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⯌How JJK Characters Eat Pussy⯌

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MDNI (Obv the title 😙)

Master list's

⯌Sum

How JJK men eat pussy ୧(＾ 〰 ＾)୨

⯌ Wc

Satorus: 2.6k

Tojis: 2k

⯌ Warnings

cullingness (oral), squirting, over stimulation, masturbating, sex toys, cum eating, p → v, degrading, a couple of the boys read your 'books' and ya'll recreate it (not all of them), semi public sex, fingering, the boys are down BAD, some sorta slow burns, breast sucking and pinching

⯌ The men

Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro

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Satoru Gojo

You were out shopping with Satoru's black card, while he got bored alone at home. He went from laying on the bed. To look through your underwear drawer- perv. To looking through your books. You specifically told him no, butttt, he is well- himself, so he looked through the first couple books taking them out of the shelf.

He first pulled out Charlotte's web reading it. Cute. But a little sad. He put it back and saw a series, which seemed to be four books with twisted in front of the words, seemed to be a series. Interesting. He pulled out a book called 'twisted games', he flipped through a few chapters. Seemed to be about a body guard and a princess.

He flipped to a book marked page. Chapter 32. He flipped through a couple pages until he got to a certain spicy scene.

You weren't royal, but you were going to dinner at the Gojo clan, which does have a throne... which would be fucking perfect.

_

Since you were done shopping you needed to be picked up. You sat perched on the bench sitting all cute and pretty. He speeds and slams on the breaks in front of you.

His Lambo (that he loves flexing), is black with baby blue highlights and accents to match his eyes. It is overall extreme.

"Hey pretty girl!" He said in the car running out holding you tight. God he never loses energy. But he's a weirdo, your weirdo. He kissed you all over your face.

He sees your bags from the expensive store you just and takes them from you. He picks you up and opens the back seat of his car and brings you to sit on his lap. He slams the door shut while you sit on his thigh with the shopping bag on the other.

He pulls out a baby pink silky tight spaghetti strap dress. "Ooo, it's pretty, you're wearing this to the restaurant!" He giggles like a child. You don't question it, he is an idiot. But you love him.

"Where will I change?" You question, his tint on the windows were very dark but still some privacy would be nice. "Here, no one would see you pookie, you're fine." You sigh at his childish reply but you let out that annoyed sigh, and he squeals with excitement.

He takes off your shirt, and kisses the top of your breast. He takes off your bra and kisses your cheek, then he starts to slowly and sensually kiss your neck, he takes off your pants and underwear. He kept your heels since he had a thing for them.

He pulls back and pulls some lingerie out of the bag. It was the same baby pink that the dress had. He put it on you, the lace clinging to your skin nicely. Its just a matching bra and panties but he thinks its the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life.

He slides on the silky dress over it and your hair softly falling to your shoulders, it perfectly frames your gorgeous face. He feels like he's gonna explode.

He feels his cock slightly hardening. But he has to go to dinner with the clan, with you.

He swallows hard, forcing himself to focus. He can’t get distracted—not yet. The clan is waiting, and as much as he’d rather keep you to himself, he has to show you off.

"You look so damn good, baby," he murmurs, his hands running down your sides as he pulls you closer. His breath is warm against your cheek, his lips teasing your skin before he finally, reluctantly, leans back. "But if we don’t leave now, I swear I’m not gonna be able to control myself."

You smirk, knowing exactly what you're doing when you adjust yourself on his lap, the silky fabric of your dress shifting just enough to tease him. His grip on your waist tightens. "Pretty, you're playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice husky, but you just laugh.

"Then let’s go before you lose."

He groans dramatically but lifts you effortlessly, placing you in the passenger seat before grabbing the wheel. The engine roars to life, the deep purr of the Lambo vibrating through your body. He speeds off, his hand already finding its place on your thigh, tracing small circles absentmindedly.

The city lights blur past, neon reflections streaking across the windshield as he races through the streets. His grip tightens every time you shift in your seat, your dress riding up ever so slightly, teasing him further.

"You tryna kill me before we even get there?" he mutters, glancing over with a smirk.

You lean closer, voice soft and teasing. "Just making sure you don’t lose energy before dinner."

His laughter fills the car, bright and carefree. "Oh, baby, you have no idea."

Within minutes, you arrive at the clan house, an exclusive, high-end spot with velvet ropes and a valet already waiting. He parks recklessly, as always, tossing the keys to the stunned valet before stepping around to open your door. He takes your hand, pulling you close, and you can feel the heat in his gaze as his eyes rake over you once more.

"You ready?"

"When am I not?"

With that, he leads you inside, the night just getting started.

The Gojo clan’s estate is grand—almost absurdly so. Ornate chandeliers dangle from high ceilings, the marble floors polished to perfection, reflecting the warm glow of golden lights. The entire place drips with wealth and power, a kingdom in its own right.

Satoru, of course, walks in like he owns the place. Because, well, he basically does. His hand is firm on your lower back, guiding you through the halls with that ever-present cocky smirk.

"Everyone's gonna lose their minds when they see you," he whispers in your ear. "I might have to fight off some admirers."

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest is undeniable.

As soon as you step into the grand dining hall, heads turn. Conversations falter. The Gojo elders, clan members, and high-ranking sorcerers are all seated at the long table, their expressions ranging from curiosity to approval.

One of the elders, a graying man with sharp features, eyes you with intrigue. "Satoru," he says, tone even. "You’ve finally decided to bring someone worthy to dinner."

Satoru just grins. "Of course. Only the best for me."

You feel the weight of their gazes, but you stand tall. This isn’t just a dinner—it’s a test. A silent evaluation. But you won’t give them the satisfaction of intimidation.

Satoru pulls out a chair for you at the head of the table—right next to his own. A power move, you realize. He’s making a statement. You’re not just here as arm candy. You’re here as his equal.

Dinner is a blur of rich food, wine, and idle conversation, but Satoru barely touches his meal. His fingers stay busy—tracing circles on your thigh beneath the table, his grip tightening when you shift just right.

At one point, he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. "You know… there’s a throne in the next room." His voice is pure sin. "Just saying."

Your breath hitches.

You should’ve known. That book—Twisted Games. He read it. And now, he wants to recreate it.

"Satoru," you warn, voice barely above a whisper.

He just chuckles, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, princess, I always get what I want."

And with that, dinner suddenly feels like the least interesting part of the night.

Well the clan talked business with Gojo he stuck his hand under your dress. He gently massages your pussy gently. He sticks his finger inside curling it just right. Your face flushed as he kept talking business.

You try to keep your expression neutral, focusing on the conversation around you, but Satoru's fingers are relentless. His touch is slow, teasing—just enough to drive you crazy without giving you the satisfaction you need.

Across the table, one of the elders directs a question at him, and he answers smoothly, as if he isn’t up to anything at all. His confidence, his sheer audacity, makes your breath hitch. You grip his wrist under the table in warning, but he only smirks, leaning in close.

"You’re doing so good, princess," he whispers against your ear, his voice laced with amusement. "Looking all innocent while you’re falling apart for me."

Heat floods through you, but you shoot him a glare. Two can play this game.

Slowly, you shift in your seat, pressing your thigh more firmly against his hand, subtly grinding into his touch. His breath hitches just slightly—so quick that no one else would notice, but you do. You smirk, tilting your head toward him, your lips barely brushing his jaw as you whisper, "Careful, Satoru. I don’t think you’d want them to see how desperate you are."

His fingers twitch against you, his restraint thinning. His grip on your thigh tightens before he suddenly withdraws his hand, leaning back in his chair, eyes dark with unspoken promises.

"Just wait until dinner’s over," he murmurs, low and dangerous. "Then we’ll see who’s really in control."

You swallow hard, heart pounding, because the look in his eyes tells you one thing—he's just getting started.

Dinner feels like it stretches on forever. The clan talks business, politics, and the balance of power, but your mind is elsewhere—on the lingering heat of Satoru’s touch, on the way his leg presses against yours beneath the table, on the undeniable promise in his voice.

He’s smug, of course. Acting as if nothing happened, chatting casually with the elders while swirling his wine, but you catch the flicker of impatience in his fingers, the way he taps them against the stem of his glass. He’s biding his time. Waiting.

When dinner finally concludes, the elders begin to rise, exchanging pleasantries as they move toward the lounge for after-meal discussions. Satoru, ever the perfect heir, flashes them a lazy grin, offering vague responses before turning to you.

His hand finds yours. His grip is firm—possessive. "Come with me," he murmurs, tugging you to your feet.

You don’t resist. You already know where this is going.

He leads you through the grand hallways of the estate, past gilded doors and intricate tapestries, until he reaches a particular room. He pushes open the heavy double doors, revealing a dimly lit chamber adorned with deep blues and silvers—a room that screams power and legacy.

And there, at the centre, sits the throne.

Your breath catches.

The seat is grand, carved from dark wood with intricate engravings curling along its arms. A symbol of authority, of dominion.

Satoru steps behind you, his hands sliding over your waist. He leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You know," he murmurs, "I think you'd look perfect sitting there."

You turn in his arms, arching a brow. "Is that so?"

His smirk is pure arrogance. "Mm. Thought I’d let you play queen for a bit. Before I remind you who really holds the power."

Your stomach tightens at the dark edge in his voice. He reaches for you again, but this time, you step back, lowering yourself onto the throne deliberately, running your hands along the armrests as if testing your own reign.

Satoru watches you with a hungry gaze, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. "Oh, you’re really pushing it, aren’t you?"

You tilt your chin up, feigning innocence. "I thought you wanted me to play queen."

His laugh is low and dangerous. He steps closer, placing his hands on the armrests, caging you in. His presence is overwhelming, his scent intoxicating.

"Oh, I do," he murmurs, gaze flickering to your lips. "But don’t forget, princess—" He leans down, his breath hot against your skin. "Kings always take what they want."

And just like that, the game shifts.

Satoru’s grip on your waist tightens, and his smirk deepens as he notices the way you’re reacting to him. You feel the weight of his gaze on you, and despite yourself, your heart races, the anticipation almost unbearable.

“Careful, princess,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “You’re making it so hard for me to keep my hands to myself.” His fingertips graze your skin, sending sparks of warmth everywhere he touches.

You sit there, the throne beneath you feeling both like a pedestal and a prison as Satoru moves closer, the space between you narrowing to almost nothing. His scent—sweet, rich, and intoxicating—fills your senses. You swallow, your pulse quickening.

“You’re always so confident,” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you always get what you want?"

Satoru chuckles, the sound warm and dangerous, his hand lifting to touch your cheek. “I don’t just get what I want, baby,” he says, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip, “I take it.” His eyes darken, and you feel the intensity of his gaze like a physical weight.

You can feel the tension between you thickening, the chemistry undeniable. Your pulse races in your ears, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It’s just you, him, and the overwhelming desire that crackles in the air between you.

“Do you want to see just how much I take?” Satoru’s voice is barely a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a promise.

You meet his gaze, every fiber of your being screaming with anticipation. You shift slightly, your legs spreading just enough to give him an invitation.

Satoru leans in closer, the breath between you shallow and warm. His lips brush against your ear, his voice a deep murmur. "I’m going to make sure you never forget this night, princess."

Your heart skips a beat, and you know, without a doubt, that you’re not getting out of this unscathed. He rips your panties off

"Fuck Satoru there gonna see us!" You whisper angrily. "That's why I'm gonna do this." He shoves your wet panties into your mouth, you grunt with a whine following it as he shoves his tongue in your pussy holding on to your thighs like his life depends on it.

You let out muffled whines as the underwear gets soaked with your saliva. You can still taste your wetness on it which gets you more soaked which really, really, turns him on.

He starts plunging into your hole harder with his tongue to get more of that yummy taste. You start shrieking, your moans bouncing off the walls of the paintings of the elders of the Gojo clan. Practically glaring at you.

You whine as he sucks harsher on your clit, trying to get you to squirt because he is obsessed with your pussy juices.

He whines pathetically as your juices drip down your ass and on to the throne. You squirt and he automatically slurps it up. His slurping bounces off the walls with your muffled moans, he pulls back, your teary eyes flutter open but before you can sit up properly, he pulls out his throbbing, leaking cock, and grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders.

He slams his cock inside your pussy and you yell out your panties falling out of your mouth making your moans and squeals so fucking loud. It makes him cum instantly with a pathetic whine. After a few more thrusts, you squirt with a small scream.

He pulls at and leaves some kisses on your sweaty forehead. Some of his cum dribbles out of your hole. He pulls your panties back up.

"I wanna be clean, your cum is all in my panties..." You whine.

"So? I want you to walk around like the pretty little baby you are, so you know I own you."

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Toji Fushiguro

Toji wasn’t used to this—being alone, being needy. But damn it, he was.

He laid on the couch, one arm draped over his face, exhaling sharply. The apartment felt too quiet without you. Usually, you’d be here—curled up beside him, your soft hands tracing absentminded patterns over his chest, your scent lingering in the air.

But now? Just silence. And he hated it.

He scoffed at himself, rubbing a hand over his face. Since when did he get this pathetic? Since when did he miss someone this much? He should be out, distracting himself, doing anything—but instead, he was checking his phone every ten minutes, waiting for a damn text.

With a groan, he rolled over, grabbing your pillow and burying his face in it. It still smelled like you. Fuck.

He’d never admit it, but yeah—Toji Fushiguro was needy for you. And the second you walked through that door? You weren’t getting a moment to yourself.

Toji let out a low, frustrated groan, rolling onto his back as he stared at the ceiling. His hand rested over his stomach, fingers twitching slightly. It had been hours since you left, and his body was reacting in ways he really didn’t want to deal with alone.

The scent of your perfume on the pillow, the memory of your soft body against his just last night—it was messing with him. Badly. His jaw clenched as he exhaled, adjusting his position, but that only made things worse. His sweatpants were too tight now, his body betraying him, aching for you in a way that made his patience snap.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. He could call you, tell you to get back here now—but he knew you’d just tease him, drag it out, make him suffer. And normally, he’d enjoy that little game. But right now? Right now, he was desperate.

His fingers flexed at his side as he let out a slow, irritated breath.

Toji groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he glared at his phone. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"Yeah, I need you to hurry the hell up."

Your reply was instant.

"Chill, I’m almost done. What’s your problem?"

He scoffed, shifting against the couch. His problem? You. You were his damn problem.

"You left me here to suffer, that’s my problem."

There was a pause. Then—

"Oh my god, are you seriously being needy right now?"

Toji let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. Needy? That didn’t even begin to cover it.

"You have no fucking idea. Get home. Now."

Another pause. Then your reply popped up.

"…Or what?"

That did it. If you were gonna play games, he’d make sure you knew exactly what you were in for.

He angled his phone, letting the camera capture the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock—thick, hard, aching for you. He was already leaking, his grip tight as he stroked himself slow, teasing.

Then he snapped the picture.

Sent.

Less than a minute later, your typing bubble appeared—then stopped. Then started again.

"Toji."

He smirked, lazily dragging his hand up and down.

"You started this, baby. Better finish shopping fast."

No response.

Toji chuckled darkly, gripping himself tighter.

"That’s what I thought."

Toji leaned back against the couch, smirking at the silence on your end. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

His phone vibrated.

"You’re such a menace."

He chuckled, his hand still lazily stroking himself, teasing his own patience.

"And you love it."

Another pause. He could practically see you standing frozen in the middle of the grocery store, gripping the cart with shaky hands.

"Toji, I swear to god, I’m in public."

He grinned, eyes dark with amusement.

"And?"

"You’re impossible."

"You’re still standing there texting me instead of checking out, so I think you like this, sweetheart."

Three dots. Then they disappeared.

Toji groaned, tossing his head back. "Tch. Tease."

He gripped himself tighter, his mind already wandering—picturing the way you’d react when you walked through that door. How he’d have you pressed against it before you even put the damn groceries down.

Another message popped up.

"I’m driving home. Be naked when I get there."

Toji smirked.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just signed up for."

The front door barely had time to shut before Toji was on you.

You let out a startled gasp as your back hit the wood, groceries completely forgotten at your feet. His hands were already on you—gripping your waist, tugging you closer, his body burning against yours.

"You took too damn long," he growled against your neck, his teeth scraping along your skin.

"I was literally gone for an hour, Toji—"

"Too long," he repeated, his tone dark, impatient. His hands roamed, fingers digging into your hips as he pressed himself against you, letting you feel just how hard he still was.

Your breath hitched. "You—You seriously stayed like this the whole time?"

He chuckled, low and dangerous. "Baby, you think I could jerk off and be satisfied when I knew you were coming home to me?" His lips trailed down your jaw, his breath hot against your ear. "Nah, I needed this. Needed you."

Your hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as his lips moved down, pressing against the sensitive skin of your throat. "Toji…"

He smirked, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "What?" His green eyes were dark, filled with something hungry. "You told me to be naked when you got here. Thought you wanted this, sweetheart."

You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your stomach as his hands slid lower.

"I do."

"Good." His lips curled into a smirk. "Then let’s make up for lost time."

Toji didn’t give you a chance to argue. He carried you effortlessly, his grip firm as he walked past the abandoned groceries, straight to the bedroom.

"Toji—"

"Shhh, baby," he smirked, kicking the door shut behind him. "You made me wait long enough."

He tossed you onto the bed, and before you could even adjust, he was on you—hovering, his massive frame caging you in. His dark green eyes roamed over you hungrily as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, pushing it up, exposing more of your skin.

"Fuck," he muttered, dragging his calloused fingers over your stomach. "Missed this."

"You saw me this morning," you teased, but your breath hitched when he leaned down, lips brushing against your skin.

"Not like this," he murmured against your stomach, voice thick with want. His hands gripped your hips, pinning you in place as he trailed kisses lower, his hot breath making your skin tingle.

Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Fuck, baby." He glanced up at you, his smirk dark and full of promise. "Hope you didn’t make any other plans for the night."

Your heart pounded as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slowly.

"Because I’m not letting you out of this bed anytime soon."

Toji’s smirk deepened as he hovered over you, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your waist. His touch was teasing, his calloused hands warm against your skin.

“Missed you,” he muttered, voice rough with need. His lips ghosted over your collarbone, lingering just enough to make you shiver.

“You act like I was gone for days,” you teased, though your breath hitched when he nipped at your skin.

“Felt like it,” he murmured, pressing kisses along your jaw before tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with hunger, but there was something softer underneath—something possessive, desperate.

His hands roamed lower, gripping your thighs as he settled between them. “You kept me waiting, baby. Think you need to make it up to me.”

His voice was playful, but the way his fingers dug into your hips told you he wasn’t joking.

You swallowed hard, your body reacting to the weight of his gaze. “And how exactly do I do that?”

His lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got a few ideas.”

He leaned in, pressing you further into the mattress, his breath hot against your ear. “And we’ve got all night.”

Toji’s smirk lingered as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His grip on your hips tightened, his rough fingers pressing into your skin like he was grounding himself—like he’d been waiting all day just to have you close.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he muttered, voice low and husky.

You bit your lip, pretending to think. “Mmm, I don’t know, Toji. You seemed pretty occupied earlier.”

His expression darkened with amusement, and he let out a low chuckle. “Oh yeah?” His hand trailed up your thigh, deliberate and slow. “Was that before or after I was falling apart on the phone for you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you remembered the message he’d sent, the way his voice had sounded so wrecked over the call.

He tilted your chin up, making sure your eyes stayed locked on his. “Drive me crazy like that again, baby, and I swear I won’t be so patient next time.”

You shivered at the promise laced in his tone.

His lips brushed against yours—barely a kiss, just enough to make you chase after him. His grin widened at your reaction. “Cute.”

“Toji—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, finally closing the distance, kissing you slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world to make up for the hours you’d been gone.

And judging by the way he was holding you, he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

He takes off your clothes fully since he's needy, naked, and fucking hard and leaking. You know he's suffering so he teases him a bit and grabs his cock and jerk it a bit.

He absolutely loses it.

He slams you to the bed slamming his long cock in you with long quick strokes. You choke on your own saliva. His cock hitting your cervix with every quick thrust.

It feels so fucking good that you can't even feel your legs, god, his thick cock veins hitting your sweet spots his sensitive tip bruising your cervix you couldn't think it could get better, until his finger started rubbing fast circles on your clit.

You shriek, about to get yet another noise complaint and orgasm but he cums inside and pulls out when you were on the brink.

"Toji what the hell?" You whine out. He smiles and pushes his cum back inside of you with his finger. "I was about to cum..." You say in a quiet whine.

He ties you up to the bed post your legs and arms spread apart. He's in between your legs leaving hickeys up your thighs he leaves a slow lick up your slit from your cum oozing hole to your clit slightly suckling on it. You try to squirm from your restraints but you can't so you just whimper and beg.

He grins, and whispers. "It's okay baby."

From soft sucks and licks, he suddenly starts aggressively sucking and groaning. He goes from tongue fucking, to clit sucking and its driving you crazy. You try to close your legs but you can't and you holler out with tears rolling down your face.

Your juices drip down his face, but that doesn't stop him. It only encourages him to get more excited, so he licks and suckles harder. You bawl your eyes out and and shake and you so badly want to close your legs.

It feels so good you have at least came 5 times. He had to make you come one last time. He kissed gently your thighs as his fingers work out your orgasm.

_

After all of that he pulls you into his arms. Tight. Kissing your forehead then slowly moved to your lips leaving a peck. You can taste your self on his lips but your too tired and over stimulated to do anything.

He suddenly breaks the silence. "My little squirter."

"Toji-!"

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Okay so I'm a stoner. My husband is a stoner. We often (everyday) fuck (like whores) while high so thats where these thoughts come from.

Let's imagine Suguru.

Best friend Suguru. You smoke all the time together. You're bitching about these men not giving good head. He disagrees. Skip to being on your back, legs spread open and pushed back. Suguru is feasting while you smoke a joint.

OR

Plug!Suguru, but you've probably known each other for a year. He just gets the best bud. You always share a joint - his treat, always free. But man you're so thankful. Skip to being on your knees, between his legs as he sits on the couch, maybe smoking, maybe taking pictures (if you like that, i sure do) while you throat him.

Am I a whore? Hopefully yes.

Kisses ❤️❤️

EEK thats literally such beautiful writing *i say as i slowly pull out my meat* (I'm a girl)

This is the first request and this is the second

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MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Stoner Suguru and his best friend little miss "I swear to god getting eaten out doesn't feel good!" and he might want to change your mind or head I guess you can say (pun intended)

⯌ Wc

1.2k

⯌Warnings

Drug use (weed), quick eat out with another guy that was lowkey cringe and not good at it, Suguru takes things into his own hands, oral!fem rec, clit stimulation, doing most of it high, some bondage, ate out on the bed in his room, pulling suguru's majestic hair 😖, they are high most of the time, so a shit ton of smoking, fingering, after care

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"Suguru fucking Geto get your ass in here!"

That's what you say to him more than you would like to admit. He takes a bunch of things from you ranging from your weed stash and your other pills to your panties and bras.

He came into your room with the whites of his eyes a bit red. Obvious of what he took. The idiot couldn't lie. "Mmm what's wrong pretty girl?" He mumbles with that stupid high smile on his face.

"Don't call me pretty girl. I'm having someone coming over. So you better not flirt with me. Because I want actually want to have sex." You say with a frown. It's been awhile and you've been horny.

"I can-"

"I'm not having sex with you, your my best friend and roommate and guess what else you are? High. Also I'm mad at you for stealing my shit so- get out." You push him out of your room and go to the front door to let the guy in.

He's tall, and pretty hot. Suguru is sitting on the couch eyeing him down. But he's to slug right now to say anything so he keeps smoking. You bring the boy in your room and you both undress.

He throws you on to the bed and he kisses down your body nothing romantic and then he gets to your pussy and sucks uncomfortably on your vagina no where close to your clit. He licks your folds nothing pleasureful.

You faked moaned try to please him more than yourself. "You close?" He said with a grin. Holy fuck you wanted to throw yourself off a balcony from this shit. This is so fucking disgusting and just overall, devastating for this man.

"Mhmm..?" You let out a sarcastic mhm and the idiot believed it. You let out a small cough to get attention and let out a short. "I came." It was an obvious lie to get him to piss off.

"Are you not gonna make me come to kitten?" What the fuck. "Uhm you can go. Maybe next time." (There will be no next time.) You practically kicked him out of the house and flopped back down with Suguru.

"Those moans were clearly fake." He bluntly states. You feel your face heat up with embarrassment. You were about to back yourself up but he cut you off. "I can make those pretty moans real."

That made you wet. No- soaked. Yes, he's your roommate, more so your best friend. But the way his eyes were so seductive, his soft hair your picturing your self grabbing as he eats you out.

But you do have a problem.

"Suguru no, I've never gotten good head. Yours won't be any better. So don't get your hopes up."

He chuckled with that handsome smile and his messy hair. His eyes were beet red but still so pretty. "If you let me..." He takes a puff. "I'll make you feel so good. I won't force you, you know I never will."

You sucked your breath in and considered. Maybe that tongue piercing might feel good on your pussy. "Fine. But this might ruin our friendship though." You say in a worried tone.

"Pretty, I want you more than just friends and I won't stop until I have you. I hope you know that." he says, in a sappy tone. Being sappy isn't like him but the more his eyes get red and the more inhales explains a lot.

He grabs your hand and brings you to his bedroom. It has band posters all over and a very black theme. You let him lay you flat on the bed and he gently kisses you.

"Good thing I have the munchies." He says in a shallow, joking voice. He kisses down your body after taking off your shirt. He gropes your tits rubbing the nipples.

He pulls down your pants and panties. He sniffs your pussy breathing in deeply. He sticks his tongue out then stops. You sigh disappointed. "I thought you were gonna make me feel good?" You say in a smug and annoyed tone.

You had a feeling this was gonna happen. They either don't know what to do when trying to eat out and just give up and just pull out their dick or just do it bad.

"I will don't worry..." He takes a joint and some weed from your dresser and your brows furrow. He rolls a joint up and lights the tip up and puts it into your mouth.

"Pretty girl I want you to smoke it at the same time. Get you a little high, hm?" He says in a seductive tone. You can never say no to that especially if you want release for your pussy and that tight knot in your stomach.

He kisses your pubic area then slowly kisses your folds. Since he's still high (you're sorta concerned about how much he took) but it's really lazy. He licks your slit, low and sensual. Something about this just made you more wet.

What the hell are you doing?

This is your best friend! Plus it's someone you live with. But all your thoughts crumble to ash as he latches onto your clit and you start to get high. For some reason it made you feel even better.

You were embarrassed to admit but this felt really fucking good. You let out a true moan for the first time being eaten out.

He shoved two of his long fingers inside with black finger nail paint. He found your spongy spot in practically a second. He attacked your g-spot with his fingers, while he sucked on your clit like he wanted to leave a hickey. (Maybe he did.)

Your mind began to get foggy the more you smoked. All you could feel is pleasure at this point. "S-Sugu..." Your eyes brimmed with tears. That was the most you could say or do then shake and moan.

"You close sweetheart?" First time you could never be disgusted by that sentence. You just whined louder as an answer you really couldn't answer. He chuckled into your pussy causing pleasurable vibrations.

The more you smoke the more you relax, so the more you can't run or move. The more you moan and holler. This feels like the best kind of torture.

You pull at his hair and he moans and squeezes his eyes shut. "God woman." He groans. He thrusts his fingers faster while he grins and shuts his eyes the more you pull the faster he trusts and abuses your sweet spot.

"Sugu!" You squeal as you squirt he latches on to your clit again making you practically scream. He massages your thighs with small rubs while he gently sucks.

He licks your juices off drunk on your taste. You feel your eyes get hazy and droopy with the lazy licks after the best fucking orgasm you ever had.

You eventually pass out. Maybe it was the weed or maybe the mind altering orgasm. But he grabbed a wet towel and gently dabbed your pussy making sure it's clean from your cum and his saliva.

He slides your pink lacy panties on and one of his shirts. He crawls up taking the joint out of your mouth and puts it on the night stand beside his bed. He holds you tight against him kissing your forehead.

He licked his lips still drunk on your taste. He pulled the blankets up and kissed your forehead one last time. He whispered into your ear gently trying not to wake you up.

"Is being ate out still not good?"

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Damn this one gotta lot of likes thanks pooks

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Master list's

One thing Satoru hates is when you call him "Gojo" not 'Toru or pretty boy. Gojo. When you call him Gojo he knows he's in trouble.

This time it's a really bad punishment. Well to him anyway. "Your on sex ban Gojo!" You yelled. This all started when you saw him talking to another girl.

It was nothing bad just giving her directions, but you took it the wrong way. That's what led to the sex ban.

"Baby pleaseee!" He begs. His cock throbbing. It's been a week, he's been begging so hard. His cock leaking with pre-cum. "Nope." You bluntly say.

Two weeks.

Holy fuck he's going crazy. He bought so many sex toys it could fill up a room. But it doesn't feel good as your pussy, your hands, the ways you use sex toys on him.

"Baby.."

"No."

You already know what he's gonna say. That's all he's talked to you about, well not talked about, more begged.

A couple hours later you're wet, he walked around shirtless with his muscles flexing. Probably his plan. You have been horny yourself though. At least you have the pride to last longer than him.

"Lets do it." You randomly go up to him and say. He quickly runs and picks you up. Instantly understanding, he practically ripped your clothes off. He usually likes to tease you or play with you.

But he can't control himself right now.

That's how you woke up sore, and barely able to move.

"Not my problem you're sore. Your the one who tortured me."

Can you please do a fic about how jjk boys (Yuji , Yuta, Megumi, inumaki?) would sneak you into their dorms at night? I feel like the school would lowk do a head count and they would each have different ways of getting away with it (and then doing the boombayah ofc ☺️😝)

LOVE YOU AND PLEASE/THANK YOU LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤️❤️❤️

IM SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS SO LATE I WAS SICK OMG SRYYY thanks for being patient! (and if you weren't thats totally okay i understand pookie)

btw if this is wrong and you want it re done u could just do another request!

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Master list's

⯌Sum

JJK boys sneakin around with you? Yup

⯌ Wc

Megumi Fushiguro 0.5k, Yuji Itadori 1.1k , Yuta Okkostu ,

(Not proof read)

⯌ Warnings

Eating it from the back, Megumi snitched in Yuji's because Yuji embarrassed him 😭, some ass eating, p in v, unprotected, semi public, Language, Teasing, Edging, Breeding Kink, Squirting, Aftercare & Cuddling, Oral (F!Receiving), Rimming, cum play?

⯌ The men

Yuji, Yuta, Megumi and Toge (AGED UP)

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Yuji Itadori (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Yuji's not one to hide or run or lie.

But late at night when his pretty girl sent a video of her dripping pussy rubbing her sweet little clit that he so badly wants his tongue on, he obviously gets horny too.

That's a big problem considering Gojo does head counts in the morning at the beginning of class, it's gonna be hard if he wants to fuck you all night long and have to get up in the morning.

Gojo will 100% put two and two together and realize where you both are and what you're specifically doing. He would tease you both to no end and probably tell everyone which would be painful for the both of you.

But what would be more painful is you and him not being able to have sex. To make love. He enjoys to admit he's down bad for you. That just makes you love him even more.

He's usually a jolly texter doing cute little emojis or calling you pookie or doing all caps. So the text that he just sent, you knew you were in trouble. Especially for sending the nudes, teasing him.

"Don't fucking touch your self."

You groan and move your hand away from your pussy and then you hear a phone ring. You picked it up and it was Yuji. His demeanour was completely different, like he was perfectly normal and not having a raging boner.

"Hey baby! You listen to the text? I wanted you to stay on the call so if I hear any sounds."

You know exactly what he means. He wants to make sure you're not touching yourself. "Yuji I wanna touch myself. And Gojo's 100% not gonna let you come over. He thinks I'm gonna get knocked up or something."

Even though Yuji actually wants to knock you up (he would never tell you) but he reassures you that he could get around Gojo.

"Gojo Sensei doesn't have to know. He's smart but not that smart. I remembered the time he goes home. Three hours for me to run to your dorm, and make sure someone covers for me."

You're surprised with Yuji going all nerdy on you. Unfortunately that just turns you on more so you let out a small "mhm" and he hangs up. He knows he can trust you especially with the fact that he can check if you're more wet. He can really just tell.

Eventually Gojo left dramatically as usual. So it's obvious when he leaves. So the plan goes to action. He practically runs to Megumi's dorm and bangs on it.

Megumi opens the door and spits out an angered, "What?!" After he told Megumi the plan and why the plan was happening, even though his stoic nature he let out a teasing grin.

"Megumi- buddy- just please. If you ever got pussy you'd understand." Yuji said fully serious. Megumi's grin instantly faded into a scowl. He got instantly quiet and nodded. He totally struck a nerve.

He ran out of Megumi's door and ran to your dorm and practically jumped on you. He ran you to his door for more privacy since it was more of private secluded area in Jujustu high. Only other dorm there was Megumi's.

As soon as he opened the door and kicked closed his soft warm, plump lips instantly pressed against yours made you feel shivers go up your body and your panties get wet.

He pulls back holding your ass, his breath hot against your face. His lips hover over your swollen lips from the strong kiss. His face is so close to yours, you could feel his lips brushing against yours. His pupils blown with lust.

The whole intimacy of the situation made both of you so excited and horny. The perfect combination.

He continues to massage your ass his favourite thing in the world. "Get on your stomach on the bed and put your ass in the air." Of course, doggy.

This man loves everything about you including the way your ass shakes when his hips smack right into your ass. It makes him cum so fast.

You take off your clothes and he sees your soft skin that he so badly wants to slobber like a dog all over. He went behind you and kissed down your sweaty spine.

He held your ass and forced you into a deeper arch so he could see your pussy. He dove in like it was the last meal he could ever get.

He moaned pathetically while tongue fucking you like it was the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. (it was)

He sucked on your clit but something came to mind... he couldn't leave that pretty ass alone could he? So of course he slapped your ass, his fingers spread your cheeks, he stuck his tongue your asshole's rim and circled it before going back to your clit and doing the same.

You moaned and tried to squirm from your boyfriends loud slurping and long generous licks on your pussy. It was everything to his moans, to the way he was holding you still. It just made the atmosphere so hot.

You squirted on his tongue and he drank it up instantly. He kissed back up your spine keeping you in the same position. But this time his cock was prodding at your sensitive hole making you jolt.

He slammed in instantly hitting your sweetspot he memorized. You scream out. Megumi next door definitely heard that. But you were instantly cock drunk to give a shit.

He snaked a hand around your waist and rubbed quick circles on your clit as fast as his thrusts. You screamed out and squirted. You squeezed so tight he couldn't move. He came instantly.

Megumi was in the other blasting music in his headphones trying to ignore the horrifying sounds coming out of the other room.

Yuji wiped your cum covered legs and gently pulled you on his lap. He held you so close whispering sweet nothings into your ear and how you feel so good you feel around him and, such a good girl for me.

You instantly fell asleep, he fell asleep right after making sure you were comfortable.

You both slept through the alarm comfortably, while Megumi, both of your saviours to get through years of embarrassment was not going to obey your request.

He needed to get you back for the insult and the sleepless night. He had too.

He automatically told Gojo and he ran down the hall and as smug as he is, he opened the door to see you both passed out naked wrapped in blankets to hide your genitals.

Yeah, Gojo's having a hoot out of this one.

Megumi Fushiguro ಠ︵ಠ

Megumi fucking hates PDA. It's gross, and nasty. But you love it of course, always clinging to him, kissing his cheeks in public. Sure he loves it and loves you and it's just embarrassing.

So today when you kept kissing his cheeks, sucking his neck, it just made him pissed.

"Tonight I'm going to your dorm. Don't close your windows, I'll use my nue, don't try to run. If you want embarrassment, you'll get it."

That was the most forward he's ever been in public, actually that's the most forward he's ever been.

Later that night, he needed someone or something to cover for you two. He honestly couldn't tell Yuji to cover, he wouldn't know and ask Nobara and she would know, then tell him, and blah blah blah.

So he left a note under Gojo's door saying, "Just going to the doctor's with Y/N, she had some problems."

God he's so desperate for pussy and to punish you. He'd do anything at this point. At night he used his nue to fly to your dorm window from his.

He made it disappear before knocking on your window. When you opened it, his lips were pressed to yours, he pushed you back and you fell on the floor with him over you.

He ripped your favourite pyjama shirt in half, then groped your tit meanly making you whimper with pleasure.

In about 30 seconds all of your clothes are on the floor, with you in the meanest mating press with his cock hitting your sweet spot each time, making you have the longest orgasm you've ever had.

"We're trying something else." He said to your cock drunk face. He took his cock out and kissed down your body. He kissed your mound before diving into your folds.

He had no etiquette or remorse for what he was doing. He was just slobbering and licking in no pattern. It just made it feel so good. You were moaning and shaking.

You know it would be embarrassing when this was all done. How bad you were moaning, crying, thrashing your body parts. It was all so stimulating.

Yeah, he got what he wanted. For you to feel embarrassment. But god this was the most pleasured embarrassment you've ever had.

He sucked hard on your clit and dived his fingers past your fluttering empty hole. His long finger massaged your sweet spot. You let out a small raw moan from all the moaning your throat was so fucking raw.

And that just made Megumi so happy, he loves that raw, painful throat noise. But he knows you love it too.

You squirted and you covered your red face. He exaggerated the slurping, drinking up your juices. He kissed up your body and pecked your lips.

You tasted yourself on his soft tongue as he cupped your cheeks and deepened the kiss. "Such a good girl." He mumbled with his lips pressed to your forehead.

"You gonna embarrass me in public again?" You shook your head. But god knows you would, you wanted this again, and again.

You wanted this pleasurable, fucking mind shattering, over whelming pleasure anytime.

Yuta Okkostu ◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗

Yuta was in Africa for about a year. Learning new techniques, to make his cursed technique more powerful. Of course you both texted but it wasn't a hole bunch.

While he was doing his own stuff, you were doing boring missions. So when he said he's done with his sensei, and coming back to the school you were practically leaping off of clouds.

Luckily, Gojo allowed him to have a week off from his travels, you didn't but you weren't busy anyway.

So right now you both were in his dorm, cuddling watching tv. He's holding you so tight like a life line. God you felt good around him. Your arms of course!

But of course he loves a certain type of your body. Especially when it's been a year without it. He basically needs it. He needs that oh so sweet, pussy wrapped tight around him.

But the precious boy, was way too polite to make you have sex with him for his pleasure! That's why he usually insists you start.

So that's why the poor boy is behind you shifting with a raging boner pushing against your plushy ass. (Which doesn't really help)

He gently moved you off of him to take care of himself in the washroom. You grabbed his hand because the tent in his pants was painfully obvious.

"Yuta if you want me to take care of you, you can just ask." His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened.

"But Gojo-"

"Just ask him Yuta, just say it's a sleepover since we haven't seen each other in a while. Gojo Sensei isn't the brightest." You said kissing down his neck.

He shakily typed to Gojo and he sent the classic thumbs up emoji. Then he finally let out sharp breaths as you kissed down his body.

After a bit you both were making out naked. With him hovering over you his rock hard cock snug between your thighs.

He really enjoys foreplay, pressing his lips to yours sensually to make you more wet than you already are.

He finally gently pushed his thick cock into your pulsing hole, basically begging for him to enter your and kiss your cervix.

His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure and he slowly pushed in and out. But god, it felt good.

"Can I go faster baby?" He said in that tone that's whiny, deep and so needy. That made you squeeze so tight around him.

"Y-Yeah."

As soon as you say that, he thrusts in a speed that makes your brain disconnect from the rest of your body.

His hips snapped against yours as your sweet boy just lost everything sweet about him.

He grabbed your legs and threw both of them over his shoulders. His cock brushed by your sweet spots and that made you squeeze around him.

It just made him thrust faster.

You let out a raspy moan from all the moaning and whimpering. Just the look in your eyes made him so close.

The way you scratched down his back just made him shoot whites inside you till it was blanks.

Of course you needed to cum too. So kept fucking his cum into making you cum as well. Your fluids mixed with his as he pulled out.

He's panting with his face a pinky red. God, he's adorable. He grabbed a wipe and wiped the cum off your legs.

He gently kissed your forehead and fell asleep on top of you. Yeah you both aren't making it to class tomorrow.

food for thought…

megumis gone for like a week on a solo mission and when he comes back u give him some “service” to help him relax from his stressful mission and i have two ways that ive thought abt this

a) yuji walks into the room to ask megumi abt his mission but finds u giving him head

b) yuji was hiding under the bed or in the closet or smth to try and scare megumi for shits n giggles and when u both walk into the room hes shocked to see u go down on him

whichever u way u decide to write (it if u do) it turns into both of them putting u into a wheelchair for the next week 👩‍🦽‍➡️

love ur workssssss xoxo 💟💟💟

This has been in my drafts and I forgot to post... I understand if you're upset! But here you areeee, enjoy!

Brilliant idea by the way yummy

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Master list's

⯌Sum

"Boo!- oops" said the surprised Yuji Itadori after trying to hide in Megumi's closet and seeing something... else.

⯌ Wc

0.6k

(shorter one sorry)

⯌ Warnings

three-sum, oral (both genders receiving), "princess parts" and "pussy" and "cock" and "shaft" used, Megumi instructions at Yuji

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Gojo has been a bit of an asshole to Megumi recently because he refused to call him dad. So he's been giving him missions until he does call him it.

And as you might know, Megumi Fushiguro is one of the most stubborn men to exist. So he's refusing.

Yet another mission...

Yet another-

Slam!

That's the noise of a pent up Megumi slamming the door after a long stressful mission. Yuji was in Megumi's surprisingly empty closet.

He hears your voice, you usually comfort him after the mission, your his girl after all. At least that's what Yuji thought you did in there.

Then he hears a small "mhh", it was definitely a pleasured noise by Megumi. He just thought it probably was him getting a massage or something.

The look on poor Yujis face was so shocked when he ran out of the closet about to say "boo" and saw you on your knees on the floor while he was sitting on his bed.

His cock was down your throat, Megumi's vainy hand gripping your hair moving you up and down his cock.

Megumi's head was thrown back and his cheeks were flushed pink. It was such a pretty sight until Megumis teary eyes fluttered open and quickly widened, Yuji's eyes were wide open.

Megumi gently tried to pull at your hair and you sucked harder making him let out a pretty moan making Yuji's pants get tighter and tighter.

Yuji slowly goes behind you two and realizes your pussy is bare and dripping. Your princess parts looking lonely and practically begging to be touched.

"Megumi should I touch her?" Yuji quickly asked. He just felt bad... also maybe if he made you feel good, maybe you two would make him feel good too. But that's for next time.

Yuji always thought you were cute but your Megumis. But he always wanted to hear you moan too. So he's practically begging in his mind for him to eat you out so you can continue also feeling pleasure. But the moans will give him some pleasure too.

"F-Fine." Megumi tries to sound tough but it comes out in a pathetic whine.

Yuji's quick to go down on all fours like a dog and jammed his tongue in your tight pussy. His cock is practically gonna explode when he realizes how tight you are.

You're gobbling up Megumi's cock. Moving your head up and down his thick shaft. His red mushroom tip smacks against the back of your throat making you gag. But you like it.

Megumi cums down your throat as you suck extremely hard and lick hard up and down his length. He whimpers as you take his cock from out of your mouth.

Yuji looked up his cheeks red. He was surprised when he noticed how big Megumi was. He was picturing your little scrunched up face riding Megumi.

"Yuji i'm allowing you to touch my girl. One time thing. So be grateful, and make her feel good." He nods and shoves his tongue in your pussy making you whimper.

Megumi goes on the floor beside you guys and pets your hair. Your head goes in his lap as you arch. It's so amazing, getting eaten out from the back as you're getting praised by your boyfriend.

"You gonna cum baby?" Megumi says in a way too sweet voice you barely recognize. You nod with a teary look in your eyes. Your face scrunches up as Yuji suckles hard on your clit.

And that just made you cum, also hard.

Megumi kicks Yuji out. "Remember he was here for pleasure only. You're mine." You nod overstimulated.

But you're not surprised when Megumi calls Yuji over for "the game". (It was on tomorrow not today)

⯌"Wheres the ring?" ⯌

Master list's

You and Megumi were childhood friends before Jujustu high. You had crushes on each other when you were both kids, you both don't really care about it now since it was a stupid childhood thing- a lot of kids did it.

But recently Megumi was cleaning his room and his messy drawers. He found a small dollar store plastic ring and it had initials messily graved in it.

Yours and his.

He put the ring on his pinky finger since it's too small now to fit on his ring finger.

He sees some Polaroid photos tucked in the side of the drawer. It's you two in some area beside a lake and some trees. It seems your mom or Gojo took it.

You both are holding hands while hes in a bow tie with a small smile and you have a pretty white dress on with yellow flowers on it. He remembers picking flowers for you and putting them in your hair, while your mom ties a lacy ribbon in your hair and around your waist.

He remembers how you were his first kiss, Gojo squealing in the background like it was the most exciting thing he ever saw. The kiss wasn't much but it sure was special, it was a quick peck, messy barely even touching each others lips out of nervousness but you both did it.

All of that just might make him want to actually marry you some day but he has to take the first step. He pulls out his phone and quickly texts you.

"Wanna go out?"

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