thing before going to whatever thing he was doing. he was just so clueless. "y'know, being with you feels like home. i'm home." he said before going back to brushing his teeth.

but you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world <3

ahhUHHGH megumi is so cute i wanna eat him up

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ small thought

just a sloppy lil' thing to feed my children

˖˚₊ warnings ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ fluff-ish smut (?) ahead, p in v, implied unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy :3), overall soft toji for a change.

we all picture toji liking messy, dirty sex, right ?

sure, he loves a good session of nice, hard sex. he loves having your legs over his shoulders because the position allows him to slide in deeper and hit that sweet spot of yours.

loves it when you whimper his name over and over again. he never gets tired of the way you let out a small gasp right when you're about to cum.

could listen to it all day, really.

but can we please picture a soft, loving toji ?

maybe that thought isn't the most familiar but i think that this hunk of a man would like to settle down at some point. he's not as young as he used to be, he's aware of that. hasn't got the same endless stamina anymore.

without sleepy sex very early in the morning, toji would be nothing. not even worth a cent (literally :3)

he loves the way you don't share a word and yet, you're still able to communicate with each other. just with mere lingering kisses and needy caresses.

lives for the way your knees press into his sides when he gently enters you. :( he hugs you, letting his lips glide along your skin as he slowly thrusts up your little hole. whispers soft praises into your ear because poor man knows his cock isn't the easiest to take.

he would hate it if his baby felt pain. that's why he's gentle.

besides, he knows his darling gets overwhelmed easily.

the calloused pads of his fingers play with your twitchy clit. the way you clench around him has his cock pulsating inside you.

he loved messy sex when he was younger. but now, it's time to settle down.

[whoskimii]

Hi girlie! I wanna start this off by saying I’m not hating on you in any way, I love love love your writing but I just thought that I should bring this to your attention. I noticed that in a few or a small amounts of posts, you use the ‘cunnie/cunny’ and I just wanted to let you know that this is a term that a lot of ch*ld predators use to refer to the genitals of little children and/or young teenagers. As someone who works someone closely to this field, I’m in no way telling you to stop using the word entirely, but simply to be careful of how you use it in social media because you may attract the wrong crowd to your posts, especially in twitter (if you have it) I would avoid using it entirely. Love you girlie and have a great day!💕

hello, baby girl ᵎᵎ first off, i want to thank you for your compliment. i’m doing my best for you. ❤︎ also, thank you so much for the warning, because i had absolutely no idea. i would've never used this word otherwise. do not worry, i don’t have twitter, by the way. in order to fix that, i reread all of my posts to check if it appeared, it took me a long time but it was worth it. i replaced it by safe words. i wouldn’t want to attract the wrong people in here. thank you again for telling me, have a good journey on my blog ᵎᵎ

[whoskimii]

kento was actually going for another round, but he figured you’d need a little break. how thoughtful. ❤︎

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

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[whoskimii]

i'm cooking a lot of things yall, stay tuned babies!!

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. cuddling in the middle of a stormy night <3 nicknames (baby, sweetheart). tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru stirred awake, a quiet yawn escaping him. his very first instinct was to tighten the hold he had around you. as he pulled you closer, he buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your strawberry shampoo.

it had a sweet aroma, mixed with a creamy undertone. he felt his heavy eyelids fluttering as the pleasant, fruity smell made its way to his nose. he loved that shampoo. sure, it must've been a shampoo first thing first but to him, it resembled you. sweet and lovely. yeah, you shared traits with a literal shampoo.

the tip of his nose gently brushed against your velvety hair as he kissed your forehead. he tried his best not to wake you up but the noisy storm outside ruined his efforts. shit.

as he felt you shifting in his arms, he kissed your cheek. "it's just a storm, baby," he whispered lazily. "don't worry." he smiled softly as you let out a breathy hum. "mhm... 'toru...?" your head lifted a little, your pretty eyes meeting his. "yeah, it's me. your 'toru."

your hands weakly clenched around the t-shirt he was wearing. "m'tired..." satoru nodded. "i know you are, baby," he hummed. "i know."

his left hand made its way to your hip. soon enough, his fingers subconsciously traced the elastic band of your panties. "you comfy ?" he asked calmly. as you nodded slowly, he gently guided your head to his chest. "m'here. i'm staying, 'kay ?"

satoru's lips found yours. you both shared a lazy yet sweet kiss before pulling away. you settled back against his chest and at the same time, the storm made its presence known a second time. "go back to sleep, sweetheart. m'still gonna be here when you wake up." you lifted your head, chin resting on his torso. "promise ?" you asked. "always."

always.

i've got many ideas but feel free to send requests my loves <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

currently out but i can't stop thinking 'bout satoru :( (am i cooked)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > satoru x you. fluff! you're both literally made for each other it's disgustingly sweet ⋋_⋌ just two sleepy lovebirds. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

satoru is so, so sleepy. when he woke up, his first instinct was to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. 5:27.

with a sigh, he let himself fall back on the bed, back first. like hell, he was gonna start his day so early in the morning.

when he looked to his side, there you were. lookin' divine under the morning light, sleeping peacefully. your lips were slightly parted, soft, slow breaths filling his ears. he couldn't stop the lazy smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

even unconscious, you made him happy. how was he supposed to let you go ? he didn't want to. never in a million years.

satoru buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your comforting scent. you were so soft it almost made him cry. you were his angel, his treasure. sure, he was the strongest but if you asked him to kneel for you and worship the literal floor you walked on, he'd do it without second thought.

he was already at your feet, anyway. everything you did made him fall harder. you smiled ? he'd take pictures. you laughed ? wait, let him record. you just breathed ? he'd blush, giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. honestly all you have to do is exist and he's flustered.

so when you stirred awake and opened your pretty eyes, satoru felt himself melting. he smiled subconsciously, caressing your cheek as he looked down at you. "morning, baby..." he mumbled. "mhm... what time is it...?" you asked, which caused him to look back at the clock. "5:30."

you frowned softly, snuggling into his side. "s'too early..." as he heard your sleepy voice, he chuckled softly. "s'too early, huh ?" he echoed. "yeah, you're right. c'mere. i wanna cuddle."

what could possibly be better than cuddling to fall back asleep ? yeah, that's what i thought.

ignoring everything that happened in jjk ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

can we just take a minute to appreciate how cuddly megumi would be when he's sleepy :(

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > megumi x you. pure fluff!! he's so soft. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

poor megumi would be so tired. like, hey ! it's not that easy to be a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and a student at the same time.

he needs some rest. and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to take little nappy naps in your arms. yeah, he's just that needy when he's exhausted.

"hey, where you goin'..." he mumbled into the pillow as you were about to leave the bed. "i'm thirsty, meg—" he cut you mid-sentence. "drink later."

of course, you obliged and laid back down. you didn't want to irritate your sleepy boyfriend. he already had too much weight on his shoulders, and adding some more wasn't the best option on the table.

he instantly nuzzled his face in your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. "m'tired..." he mumbled. "i know you are." you replied quietly, caressing his dark hair.

sometimes, you forgot how needy he could be. but you didn't complain. never. maybe that's why megumi loved you so much. but the funny thing is that he'd always deny how clingy he was. he just didn't want to admit it because you always teased him. but deep down, he knew you were right.

he couldn't help himself. how could he ? you were just so soft, so warm. you felt like a dream. sometimes, he'd even say the most romantic, adorable, heart-wrenching thing before going to whatever thing he was doing. he was just so clueless. "y'know, being with you feels like home. i'm home." he said before going back to brushing his teeth.

but you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world <3

ahhUHHGH megumi is so cute i wanna eat him up

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

yuuji and his shy/introverted reader who surprises him by being needy in public and teasing him when his friends aren’t looking and either they sneak somewhere for a quickie or he makes an excuse to go home and DRAGS your ass

#needthat (hope you'll like it cupcake!!)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > yuuji x you. nasty shiii hehe :) yuuji's a bit mean in this. characters are aged up!!! tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

yuuji could sense that something was wrong. well, not wrong but at least that something was different today.

you had been acting weird for whatever reason. you were blushing like crazy, which he found cute of course, but he didn't exactly know why.

the first thing that he noticed was your outfit. you were a shy girl, always have been so it kinda stopped you from wearing things you really wanted to put on to go out. however, today, you didn't seem to mind.

a few hours ago, when you came out of the bedroom, yuuji almost choked. you were wearing a baby pink tank top which showed some cleavage along with a pair of short shorts. he could almost see your ass.

yuuji only complimented you. he didn't tell you to go change. he was ready to fight and he wasn't insecure. hell, he even liked showing off his pretty baby.

you were in a small cafe with yuuji, megumi and nobara. your two friends sat in front of you while you sat beside your boyfriend. yuuji almost coughed when he felt your delicate hand caress his thigh under the table, slowly moving up towards his crotch but never making another move.

first of all, you were teasing him. in public. while your friends were right in front of you. and second of all, you have always been too shy to initiate anything sexual or just remotely suggestive between the two of you. yuuji was always the one who made moves on you, with your consent of course.

and now here you were, getting him all riled up and needy for you in public. megumi and nobara continued talking with each other, unaware of what was happening under the table. yuuji glanced at you warningly. you could even read his eyes. "stop it." he would've said out loud, if only the two other students weren't there.

however, you continued. yuuji almost broke when your pretty manicured fingers traced the outline of his growing hardness. he bit back a sigh and forced himself to act normal. but he reached his breaking point when you were about to slip your hand under his pants.

he grabbed your wrist discreetly. "oh, daaamn," he chuckled nervously. "i forgot to check on my grandpa, today. she's coming with me so we'll see you guys tomorrow ! bye !" nobara and megumi frowned at his words. "isn't your grandpa dead—" nobara didn't have enough time to finish her sentence as you and yuuji were already out of the door. "those two." megumi sighed.

when you and yuuji arrived home, he instantly pinned you to the closest wall. "teasing me in front of them, huh ?" he whispered breathlessly. "you've got no shame." he threw you over his shoulder which made you gasp softly.

he threw you on the couch and climbed on top of you. "so that's why you've been acting weird all day," he figured. "you just wanted my cock." he clicked his tongue as you touched his pants. "don't."

you whined softly. "but yuu'..." he rolled his eyes. "yeah, yeah. i'll fuck you, stop whining." he didn't even bother to pull your shorts off, only leaving them around your legs. "are you fucking..." he scoffed. "you haven't been wearing panties underneath ?"

at your blush, yuuji's hand landed on your plushy ass. "what a slut." he said. "and look at that shirt. dressin' like that even though you knew megumi would be there. what were you tryin' to do, huh ?"

he pulled his pants down just enough. without even bothering to prep you, he pressed his pink tip at your entrance and slid inside you. he let out a quiet hiss. "already this wet and i didn't even touch you. and you say you're shy ?" you whined softly at his words. "i am..." he clicked his tongue again. "yeah ? you are ? you're shy ? acting like a whore but you're shy ?"

he gave hard, fast thrusts, feeling the familiar bubble in his lower stomach already tightening dangerously. "you're not shy. you just don't want to admit how much of a— fuuuck..." he cursed as you clenched around him. "of a slut you are."

you whimpered, eyes rolling back as he hit that little gummy spot that had you drooling. "yeah ? right there ?" he already knew the answer. "oh, yuuji..." you breathed as he lifted your shirt and sucked on your nipple, almost as if milk was about to come out. you let out a pornographic moan. "hear that ? you hear yourself ? don't you dare tell me you're shy, now."

drool slid down your chin. you felt like a cheap whore but you loved it. "yuuji... gonna cum..." you babbled. "yeah ? i can tell. you keep—" he moaned before finishing his sentence. "shit, m'gonna cum too... c'mon, baby..." he played with your clit to get you to climax.

as you finally came around him, moans spilling out of your pretty lips, he came right after you. "fuck, theeere you go... m'all yours, sweet girl..."

when he collapsed on top of you, you wrapped your legs around his waist. "m'shy, yuuji..." he scoffed. "mhm ? let's see that again, then."

were you actually shy ?

we love a pent-up yuuji <33

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

cackles and requests cuddlefucking with size kink toji from my wonderful queen venus

STAWWWP you made me blush (call me that again :3)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > toji x you. filthy filth! he has a size kink <33 also breeding kink ig??? (bonus :3) tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

if toji loved something more than gambling, it was definitely the way you seemed so small beside him. of course, anyone looked tiny next to that man. it wasn't breaking news.

he had an unhealthy obsession with the way he was literally twice your size. he loved knowing the fact that he was able to do whatever he wanted to you and you couldn't fight back. even though he didn't. but only because he loved you tolerated you. it's almost like you were inferior to him, in some way.

he loved pointing that out, whether it's explicitly or implicitly. sometimes when you were cooking and tried to reach for something on a shelf that was way too high for you (poor baby :3), he'd magically appear behind you and place a massive hand on your hip before grabbing what you were looking for. he would lean down and whisper in your ear. "call me if y'need help, doll," he mumbled. "y'know you're way too small for that."

or some other times when you were observing yourself in the mirror, he hugged you from behind. at first glance, it seemed sweet. but he would never miss the chance to wrap his large hand around your throat and squeeze a little. not enough to hurt you but definitely enough to knock the air out of your lungs for a few seconds. he just loved reminding you how strong he was and how weak you were. he was almost taunting you. it was like reminding you of your place, in some sense.

it was a late night when you found yourself cuddling with toji. he loved moments like this— moments when all he could focus on was your size difference.

your back was pressed against his broad, warm chest. his face was tucked in your neck and you could feel his breath tickling your sensitive skin. you were holding a teddy bear, which he hated. yeah, he had literal beef with a damn plushie. he knew how ridiculous he was, especially for a man of his stature but in all honesty, he couldn't give two shits. he just hated the way you'd cuddle it and clutch it to your chest tightly.

the moonlight entered the room through the shutters, creating a cozy atmosphere. he lifted his head from your neck and clicked his tongue as he noticed the teddy bear. he grabbed it and threw it over his head before the plushy landed on the ground with a soft thud. you whined in protest. "toji..." you mumbled.

you were about to sit up but he prevented you from doing so. he held you to his chest and nuzzled his nose in your hair. "pay attention to me," he ordered quietly. "forget 'bout that damn bear. you should throw it, anyway. it's childish."

his words made you scoff. he was the one being childish. "but i like it... was a gift from my grandma..." he chuckled. "yeah ? she's dead, ain't she ? you can throw it away now." you rolled your eyes. "shut up."

he planted slow kisses in your neck, grinding his crotch into your ass. "to'..." you mumbled. "mhm ?" he hummed, his voice muffled by your skin. "m'tired..." he chuckled. "yeah ? don't worry, doll, i'm 'boutta do all the work." you suddenly felt his large hand sliding under your panties, which made you gasp quietly. you relaxed against his chest and hummed.

the tip of his middle finger began playing with your cute little clit as he continued kissing your neck, eventually dragging his lips down your shoulder. after he gathered enough wetness, he circled your needy entrance, occasionally prodding and pushing at it. "don't tease..." you muttered. he chuckled and finally slid a thick finger in your warm little cunnie. "theeeere you go. feels good, huh ? i don't think that shitty teddy bear can finger you this good."

you sighed, feeling the absence of the comfy plushie you normally held close. "toji... don't tell me you're jealous of him..." he clicked his tongue. "me ? jealous of a damn bear ? think again, sweet cheeks." yeah, he actually was. he even hated the way you'd refer to that stupid thing as he. almost as if it was a human. the pace of his finger picked up, which made you whine. "gunna come, to'..." he smirked. already ? "nuh-huh. keep that for my dick."

you sighed as he pulled his finger out and suddenly forced it between your lips. he watched you taste yourself, all the while pushing his sweatpants down. "m'gonna stuff you nice and full and you won't make a noise. 'kay ?" he mumbled lazily before pushing his tip to your sloppy little hole.

he entered you and once he was bottomed out in your soft pussy, he groaned. "shit." he cursed. he began rolling his hips against yours, thrusting in and out of you while keeping a disinterested expression. his green eyes settled on the teddy bear that was still on the ground and he kept staring at it as he fucked himself into your tight little heat, almost as if he was taunting the plushie.

he frowned as you clenched around him and pawed at his back. "toji..." you whimpered. the sound of his name falling out of your lips like that made him twitch inside you. "yeah ? y'want my cum, s'that it ? i know." the way you were pinned underneath him by his weight made him groan. "shit... y'so small, y'know that...? could fucking break you if m'not careful enough." he sighed.

the thought of making you pregnant flashed in his mind for a second. he pictured you all nice and swollen with his baby. imagining such a little human carrying his baby— the baby of such a massive man— made him shiver. the contrast between you two was obvious. "i'll give you my cum, if that's what y'want. gotta put it to good use. don't have as much as i used to, y'know ?" he smirked at the little moan that escaped your lips.

"toji, m'gonna come..." you sighed. "yeah, i bet. with the way she's clenchin' around my cock, s'easy to tell." his eyes flicked to your creamy pussy, watching the way your little hole swallowed his large dick eagerly. "s'always a wonder how you can take me." you hummed, feeling how your gummy walls stretched around him. "m'coming, toji..."

he smirked. "go ahead." it only took you a few other thrusts to gush around him. "toji !" you moaned as your lower lip got caught between your teeth. "fuck— gonna cum too, doll." he frowned and came right after you, tucking his head in your neck.

after toji came down from his high, he stayed inside you and chuckled. "don't think that damn plushie can get you off that good, huh ?" you hummed breathlessly. "toji... you jealous...?" you mumbled. he sighed and kissed your forehead. "yeah."

oh.

ayo whose horse is that

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[whoskimii]

the room still smelled like sex. faint sweat, your perfume, the deep scent of slick and cum clinging to the tangled sheets. the curtains were half-drawn, moonlight slipping through in silver slats, spilling across kento's bare back where he knelt between your legs — silent, head bent, brows furrowed in concentration.

he hadn’t said much since he came — just a few soft grunts as he pulled out — slow, gentle, offering you an affectionate kiss on the forehead. your swollen pussy was still twitching around nothing, shiny with the thick drip of him starting to seep out. you’d whimpered, overstimulated, but he only shushed you, warm hand pressing flat to your belly. “don’t move sweetheart,” he murmured, voice quiet. “let me see, come on. don’t be shy, it’s jus’ me.”

that was all it took. your shaky legs fell wider apart, thighs trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d wrung from you not five minutes ago. you were still pulsing, every inch of you soft under the weight of his heavy stare.

kento bent down slightly before he pushed his glasses up his nose. your husband didn’t touch at first — just looked. head tilted, tongue clicking softly behind his teeth — it was enough to make you shy. “look at her,” he muttered. “sensitive, mhm ?”

his thumb brushed down the inside of your thigh, not even close to where you were swollen and leaking. “she took me well. right, honey ?” you whimpered softly as an answer, too sheepish for anything else.

kento scoffed quietly. “cute.” he said simply, shifting lower, close enough to breathe the heat of you.

your face burned, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when your cunt was still glistening with his cum, your thighs damp and sticky, the proof of your pleasure cooling between your legs as your husband inspected the aftermath with precision.

his hands were warm and wide, fingers gently parting you open. “she looks so pretty,” he murmured. “little puffy.”

you keened softly as he traced a finger down the seam of your folds. not pushing in, not teasing. just cataloging. noting the way you clenched, the way slick gathered on his fingertip. “still leaking,” he said absently. “i came deep.” he remarked casually. “you always do, ken...” you breathed.

he glanced up, glasses slipping just slightly, mouth twitching. “you always keep it so well.” the praise landed heavy in your gut. kento leaned forward, exhaled a breath over your abused pussy — watching you twitch. “too much ?” he asked softly. “no,” you whispered. “jus’ sensitive...”

his gaze flicked up again. he smiled faintly, proud, as he ran two fingers up your slit and pressed the pads just slightly to your entrance, gathering more of his release as it seeped out of you in thick, warm drips. “she’s mine,” he murmured. “mhm ? no one else’s.” you nodded, thighs trembling. “uh-huh... always, ken.”

he nodded once. “next time,” he said, slipping his fingers into your mouth without being asked. “you’re keepin’ it in all night.”

the taste hit your tongue — salty, bitter, slick. you moaned softly, lidded eyes fluttering shut before kento kissed the inside of your knee, still watching you. “good girl,” he murmured. “close your legs. let her rest. she worked hard enough tonight.”

[whoskimii]

hi kimi!! how have you been? Could I ask for Gojo and/or Geto’s reaction (s) to faking an 0rgasm? I’ve been looking for something similar to this but find it😢 Have a great day girlie and thank you!💓

❛ LIAR ?! ❜

★ ¡ fakıng an orgasm ft. gojo ! ★

❤︎ summary ❤︎ ❛ you fake an orgasm, and you weren’t expectıng that reactıon from hım. ❜ for @ lovelyanon. 𖹭

❤︎ warnings ❤︎ nsfw, smut. fem reader wıth female genıtals, dom!gojo, establıshed relatıonshıp, reader fakes an orgasm, orgasm control, mıld degradatıon, haır grabbıng, face grabbıng, fıngerıng, clıt play, overstımulation, praıse kınk, obedıence kınk, kında subby!reader, use of slurs, swearıng, explıcıt language / dırty talk, no condom, creampıe ımplıed, although not reached here. 18+ only. explicit nsfw. all characters are consenting adults.

❤︎ wordcount ❤︎ 1,081.

you really, really thought you were being slick.

to be fair, you weren’t totally lying either. it did feel good — it always did with him. satoru gojo had the kind of dick that deserved awards, and a mouth that ran second only to it. he knew it as well. that was the problem. sometimes, he got too smug about it, too slow, too cocky, and tonight was one of those nights.

you were exhausted. worked all day, barely ate. you just wanted to curl up, maybe ride his pretty face until your legs trembled — but satoru had other plans.

he always did, anyway.

once the teasing dragged out for way too long, once your body buzzed but your tired, poor brain just wouldn’t connect, you made a decision. small, quiet.

you faked it.

a high-pitched moan, a little arch of your back, a shaky breath escaping your lips, a soft squeeze of your thighs around his waist. just like usual — however, he clocked it the second it happened. “ahh, fuck— yesyes, ‘toru...” you breathed, enough to be believable. it wasn’t.

you shouldn’t have. satoru froze. the second the sound left your swollen lips, the man stilled between your legs like a statue carved of suspicion, white eyelashes lowering just a bit over those crystalline eyes. you felt his body shift subtly. his breath slowed. the sharp tilt of his head said everything.

fuck — he knew. of course, he did.

“do that again,” he murmured, almost too casual. it made you blink a few times. “wha—?” satoru tsked. “that sound you jus’ made.” he sighed. “that lil’ ‘oh, ‘m coming, ‘toru—’ bit. come on.” you tried to act confused, although the way he mimicked you brought heat to your cheeks. “i... yeah, i jus’ came.” you tried carefully.

at that, he didn’t say a word. didn’t even blink. just chuckled, humorless. a slow, icy smile appeared on his face. “oh, you came, mhm ? ‘s that it ?” this time, you didn’t say anything. only stared back, sheepish, unsure. that was what did it. “you’re lying.”

your breath caught in your throat, which only confirmed his suspicion. “no, ‘m not.” you shrugged casually, shoulders a little too stiff for his liking. next thing you knew, he pulled out without warning, which earned a gasp from you — shock more than pleasure, left needy and wet, nothing filling you but cold air. his palm smoothed down the side of your thigh slowly. you knew that touch — it wasn’t affectionate. it was the kind of calm you only saw when he was pissed in a dangerous way. not angry.

wounded.

satoru leaned in close, nose brushing your cheek, his breath a hush by your ear. “you think i wouldn’t know when it’s real ? you think after all this time, i wouldn’t know my girl’s orgasm from a fuckin’ performance ?” he laughed once, harsh. “you wanna play me like a fuckin’ fool, baby girl ?”

your breathing deepened. “i wasn’t—” you tried to say, but satoru grabbed your face with one hand, not rough, just firm, turning your head to look up at him. his eyes were too clear. too focused. that icy blue cut into you like a scalpel. “you faked it,” he said softly. “why ?” you lowered your eyes, sheepish. “i was jus’ tired. i didn’t mean to— i jus’ wanted to make you feel good.”

he audibly scoffed. “you think this is about me ?” suddenly, he was on top of you again, shifting his body to cage you between his thighs, cock hard and slick against your lower belly, pulsing like he hadn’t even noticed the interruption. his mouth crashed into yours — nothing romantic about it. all teeth and tongue, his nimble fingers fisting in your hair to keep you from pulling away. “wanna make me feel good ?” he whispered. “you don’t have to fake a fuckin’ thing. i get off on makin’ you cum so hard, you cry.”

his hand dropped between your legs without warning. “ah— ‘toru !” you gasped. “uh-huh,” he cut you off. “no lying, this time. you ain’t faking shit. you gon’ cum for me for real, ‘n you’re gon’ look at me when you do it.”

two fingers pressed to your clit with the kind of precision only a man like him could achieve. circling slow, torturous. you felt yourself actually tremble, undeniably real as satoru kissed down your throat. “you don’t think i know the way your thighs shake when it’s real ?” he muttered. “the way that lil’ pussy clenches around me like she knows she mine ?” his palm slapped gently against your pussy once, coaxing it open further. “that fake lil’ moan ? you insulted us both, baby.”

a small whimper left your lips, gummy walls tightening around his fingers without even meaning to. “mhm, ‘m sorry, ‘toru...” you mumbled, head lolling back. “nah,” he murmured. “you will be.” true to his words, he shoved two fingers inside you, curling just right, his thumb dragging perfect circles over your clit. fuck if it didn’t feel exactly like heaven. your moans weren’t lies. they were honest, needy.

“there she is,” he praised, voice softer. “there’s my girl... c’mon, baby, let it build. don’t run from it.” you whined loudly as his pace picked up, squirming beneath him. “shit, you’re so wet.” he chuckled breathlessly. “you gonna make a mess on my hand, and then you gonna cum again on my dick. you understand me ?” you nodded before thinking about it. “uh-huh, yes, ‘toru !” you mewled. “you ain’t allowed to fake another damn thing,” satoru hissed. “not your moans, not your fuckin’ orgasms.”

when you came, it was with a loud moan. trembling, breathless, body bowed off the mattress as your walls clenched hard around his fingers, slick gushing over his palm. your vision blurred.

he slowed. stilled. kissed your forehead like he hadn’t just ripped an orgasm out of you with his bare hands. “that’s more like it,” he whispered, sliding his fingers out before bringing them to your lips. “taste that, princess, c’mon. that’s truth.” you licked them clean obediently, still dazed.

as satoru lined up his cock again, pressing it to your overstimulated pussy with that wolfish glint in his pretty eyes, he grinned. “i’m gonna fuck you ‘til you forget how to lie,” he cooed. “how ‘bout that ?”

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