♡ CUTE MORNING LETTERS - TOGE INUMAKI

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hai papi 😘

we weren’t just friends - okkotsu yuuta

☆ part one : “face it, you want it, you crave it”  11.9k

☆ part two : “i’m not ready, eyes heavy now”  11k

☆ part three : “i wish you’d let me stay, i’m ready now”  10.2k**smut!!**

'YOUR BIGGEST FAN' JJK MEN

summary. lives of the rich and famous with jjk men .ೃ࿐

cw/ tw. fem!reader, rockstar/ celebrity au, bodyguard, groupie, model reader, partial voyeurism, implied sugar baby, kinda free use themes, mild degradation, boss/ employee, praise kink, mild possessive behavior, pet names (ex. sweetie, baby, princess), intended for 18+ readers

featuring. gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, toji

an. kind of obsessed with this idea, so here we are. reblogs are appreciated!

✢ GOJO

He has you splayed out on his lap, balancing you on one of his thick thighs while one of his hands slips beneath the frilly, lace waistband of your panties—he likes seeing you in things that are fine and delicate, something that’s easy to peel to the side—denim shorts dangling around your ankle.

Airy mewls fill the small space of the town car, the driver pointedly keeping his gaze anywhere else where he stands outside. Your hands grapple for purchase onto the leather seats as he works your pussy open on his thick fingers, most likely ruining his designer jeans underneath you. 

But if he notices, he doesn't say anything about it—he can more than likely afford a new pair without blinking twice.

He leans down to bite and lick the little marks he made right above the neckline of his merch hoodie you’re wearing, making your head fall back against his shoulder with a broken moan escaping you.

His dark chuckle tickles the shell of your ear, and you feel his lips form a smile. "You have such a gushy cunt, don’t you?"

You try to answer—unsure if he really wants you to—head a messy mixture of sweet and slippery to hold onto any one thought until he pulls out his wet fingers from your cunt to slap them against your clit. It’s sensitive and already so hot from the number of times he's made you cum.

"Ah, Mr. Gojo, t-too much!" You reach down to push his hand away between your legs, but he's faster, snatching your wrists in a firm grip and holding them against your chest.

He bites your cheek. "Sweetie, be grateful for what I’m giving you. Be a good little stress reliever, okay?"

And he slaps your clit one more time just to feel your thighs tremble around his wrist.

✢ GETO

You’ve never spoken to Geto Suguru, except for receiving a perfunctory ‘nice to meet you’ on your first day as his manager’s intern—backstage a head-throbbing mixture of weed and cigarettes—before he walked out on stage to a crowd of roaring fans. But now, with Shoko leaving temporarily, you’ll be working directly with him. 

It’s just your luck that you develop the worst case of foot-in-mouth stepping onto his tour bus as his new (fill-in) manager.

“I’m actually your biggest fan,” you say or something along those lines—blood rushes to your head too fast for you to remember—it was bound to happen eventually, that’s what you tell yourself whenever Geto’s bigger-than-life presence makes your brain all fuzzy.

You bring a hand to your lips, wondering if it’s really too late to swallow those words, and take your seat at the front of the bus.

The corners of his mouth peel back into a smirk that has your stomach flipping dangerously and then dreadfully—because all he probably sees is nothing more than a silly college student with a crush.

That should have been your warning to take your seat.

“My biggest fan, huh?” He leans against the counter in the kitchenette, looking like every GQ magazine cover you have of him stashed in your closet. “That’s nice.”

In the back of your mind somewhere, you remember the briefing Shoko gave you about ‘not fucking the band,’  but it evaporates with a hand pressing down between your shoulder blades, bending you over the cold kitchen counter until your toes barely touch the floor.

Thick fingers shove up your prim pencil skirt to yank the soaked center of your panties to the side, and you jolt at the sound of his deep groan. 

It all feels so surreal—having someone as big and famous as Geto wanting you—until your eyes snap closed at the first slide of him bullying his thick cock inside you, the way it burns and has your thighs shaking in pleasure all at once, tears already pearling along your lashes.

“Geto—”

You gasp when one of his hands sinks into your hair and pulls, forcing your neck into an uncomfortable arch to look up at him. “When I fuck this little pussy, you call me sir. You got that?” he spits out almost meanly.

Your head bobs as much as his tight grip allows. However, he doesn’t give you time to respond because he’s bottoming out, and your hands scrabble against granite from the sheer fullness.

He muffles a groan into your shoulder. “There you go—squeezing me so tight—maybe keeping you around won’t be so bad.”

✢ NANAMI

You walk up to the wide desk in front of Nanami’s door, his receptionist smiling at you—Yuuji, his nameplate says—probably relieved that someone else is there to take whatever mood Nanami’s in today. Perhaps being one of the city’s most eligible bachelors is more stressful than it’s worth.

"Hi," you say. "Is he busy?"

Yuuji shakes his head. "Ah, no, but he's..." 

He peeks over his shoulder toward Nanami's office, where the sound of his voice leaks out under the thick door. At the sound of something clattering, he looks back at you with a wince. "He's been like that all morning, are—are you sure you don't want to come back later?"

"It's okay. I'll handle it.” You give him a sweet smile, feeling his eyes on your back as you disappear behind the office door.

A few minutes later, you find yourself situated on the floor between Nanami's legs, humming around the cock in your mouth and pulling down the thin straps of the dress he bought you the other day, fingers toying with the buttons between your breasts.

"Fuck, baby," he groans when you try to choke him down deeper, his tip hitting the back of your throat before pulling back and lapping at the slit.

"Sir, are you still there?" you hear whoever’s voice cut through the phone speaker pressed to his ear.

His fingers fumble for the unmute button. "Yeah."

You giggle—feeling messy and indulgent—when he struggles to keep his voice even, but he's looking down at you with wild eyes, lashes fluttering slightly. Then his fingers are in your hair, curling to grip the strands tight and forcing your head down to cut off your tiny bubbles of amusement.

A muffled moan rushes through your chest, and you press your lips tightly around him as you work him faster and faster, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and onto his black, neatly pressed slacks. Your scalp tingles, and your eyes roll back from the way his fingers tighten in your hair.

His head tilts back, already changing the audio to mute. "Perfect, baby. I love that little mouth."

And the guy on the phone remains none the wiser to what's happening, droning on about numbers and topics you know nothing about.

✢ SUKUNA

You hadn't meant to interrupt your manager while he was in a very important meeting with a brand who wants you on their runway. You'd been bored, couped up in the new penthouse that your modeling career got you with nothing better to do.

Sukuna does everything for you, after all.

Even this—because brats shouldn’t be let off easy—when he thinks you need reminding.

"Look at you, humping my leg like a bitch in heat," he sneers down at you where you're sprawled out across the expensive white couch in your living room, mean fingers roughly tweaking your nipples raw through the flimsy lace of your bra. "Couldn't wait for me to finish, huh? Pathetic.”

A distressed mewl leaves your lips when his hand fits between you to rub your clit. You feel like you've been at this for hours, desperately chasing a release just out of your reach that he refuses to give you.

"Please." Quietly, nearly a whisper. 

Your jeans are an annoying barrier, removing any friction against where his hand is doing little else than teasing you to tears. Hair, damp with sweat, clings to your temples as you writhe underneath him. You paw at the thick bulge in his jeans, hoping he'd just give in and fuck you already.

He scoffs but doesn't push your hand away. "Did I say you could feel up my cock?"

You give him a wobbly pout, shaking your head. "N-no."

"But you're a slut for my cock, aren't you? Can't keep your—fuck—hands off it." 

You don't answer, can't when the feeling of how hot and heavy he is against your palm has all the honey-sweet words sticking to the back of your throat.

His resolve slowly crumbles when you squeeze the head of his length just the way he likes it, his hips needily pressing into your hand with a grunt. "Shit, princess, just like that. Bet you’ve ruined those panties, huh?"

The movement of his hips shoves his thigh a little harder against your cunt, making you squeal and arch up into his firm chest. "Ah, yes!"

He brings the wide pad of his thumb up to your flushed cheeks and wipes away the fresh set of tears collecting along your lash line. "C'mon, baby. Stop your crying and cum, so I can fuck that greedy pussy of yours."

✢ TOJI

As your bodyguard, he thinks he’s doing right by you by teaching you a lesson for being so careless—how else are you ever going to learn—as he kneels between your tied open legs and lands a smack hard enough to one of your thighs to make you squeak. 

Your skin is hot and sore by the time he moves to peel your underwear to the side, and he grins when he finds them soaked through. 

"Little freak," he chuckles darkly. "You like it when I'm rough with you? Maybe you should try sneaking out more often and see what happens."

You shake your head, unable to speak around the cloth tied against your mouth. His eyes glint in the light like he doesn’t believe you, then his name falls from your lips, high and tight and muffled when his fingers pet your clit.

But you know he hears it.

The snarl he lets out has you vibrating down to your core, and you swear it sounds a lot like ‘mine’ when he roughly yanks the gag from your mouth, telling you to say it again before he sucks a bruise into your throat. He slips two fingers inside you to feel how liquid you’ve become until you hear the metal teeth of a zipper, and he’s replacing them with his cock, making you shiver and whine.

“Shh, it’ll fit. Give it a minute.”

You can only whimper at his words as his hips grind into yours. Then his other hand wraps into the back of your silk camisole, and he pulls you onto his cock in quick, hard thrusts. Little sobs drip from your parted lips, squirming beneath him as he fucks you so deep it has your eyes knocking back.

“Toji,” you moan, loud enough that you fear it bounces off the walls.

“Shit,” he huffs, blowing strands of hair from your shoulder. “So she can listen?”

Suddenly, light spills in from under the door, and the sound of two doors opening and closing travels into your bedroom. You whimper, trying to pull away from the fear of being caught, but his hips pressing unforgivingly into yours only manages to push you deeper into the mattress.

He leans over you, voice deep and condescending in your ear: “Better be quiet, or else everyone in the house will find out how you’re being a slut for your bodyguard’s cock.”

Then he’s letting go of your shirt and bringing it down to swipe over your clit that pulses between his fingers, just to make you jump and squeal loudly, and a secret grin splits across his mouth.

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caviar noir (pretty and skinny, traxxx, im yours, detoxing off your love) excuse 17 (special guest me) veruca salt (seether, spiderman '79) bratmobile (EVERYTHING BY THEM.) slutever (almost famous is my favorite album of their's) daddy issues (veronica) mommy long legs (LEGIT EVERYTHINGG) mannequin pussy (romantic)

anyways no pressure to listen these are just some not many people know of, if u do listen enjoy :3

I LOVE MANNEQUIN PUSSY AND VERUCA SALT AND DADDY ISSUES SM WUTTTT. i first listened to riot grrrl by them like 5 years ago and got addicted to them! ok also i never heard of caviar noir or excuse 17 (why r they literally SO good tho ur music taste is INSANE?!?!). do u like amyl and the sniffers, slutever, gully boys, or sonic youth perchance? u should listen 4 me 🫠🥸🤓😽

i may have listened to everything u recommended me

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🪻Satoru Being A Low-Res Cutie🪻

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PEOPLE TOLD ME ABOUT THE FLAMES, I COULDN’T SEE THROUGH THE SMOKE — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

cw some kind of college au/boarding school au? this used to be for rodeo station and now just... exists on its own, friends to lovers, megumi has toji and satoru as father figures so are we surprised that he’s a bully and doesn’t really grow out of that phase… anyway, apologies to muta and miwa, 1.3k words

Nobara makes a poor effort to stifle her laughter as Kokichi stomps up to stand in front of you, hair and clothes drenched in chocolate milk, shoes sloshing with each step, and the bandage on the side of his cheek peeling from the wetness.

When you look up at him, you’re unimpressed, and unsurprised, so you resume annotating your lecture notes as if you weren’t interrupted. If Kokichi wanted to stand in a puddle of dripping milk, then so be it—you should have finished your notes yesterday, and you couldn’t get through your other tasks without catching up first.

“Look, I already said I was sorry. I shouldn’t have kept bothering you for your number when you’d already said no,” Kokichi starts, wiping dripping milk from his chin, “Now, will you please call off your guard dog.”

You don’t reply immediately, focused on finishing the last paragraph of the page, much to Kokichi’s dismay, and Nobara’s amusement. He huffs at your silence, frustrated and humiliated, but there’s nothing for him to say or do until you respond. Maybe that’s something he should have considered when he kept trying to talk to you in class. Still, even now, you’re not ignoring Kokichi to embarrass him or string him along; you just want to finish your godforsaken anthropology homework.

“You seem to be under the impression that I can make Megumi start or stop doing anything,” you sigh, put your highlighter down, and tiredly look up at Kokichi, “But I regret to inform you that you’re wrong.”

Kokichi’s nose scrunches in disbelief, an angered hand coming to wave in front of his face, but his dripping clothes result in splashes to his face—and further laughter from Nobara. He sighs out of frustration, trying to put away his pride, but Nobara’s giggling and your nonchalant attitude are really making it difficult for him to take this in stride.

“Okay, you’re fucking with me—and I deserve it, alright? But, Todo already gave me a fucking lecture, Mai won’t look at me, and Megumi is going to rip and stain every single shirt I own at this point.” 

“That sounds like your problem,” Nobara snickers, rolling her eyes when Kokichi gives her a glare. 

“I'd love to help, Muta, but this is out of my control,” you loll, capping your marker, “Maybe try apologizing to Megumi instead of dripping chocolate milk over notes and shoes.”

“Eh? The hell am I apologizing to him for?” 

“You’re the one who pissed him off—how should I know?” you sigh, sliding your pens and markers into your bag, and closing your folder. 

Nobara pipes in to taunt, “You’d better figure it out soon, though. I hear they’re serving spaghetti tomorrow, and that definitely stains.” 

You swear you hear Kokichi growl, but it only makes Nobara laugh harder. The two of them together is a bad combination—Kokichi is easily aggravated, and Nobara easily aggravates. You’re certain that if Megumi weren’t already on his ass, Nobara would have stepped in to bully him just for the fun of it.

Still, you’d rather not have to testify on either of their behalf, so you bid Kokichi a goodbye, offering him your best advice about cleaning milk stains out of white shirts, and drag Nobara by the arm before she can make another quick quip to finally make him snap. 

She’s still laughing at Kokichi’s expense all the way back to your dorm, “As much as I like seeing Megumi pummel Muta, he’s definitely gonna get written up, at the very least, if he keeps it up. Just tell him you’re not mad about it anymore, and he’ll piss off.” 

You stuff your hands into your pockets, “I don’t control megumi. I didn’t tell him to egg Muta’s car, and pour milk all over him. ” 

“Like hell you don’t,” Nobara scoffs, “Kokichi was right about one thing—Megumi’s a doberman on a leash and you’re his owner.” 

“I didn’t even tell him that Kokichi kept asking for my number. I’m pretty sure Todo told Yuuji, and Yuuji told Megumi.”

“Yeah, that’s almost worse,” Nobara huffs, “He’s just moved to protect you out of undying loyalty—it must be nice to have a knight in shining armor. Does he call you ‘my liege,’ when you’re alone? He might as well bow down and kiss your shoes with the way he worships the ground you walk on.”

You know Nobara is teasing. The rhetoric that you have influence on Megumi isn’t new to you, but it’s always confusing for you to hear. You’ve known Megumi since grade school, and one thing you’re certain of is that he does things of his own conviction, and when he’s decided something, there’s little anybody can do to convince him otherwise. He’s the true definition of steadfast, and sometimes you wonder if his beliefs have inadvertently made him gain masochistic tendencies, because you’ve seen Megumi suffer in pain just to prove a point. 

“Megumi’s his own person, and he’s not easily influenced,” you chuckle, “If anything, he’s more of an attack dog—he bites whenever he sees something he doesn’t like.”

“In any case, he’s your dog,” Nobara shrugs. She pauses for a moment, skipping to catch up to you with a scrunch to her face, “I change my mind though, he’s definitely not scary enough to be a doberman. What are the puffy ones—the really small ones that yap a bunch?” 

“Pomeranians?”

She lights up—“Yeah, that’s way more fitting! Plus, he’s got spiky hair like those little mutts, a really bratty, spoiled one too. Gojo probably kept him in his Birkin as a kid.” 

You giggle as Nobara searches for an image to compare to one of Megumi. She goes as far as to make a collage and send it in your group chat for approval, instantly getting a rave reaction from Yuuji, and predictably, no response from Megumi.

Nobara walks you back halfway to your dorm, leaving you on your own to head to the gym to meet up with Yuuji. When you get back to your room, you’re not surprised to already see Megumi inside, sitting snugly on your worn-in couch with a book in hand. It’s Wednesday, so he only had morning classes, and prefers to spend his afternoon studying in solace, usually taking advantage of your larger, empty room to get his work done. He gives you a small wave, enraptured in his reading, and you know better than to try and disturb him, so you take your place on the opposite side of the couch with the remainder of your notes in hand, finally having the peace and quiet to finish your annotations. 

Megumi finishes his chapter before you’re done, but he waits for you, quietly scrolling on his phone so as not to interrupt you. You don’t face him when you speak, keeping your eyes on your notes, and simply stating, “Kokichi apologized.”

You hear him hum. you know he’s looking at you, but you don’t meet his gaze, and do your best to bite back a smile before he asks, “You forgive him?”

You finish your annotations with a final asterisk at the bottom of your page, so you cap the marker, and finally turn to face Megumi. He doesn’t ask a second time, even as you silently observe him, even if your smile is confusing to him.

“I wasn’t ever really upset,” you explain, “It was annoying, but he wasn’t harassing me or anything.” 

He hums again, but it’s not agreeing. “Tsumiki is gonna get mad if you get suspended.” 

Megumi calls your bluff with his hum this time, and you sigh. Tsumiki won’t get mad, because Megumi would never get suspended, not as long as Gojo is around as headmaster.

Megumi turns his body inward, raising an arm to rest his elbow against the cushion of the couch. He lolls his head to rest against his palm, cheek squished, and almost mischievous glimmer in his eye. In this light, you see Nobara’s argument—with sleep-tousled hair and expectant eyes, Megumi looks an awful lot like a puppy waiting for a command. 

It’s cute, until you realize that Megumi is awaiting your command. Is he?—why would he, he’s never been known to listen, and yet, you’re tempted to see if you truly do have him on some proverbial leash, like everyone else seems to believe.

“Megumi,” you call, softly, “He’s learned his lesson, and I’m fine, alright? Leave him alone.”  

Megumi blinks slowly. His features soften, only for a moment, before he’s turned away from you to pick up his book again. He doesn’t respond verbally, doesn’t touch on the topic for the rest of the evening that you both spend studying in your room, but the following day, you walk past Kokichi and Miwa heading into their chemistry lab, and notice a distinct lack of milk or food residue on his clothing or in his hair, so there isn’t anything more to be said.

Megumi is waiting outside of your lecture hall after your last class of the day, offering you a carton of strawberry milk—unopened, and un-thrown. You accept it, reaching up to ruffle his hair as a thank you, and you’re surprised when you feel him move into your touch. He dips his head down a bit further, gently knocking it against yours before straightening up with a sly smile. He nods his head, wordlessly, and turns towards your dorm, ready to walk you back. 

You follow, dazed, as you stab the straw into your milk. You’re a half-step behind Megumi, head clouded with confusing new daydreams about the boy in front of you, and now you can’t help but to wonder if you’re the one left to follow Megumi’s whim, or if he’s just pulling you by his own leash. 

Thoughts on Massage session with bff/roommate/bf gojo [idk who to assign this thought to, I just love the 3😵‍💫]

omfgggggggggggg massage sessions with roomie!gojo........... like really random ones. you're in the kitchen, making tea or smth when he comes from the gym, groaning and moaning about how his body hurts from the last session. you hear him plop down onto the couch and you just can't NOT tease him yk. aw, poor baby. etcetc and he just groans back at you from inside the pillow.

and then you join him in the living room and he's just........... laying on his stomach on the couch and it's so hard to ignore how good his back looks....... he's been hitting the gym so much and it's clearly paying off bc he's getting bigger and bigger every day. and you kind of... do want to reward him for that.

so, you place your mug onto the coffee table and then simply sit on his lower back. he's so startled that he almost elbows you by accident but you just laugh and tell him to relax. the tips of his ears go a little red, though. he's just surprised, okay? he's not flustered at all.

you situate yourself a bit further back, so you're sitting on his ass now and he hides his face into his arms (this pose makes his biceps look fucking insane btw). you ask him where does it hurt as you're letting your hands just glide all over his back, feeling the muscles contract under your soft touch. he just grumbles out a quiet everywhere. he's kinda cute sometimes, huh.

you start making your way up from his lower back, kneading the tight muscles, really working on the places that make him tense up and hiss under his breath.

harder. a smile creeps onto your lips and you revel in the chance of teasing him again; you ask him to repeat that and it takes a whole ten seconds for him to do it but alas - a low harder, please emits from the man below you. leaning down closer to him, you blow a little air into his ear and he stirs, giving you a peek at the pout on his lips. i hate you.

you can't hold back the burst of laughter that's bubbling up because of his childish actions. i'm literally giving you a free massage and this is how you thank me? you give his hair a ruffle before continuing on his back, now with much more pressure.

you don't stop until you feel all of the knots disappearing. satoru is now completely limp under you, only a few faint groans leaving his lips every once in a while. you rub his shoulders, digging your thumbs into his delts to make sure that all of his upper body has been taken care of. you give his neck a little attention too, drawing slow gentle circles into the back of it.

as the last thing of the treatment, you inch your fingers into his hair and you're sure you just heard him purr but to your own surprise - you don't comment on it. his hair is so soft (it always is) and you're now kind of doing this for your own pleasure. you twirl a strand between your fingers and then rake all of your fingers through it like a comb. he hums and you feel it travel through his body below you.

you give his head exactly two pats before sitting back down onto his ass while dragging your fingers one final time along his back. you draw a happy face into the big canvas and then climb off of him, throwing yourself down onto the armchair next to the couch. your tea is now cold but you're not mad. how could you be when you spot his shut eyes from between his now messy hair and his bicep; his whole body is rising and falling so slowly, faint breaths leaving his lips. ok, he looks very cute like this.

+ thank u nonnie for sending me this!!!!!!!! i love massages and i especially love them when it's just a Couple Of Friends who are doing it yk hihhihihihi

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