I Would Follow Him If It Was Real Hundred Percent🫶🏻

Good shit. Mhm mhm. Good shit. Good shit. THATS SOME GOOD SHIT!

Kinktober Day 5

Kintober Day 5- Praise/assisted maturation

Amajiki Tamaki x reader

Authors note: Not proof read and kinda short but I gotta get back on the kinktober grind. Reader has been dating Tamaki for a while before this and is gn. Enjoy!

Requests open for kink and flufftober along with regular fics!

Tamaki has always been a very shy guy. From when you first met to when you started dating and to when you left school. Tamaki is for sure brave and powerful but has always been shy.

Whenever you give him a compliment or praise the result is a extremely flushed Tamaki. But lately you've noticed when you praise him for something the result is a Tamaki that seems...turned on? You can't put your finger on what is different about his reaction but it's there you just have to figure out what it is.

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"Hey babe, how are you?" You walk into your living room where Tamaki is sitting at your round table working. He has his hair pulled back and is wearing his lounge clothes. Tamaki looks up at you with a smile.

"Hello honey I'm good, how was shopping?" Tamaki's voice is soft and sweet. You walk towards him, cupping his face in your hands and leaning down to give him a kiss. "It was fine, what are you working on?"

Tamaki explains to you some of the agency work he's doing. Tamaki insisted on doing the majority of the agency paper work. After he finishes talking you decide to test a theory. "Wow Amajiki, you're really smart."

Tamaki immediately clams up, face flushing red. "You know," you move closer to him on the couch, "It's really sexy when you show off." He gulps when your sultry voice whispers in his ear. Tamaki begins to stammer out a response but just ends up mumbling a thank you.

"You know you look amazing today, almost pulled you back into bed this morning when I saw you in your suit if you know what I mean." Tamaki can feel himself getting hot, he quickly rushes out some excuse and gets up to walk to the bedroom.

Before you can stop him he's gone, rushing down the hall. After a few minutes of waiting on Tamaki and him not coming out you decide to investigate. You lightly knock on the bedroom door and get a muffled response. "Babe?"

You call out his name. "You okay in there Amajiki?" When he doesn't say anything you start to get worried. "Amajiki I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I'm sorry if I did." There's no response again and you're ready to walk away and give him space.

That is untill you here an noise come from behind the door. "Amajiki?" The sound that you hear from the room grows louder. It sounds airy and desperate. After a minute of consideration you say, "Babe I'm coming in."

When you open the door you're met with a flushed Tamaki with his pants down desperately pumping his length on your shared bed. When he sees you he let's out a whiny moan. You stand frozen in shock for a second, taking in the sight before you.

"I'm- I'm sorry y/n. I just- what you said earlier I needed to take care of it." Tamaki stumbles over his words trying to find an explanation. You quickly realize what he means, a smirk coming to your face. You close the door, making your way over to wear Tamaki is jerking himself off.

When he sees you getting closer his shaky hands stop their movement. "Oh Amajiki don't stop, you were doing so good." Your words make him choke on the whine bubbling in his throat. His face flushes a darker shade of red in embarrassment.

You lightly push at his shoulders making him move all the way to the back of the bed rest. You slowly get onto Tamaki's lap, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Your sultry voice whispers in his ear, "Common Amajiki keep touching yourself, don't you want to be good? For me?"

Your words cause Tamaki to rush his hands to his throbbing length. He whimpers at the feeling. You start softly leaving hickeys up and down the side of his neck.

"I-Im close." He moans to you after a minute. You chuckle, "Already?" Tamaki gets flustered at your words. He stumbles over his excuse for a second before he throws his head back. "I was already built up from before." He trys to excuse the burning pleasure he feels building in his core.

"Hmm I suppose. You're being good so I'll let you come. But don't stop after you do ok?" Tamaki quickly shakes his head. With a high pitched whine he comes over his hand and lower shirt.

As he comes down from his high his hand starts to slow down. You bring one if your hands down to hold onto his. Your hand forces his to continue moving at a faster pace. Tamaki moans loudly at the feeling, "Y/n-" He cuts himself off with a whine when you begin to play with his tip.

Tamaki starts to try and fold in on himself and bend his legs. You stop him, making him take all of it. "You look so pretty like this Amajiki. Just want to have you like this for a little longer. You can do that for me right my pretty boy?" Tamaki takes a deep breath at your words.

Through desperate moans he nods his head. His face flushed in embarrassment and pleasure. "Good boy Amajiki."

YUMYUMYUM

Me next, Please!

context. they ask you to be rough!

ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, choso kamo, ino takuma, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro

txt. shit its been a while since the last smau, sorry gang. but i have some ideas up my sleeve in correlation to this one 😈 also i may have deleted my app by accident....

satoru gojo.

suguru geto.

nanami kento.

choso kamo.

ino takuma.

toji fushiguro.

ryomen sukuna.

Favourite fic ever!

Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead? 

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see. 

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering. 

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?” 

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs. 

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him. 

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

No crumbs were left. What? Crumbs? What crumbs?

Sukuna Out Here Street Fightin', Where You Attttt?

Sukuna was, as always, a walking disaster. Sassy, mean, selfish, and egotistical—he never missed a chance to remind you (and the entire world) how lucky you were to be dating him. And sure, no one ever talked about how he begged you to date him, but he'd somehow rewritten that history in his head. You had to roll your eyes every time he casually flexed in the mirror or commented on his “godlike physique” while you were just trying to make breakfast.

After you two got together, Sukuna calmed down—just a bit, though. A tiny bit. The only reason for that was because you were a homebody, and he was obsessed with you. He hated being away for more than two seconds, so his usual chaos-making was put on pause. For the most part. But when he did get out of the house, you practically had to beg his friends to drag him out so they could spend some time with him.

Of course, you knew he’d only last an hour. Two hours max if he was feeling especially “generous,” as he called it. Any longer, and he’d be banging on the door, demanding your attention again.

Today was one of those days. He’d been gone for, what, a whopping ninety minutes? Just as his friends were getting comfortable, Sukuna’s phone rang. His smirk immediately appeared when he saw your name flash on the screen.

"What is it, woman? Miss me already?"

He didn’t even wait for a response as he strolled toward his car, leaving his friends mid-conversation. Honestly, how they put up with his attitude was a mystery. Then again, they probably liked the peace and quiet when he wasn’t talking their ears off about how amazing he was.

"Sukuna," you started, sounding serious—an instant red flag for him. "Do you want to fight?"

That stopped him in his tracks. Sukuna, fight? Oh, he was born for this. He practically lived for it. The guy was ready to throw hands with anyone over anything. His blood practically sang at the idea.

His voice dropped to that dangerous tone he reserved for anyone dumb enough to get on his bad side. "What happened? You okay?"

"My friend's boyfriend cheated on her, and now he's coming to our place, blaming me for her breaking up with him. He's talking mad crazy… and I think he's bringing his friends."

The sheer nerve of someone thinking they could show up at your place, running their mouth? That was enough to set him off.

Sukuna paused mid-step, his smirk widening as a new thought popped into his head. He turned around, giving his friends that mischievous glint in his eye. “Oi, you deadbeat! You up for a good fight?”

His friends, lounging around and probably grateful for the brief respite from his constant boasting, blinked in confusion. One of them, clearly not paying attention, tilted his head. “Wait, what?”

Sukuna sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple like he was dealing with toddlers. "God, what was his name? Toji? Yeah, you!" He pointed at one of the guys, who was just minding his business. “Do you good one and two and get over here.”

Toji, looking completely lost, raised an eyebrow. “Do I… what?”

Sukuna waved his hand impatiently, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. There’s a bunch of losers heading to my place right now, and they think they can start something. Just get in the fucking car."

Without waiting for them, he turned his attention back to you on the phone, fully aware you’d heard everything. The grin on your face said it all—you thought he was an idiot. And, to be fair, he kind of was. A complete dumbass, really, but he was your dumbass.

“Tell me when they get there. Don’t open the door and stay quiet. I’ll be there in five,” he commanded, like this was some kind of action movie and he was the hero swooping in.

You stifled a laugh. “Okay, just… don’t speed, Sukuna. I’m serious.” There was a pause before you softened your voice, feeling a little bit ridiculous, but still… “Love you.”

For a second, Sukuna’s smirk faltered, replaced by the slightest hint of a softer expression. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Now hang up—I’ve got idiots to deal with.”

And just like that, the dangerous, cocky grin was back on his face as he threw his phone onto the passenger seat and revved the engine.

His friends, barely in the car, exchanged knowing glances. “How is she not sick of him yet?” one of them muttered, earning a chuckle from the rest.

But Sukuna? He didn’t hear a word.

Both groups arrived at the same time, but Sukuna didn’t even bother parking the car properly—he just flung open the door and stepped out like a man on a mission. His friends followed suit, stepping out with the same resigned energy of people who knew this was just another day with Sukuna. You, of course, knew how this would go. You’d seen it before. Sukuna didn’t waste time with trash talk or back-and-forth. He had one method: charge in, swing hard, and make sure whoever stood in front of him regretted it.

As soon as Sukuna’s feet hit the ground, the ex barely had time to blink. Sukuna was already charging at him like a freight train, too big, too fast, and with hands ready to do damage. The ex-boyfriend, who had been talking big earlier, didn’t even get a chance to throw a punch. Sukuna was all over him.

But oh, Sukuna wasn’t just satisfied with beating the guy. No, he had to taunt him too—classic Sukuna. You’d heard stories about him making grown men cry just from his sharp tongue mid-fight, and you were about to witness it firsthand.

The fight escalated quickly, turning into a full-blown brawl. Sukuna’s friends, seeing the ex’s crew trying to get involved, jumped into the fray without hesitation. It was chaotic, fists flying everywhere, but Sukuna? He was having the time of his life, grinning while easily handling the ex-boyfriend.

From your spot on the porch, you were already recording everything on your phone, laughing at how ridiculous but utterly entertaining the whole scene was. The ex had been running his mouth earlier, acting tough, but now? Now he was getting mopped. And it was all on camera.

Then it happened—mid-fight, the ex tried to get a cheap shot in and managed to rip Sukuna’s white shirt, exposing his tattooed, sweaty chest. You saw your moment.

"Take the shirt off, baby!" you shouted, laughing.

Without even pausing, Sukuna grinned like the showman he was, ripping the rest of the shirt clean off while still stomping the ex into the ground. The guy didn’t stand a chance.

Sukuna, never one to miss an opportunity to show off, turned his whole body toward you, flexing like he was on stage, showing off his v-line, his insane tattoos, and that perfectly sculpted body. He knew exactly what he was doing, and honestly, so did you.

“Get ready for me when I finish beating his ass,” Sukuna called out to you with a wink, before turning back to his poor opponent, who was probably regretting every decision that led him here.

You couldn’t stop laughing, capturing every second on your phone. It was ridiculous, it was over-the-top, but it was also just another day with Sukuna.

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sukuna calling toji deadbeat is my favorite thing

I love attention💗🤭

MY BABYYYY😭😭😭😭😭🥰

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 '𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙐' 𝘾𝙐𝘿𝘿𝙇𝙀?

Satoru Gojo x reader.

What's a toru cuddle?

You and him both know what a toru cuddle is.

It's when he comes back from work literally 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 and the only thing that drags him home is the thought of a toru cuddle, you named it that.

He came back home with a big pout almost pushing all his lip out like a baby when it's about to cry, and you know what's about to happen, he's gonna plop his body on you and after 5 minutes he'll drag your ass to bed with him and put his whole weight on you 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵.

He must be rewarded with a kiss every 10 or 5 minutes because he worked really hard today and he tried to act nonchalant and cool which isn't him and he's exhausted, you shall praise him occasionally for what a good boy he's been and how he's so good at his job and to you. You can't call him Gojo Or Satoru, that isn't his name its toru because it sounds only right from your mouth you're the person closest to him, he is always wanting your warmth and loves how you never complain to him of being too clingy or too childish around you, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

All he wants is to enjoy life a little and forget about the horrible jujutsu society, you and your cuddles are his life source.

That's what a toru cuddle is, it's him and you 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

Comments are appreciated!!! ≧﹏≦

I can fix him!

Secretly down bad!Naoya who walks around acting like he's a part of the whole "I hate my gf" trend when in reality, you drive him crazy in ways he couldn't possibly begin to explain or understand.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets hard whenever you yell at him. Something about that aggravation in your tone, the way you glare at him, and the overall frustration that takes over your body makes his cock twitch without second thought.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who can't handle arguments with you for that exact reason. Most of his past "lovers", if you can even call them that, would've left him after the first argument. But you? Oh, your tongues ten times sharper than his could ever be. He's tried insulting you in every way possible but somehow you always make him eat his words.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who's unintentionally become a gentleman around you. Following things like the "side-walk rule", referring to you as "ma'am", and doing things like holding the door open for you. All very simple things but all actions he's never done for anyone else. Ever.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who learned so much about himself ever since he got with you. You've suggested some wild things in the bedroom and although his initial response is usually no, he somehow ends up doing exactly as you've requested.

Secretly down bad!Naoya one time scowled at the mere idea of bondage, especially when you said he'd be the one restricted. And yet, there he was on that fated night with his hands tied behind his back as he watched you play with yourself right in front of him. He was so frustrated that night that he ended up cumming without you even touching him.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who still has a smart mouth, as expected, but he now only gets smart with you to provoke a reaction out of you. Sometimes you'll land a playful smack on his arm and all he can do is smile and ask you to do that again.

Which is roughly what opened his eyes to the fact that he quite enjoys a bit of pain from you. Choking him while you ride him to the point of throated grunts 'n groans catching at his throat? Telling him about himself in more ways than one and how he's such a shitty person?? Well, shit, he can't quite get enough.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who felt a shiver run down his spine when you once blocked him for something rather trivial. What really topped it all off was when you told him that the only thing that'd make you unblock him was if he sent an apology video, with tears.

And not just any kinda apology video either, no, of course not. The woman he's found himself with is far more demanding than that. Instead, you told him to send you a pathetic video of him getting off to you, still with tears, and a genuine apology.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who rolled his eyes at that rediculous request of yours. Never in a million years would he send some woman (the love of his life, btw--I know, surprising) a video of him not only jerking off, but also apologizing over something stupid he did? No way. Over his dead body-

Secretly down bad!Naoya who gives in after a total of three hours and sends you a lengthy video of his shaky hands wrapped around his cock as he pants out your name, whispering how sorry he is in a tone so unbelievably embarrassed that you can hardly believe it's him at first.

And if that wasn't enough, it's even more surprising to you how Secretly down bad!Naoya also has a pair of your panties pressed up to his nose and is ranting about how agonizing it's been not being able to text or call you for the past few hours.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who, at the end of the video, utters a bratty complaint about how much you get on his nerves. Which is so hilarious considering the mess he's made of himself, on video, all for you. And on top of this complaint of his? Seconds after, he's whining a plea for you to unblock him so he can get your attention again, even if said attention consists of you cursing him out again.

Secretly down bad!Naoya who gets unblocked about thirty minutes after he sent those videos of his and starts smiling to himself like an idiot. Somehow in that insane mind of his, he's managed to convince himself that he won whatever conflict was just between the two of you.

Even though he had to send you multiple videos of him jerking off and making an overall fool of himself...

Secretly down bad!Naoya who's not even 'secretly down bad', you're actually well aware of how pathetic your boyfriend is for you. He can't explain it too well but, you've always had him wrapped around your pretty lil' finger like no other.

GUYS! Sorry for being so inactive lately, life is getting hectic! But if it plays out, you’ll probably get a few works now.

For the first official time, requests for blurbs with the Jjk characters are open! Any scenario you got in mind? Send it my way!

HINDI HINDI HINDI YESSSSSSS THANKYOU ML🤧🩷💖

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀!!

Desc: jjk men witness reader speaking multiple languages!

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Choso, Toji, Ino!

Warnings: Fluff!

Comments are appreciated! :-D

Me On my way! To c.ai rn

thinking about jacking kazutora off and not paying any attention to it. your adroit fingers pump at his shaft, twisting around him steadily as you move your hand down, thumb catching the pre that leaks from his tip every time you trace over it. you’re working him like it’s your job, grip on him almost synonymous to the vice grip your cunt has every time you fuck yourself onto him, but you won’t even look at him. it feels like torture (if torture has ever been so good), and he’s making a scene of himself; whining close to your ear, muttering out your name, bucking his hips up into your hand, begging so pathetically loud you almost break to call him desperate. kazutora is so needy, so ready to be whatever you ask for, so ready to do anything just for you to touch him, and the lack of praise, or degradation, or regard you’re giving him is overwhelming. you keep your eyes pointed forward on the movie you have on the entirety of your actions, and once a loud, pitched ‘please’ leaves him, you use your other hand to turn the volume on the program up.

he doesn’t move for your face, doesn’t touch you to get you to pay attention to him up until the very end. his cock twitches under your touch, throat closes around a garbled sob, and he can’t help himself anymore. he grabs at you, forces you to him and mentally pleads that you don’t stop the high you’re about to give him when he kisses you, swift apologies stumbling into and against your parted lips as ropes of cum coat your fingers.

kazutora catches his breath as he holds you, chest rising and falling heavily as he leaves his head against yours until you force him away, lifting your fingers to make him— let him— taste himself before you point your attention back to your tv screen, the lack of attention already throbbing at his cock again.