/ᐠ > . < ̥マ ݂۫ snippets of your holiday season with my three favourite jjk men; happy holidays to you all !! late i know :( but !!
(⁎ᴗ͈ ⩊ ᴗ͈⁎) ݂۫ literally all fluff ... one (☝️) bit of suggestive content in hiromi's but tame all the way; i loveeee them.
KENTO NANAMI 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯.
When Gojo had brought up the idea of doing a secret santa, KENTO had been a little reserved about the idea. It's not like he'd seen most of these people in years, or even knew them properly to begin with, so he was unsure as to whether he'd be able to get them anything they actually wanted.
Gojo had simply said, “You're overthinking it, Nanamin! It's secret santa, not their birthdays.”
Kento supposed it was sound logic—it would be foolish to assume that your secret santa would somehow know exactly what you've been wanting for the holiday.
Well, in your case, it wasn't foolish. It was right on the money. You weren't aware, no, but on the fateful day that you, Kento, the other sorcerers and the jujutsu high students had picked names out of the Santa hat, Kento had coincidentally pulled out your name. The name of his dear wife of more than a couple of years now. Kento didn't mind stepping out of his comfort zone that much but… he was so glad he had gotten you.
Unbeknownst to Kento, however, you had pulled out his name. Cliche, of course, but really thinking about it, it was the best scenario that could happen. You knew Kento better than anyone, and he knew you better than anyone too. It wasn't like either of you'd buy a gift that the other hated—being around each other all the time meant that you two were in tune with what the other wanted, so… it was a total walk in the park.
None of that overthinking you knew you'd end up doing, none of that frantic trying to buy a present that would both impress and be easy on the wallet. Regardless, you found yourself stressing. The stress of not knowing if the person would like your gift meant that you honestly didn't have to care all that much. Technically, they'd never find out, so who cared?
But this was completely different.
You knew Kento, so you knew not only what he liked, but what he didn't like too. That was a bit of an issue.
What if you got so worked up over what to get him that you got him something not good enough? Then you'd feel guilty and.. overall, not a great experience.
So you'd been teetering on going all out or getting something small. And then considering asking to swap with one of the students by bribing them with candy or something. It was a desperate time, to say the least. You just wanted to get Kento something he'd like without coming off as too much or even being too lax about it.
This typically jolly, fun holiday activity was becoming the most stressful situation of your life.
So when it came to actually giving the gifts? You were so glad you didn't have to worry about it anymore. All of you were sitting on the ground together in a circle as Gojo had insisted. It was elementary, to be completely honest, but y'know. There was this noticeable look that Kento had been giving you, as if.. nervous. You were curious as to what it was. It wasn't often that your husband got nervous, but there he was, glancing at you every once in a while like an anxious school boy.
“Okay!” Gojo clapped, beaming as the group got to your turn, opening up the ‘Santa sack’ that he'd so graciously brought for the occasion. “If you could so kindly put your hand in and take out the one with your name on…” A glint found its way onto Kento's eyes as he sat beside you, casually leaning back on his hands in a way that concealed his underlying nerves. You wouldn't have noticed if you didn't know him so well.
A breath escaped him when you took it out, but a small smile played at the corner of his lips when he saw the glow that adorned your eyes. “How'd they know I've been wanting this?” You can't help but ask, amazed by the sheer accuracy of the gift. Though, you're certain it's something that you'd mentioned in passing a couple of weeks ago, however, you can't remember which of the people who were in the room with you at that moment were there with you then. You're oblivious to the soft laugh that came from your husband at the giddy giggle you let out.
“Maybe—” Yuji started, glancing towards Gojo and trying to figure out whether he was allowed to announce that the person who had you for secret santa was your own husband. He quickly goes quiet when he sensed the lethal glare he was being given by his teacher. Deciding to try to cover up what he was about to say, he laughs, coughs and pretends to be extremely fascinated by the cologne that Shoko had gotten him as his gift.
“Wonderful, another happy camper. I told you all this was an amazing idea, and all I got was a bunch of shit—”
“My gift?” Kento decided to speak up, as he was the only one lacking a present.
It's like that drags Gojo out of the rant he was about to embark on, and he blinks, as if nothing had happened. Urging the sack forward, he encouraged Kento to pull out the last present that was inside. Interestingly, he didn't seem all that surprised by the gift he pulled out, as if he already knew what was going to be there or what kind of gift it was gonna be.
His smile was soft, fond, as he spoke, “I've been wanting this too,” There's so clearly something knowing in his tone that intrigues you. Did he…
As much as the mystery and hidden aspect of secret santa is fun, you couldn't help but speak up and expose yourself as being the one who had gifted him it out of sheer nervousness. “I was scared you wouldn't like it…”
Of course he would, you knew that. Kento had spoken about it before with you, as you had done with your own gift. He'd hoped you'd connect the dots sooner, but when you'd looked up at him with those eyes, all hesitant, like he may have hated your gift, he couldn't keep up the guise.
“I know you were,” he muttered, voice soft. It was so loving and affectionate when it left him. “I was scared you were going to burst a blood vessel, my love.”
Confusion flooded your expression.
“You.. knew I was scared you wouldn't like it?” You blinked, staring up at him.
From his trouser pocket, he waved a little slip of paper that had his name inscribed in a handwriting that is suspiciously the same as Gojo's from when he…
“You knew!?”
“Knew from the first day, lovely. You left it on the kitchen counter.” His tone was simply oozing love.
SUGURU GETO ꒰ ᥩ ᪲ ․ ۜ ̫․ ꒱𝆬 𓈒
When SUGURU saw the beaming, smiling faces of you, Nanako and Mimiko, he knew he'd made the right decision. The girls had been begging to celebrate Christmas with him for months now, insisting on decorating the home with festive little things to cheer up the spirits of those who walked through the halls. He, honestly, thought it was a ridiculous idea, but when he'd seen your hopeful face herding the two little girls towards him with a soft little ‘You should ask Suguru, girls’? How could he say no? He'd simply be a monster.
So he'd agreed to having your very own Christmas at home. Being the sap that he was, the four of you had gone through all the traditions. It was an interesting sight, the staggering man in his warm clothes stood watching over two little girls with far too much energy pick out a suitable Christmas tree, all whilst he ensured no one's eyes strayed too far over his dear wife.
What a busy man—not that he minded. He enjoyed looking after you, even when he was busy with his other activities.
Indulging his favourite girls took priority, naturally.
“Nanako, how on earth are you supposed to carry that?” You'd called out in the direction of the girl, deciding to pointedly ignore the sight of her twin sister attempting to drag two other Christmas trees towards you and your husband. “It's like, triple your size.”
Like that was gonna stop her.
“You say that like I can't carry it for them,” Suguru murmured from behind you, a hand reaching out to adjust your scarf over your neck and keep you from getting colder than you already were.
“It's Christmas. Extravagant is an essential, y'know. The bigger the better.” Okay, you were the one who was gonna be getting jabbed in the side by the tree when you crumpled it into the car, but sure, ‘extravagant is an essential and bigger the better’.
Sure.
“We could even get a white one,” You'd seen them, and if you were honest, they were super pretty. Any kind of baubles could go with them, but you're taken completely off guard by the stare that Nanako gives you as if severely offended by the absurdity of your idea.
“Traditional Christmas!” She all but shrieked at you, stomping her little feet. When you looked at Suguru, he was noticeably looking away and occupying himself with meticulously inspecting the tag on a miniature tree like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Traditional.
Needless to say, you had a few scratches on your side from the persistent pine jabbing into you. Also needless to say, those scratches were then littered with numerous marks from Suguru's lips after he'd said he'd ‘make it better’ for you. (He wasn't lying, it did feel better after).
Then, the Christmas tree decorating. It was a grand thing, the one that had previously attacked you on the ride home. Nanako had to mount Suguru's shoulders to even begin placing baubles near the top of the tree, and Mimiko had to mount yours. The girls were oddly peaceful, probably tired out from picking the tree in the first place. They quietly grabbed the baubles from the boxes, the abundance of boxes that Suguru had insisted on buying. If you guys were gonna do Christmas, you were going all out.
“Sugu, you can't put all the baubles at the bottom of the tree,” you told him, watching as he decorated the bottom, overcompensating for the amount that was stacked near the top of the tree. Perhaps the vast amount of baubles you had in the first place was causing the oversaturation of decorations but.. it was festive.
“I do not see you complaining about the fact this tree is gonna topple over because our angels have filled the top to the brim,” he retorted, giving you a playful glare before he conceded, taking a few of the baubles and other decorations and placing them in a more even distribution across the tree. You were careful to do the same to the girls’ baubles without them noticing, seeing how they'd slowly fallen asleep whilst on your shoulders.
Though, they weren't fully asleep. “If we're angels…” Nanako started, her voice quiet and heavy with her sleepiness.
“Are you gonna put us on top of the tree?” Mimiko finished, yawning her way through the words clunkily.
You and Suguru simply looked at each other, smiled, and continued dumping all the baubles onto the tree. It was a miracle that it didn't topple over. But maybe it was the strength of your love, or something sappy like that.
After, it was gingerbread house making. A classic, as the girls had yelled at you and Suguru the night you'd gotten the Christmas tree. “Nana, you got icing everywhere…” Mimiko mumbles, somehow peeling dried icing from under her chin. Her sister was a fiend, something you and Suguru had gotten extremely used to over the year or so you'd been caring for the two girls. “And none of it's on the gingerbread!”
Suguru's eyes crinkle and he can't stop the laughs, no, giggles, that escape him as he watches you try to wrangle two icing-covered kids, and build a gingerbread house that they'd be happy with and not complain about after.
“No, no, yeah, right there. That's it. I think the gingerbread man's gonna complain about poor infrastructure, his house is half icing, half wall.” The unamused look you give him only further sends him into hysterics.
“He's getting eaten later, he should be grateful we even built him anything,” Nanako shakes her head at Suguru's words, as if he was completely insane for even caring about the gingerbread man's welfare. Mimiko looks genuinely horrified, and she glances over at you for support. You have no words, literally, all you can do is give her that ‘I know’ look and continue replacing the piles of icing that are meant to be walls with actual gingerbread.
All while Suguru dies of laughter beside you, having only placed down three total gumdrops onto the mess of icing.
Finally, the Christmas dinner. This was Suguru's forte. No one knew how he'd managed to set out a literal buffet for you guys. Were you complaining? No, not one bit. Not at all. You'd never seen the girls happier, their little hands digging into every little bit of food that they could get, eagerly stuffing their faces. It was the sweetest sight you two had ever seen in your lives.
Suguru felt proud, he felt warm. All three of you looked so pleased, so content, and he was the reason behind it. “Are you enjoying yourself, honey?” He asked, voice quiet. He'd been observing the roast potatoes on his plate, breaking them to see the soft, fluffy insides before he took a bite. All the warmth of it, of this evening, made him feel better than he had in weeks.
“More than enjoying myself,” you assured him, currently helping Mimiko cut up her meat in her plate before she ended up hurting herself. Nanako seemed to have a grasp on things, shovelling down every bit of food that she possibly could.
It was adorable, to say the least, seeing the pure glee on those little girls' eyes.
“Thank you.. for doing this, Sugu.”
“Hm?” It was then that he looked down at you properly, somehow growing the warmth that was taking over his chest. His heart grew so much larger in his chest, he thought it was going to burst. “Don't thank me, baby,” he murmured, “you three deserve this. You really do.” Suguru looked so pleased with himself, with bringing joy to his girls.
“I think I'm gonna burst,” Nanako complained, slumping back into her chair and patting her belly, burping a little in the process.
“That's what you get for eating half of your body weight in food, darling.” Suguru didn't even glance at her when he spoke, patting her little head.
HIROMI HIGURUMA 𑙕𐄙 ꠆𓈒. .𓈒 ꠆১
You couldn't explain what it did to you to see HIROMI with his shirt undone and tie loosely draped down his chest, hands thrusted into some cookie dough. It's not your fault that he's so attractive when he's working hard. The whole idea of it, actually, was attractive. He'd come back from work, tired as all hell, having been worked to the bone by one of his client's family, and yet he'd still eagerly come to help you with making the festive sugar cookies he'd promised to help you with. You wouldn't have minded if he said no, considering how tired he was, but.. he hadn't even batted an eye.
“You're staring,” he murmured, easing the cookie dough out of the bowl and placing it down onto the counter, not before you'd covered the surface in flour first. A soft sound slipped past your lips at being caught staring at him, and the corners of his lips flit upwards in an amused expression at your reaction.
“You look good,” you said simply. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, exposing his strong arms and the skin you so desperately wanted to sink your teeth into. “And you agreed to make sugar cookies with me despite the fact that you had a shitty day.” Hiromi had paused in his rolling out of the dough, his thick fingers gripping around the rolling pin with a firm grasp.
“You know I don't like to bring work home,” he told you, easily. For him, you took priority over an annoying client, every single time. It wasn't even a competition in his eyes, it was so obvious that he'd pick you. This was so much better than being cooped up in his office, being berated by a family who thought they knew far better than the seasoned professional.
He'd take the smell of cinnamon and sugar and icing over cheap perfume and that smell that came off of entitled individuals any time.
When you'd brought up the idea of making sugar cookies, it had just been a passing thing. The two of you often celebrated the holidays in a more quiet, subdued way; the tree would go up, you'd watch Christmas movies together and you'd kiss under the mistletoe. But you'd seen the cutest ideas for cookies on pinterest and what kind of boyfriend would Hiromi be if he said no to you?
If he were honest, he thought the designs were pretty and he'd been craving some sweet things (aside from you) as of late.
Hiromi snapped you out of your thoughts when he spoke next. “Did you get the cookie cutters, my love?” In the time that time you'd been thinking back to how you ended up in this situation in the first place, he'd finished rolling out the cookie dough and had gotten it ready for you guys to form into the actual Christmas cookies. The way he looked at you was intense but in no way unnerving.
There was a clear understanding in his gaze—he knew you, and he loved you, it was obvious. The soft smile on his lips grew when he saw that you'd been distracted.
“Yeah! Yeah..” you nodded your head, glancing around momentarily before you pulled out the numerous cookie cutters you two needed. There was a gingerbread man, snowflake, Christmas tree, star, snowman and a stocking. “Which one do you wanna start with?”
His head tilted just a little, a low humming sound coming from him before he told you, “Up to you,” and gave a little nod for you to decide. Hiromi didn't mind all that much what you two did, as long as you enjoyed it and he could see that pretty smile on your face. Nothing made him happier than seeing it.
“How about the star, actually.” After being with you for so long, he knew that you were the indecisive type, so deciding for you was the best option for the two of you.
“Why the star?” You couldn't help but ask, easing it out from your tub and handing it over for him to begin easing it down into the cookie dough a couple of times. Hiromi pushed it in with ease, making four or so stars out of the cookie dough before he pulled away the excess dough and formed it into another large ball to roll out so he could do the rest of the cookies for you.
“Why the star?” He echoed, and his words were earnest, “Forgive me for being cliché, but I was inspired by the star in front of me.”
You felt a heat come to your face almost immediately. “That is so corny, ‘Romi,” you can't help but laugh, snorting a little. It's a sound that makes Hiromi laugh, his dough smeared finger coming up to swipe against your cheek. His chuckle rumbles his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt shifting over his chest with the rise and fall.
“Mm, you liked it, did you not? I can tell.”
You let out an indignant little noise when you felt the dough, and flour, smear across your cheek with his finger brushing your skin. Amusement is evident in your gaze, however, a clear tell that you weren't really annoyed with his behaviour. “You're getting me all messy…”
“Lovely, I'll clean you up, you know I will,” Hiromi took pride in being the one who was able to do that for you, not minding one bit. The thought of you beneath him, letting him clean up the mess that he'd made of you? He hoped you hadn't noticed the way he attempted to subtly adjust his trousers without his hands—it hadn't worked as well as he'd hoped it would. “Don't laugh at me.”
“I never.”
“You were going to.”
Hiromi stares down at you—you stare up at him. “Sorry, baby,” you told him, your tone sweet. He knew you were being sarcastic, incredibly so, and he had half a mind to point it out for you, but he decided that he could let you off for that one.
God, you made his heart all hot, he couldn't help himself, and he leant in to gently kiss your cheek, holding off on what he really wanted to do in pouncing on you and making you squeal for him.
“It's okay. You're lucky you're cute,” Hiromi pinched your cheek, squeezing it between his pointer and thumb before he turned back towards preparing your cookies for you. A hum slipped past his lips, and his smile grew on his face when he saw how you swatted him away.
You're so unbelievably perfect to him, he'd never met anyone as incredible as you are in his life. His gaze was warm on yours, before he again looked back at the cookies.
“You did the icing, right, baby?”
“Uh.. work in progress,” you told him. That'd been the one thing you'd been fighting with in the time that he had been at work, and the other thing that you had wanted Hiromi's help with for when he got back. “Was hoping that you'd help me with that…”
“I have to do everything around here…” Hiromi teased with a mock roll of his eyes, feigned annoyance, but nodded. “I've got you. Don't worry. We'll get it sorted in time to ice the cookies, okay? I know you've been dying to do the food coloring, there's a look in your eyes.”
“What look? I don't get a ‘dying to do the food coloring’ look in my eyes…”
“It's the same as your ‘dying for me to kiss you’ look, oh, wait—”
You gave him this deadpan stare at his words and shifted closer to him to press your lips to his own in a small, soft kiss. “Mm…” A sigh escaped him, slipping into your mouth and being swallowed by your warmth. If he could've, his hands would've slipped onto your hips and held you against him, but he couldn't, not with the smears of cookie dough and flour that decorated his large hands.
“You think you're so funny.” You told him.
“Am I not?” There he was, back to pressing little snowmen into the dough.
“Need you to relax for me, baby, won't be as fun if you're stiff as a board,” Toji notices how you're subconsciously tensing up, a tell of your faint apprehension. You don't know how he'd managed to convince you to let him do body shots off you, but you're certain it has something to do with the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Not only that, but the way he so lazily steps between your legs and opens up the vodka bottle as if he's done this a million times before.
He definitely has, but you're definitely gonna be his favourite time doing it. You can't help but shiver at the way his gaze rakes over you, trying to cool your heartbeat and in turn, the rapid rate at which your tits rise and fall beneath the fabric of your top. It's not like you don't want him to literally lap up vodka from your belly button, it's just.. being so exposed to the people in the shitty bar you're in makes your head tingle a little.
You're taken out of your thoughts when you hear him ask, “You scared?” and your eyes lift to meet his. The shake of your head that follows makes him grin, and he gives the faintest roll of his hips between your legs as a reward of sorts. “That a girl…” he murmurs, voice oozing past his lips like honey. But gruff in that way it usually is when he's trying his hardest not to devour you whole.
“Open up for me,” Toji mutters, rummaging behind himself till he's handed a lime by the bartender, giving a thanks before he curls two fingers into your mouth and tugs down your bottom lip. It's then that he puts the lime into your mouth, soon releasing and letting you close around it. “Look good with your mouth full,” he lets you know, but you didn't need him to say it to know what he was thinking if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by.
He was almost methodical in the way he prepared you for it. His thick fingers curl around the salt as he shakes it over your navel, skillfully sprinkling it around the dip before he finally grabs the vodka that he needed. He shakes it a little, just to tease you, before he steadily pours it into your belly button.
A gasp rips from you when you feel the cold liquid against the flushed skin of your stomach, and when you see the way Toji's eyes darken instantaneously at the sight. “Fuck, baby…” He shifts between your legs then, lowering himself down enough that he could get to your belly button without stretching too much. “There we go.. you ready for me?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head in a nature that comes off almost desperate. Your eyes flit down over yourself, seeing the way your body glitter shimmers beneath the fluorescent lights of the bar. Toji notices it too, and he likes what he's seeing a lot. His fingers grasp your waist a little tighter, fingers digging into the flesh as if he owned you. The callouses brush your skin, making you shiver, and when you look up at him with those pretty eyes, he feels hungry.
When he lowers his head, his breath comes out as hot puffs against your belly. He can smell the faint scent of your body butter, and your perfume. It's something sweet, like vanilla or some sweet spice that he wants to drown in. But he has other priorities, your thighs remind him, when they lift against his shoulders to coax him forward towards your stomach.
Toji doesn't waste a moment before he's leaning in, pink tongue darting out to dip into your navel. He lifts his gaze to meet yours as he does so, languidly lapping at the vodka that had pooled and slowly seeped down your abdomen. The action is so intimate, so seductive, you can't help the heat that pools in your stomach and soaks the fabric of your panties. “Shit…” you murmur, lips parting with a heavy breath. Your breaths only get heavier when he latches his mouth around your belly button and sucks, getting all the last few drops of vodka out.
You taste so good, he can feel himself leaking in his boxers a little. If this were any other time, he would've shrugged them off faster than you could even realise and fucked you nice and proper. However, this was just as rewarding for him, and he could wait. As much as he was enjoying this, this was about you. For you. “That's it…” You mutter, hands instinctively grasping at his hair, fingers burying into the dark strands to keep him there.
He pulls back, just for a moment. Toji leans up towards your mouth to bite down on the lime you'd been holding in and drop it down onto a nearby tissue. “Think I've got the appetite for something a lot sweeter than a damn lime,” you know for a fact what he's talking about. It's addictive.
The power he has over you right now is simply addictive. His hands work their way up your sides, squeezing and fondling every bit of skin he can get his hands on. His attention is solely on you, not on another soul in the bar. It doesn't take him long before he's moving down a little, teeth grazing over the waistband of your skirt, like he's asking for permission.
“Please,” you mumble, tone pathetic. Toji likes it like that, you know he does, and it's enough that he doesn't make you beg, he simply tugs at the waistband and begins to drag the skirt down your thighs. The coo he lets out when he sees the damp patch on your panties makes you whine, and he grins smugly at the sound he's drawn out from you.
He hums, “I know,” letting his teeth graze against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “We don't want an audience, do we, baby? Just focus on me, atta girl.”
Toji suckles at the exposed skin, gnawing at it and biting, only to lap his tongue over the skin and make sure it didn't hurt too badly. He loved seeing the pretty marks that remained afterwards. Your body twitches a little at the sensation of his cold rings against your warm skin, hands steadily pushing your legs apart further.
He does this for a few moments longer before he curls his fingers into the hem of your panties, tugging them down slowly down your thighs. A groan escapes him at the sight of your pretty, drooling hole. “Such a messy little thing, hm?” The prettiest thing he's ever seen. Toji could spend years just treating that cunt with all the love in the world and he'd never grow tired of it.
Toji's tongue flits out then, to run up and over your slit. You taste so familiar, so good. “Tastes so perfect, huh? Like fuckin’ candy,” he mutters, addicted to the way you practically radiate heat. His grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He can feel you shiver at his touch and it only fuels his hunger for more. He can’t get enough of the sounds you make, the way you’re falling apart beneath his mouth.
It feels like heaven when he swirls his tongue around you, tasting you, and he groans. “Fuck,” He looks up at you again, his eyes almost black with want. “Is this what you need, sweetheart? Want someone to make you feel good? I've got you.” He does everything with this practised ease, he knows you inside and out and he wants you to know it too. “Soakin’ me, you are, makin’ such a filthy mess…”
Seeing him grin against your wet heat like he owns it only makes you melt beneath him more. “Luckily enough I don't mind gettin’ my hands dirty,” he croons, taking in a deep breath of your slick scent before he gets right back to it. His nose bumps your clit, rhythmically grinding against the bundle of nerves and stimulating all of your senses without even trying. Your thighs twitch around his shoulders, whole body shivering with each slide of his tongue against your folds.
“Toji.. nnnh! Please…” You sound so needy, he loves it. “Right there, ri—right there…” You can't help but moan so loudly for him.
He eats like he'd die without it. There's a mixture of sensations; his warm breath fanning over your puffy folds, the fat muscle of his tongue prodding and slurping at every inch of you. Toji snickers at the sight of your clit twitching for him, as if calling out to him for attention. He'd be cruel not to, so his lips latch around it and begin to suck, loving the visceral reaction it evokes in you as you jolt.
You gasp when he eats you out like that, your legs lifting and trying to draw him closer.. she shifts a little, biting her plump bottom lip. “Please…” You mumble needily, nodding your head. Your weight shifts once more, trying to get closer to him.
Oh, Toji can feel the way your body is responding to him, the way your hips move, the way you shiver and gasp, and it's intoxicating, really. The power he has over you. He lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your core. His hands slide up, fingers sinking into your hips to keep you in place. “Stay still for me,” he orders, his voice rough and commanding. “Or this’ll be over before we’re even done.”
His words take you off guard and you simply squeak and go still, your eyes flitting up to meet his own before you whine under your breath and gnaw at your bottom lip. "Sorry, shit.. sorry." The way he could make you submit in just a few words.. it was impossible not to fall in love with it.
You hear the sound of your whimpers, surprising even yourself at your needy nature. He's thorough in his licking, not rushing one moment. He takes his time with you, takes his time with the pretty, leaky pussy before him. “Look at her, just drippin’ for me. I'll take care of her, don't want my girls to feel neglected…”
He gives you a quick slap, and you jolt again. You're sure the vibrations from that slap made your arousal glug out of you even more, because it sounds even messier when he starts slurping at you. “Toji, oh my gosh. Fuck me.”
He knows. He knows it feels good, he wants it to. His teeth nip at your skin gently, not enough to cause pain but simply a faint pinch that draws your attention back to him every time. Toji's a man possessed, face buried in your plump folds. “I know, baby. I will.” His voice is muffled by the warmth of you, as his tongue is occupied with suckling up every last drop of your slick. Your whole body squirms when his tongue starts to dip into your entrance, swirling around and pushing in as much as he can get it before he moves back up to the rest of you like nothing had happened.
You know for a fact that he's pussy possessed. He moans as he curls and flattens his tongue against you, wanting to get you there to that edge he knows you'll tip over so nicely.
“Like fuckin' nectar,” Obviously, he liked eating you out. His chin glistens with your arousal, smeared across his lips in a territorial claim. This cunt is his and he belongs to your cunt, he doesn't know any other way to show you that besides drinking you up for all you're worth. The hard-on he's sporting is leaking and twitching in his pants from the neglect, but it's the last thing on his mind as he laps at you.
Toji presses his thumb against the side of you, then takes his other hand and does the same before he's pulling your lips apart and groaning at the glistening sight. “Toji,” you mewl, feeling his hot spit land right at your centre before he's filthily sucking it back up with the rest of your juices. “Fuck, baby…” he growls.
“You just wanna cum all over my face, don't you? Make sure none of the other girls here don't even think about lookin’ at me?” That's not entirely the reason, well, you're too fucked far out of your mind by his tongue to even consider that but you suppose it's good enough since you nod your head quickly and squeeze your thighs around his head.
A sound of amusement slips past his lips and he decides to be nice, spitting on two fingers—even if he didn't need it with how wet you are—and slowly circling them around your hole. It pulses, twitching and trying its hardest to suck him in. “Look at that…” he marvels, before plunging the two fingers inside of you and scissoring them quickly without even giving you a chance to adjust. You didn't need it, your pussy was wet enough to take him in easily anyway.
Toji groans at the sight, the feeling of your warmth around his digits before he continues pumping them in and out and sucking on your clit, hard. “Want you to make a mess on me, is that too much to ask, baby?”
You shake your head, squealing out for him. “Not too much to ask, not.. oh, shit, gonna make a mess of you, Toji, mmgh!” His tongue delves even deeper, if it's possible, licking you, sucking you, consuming you. “Gonna… hnngh.. gonna..”
He snickers at the way you can barely get your words out, and it's then, at that moment, when he crooks his fingers up into you and presses into your sweet spot when you clench around him and burst. “There we go. That's it, pretty. Fuck… gush all over me, make a fuckin’ mess of me.” Toji doesn't stop his ministrations, suckling up every last drop of you before he's sitting back and flashing you a grin.
“You think you're up for a little more?” He knows you are.
( tw : flashing ) the og animated lines, but in other sizes ! apologies for not making these in different sizes in the first place—it’s actually been a year since I first released them heh. anyway, here are the other sizes 〜
as always, they’re vvv smol so it’ll be easier to save on desktop !
SUMMARY ݂ fratboy!nanami puts so much pressure on himself to be the damn best—restless nights, not helped by his sex-addict frat brothers and the overwhelming need to prove himself—all of it meant that he took it out on you. it's hard to put into words how much shame he feels. so he decides to make it up to you on call.
WARNINGS ݂ nanami was an ass to reader (it isn't shown, merely described.) fem!reader. gojo is a supportive little shit. very faint teensy tiny barely sub!nanami (reader just tells him to do something and he listens.) m!masturbation. over the phone masturbation. cum tribute of sorts. established relationship/fwbs/nanami & reader are together. maybe a little angst.
NOTES ݂ fratboy nanami consumes my thoughts i had to unleash him. everyone else gets their frat counterparts and im in love with that so.... lmk if u want more frat boy nanami.... i havent seen any other frat things for him and my brains working overtime.
Nanami had reached his breaking point. It was like he was addicted to pushing himself to his utmost limit and hoping that he didn't snap in the process. He simply had to be the best. He was on his way to being so incredibly successful, that he feared one slip up, one moment where he took his eye off the ball, would cause everything to come crashing down. To be honest with himself, he's scared. Scared of what he is without his achievements.
It had been a culmination of his late nights; forcing himself to work through the incessant sounds of his frat brothers bringing a new girl home every night; the thick scent of weed that somehow managed to enter his room through the gap in the door and his body's natural desperation for sleep that had caused him to buckle under the pressure and finally snap. He hated how weak it made him feel, but it made him feel even weaker to know he stooped low enough to take it out on you.
You'd left in a hurry after he'd spoken to you in such a manner, how cold and unfeeling he'd been. It was no secret that Nanami had this tendency, other people had gotten the full brunt of his stoic nature, but not you. Never you. Not intentionally, anyway. Nanami didn't ever want to make you feel less than perfect and he'd managed to do so.
You didn't deserve that, not one bit.
You liked Nanami because he felt different. He wasn't like your usual fratboy, he was gentler to you, didn't treat you like a thing to use and discard. Unlike his frat brothers, you were the only girl he saw. Maybe it was the fact that he simply didn't have time to sleep around, but you preferred the idea that he genuinely wanted to pursue a connection with you.
Nanami, if asked, would most likely not have an answer. But in his heart he knew it was the latter, not the former. You're a calm in the self-imposed storm that his life was. You never pushed him to come out of his comfort zone and party hard, you never stopped him from pursuing his goals and getting his assignments done, you just.. got it.
That's why Nanami liked you. Not any other girl, you. So why did he think he had the audacity, the right, to treat you like just some other girl? Like you were a nuisance to him, the way he'd treat anyone else who came and tried to interfere with what he was doing.
All you'd wanted to do was keep him company as he worked, as you always did. However, he'd been so uncaring when he'd spoken to you. He'd dismissed you, acted as if your presence was actively grating on his nerves and bothering him; as if he couldn't care less that you were trying to help him.
So, you'd left. You'd told him that you were sorry for trying to help him, and you made your way out of his room. Nanami wanted to ignore the pang of guilt that hit him, but he knew he couldn't. He had sat there in silence for a long moment after you had gone, only breaking out of it when he'd seen the presence of a familiar white haired individual leant against his doorframe. “Y'know, you're usually the smartest guy here, but that was the stupidest decision I've ever seen you make.”
That didn't help, not one bit. Nanami knew he'd fucked up, he didn't need Gojo coming in and making fun of him for it. “Okay, okay, c'mon, I'm not even laughing at you for that. She looked upset,” for all of Gojo's flaws, he didn't like to see the sight of you down. And, honestly, he knew how good for Nanami you were, so a rift between the two of you was a bad thing for everyone. “That was some Sukuna shit, dude.”
Nanami gave him a glare, having felt that uneasy feeling in his stomach at the thought of you being mad at him. He'd run a hand through his hair and murmured, “I know. I'll fix it.” Gojo had laughed, then, unable to contain his amusement at the situation even if he did object to what Nanami had done.
“Good. Pretty sure Toji's sizing her up as prime real estate as we speak,” Okay, that made his unease turn into pure anger. He was two seconds away from crushing his laptop in his grasp before he refocused his attention into coming up with ideas to make you not hate him for the rest of your lives. “Don't fuck this up. Okay? ‘Cause I'll be even more insufferable then. She's good for you.” And with that, Gojo was gone.
Nanami had tossed up a million and one ways to message you about what happened. He'd even considered not even messaging you and simply showing up at your dorm with flowers, chocolates and himself. But that seemed a bit too desperate for his liking, and he didn't want you to think that he was both callous and pathetic—if those two could even go together without contradicting each other. So he sent a message:
It's simple, it conveys what he's feeling. And, unbeknownst to him, it meant a lot to you. Sure, it might have been the bare minimum but men these days? Come on. Nanami had been absolutely shitting himself after he'd sent it, hoping that you didn't hate his guts. He's confused when he sees the video call come in instead of perhaps you hearting his message as you did or responding. However.. a call meant that you most likely didn't despise him.
“You sucked today, Ken,” are your first words, voice gentle. Nanami blinks at that, shifting his weight. Propping his phone up on his bedside, he looks you over, an ache building in his chest for you. A soft sigh slips past his lips at your words, and he looks you over with that look in his eyes.
“I know,” he tells you, his own voice quiet in a similar nature to yours. “Surprised you even wanna talk to me. I was a douche.”
Your head nods in agreement. “You were,” he was a prick today. You knew that he prided himself on not being as bad as his frat brothers but.. today had been different. You're reclined in your bed, adorned in a simple pair of pajamas that entice Nanami more than he'd like you to know. You let your eyes roam over him before you adjust your weight in the bed, getting a little more comfortable. “But.. I liked what you said.”
“Yeah?” Nanami's response is a little more eager than he'd like, but he doesn't dwell on it too long. He seeks your happiness and approval more than he'd liked to admit. “You did?” He lets his hand run over his jaw, eyes moving over you. He smiles, despite himself. He can't help it.
“Mhm…” You murmur, with a nod. Your eyes flit away from the screen and you gnaw at your bottom lip, just.. thinking. As much as you want to berate him a little for his behaviour earlier, you can't help but feel his remorse even though the phone. You're dragged out of your thoughts when you hear him speak.
“Gonna hurt yourself, you know that? Don't bite your lip like that,” though insistent, his words are soft, yet again. “That's my job.”
At that, your nose scrunches a little. Amusement is evident in your gaze at that but you obediently release your bottom lip from the grasp of your teeth. “You're sweet talking me to distract me,” it's an astute observation, he very much is. You laugh, then, a little smile gracing its way onto your lips as you give him a little look. Nanami loves that look, loves seeing you all smiley. It's far superior to the look that you had when he'd made you feel bad earlier.
“Uh-huh. I think it's working, no?” Nanami hums lowly, amused. “Besides, I gotta make it up to you. Made you feel shit earlier, I don't.. I don't like doing that.” Not like he's done it before, but the thought of even thinking about doing it makes him feel sick. “Need to show my girl I'm sorry,” he tells you, considering the ways in which he could show you that over the phone.
Slowly, he lets his hand slip down his front in that enticing way that he knows you love. You feel a warmth rush through you at the sight, your eyes darkening just a little. There's a warmth that builds between your thighs, too, feeling yourself clench around nothing before you even have the chance to process your arousal. It's like Nanami senses it, and he murmurs, “Want me to show how sorry I am.. I know, baby. You know I'm sorry. Didn't mean to take it out on you. Not your fault..”
Your eyes follow intensely as his fingers brush the hem of his sweatpants before slipping beneath the fabric. The material stretches a little with his hand there, but not as much as the bulge in his boxers causes it to tent. “You really sorry, Ken?” You ask, simply wanting to hear him say it again. It was addictive, having a man like Nanami apologise and be so desperate to hear you forgive him.
“I'm so sorry, baby,” his voice is breathy, then, a little raspier with his arousal. Just the sight of you had him worked up, as did the idea that you still cared for him after his shitty behaviour. “Need you to forgive me. Can't forgive myself without that—fuck,” His eyes are half-lidded, his hand tightening around his bulge and causing him to grunt.
“I—” You pause, realising that you wanted to torture him for a little longer. “I'll forgive you if you cum for me,” your voice is a little more hesitant then, it's a little out of your usual but for once, you had the high ground, so yes, you'd be taking full advantage of it. It was worth it for the chuckle that Nanami lets out, his dick twitching in his grasp at your words.
“Attagirl.. gotta keep me on my toes, huh? Fair,” Nanami sits up then, easing his sweatpants down his thighs. He pushes them down to his knees, not actually bothering himself with taking them off all the way. “I'll cum for you. You just wanna make me suffer.. but I'll take it for you. Just for you.” He knew his walls were thin in the frat—his bed often shook from the.. activities of the other members of the house—but he didn't give a shit if they heard him being so desperate for you.
You're the only person he'd be desperate for, he hopes you know that.
Nanami then grasps the sides of his boxers, yanking them down harshly enough that his heavy cock smacks against his abdomen and stomach with the force. The mushroom tip is the prettiest shade of red, a rosy colour, throbbing and desperate to be touched. Not to mention the veins that run down the sides of his length and pulse, as if some fucked up form of morse code begging for you to touch him. The things he'd do to be with you right now.
“Holy shit,” you mumble quietly, and it's enough to cause a boyish grin to make its way across his lips. He hums quietly, slowly wrapping his hand around himself and giving it a tug. A fat dollop of precum slugs its way from his tip, and slides down the side of him. He does it a few more times, his free hand grasping at the sheets beneath him as he starts to ease his hand up and down his cock.
He can't help but think about how pretty you look when you're doing it for him instead, the way you can barely get your fingers around him and how good you look with your fingers glistening with his pre. “This is what you do to me, baby. You get me all worked up, all fuckin’..” he grunts, using the precum as a form of lube to help the slide of his hand. “All needy. Mmgh, you see it? You see my cock, baby? Red and angry? All for you.”
You let out a sound that makes him smile. It's a strangled, horny, ‘I need that in me’ sound, and his head lazily tilts back with his amusement at it. He knows that sound well. “I know… want to fuck you just as bad as you wanna be fucked, but you have to be patient, hm? You're the one who wanted to make me suffer.” He does make a good point. You wanted to see him cum, and cum he would. All over, making a mess of himself, all for your viewing pleasure.
“This is making me suffer, I regret my decisions.”
“Mhm? Maybe you should think before you—haaah—speak then,” He has the audacity to tease you when he's practically teasing himself, thumbing his slit and dragging his large hand over his dick. It's not fair at all. “We can suffer together, I may be charitable enough to come over and bless you with the fuck of your life.”
“The fuck of your life, you mean.” You can't help it.
Lucky for you, his dick twitches in perfect timing with your words and his grip tightened instinctively, his groan loud enough that he doesn't focus on your words all that much. “Don't get cocky, now, I do this because I like you.” It's certainly love, but he doesn't mention it. Perhaps not the time, when he has precum soaking his hand.
You reply easily to that, a warm note in your tone. “I told you to do this because I like you too,” his brows cock upwards and he smiles again, the tugs of his hand against his cock getting a lot firmer and faster in the process. He's not necessarily loud, his grunts and curses are quite low and quiet, but they're loud enough for you to hear, as he wants it. Nanami makes sure to keep his gaze on you the entire time. He wants you to know that the only thing on his mind as he fucks his hand is you. Just you, always you.
Those late nights where his assignments are frustrating him beyond belief and he can't sleep regardless, and he ends up showing his hand down his boxers and jerking off frustratedly? They're all for you. Nanami doesn't need to scroll Twitter, he doesn't need to open the hub, he just has to close his eyes and think of his girl and he's set, spilling over his hand and sheets without hesitation.
A situation not too dissimilar now. The sound of his groans picks up, and he shifts his weight a little bit. His free hand reaches out to grab the phone and he places it down onto the sheets. Shifting forward, he kneels on his bed and leans over the phone. For you? Arousal spikes up your spine again, the view making your head spin. For him, it allows him to act out a fantasy he's had for the longest time, but also proves to you that he's desperate for your forgiveness.
“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum,” he mutters, shutting his eyes for a moment and groaning loudly, his fist moving faster and faster as his hips rut towards the gap between his fingers. “You want that? Yeah, you do. Want me to cum for you.. gonna cum all over you. Like a fuckin’ loser, baby, cumming all over my phone. Cumming—yeah, that's it, nnngh—” He sounds so wrecked from just his fist alone, it's no wonder that he goes positively feral when sucked in by the warmth of your wet cunt every time you two fuck.
You're amazed. In literal awe. Nanami has never sounded so wrecked from something so simple, but here he is, growling so needily for your forgiveness, and to see you, albeit simply on his phone screen, covered in his cum. “Gonna cum all over you, baby, soak you in it. Fuck, fuck, fuck—!”
Your view of him is obscured by a white, then greyish cloudy blob, then another, and then a few more. You know then that it's his cum, spurting from his cock and soaking his phone. He doesn't even think about how he'd have to clean his sheets, wipe down his phone and make sure none got in the charging port, typical stuff, the only thing on his mind is you and proving himself. He sits back, then, panting and smiling lazily down at you as he wipes away enough cum with his thumb that he could see you again and vice versa. “You forgive me, baby?”
Well, yes would be an understatement. “Mhm,” you say, short and sweet, enough to tease him and make his cock hard again after cumming mere moments before.
“Think I need you to repay the favour then, sweetheart,” he growls. “Drop the panties, I wanna see that pretty pussy cream.”
