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⯌ Sweet spot ⯌
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MDNI
Master list's
⯌ Sum
Toge Inumaki uses his cursed speech during doing the nasty (✿^‿^)
⯌ Wc
1.5k
⯌Warnings
NSFW, explicit sexual content, strong language, dominance/submission, praise & degradation kink, possessiveness, mild voyeurism, power imbalance, explicit commands, rough sex, edging/teasing, orgasm control.
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You and Toge have been dating since you were first years and now both of you are 3rd years. Many get confused why the hell both of you were dating. The social butterfly and the boy that can barely talk. It really didn''t make any fucking sense.
But somehow, it worked.
You, the loud and energetic one, always buzzing with excitement, and Toge, the quiet yet deadly sorcerer who spoke in cryptic onigiri ingredients. People looked at the two of you like you were a mismatched puzzle—one piece bright and chaotic, the other cool and subdued.
"It doesn’t make any fucking sense," was a phrase you heard more times than you could count.
But to you? It made perfect sense.
Because Toge didn’t need to say much.
His actions spoke louder than words ever could.
The way he always made sure you ate first before touching his own food, even if you weren’t hungry. The way his hand would instinctively reach for yours when you walked side by side, fingers tracing idle patterns against your palm. The way he’d pull you into his arms after missions, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing grounding him to reality.
And when he did use his voice?
"Careful." His way of telling you to watch your back.
"Rest." When he knew you were pushing yourself too hard.
"Mine." Low and husky against your ear, when he felt possessive, when he needed you to know exactly who you belonged to.
It worked because when the world was too loud, Toge found comfort in your presence. And when you needed peace, he was your silent sanctuary.
So, let them be confused. Let them wonder why the hell you were together.
Because neither of you ever had to question it.
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No one ever understood how you and Toge worked.
You, the vibrant, expressive one—always filling the room with light and laughter. Him, the quiet, reserved sorcerer whose very presence demanded attention even without saying a word. People never understood how you could be together.
But if they saw you now—if they saw the way he controlled the room with just his eyes, the way you responded with nothing more than his whispers, the way you broke for him in the most intimate, all-consuming way—
They’d get it.
Because Toge didn’t need to speak much.
Just one word from him, and you’d be undone.
"Kneel."
You didn’t hesitate, didn’t question him. You moved swiftly, crawling onto the bed, feeling the sheets shift beneath you as you positioned yourself—just like he wanted. The anticipation was suffocating, thick, and palpable, the air thick with tension as you waited for him, hands resting on your thighs, back straight, eyes lowered.
Toge stood in front of you, watching you, not moving, just taking you in. His presence was overwhelming, his silence both commanding and intimate. The way he observed you, like he was memorizing every inch, every subtle shift of your body, was enough to have your pulse racing.
Finally, he stepped forward, his hands trailing over your shoulders, down your arms, tracing the delicate curves of your body with deliberate slowness. His fingertips brushed the side of your neck, sending a shiver through you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"You look so beautiful."
The praise hit you harder than you expected. It sent a wave of heat straight to your core, leaving you breathless as he guided you back to the center of the bed, gently pushing you to lie down. He followed, his body moving with a predator’s grace, settling between your legs with a predatory calm.
"Open for me."
You didn’t hesitate, legs parting as your breath caught in your throat. The moment you were exposed, vulnerable, he hovered—not touching, not yet—just watching you, his hands resting by your sides, keeping you in place. Your body trembled beneath him, the anticipation of what was to come almost too much to bear.
Then, slowly, he moved.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your throat, slow and lingering, like he was savoring the moment. His lips traveled down your chest, brushing over your collarbone, each touch agonizingly slow, intentional, teasing. His tongue traced your skin, exploring every inch with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to drive you to the edge.
You gasped as his lips hovered over your breasts, teasing, just barely skimming against the fabric of your bra. He didn’t touch you fully yet—just the softest brushes, leaving you begging for more. Your hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as your body arched, pushing toward him.
"Patience."
His voice was low, gravelly—firm. The command sent another pulse of heat through you, the need to feel his touch so intense it made your head spin. But he held you there, suspended, testing your restraint, your obedience.
His lips moved lower, kissing your stomach, his breath warm and slow against your skin. Every inch of you felt heightened under his touch, every brush of his lips making your whole body tremble with anticipation. When he finally reached the waistband of your pants, you whined, desperate for him, your hips involuntarily shifting.
"Hold still."
You froze, biting your lip to keep from moaning. His hands, now shaking with the same restraint, slowly undid the button of your jeans, the sound of it snapping open filling the room with an unbearable tension.
But he didn’t rush.
His hands worked carefully, deliberately, pulling your pants off with excruciating slowness. He placed each piece of clothing aside like it was the most precious thing, each motion calculated to prolong the inevitable.
When you were fully exposed before him, he didn’t touch you immediately.
He just watched.
His gaze was heavy, intense, almost possessive, as though he were memorizing the way your body reacted to his every move. His eyes trailed over your body, pausing at every little tremor, every breathless sound that left your lips.
"You’re perfect."
The words fell from his lips like a promise, soft, yet heavy with meaning.
Then, finally—finally—his hands reached for you, tracing the line of your inner thighs, teasing, never quite giving you what you wanted. His fingers brushed against the softest part of you, and you gasped, flinching at the light touch, the delicate build-up.
His fingers grazed over your folds, slow, deliberate, intense, as though he were savoring every second. The pleasure was deliciously slow, each touch pulling you deeper into a pool of heat, a delirious need that you couldn’t escape.
"So wet for me. Slut."
The praise went straight to your head, clouding your thoughts, making your breath ragged as his fingers slipped deeper, pressing, curling in a way that had you gasping, your hips moving of their own accord. His thumb found your clit, circling, teasing, pulling moans from your lips as his rhythm matched the desperate need inside you.
"Beg for me."
The command was soft, but there was an undeniable power behind it—demanding. Your whole body shivered in response, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled from your lips.
“Please, Toge, I need you.”
His eyes met yours, dark and satisfied, as he slowed, his fingers pulling away, leaving you panting, desperate.
"Tell me how bad you want it."
Your chest heaved with each breath, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. You nodded, barely able to speak through the rush of heat coursing through your veins.
“I need you so bad. Please, Toge, I can’t… I can’t wait any longer.”
His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.
"Good girl."
And with that, he finally pushed into you.
The stretch was exquisite, every inch of him filling you, pressing you to the brink of pleasure and pain. You cried out, your nails digging into his back, but he didn’t stop. He kept you still, immobile beneath him as he drove into you slowly at first, each thrust deliberate, controlled, pulling you apart with each movement.
"You feel so good."
His voice was a low growl as his rhythm increased, his hips moving harder, deeper, as your body melted under him, surrendering completely. The heat built, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke, the pressure growing unbearable. You could barely breathe, could barely think with the way he moved inside you, pulling every gasp, every sound, from your throat.
And when you were finally teetering on the edge, when you were lost, unable to hold on any longer, he drove into you harder, faster—relentless—as he spoke, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.
"Come for me."
The moment the words left his lips, your body exploded, pleasure shattering through you, leaving you gasping, whimpering, your body writhing beneath him. He followed right behind you, his own release wracking through him as he buried his face in your neck, his voice low, like a secret only the two of you shared.
For a long time, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the aftermath, your breathing heavy, your limbs tangled as he gently held you against him, his fingers tracing soft circles over your skin.
"I love you."
The words came without hesitation, without any power behind them. Just a truth, a simple, undeniable truth that hung between you.
And in that moment, you knew. Nothing else mattered.
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This sucks 😭
⯌"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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@fracturdfocus
Um the toji one from the sexual tension??? On my knees begging for a full onee
Kisses ❤️🤤
Okayyy sure. Your wish is my command (●♡∀♡)...
MDNI
Master list's
⯌ Sum
Read this (◕દ◕) and go to the Toji one! Its basically an elongated version of it.
⯌ Wc
2.7k
⯌Warnings
fem!reader, dom toji, a LOT of sexual gun play, teasing, degradation, edging, begging, aftercare, clit stimulation, begging, 'daddy' terms, cum eating, oral (f! receiving)
You had always been a sucker for dark, thrilling stories, but the book you recently got your hands on had done something different to you. One particular scene had been burned into your mind, refusing to let go. It had been filthy, raw—she had been at his mercy, his gun cold against her heated skin, teasing her, fucking her. It was dangerous. Forbidden. And yet, the idea of it had you pressing your thighs together every time it crossed your mind.
Maybe it was because you were ovulating, hormones making every little thing set you off, your body aching for touch. Or maybe it was just Toji.
Toji Fushiguro.
God, that man was a walking temptation. All rough edges and raw masculinity, exuding danger with every move he made. He was built like a predator—tall, strong, broad, and powerful, with a presence that commanded attention. His sharp green eyes, that teasing smirk, the deep rumble of his voice that sent shivers through your entire body—it was all too much. You swore you could stare at him for hours, drinking him in like he was something divine.
And tonight, he was even more intoxicating.
He had just come back from a job, the scent of gunpowder and sweat still clinging to him. His black shirt stretched across his broad chest, the fabric clinging to every muscle, every ridge and dip of his powerful frame. His arms, thick and veined, flexed as he adjusted the weapon in his grasp, the dark metal of the gun gleaming under the dim light.
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away.
It wasn’t just him that had your body heating up—it was the gun in his hand. The way his fingers curled around it, his grip strong, commanding. You could already imagine it against your skin, the cold steel dragging over your thighs, pressing between your folds, gliding through your slick heat. The thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your legs.
Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as you clenched your thighs together, desperate for relief. The air between you grew thick, electric, and when you dared to meet his gaze, you knew you had been caught.
Toji’s smirk widened. His sharp eyes darkened, amusement flickering behind them as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you.
He knew.
Of course, he fucking knew.
He had always been good at reading you, always one step ahead, always knowing exactly what you needed before you even said a word.
Lifting the gun slightly, he waved it in the air with a cocky tilt of his head.
"You want somethin’, doll?"
His voice was deep, smooth, laced with that dangerous amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. He was enjoying this—watching you squirm, watching you try to keep yourself together while your thoughts ran filthy with the things you wanted him to do.
Your lips parted, but no words came out. Your throat was dry, mind hazy, and all you could do was stare at him, at the gun, at the sheer dominance he exuded without even trying.
He chuckled, the sound low and dark, stepping even closer until his scent filled your senses.
"You keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart," he murmured, voice a husky drawl, "I’m gonna start thinkin’ you got somethin’ filthy on your mind."
Your breath hitched.
You did.
And from the way his gaze roamed over you, taking in every little reaction, every subtle shift of your body—he was ready to pull every single dirty thought right out of you.
Here's the continuation of your scene, diving deeper into the tension and build-up:
Your breath hitched at his words, your fingers twitching at your sides as heat burned through your body. You knew Toji was playing with you, drawing it out, making you squirm under his gaze. He loved watching you like this—flustered, needy, desperate without him even having to touch you yet.
Your mouth felt dry as you swallowed, trying to form words, but they died in your throat when Toji took another step closer. He towered over you, his presence suffocating in the best way, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours like he could see right into your mind.
Like he could already hear the filthy, desperate thoughts racing through your head.
He lifted the gun slightly, turning it between his fingers, his grip steady and effortless. The sight of it had your thighs clenching involuntarily.
“Oh?” Toji drawled, tilting his head. “What’s this now?” His smirk deepened when your breath shuddered, the way your body reacted giving you away completely. “This little thing got you all worked up, huh?”
Your face burned, but you couldn’t deny it. Not when your body was betraying you so obviously.
Toji exhaled a low chuckle, stepping in until your back hit the wall, his body caging you in. His scent was intoxicating—gunpowder, sweat, and something uniquely him. His free hand reached out, fingers tracing a slow path down your arm before stopping at your hip, gripping you firmly.
“Y’know, doll…” His voice was a quiet rumble, smooth and deliberate. “You keep squeezin’ your thighs like that, I might just have to see what’s got you so damn wet.”
Your breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it. Toji’s smirk widened, his fingers digging into your hip, keeping you pinned in place.
“You want it, don’t you?” he murmured, bringing the gun up, running the cold metal along the side of your neck. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation, the contrast of the cool steel against your burning skin making you tremble. “You’ve been thinkin’ about this all day, huh? Maybe even longer?”
Your lips parted, but your voice was barely above a whisper.
“Toji…”
That was all it took.
Something dark flickered in his eyes, his amusement turning into something heavier, something more dangerous. He ran the barrel of the gun down your throat, over your collarbone, tracing the curve of your body before stopping just above the swell of your breasts.
“You’re somethin’ else,” he muttered, his tongue running over his teeth as he took you in. “All hot ‘n bothered ‘cause of a damn gun. Fuckin’ filthy, baby.”
You bit your lip, your breathing uneven, body tensing in anticipation.
Toji pressed the gun lower, just below your navel, teasing. The weight of it sent a new rush of heat between your thighs, your body betraying you even more. You were soaked—he hadn’t even touched you properly yet, and you were already a mess for him.
Toji noticed. Of course, he did.
He let out a low chuckle, his grip on your hip tightening as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
“You’re lucky I like my girls filthy,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with hunger. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me?”
His words sent a shudder through your entire body, your knees nearly giving out as the anticipation threatened to consume you whole.
Toji pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his smirk turning downright predatory as he tapped the gun lightly against your inner thigh.
“C’mon, doll,” he purred, eyes dark and hungry. “Let me see how bad you really want it.”
And fuck, you did.
Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling as Toji dragged the cold metal of the gun along your inner thigh. The contrast between the icy steel and the heat pooling between your legs had your entire body trembling. Your fingers twitched at your sides, desperate for something to hold onto, something to ground you—but he wasn’t going to let you have that kind of control. No, this was all him.
Toji exhaled another low chuckle, watching you like a predator toying with his prey. “Look at you,” he mused, his voice a deep, husky drawl. “Fuckin’ shaking, and I haven’t even done anything yet.”
You swallowed hard, your thighs squeezing together involuntarily—but Toji was quick. The gun pressed between them, forcing them apart with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.
“Ah, ah,” he tutted, shaking his head. “That’s not what I asked, doll.” His eyes gleamed with something wicked as he gave a slight nudge, pushing the gun higher, teasing you. “I said, spread ‘em.”
A whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. Your body obeyed before your mind even caught up, your legs parting just enough for him to slot himself even closer, for the gun to press even higher up your inner thigh.
“Good girl,” Toji praised, his smirk deepening. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Your head fell back against the wall, fingers curling into fists as he slowly—agonizingly—dragged the barrel up, up, up, stopping just short of where you needed it most. The anticipation was maddening, your body already dripping with need, aching for even the slightest bit of relief.
Toji tilted his head, watching your every reaction like he was memorizing them, like he was savoring the way you shivered, the way your body responded so perfectly to him.
“So damn needy,” he muttered, tapping the gun lightly against your soaked panties. “Bet you’re fucking soaked, huh?”
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a whimper, but Toji wasn’t having that.
“Words, doll,” he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. “Tell me.”
You exhaled shakily, barely able to think straight as the cold steel pressed against your core. “Y-Yeah…” you admitted, your voice small, breathy.
Toji let out a pleased hum, dragging the gun down, pressing just a little harder against your slit through the thin fabric. You twitched at the sensation, a soft gasp slipping past your lips.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his grip tightening around the weapon. “You really are drippin’, huh?” He let out a low, satisfied chuckle, like this was the best thing he’d ever seen. “Goddamn, baby, all this just from a little gunplay? You’re a real fuckin’ freak, ain’tcha?”
Your face burned, but the shame only made the arousal pool deeper in your stomach. You didn’t care. Not when he was looking at you like that, not when his voice was dripping with amusement and hunger.
Toji’s smirk widened as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against your ear. “You want me to fuck you with it, don’t you?” he whispered, the words sending a violent shudder down your spine.
A desperate whimper escaped you, your entire body aching, throbbing.
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “C’mon, doll,” he coaxed, pressing the gun more firmly against you. “Say it.”
Your breath hitched, your entire body trembling as you finally gave in.
“Yes,” you whispered, voice raw with need. “Please, Toji.”
That was all it took.
Toji let out a low, dark chuckle, his free hand reaching up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, his expression filled with pure, unfiltered hunger.
“Fuckin’ filthy,” he murmured, eyes dark and hooded. “I fuckin’ love it.”
Without another word, he pulled the gun away, just for a second—before pushing your panties to the side, the cold metal pressing directly against your dripping folds.
A sharp gasp tore from your throat, your entire body jolting at the sensation. The cold steel, the weight of it, the sheer taboo of what was happening—it was all too much.
Toji let out a low groan, watching you squirm. “Shit, baby,” he muttered, pressing the barrel right against your swollen clit, dragging it up and down with agonizing slowness. “Look at you. So fuckin’ wet for me.”
Your head fell back, a whimper escaping your lips as he continued his slow, torturous movements.
“Let’s see just how much you can take, yeah?” Toji purred, voice thick with dark amusement.
And with that, he pressed the gun even lower, teasing your entrance—before slowly, deliciously, pushing it inside.
The air between you was thick with something heavy—something that made it impossible to think straight. Toji had you pinned, his body heat seeping into yours, his grip firm yet teasing, like he was daring you to break first.
You swallowed hard, your breath uneven as he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His smirk was lazy, knowing, like he was taking his time just to watch you unravel.
“You wanna act all shy now?” he murmured, voice deep and taunting. “After the way you were lookin’ at me? After sittin’ here, practically droolin’ over my gun?”
Heat bloomed across your skin, a mix of embarrassment and something far more dangerous. Toji saw it all—the way your thighs twitched, the way your fingers clenched like you didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Cute,” he muttered, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “But we both know better, don’t we?”
Your breath hitched as his grip on your wrist tightened, keeping you right where he wanted. His free hand ghosted over your thigh, his touch deliberate, teasing. Not quite giving you what you wanted—just reminding you that he could, that he was in control.
“You want me to play with you, don’t you?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement. “Wanted this all along.”
You bit your lip, heat pooling in your stomach.
Toji leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Say it.”
Your heart pounded, the weight of his words settling over you. He wasn’t going to let you have this easy. He wanted to hear you admit it—to hear you beg.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, the scent of gunpowder and sweat filling your lungs.
“…Yes,” you whispered.
Toji smirked, his fingers tightening around your thigh. “That’s my girl.”
His grip shifted, his body pressing just a little closer, his breath hot against your skin. His touch was slow, deliberate, meant to drive you crazy—meant to make you crave him even more.
“We’re gonna have some fun tonight,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.
And with that, he finally gave you what you’d been waiting for.
He thrusted his gun in and out at a quickening pace. The ridges on the gun hitting your sweet spots and you let out little whines. That only brought him to thrust it faster.
His thumb was rubbing quickening circles on your clit to bring you further to the edge. Then he randomly stops and you pout and let out a small whine. Your edge slowing fading away leaving you to throb and squirm as he leaves his thumb on your clit and his gun on your sweet spot pushing against it.
"Beg."
"Toji what?!" You angrily say. He lands a slap to your pussy with his free hand and you yelp. "Don't fucking give me attitude brat." For some reason it turned you more on and got you wetter.
He slaps you again and you moan louder. "You slut. This shit shouldn't turn you on but here we are. And back to what I said. Fucking beg. I didn't stutter."
He moves the gun slightly to tease you. And that was your breaking point. "Please, please, make me cum daddy, please." Your eyes glossed over as you said it in a cracked whiny voice.
"Good girl." He thrusts his gun once more. The ridges feeling better then ever. All those sweet spots you didn't know existed. You moan and squirm trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure.
It's not like you actually want to get away though. You have a save word for that of course. He'd never want to hurt you.
He rubs your clit even faster and gun thrusts, you squirt and he quickly replaces his gun with his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and licks them. He absolutely loves your taste.
He needs more though. He dives down and spreads your folds with his fingers seeing the cum strings. "Messy girl." He mumbles before lapping your folds and clit.
You cum on his tongue one last time. He then brings you up holding you close and then pecks your lips. "I love you."
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⯌Aftercare ⯌
MDNI
Master list's
After Toji fucked you raw you were letting out little whines and shaking a bit and some tears fell from your face. Maybe he took it a bit too far. No matter how tough he pretends to be he will always have a soft spot for you. He's gentle when making love, but when he fucks he sluts you out and is the complete opposite of gentle. So that's what just happened.
But he usually feels bad after fucking you raw like that. He usually cups your pussy and you whine from overstimulation. "Sweetheart? Come on talk to me." He kisses your nose and rubs his big warm hand on your stinging red ass from hitting it so hard. He holds you close giving gentle kisses and small, gentle "sh" when you let out a small whimper when he massages your sore muscles.
After letting you relax he picks you up princess style and starts a bath holding you the whole time. Since the both of you are already naked you both go in the tub instantly. He kisses your shoulder massaging your pussy gently rubbing small gentle rubs on your clit and play with your folds.
You cum on his fingers and picks you up caring you out of the water drying you and bringing you out of the room. He puts on pretty pink lacy panties and one of his shirts. He just puts on boxers for some decency- mostly for you.
He then holds you close until you fall asleep quickly and kisses your face then falls asleep with his lips on your forehead. <3
Can I have your thoughts on sexual tension with jjk men? Like the kind where you both want each other and can't do anything about it?
Kisses ❤️❤️
Yeah of course! If this isn't what you mean by what you want I'll redo it don't worry it's no biggie! I'd rather you say something and I PROMISE i will re-do it! ♥️🫵
Master list's
MDNI
Satoru Gojo:
You and Satoru were out shopping for lingerie (he made you), but he wanted to help his girl feel pretty in his defence. You both walk into the store and look around and see a very nice set. Baby blue. You can already tell he's rock hard. "Should I try these on baby?" You ask teasingly. "Yeah." He bluntly says. He wants to drag you into that changing room and fuck the shit out of you while you wear that- until you and him are soaked with sweat cum and tears. But the door is a curtain and there's a worker right beside it. So you really can't get frisky. He groans when you tell him no but you try it on and walk out to show him, since it was just girls out there. He made sure no men were there.
You honestly just gave him a bigger boner and a raging emotion he's never felt. Neediness, wanting, horny... He wants you so bad. You're so getting it when you get home just make sure you have your soul after that. He wants to fuck that out too.
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Megumi Fushiguro
You were sitting beside him listening to Gojo yap to the classroom about reverse technique and blabbering about how awesome and hot he is, which was slightly annoying but everyone learned to tune him out. "He's an idiot." Megumi mumbled like the grump he is. He was mindlessly rubbing your thigh gently under the table. But you were ovulating and this was just getting you fucking wet. And he was hotter than usual, I mean he was always hot- yeah he is. Your mind was squirming with thoughts and you were soaked at this point. He noticed that your face was flushed and he did a small grin. "What's wrong baby." He mumbles into your ear. You take a sharp inhale of breath and he moves his hand higher playing with your panties feeling the wet spot. He randomly pulls hand away and whispers.
"Princess, you're gonna have to wait."
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Nanami Kento
Nanami has the prettiest little secretary. You. He loves those short skirts and tight dress shirts that drive him crazy. When you sit in the corner of the room in his office with that lollipop in your mouth sucking it, he just wishes that it's his cock in your mouth. He swears you do it on purpose sometimes! It drives him absolutely wild. Short tight outfits, sucking and smirking, ain't even the worst thing. It's the fact that you have stripped in his office to change from your clothes to your work outfit. He's never seen you change but he finds the evidence. Your wet pretty pink lacy panties with a bow in the front and a matching bra and he jerks off to your underwear and stuffs the bra in his mouth so he's not loud. He really wishes he was sucking the thing the bra was holding (your tits) not the bra. He thinks he might go mad.
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Toji Fushiguro
You recently got a book. It had a gun scene, where she got gun fucked by her man, and fuck Toji has a gun. And that's for some reason a turn on for you. Your ovulation time makes you extra horny. And just seeing Toji makes you aroused. He is one fine man and god you can stare at him for hours. He comes home holding his gun from his last shoot out and his muscles compressed in that tight shirt of his. God damn. You looked him up and down imagining his gun rubbing your clit rubbing up down your slit going inside, teasing you with it. He sees you checking him out, wanting something. He knows.
He waves his gun in the air.
"You want somethin' doll?"
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Choso Kamo
The air in the crowded space felt stifling, but it had nothing to do with the people around you and everything to do with him. Choso stood close—too close—his body angled just enough that only you could feel the heat radiating off him. His fingers barely skimmed the small of your back, an innocent touch to anyone watching, but the way his knuckles brushed against your skin sent a sharp thrill through you. He didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in, his lips hovering just beside your ear, his voice low and deliberate.
“You keep pressing into me like that,” he murmured, “Are you testing me… or do you want me to break?” His breath was warm, teasing, as his fingertips traced the faintest pattern against your side before retreating—just enough to make you crave the contact again. The weight of his gaze dragged over your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes, dark and unreadable, but the tension between you was undeniable. It was a game now—one neither of you seemed willing to lose.
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Suguru Geto
You've been walking around in a bra, all day...
Suguru's fingertips brushed against your jaw, barely there, yet enough to set your skin ablaze. His smirk was lazy, almost amused, but the sharp glint in his eyes told a different story—one of restraint, of something simmering just beneath the surface. "You're making this difficult," he murmured, his voice smooth, dark, laced with amusement and something more dangerous. His breath fanned against your lips, the space between you shrinking with every passing second. "Tell me," he mused, tilting his head ever so slightly, "are you going to keep teasing me, or do you want me to ruin you?"
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Toge Inumaki
One thing for Toge is that he can't talk normally without hurting himself because of his cursed technique. So he uses physical touch. He'll pinch your sides, snuggle you, tickle you, stuff like that.
Right now he's gently kissing your face on his dorm bed running his hands up and down you. You both never went past making out. But the tension between you two is so strong. He decides to use his cursed technique.
"Undress."
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Yuji Itadori
Yuji was playing with Megumi's demon dogs scratching their bellies. You couldn't help but notice how long his fingers are and how nice they curl. You gulp and look away but being the observant man he is, he looked back and noticed your flushed face. "Y/N what's the matter?" He said in a curious but overall cheerful tone.
He notices you zoned out and staring at his fingers before you blink back to reality. "Oh nothing, nothing." He grinned and wiggled is fingers.
"Oh?"
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Comment if you want a longer version of these!
Posting a inumaki smut tmrw comment if u wanna get tagged <3
Prolly posting two things
⯌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.
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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.
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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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Write a JJK character and fluff or smut beside it and i'll write it
put it in the comments and ill put it into a pull
Finding Nemo!
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Fluff
Master list's
⯌ Sum
Your boyfriend Choso can't find you at the super market :(
(he's never been to one)
⯌ Wc
614
Something short and cute <3
⯌ Warnings
Fluff, Pet names and some words like 'hot' and 'sexy' (nothing bad), like one swear word, Alcohol mentions, snuggles and some kisses <3 (MAN EYE LINER 🤤)
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Since Choso used to work with Kenjaku and such, none of them really ate from the supermarket so they don't get caught. So they just grew stuff from gardens and had a small chicken coop. So ever since he met you after Shibuya he has some things to get used to.
A new thing you and Choso did was clubbing all night.
Got drunk.
And went home and just got knocked out. You both woke up hungover with a weight on you. Choso. "Ah- 'Cho your heavy-" You choke out. He hugs you tighter with a grunt. "Choso i'm hungry." You say with a tired voice. "Mmh..." he sighs. he rolls off of you. Kissing your nose, then all over your face but then you get up and he whines but stays put since he was tired.
You leave to go to the kitchen and open the fridge. Nothing. The both of you ate all the food last night in your drunken state. You really don't want to go to the store hungover. But, you are starving.
"Cho!" You yell across the house. "Get dressed! We're going to the store!" He's quite a good boyfriend and always listens to you. So he comes down the stairs looking hot as usual. His hair down and in his black sweater with some black joggers. Nothing special but goddamn.
He brings down an eye liner pencil down. "Baby can you do it on my water line?" He asks holding up the pencil. You sit on his lap and gently put it on the water line under his eyes.
After that you finally ask the question. "We are going to the store 'Cho there is no need to look sexy."
"Just for my pretty girl." He responds with a small smirk. "Thanks baby for the eye liner anyway."
Eventually you guys get up and walk away holding hands. He gets in the drivers seat with you in the passenger rubbing your thigh. You guys eventually get to the store.
His cheeks blushed as he begins to say something. "I've never... been in a grocery store." He looks away with a small huff. You try not to laugh, not because it's funny, but because it is so adorable...
"It's fine baby." You say.
You and Choso walk in holding hands. His eyes widen when he sees the high ceiling and food smells hitting his nose. Since he's a curse his senses were overwhelmed. He squeezed your hand and you squeezed back reassuring him its alright.
The both of you went into a snack isle. "Hold on stay here 'Cho i'm grabbing some meat, stay here and grab the chips you want." You leave and go to the poultry area and leave Choso alone.
Choso found some Ruffles and does a cute little smile. He leaves the isle and tries to find you.
You leave the poultry and go back to find him not there. Shit.
"Cho?!" You call and walk around the store. Some kid giving you a weird stare and you glare back. You walk into the bread isle to see him munching on a loaf of bread with tears in his eyes.
A small smile forms on your face when you see a grown man- your man being adorable. "Cho," You smile. "You have to pay first." He wipes his face and finishes the bread. "I thought I lost you..." He mumbles and holds you tight.
"No its okay baby, I'm right here." You kiss his nose.
You both went home and basically just watched movies and ate ice cream (and that bread he found out he liked).
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You never took him to the store again.
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Lingerie shopping turns into a 'phone call' with pictures, then you're hitting that 69 position and you have a idea... peggin your sub!satoru
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Satoru was in a cranky mood, being the dramatic ass he is, you were late. On a struggle sum mission but obviously he thought you were cheating on him. He calls you as you answer he mumbles into the mic.
"Where the hell are you?!" He grunts into the mic trying to be tough- he really isn't. He sounds more whiny and bitchy then dominant.
You laugh slightly. "I'm at the store 'Toru. I just ended the mission, so I just ran too the store. So stop being dramatic and just wait like a normal person."
You send a picture of yourself in a Victoria's Secret. Buying the colour- his favourite colour- his eye colour, lingerie set. Your wearing it in the changing room standing in front of the mirror your back arching slightly sitting on the bench with your legs crossed.
"Fuck." He groans in the mic. He has totally forgotten about why he called in the first place. The only thing he feels or thinks about at the moment is the heat between his legs. His blood rushing to his cock and his pants were beginning to get tight. A prominent bulge in his grey sweats.
"Send more sweets?" He asked like a question, but it's more of a demand. "Hmm beg for it." You say smuggly. He lets out a huff and groan.
The strongest sorcerer begging?!
But fuck, he really needed some help with the 'issue'.
"Please baby? Pleaseee..." He begs with little whines as he slowly strokes his cock to the only picture you sent. You hang up so you don't get caught and send him another one with a sentence attached. "Stop touching yourself I'm coming home soon just buying it."
He feels mixed emotions- your coming home and with new lingerie as soon as you come home he's ripping it to shreds.
But the closest Victoria's Secret is 40 minutes away.
40 fucking minutes with a throbbing hard boner.
He pulls his pants and boxers back up with a little shake. He was fucking horny it hurt so bad. He turned on the TV flipping to a channel trying to get distracted. But of course he sees a sex scene 2nd channel he flips to. His crotch area on his sweat pants get wet with pre-cum and he gets so hard it hurts. He swears he's never been this hard in his life. It started to sting his bulge more prominent than ever.
It has been at least an hour and you're not back. Maybe because you went to another store. Presumably to get a strap. Maybe to be an ass more than his pleasure. But then again it will be fucking fun to see him fall apart under under you, instead of you falling apart under him.
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You come back with a bag in your hands and your new lingerie under your clothes. He gets up and grabs you and pins you against the wall. His lips press against yours harshly, with aggression and anger. You realize how fucking hard he is. It's pressing against your legs, you try to look down, but his hand is wrapped in your hair pulling at it.
He picks you up meanly and throws you on the bed attempting to be tough. He rips your clothes off, gaping at your body in the lingerie. He went to dom instantly to sub. Like usual. It's a common recurrence. He kisses the top of your breast softly with wide eyes. He massages your other tit and you let out a little moan and so does he.
He kisses your body as he slowly takes off your lingerie. "You're so pretty..." He gaps at your body. "Please..." He begs nothing in specific but just wanting you so fucking bad.
You both lay on your sides faces in front of crotches in a perfect 69. You take his long cock into your mouth and suck the sensitive tip. He grabs your ass and shoves his face in our pussy and smells. You barely did anything and he's already gasping. Pussy drunk just from your smell.
He lets out little pathetic moans when he dick hits the back of your throat. He sucked on your clit like a soother, as little tears rolled down his face. Your throat tightens with pleasure as he sucks. He automatically lets out a pathetic whimper and suckles harder.
He cums down your throat and you swallow. He whines and moans and suckles and you eventually simply squirt as well. He laps it all up drunk on your taste. He pulls you up and leaves little kisses on your face.
"I bought something." You say in a cocky voice. He looks at you suspicious gleam in his eyes. "And that is...?" He says a bit concerned. You're known to buy weird things, like one time banana holders shaped like bananas (you didn't need it) so he's a bit skeptical of what you 'bought'. But he's still cerious.
"A strap and some lube." You bluntly spurt out. "Wait- what?! You are not using that on me-!" You do a little pout. "Come on i'll take care of you and make you feel good. Pleaseee?"
He lets out a defeated sigh. And you immodestly smile with a grin that seems evil. Satoru raises his eyebrows surprised and slightly nervous. You grab the lube and spurt enough love on your finger for like 10 sex sessions. But you need to make sure your Satoru feels good. He always makes sure you do so you will take care of him today.
"Get on your stomach." You gently demanded and he did as commanded. "Wait." Satoru quickly said. "I want you to feel good too. Spread your legs." He spreads your legs and shoves a vibrator inside and grabs the remote then goes on his stomach. You attach the strap and shoves your heavily lubed finger inside his ass and he lets out a little discomforted grunt. You kiss his back and slowly pull his finger in and out.
"It's starting to feel good..." He mumbles into his pillow his muscles flexing. He grabs the remote and makes it buzz inside you and your finger falters and you let out a little moan. You pull your finger out and place the dildo strap right in front of his ass and push in. He ups the vibrations and you push in deeper caressing his g-spot. Your arms wrap around his body and grab his cock and thrusts.
You jerk him off fast and your thrusts catch up to speeds. He starting whining and the vibrations get stronger and your juices start to lube the strap on dildo making it smooth in and out deeper and farther.
"I- I'm cumming!" He moans out and cums all over your hands and jolts of pleasure shoot through you as well. You both moan and cum in unison. You pull out and take off the strap and pull out the now soaked vibrator.
He pulls you into his arms and holds you close. Both your bodies are in a thin layer of sweat and he leaves little kisses on your forehead and gentle 'thank you's' in your ears. Then he asks a question holding the strap and vibrator in the air.
"Round two?"
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