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Idc, normalize kink shaming. Cause y'all be using “don’t kink shame” and “it’s fiction” to excuse being into incest, pedophilia, cannibalism, etc. Like, be so fr, you ship a 14 year old with a 30 year, want to get railed by your dad and want to see two brothers f*ck each other. I don’t engage with things fictionally that I don’t like/wouldn’t want to do in real life. Yes, I’m judging you.
girl who begs for attention but the second she receives any she gets scared
⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆
ʚ prompt— noticing the jjk characters stubble (or bush) and asking them not to shave
ʚ incl— gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume
ʚ cont— suggestive, crack
foreplay
18+ only, mdni — dubcon, iffy consent, age gap, teacher/student dynamic, pillow humping, nanami talking ino through it
nanami has been ino’s mentor for a while. and god, he wants him bad. ino’s not subtle about it either, always pressing up against nanami’s erections during sparring and giving him those soft, doe eyes like he’s begging to be fucked. and he currently is—begging to be fucked, that is.
it wasn’t uncommon for nanami to stop by ino’s dorm after a mission to hash out training schedules or tomorrow’s objectives, etc. and it wasn’t uncommon for ino to take his sweet time answering the door, making nanami wait outside. what was relatively uncommon was the fact that ino answered the door with red-ringed eyes a a coating of drool on his lower lip. and even more uncommon (though not entirely unprecedented) was the fact that, in ino’s foggy haze of the entire blunt he’d single-handedly smoked, he was begging nanami to fuck him. so sweetly, too. he really knows how to make nanami weak in the knees, gripping his fingers into nanami’s ironed shirt and tugging on his tie. because being high apparently makes ino incredibly horny and needy, who knew? now, nanami does.
but he can’t fuck his mentee while he’s high—granted, he shouldn’t be fucking him at all, and he’s refrained up until this point (though his restraint is hanging on by the most ridiculously precarious of threads)—it’s wrong. ino’s in no position to properly consent to anything he’s asking for. speaking of which, nanami hadn’t such a clue that ino was so filthy minded, but from what he’s asking for, nanami can tell he’s though about this quite a bit. “please, nanami—you have to, have to help me, hurts,” he cries, trying to grind himself on nanami up against the door, but nanami’s too strong and too resolute. he’s begging nanami to fuck his ass, he’s already fingered himself before so nanami doesn’t even need to prep him, he can take it; most certainly, he cannot, as he’s entirely unaware as to the girthy 9 inches nanami packs in his trousers on a daily basis. nanami almost laughs at that.
but the tent in ino’s pants is no laughing matter. he may not be as big as nanami, but he’s packing some length and it’s hard as a rock, just begging to be touched. nanami acts quickly and efficiently, handling this situation as he handles all others—methodic and pragmatic. presses ino down onto the bed, murmuring what words of comfort he can think of. “shh ino, it’ll be alright, it’ll pass,” he hums, though ino whines at that because it won’t pass. it never quite does. his mind always drifts to nanami when he gets high like this and fucking his fist is never as good as he wants it to be. he’s sure nanami could fuck him just right.
and nanami could, but he won’t. he’s done some deplorable things in his life, but ino is sweet and relatively innocent and too fucking young for nanami, so he’s decided he’ll help in the tamest way he can. he should leave, should let ino handle this himself. but he takes a good, absorbing look at him then, his flushed and sweaty face, his big eyes with the pupils blown and watery—the way he looks both distant and way too close all at once—and understands that he’s in too deep. and deep down, nanami wants to fuck him. “alright ino, it’s alright. I’ll help you,” nanami coos and ino fucking moans at that.
so he helps ino shuck his pants off and the exhale of relief that leaves ino is borderline euphoric. “oh fuck yes—oh f-f-fuck,” he whines as nanami’s hand presses against his bulge. he so shamelessly grinds into it, his cute little hips, all jittery and desperate, fucking up into nanami’s hand that’s pressed flat against his clothed dick. he’s impatient as nanami unzips his pants, can’t wait for what he thinks is coming. but he experiences great disappointment to find that nanami does not wrap his big, calloused hand around his leaky dick. and he does not bend ino over and fuck him within an inch of his life.
no, nanami’s hands go for ino’s shaky hips, which he then turns and pushes into the mattress, where he shoves ino’s standing cock into a soft pillow. ino tips forward so his body is all pressed into the bed, except the curve of his pelvis which is being manhandled in the air by his mentor in the most weightless way that has ino feeling dizzy and thrilled. nanami pushes his back down and encourages the pretty boy to hump the pillow. “just like that ino, grind your hips down, it’ll feel better soon,” and nanami’s voice feels like a crushed up pill of viagra, making him so fucking desperate his cock throbs in pleasure, precum slipping all over the pillowcase. he fucks his hips down like dog in heat, so desperate, so shaky, so whiny.
and all the while, nanami stares at ino’s soft, puckered hole. ino wasn’t kidding, he’s clearly played with himself. why does that make nanami so hard? imagining sweet takuma, coming home from a long day of training, laying himself out on his bed, dick throbbing, hand reaching down to stick a finger in his ass. the mental image alone has nanami panting.
ino is not capable of much coherent thought, but the faint notion crosses his mind that nothing has ever felt this good in his 21 years of existence and that potentially, besides that far off hope that nanami will mount him and cum in his ass, nothing else ever will. it’s not even nanami’s hand, and yet it’s nanami’s firm voice behind him, telling him he’s “doing so good, such a pretty dick, ino,” as nanami spreads his ass and admires his hole. and it’s nanami’s cologne that’s suffocating him as he shoves his face deeper into his blankets, biting down hard as he ruts and ruts his sensitive cock onto the pillow. his clumsy hands try and fist the pillow closer, trying to angle it just right, but the poor, dumb boy is clearly not in the right headspace for such hand-eye coordination. nanami snakes hand down and shoves ino’s out of the way, a silent I’ll handle that, I’ll control your pleasure. he drags the pillow closer and pushes ino’s length up against him so each loose drag of his waist has it caught between the pillow and ino’s abs. he moans out hard at that. “oh please, nanamin, fuck please—“ he mewls, clawing at nanami’s hands.
nanami grips ino’s wrists in on hand and looks the behind his back, against his tailbone. “I thought you wanted fucked, ino. if you can’t even take this, how will you take my cock?” he drawls, feeling a bit high himself. ino has that affect on him. in the back of his mind, he faintly concludes that he probably shouldn’t have said that because he absolutely shouldn’t fuck ino.
nanami’s controlling it all—the pace, the fervency, all of ino’s pleasure. when ino tries to rut faster, nanami slows him with determination. and when ino tries to stop and grind his cock down in the little channel he’s made, pillow idented, nanami lets his hands go and pushes his ass deeper into the pillow before pulling back up.
“you can’t—nanamin, you can’t just—sh-shit,” ino whines helplessly, voice breaking, as nanami slows down his thrusts again.
nanami tuts at him. it’ll feel better if ino can just last a bit longer, but he’s not sure he can. “what did we talk about yesterday, ino? someone needs to learn to have patience. now be good, or I’ll stop helping,” nanami bites, but there’s no real bark to it. ino’s too good of a boy to disobey. and he lets go of all control and gives it to the delicious sensation of the friction his dick gets from rubbing against the soft pillow, over and over again until he's grunting and whimpering under his breath. gives it to nanami. hips frantically rolling now, chasing that build up that's making his toes curl inside his socks. hips frantically rolling now, chasing that build up that's making his toes curl inside his socks.
and when he’s close, he can’t hold it in anymore. “fuck, nanami, fuck fuck fuck, it’s good, m’gonna come, coming,” he croaks out all thin and aching and feverish. and nanami doesn’t deter him, and he comes as nanami gently presses his thumb against ino’s fluttering hole, mind racing at all the possibilities. strings and ropes of thick come, and nanami’s actually surprised at how much he comes. he keeps rolling his hips in that jilted, entirely too pleasured way to prolong the immense high of finishing.
he’s all sweaty and flushed. he doesn’t seem to come down from it for a long time, and he whines as nanami’s hands spur him to keep thrusting past his orgasm. the simultaneously dry and also too slick rub against his cock is instantly overstimulating, and he makes sure nanami knows that, letting out the most pathetic fucking whimpers, begging him to—to what? “you want to stop, ino? doesn’t it feel good?” nanami teases uncharacteristically.
ino can only sob. because it does feel good. so good. too good. and he’s so obedient, he just keeps rocking his body mindlessly, tears slipping down his pretty face. he keeps repeating the little mantra, “I can’t, can’t, can’t,” and though nanami thinks he definitely can, he lets his hips stop and just holds them tight. ino all but collapses down onto his bed. nanami flips him over to admire the pretty mess, the image of which will remain in nanami’s head forever and he will most definitely jack off too in the shower later. many times.
his dick is ally sticky and still stiff, but slowly softening. nanami disappears into the little bathroom inside ino’s dorm and returns with a rag, wiping off his sensitive cock, all covered in come. “shhhh,” nanami croons. when he’s finished, he slips ino’s boxers back up and tosses the pillow by the laundry pile in the corner. ino’s slipping out of consciousness at this point, and so nanami leaves, flushed and riddled with the complexities and complications of the situation. his most pressing and assuredly biggest problem right now, though—is his own boner pressing against his khaki slacks.
i wish suguru was a vampire and In Love With Me
heavy on the “In Love With Me”
imagine caleb coming home a little drunk and gideon having to call you to please come outside and get him because he doesn’t want to move unless it’s you helping him. then when he sees you, his eyes get all big and he can’t stop smilinggg. you wrap his arm around your shoulder and tell him to lean on you, all the while he’s just yapping about how much he missed you. he’d be going on and on about a new drink he thinks you’d like, how pretty you look, how much he loves you, how good he was. and when you’re inside your home, he starts getting reallyyyy handsy. he’s fighting that tipsy feeling really hard, telling you that he wants you so bad.
like he’s eating you out first, for sureeeee. and even if he’s sloppier than usual, that mouth and tongue of his never fail. of course he’d have you taste it too, the mix of your essence and whatever fruity cocktails he indulged in all night. he’d be on cloud nine when you ask him if you can take care of him, but you’d be giggling bc of how fast he’s nodding and pulling off his jeans at the same time. omg his face would be so flushed… and he’s droolingggg when you’re on top of him. and i think he’d nut before you, but needs you to keep going. so his cum is just leaking out of you and getting all over your thighs, but that overstimulating feeling has him exactly where he wants to be
ohhhhh lord I’m bouta bust one 😛😛
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆
ʚ or— satoru gojo gets used by our favorite jujutsu kaisen men (feat: geto, toji, higuruma, nanami)
ʚ cont— just straight unholy filth from the mind of a whore, you’ve been warned
── .✦ using choso when you're ovulating !!
it started innocently enough.
you’d been feeling that familiar, deep-seated ache, a restless heat simmering under your skin that made every brush of fabric feel like too much and not enough. choso noticed immediately,
of course. he always did.
“you’re so tense today,” he murmured, setting down the book he was reading. his dark eyes were full of soft concern. he came over to where you were fidgeting on the couch and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. “what do you need? tell me. i’ll take care of you.”
he said it with such sweet, solemn certainty. he had no idea.
“just you,” you’d said, pulling him up for a kiss. it was supposed to be chaste, but you couldn’t help it—you licked into his mouth, biting his lower lip, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel the warm, firm planes of his back. he made a soft sound of surprise but kissed you back, gentle and thorough.
“mmh… okay,” he breathed against your lips. “i can do that.”
that was ten hours ago.
since then, you haven’t been able to leave him alone. it’s like a magnetic pull. you trail after him into the kitchen while he tries to make tea, pressing against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, your hands sneaking around to palm the growing bulge in his sweatpants. he gasps, nearly dropping the kettle.
“ah—nngh, w-wait, let me just—the w-water!—”
but you’re already sinking to your knees right there on the kitchen tile, nuzzling at him through the soft fabric. he lets out a high, strained whine, his fingers tangling in your hair. “not… n-not here… oh, fuck…”
you give him a break. for about seven minutes.
he’s sitting at the small table, finally trying to eat the simple meal he’d prepared, chopsticks in hand. you slide into his lap, straddling him, knocking the chopsticks from his grip. you grind down against him, capturing his mouth in another searing kiss. he tastes like rice and mild surprise.
“mmph—my food!” he protested weakly, his hands coming up to grip your hips, holding you still for a second. his resolve lasted about three seconds before he was kissing you back, his own hunger quickly overriding the one for his abandoned dinner. “o-oh… oh, god…”
you rocked against him, feeling him harden instantly beneath you, and a pathetic little moan escaped his throat. “ah!please, i can’t think—”
“you said you’d take care of me,” you whispered against his lips, sucking the bottom one into your mouth.
“i am—i’m trying—” he breathed, but he was already lifting you, carrying you the few stumbling steps to the nearest wall, pinning you against it as he devoured your mouth. he was already unraveling, and you’d barely started. “just… let me… ngh!”
you lost track of how many times you pulled him to the edge. on the couch, your hand down his pants, stroking him until he was shaking and begging with quiet, broken sounds.
“r-right there, please— fuckfuckfuck— i-i’m gonna—ah! ah, no, don’t stop, please d-don’t stop—!”
naturally, you stopped. you pulled away and he cried out, a frustrated, aching sound.
then you're in the hallway, pushing him against the wall to suck a bruise into his throat while you rubbed him through his clothes.
“your mouth… feels s'good, i’m close, i’m so close, please— oh god— please let me come this t-time, please—”
you didn’t. you gave him a moment to breathe, to think he’d regained some control.
he never did.
now he was flat on his back on the bed, and he looked utterly debauched. his hair was a mess against the pillows, his face flushed a deep, beautiful red. tears of overstimulation clung to his long lashes.
he was naked, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, but he was trembling all over, sensitive to the point of pain. you were straddling his thighs, not even touching him there, just watching him fall apart.
“please,” he whimpered, his voice hoarse and wrecked. he tried to lift a hand to touch you, but it fell back to the mattress, boneless. “just a minute, please, i can’t—my head is s-so empty, i can’t… nngh… c-can't think!”
“you said you’d take care of me, cho!” you reminded him again, leaning forward to trace the shell of his ear with your tongue. he shuddered violently, a fresh tear slipping down his temple. “does my sweet boy want to stop?”
“no!” the word burst out of him, desperate. “no, never, i just—nngh—it’s too much, it’s so much, every time you touch me i feel like i’m dying… i-it’s so good… please…”
you finally sank down onto him, taking him inside in one slow, excruciating glide. his back arched off the bed, a strangled scream caught in his throat.
“ah! ah—! too much, oh my god—” he babbled, his eyes rolling back. he was so oversensitive it was almost painful for him, his whole body seizing up. you didn’t move, letting him adjust to the sheer, overwhelming feeling of being sheathed inside you after so much torment.
“see?” you cooed, leaning down to kiss the tears from his cheeks. “you can take it. you’re doing so good for me.”
he sobbed, a real, shuddering sob. his hands found your hips, his grip weak. “i love you,” he choked out, the words raw and sincere amidst the wreckage of his composure. “i love you, i love you, i can’t—ah! you’re moving, you’re moving, oh fuck—”
you started to move. slowly at first, then building a relentless rhythm. he was completely at your mercy.
“aaahngh— sbitshitshit fuck!! right there, r-right there, please, i can’t last, i’m gonna come, i’m gonna— ohmygod— i'm gonna c-come already, i-it’s too soon—!” his whines and pleas and choked-off moans filled the room.
he couldn’t even thrust up to meet you; he was just a trembling, receptive mess beneath you, taking every drop of the frantic energy coursing through you. his eyes were glazed, locked on your face with a look of awestruck, overwhelmed devotion. “you’re s-so pretty— so— so tight. you're k-killing me… feels so good…”
when his climax finally ripped through him, it was silent for a terrifying second before a broken, wailing cry tore from his lungs.
“ah—! ahhh—! fuck! yesyesyes don't— don't stop!” he spilled deep inside you, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his fingers digging into your skin as he rode wave after wave of the most intense release of his life. “s’too much… too m-much… haah… oh, n-no more—!”
you followed him moments later, clenching around him, milking him through his own sensitivity until he was sobbing again, whispering about how much he loves you.
you collapsed onto his chest, both of you slick with sweat and spent. he wrapped his arms around you, still trembling, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ear. he pressed a dozen weak, reverent kisses into your hair.
“i… i underestimated you,” he whispered, his voice utterly shattered.
you smiled, nuzzling into his throat. “you took care of me. just like you promised.”
he held you tighter, a weak, happy hum vibrating in his chest. “m’never doing that again…” he mumbled, already half-asleep.
and obviously, he ended up eating his words.
ok and now I'm ovulating so is he on his way orrrr.....
MDNI. nanami wants you to stay still when he says so
“get my fingers wet for me.”
nanami’s voice is calm, the same measured tone he uses when he’s explaining a mission report or asking you to pass the salt. except now he’s sitting fully clothed in the armchair, thighs spread, and you’re straddling them—naked, blindfolded, and wrists bound neatly behind your back with one of his silk ties.
your knees dig into the cushion on either side of his leg; the position forces your thighs wide, your cunt already slick and exposed to the cool air
you part your lips without hesitation and he presses two fingers past your lips. you close around them, sucking gently at first, then harder, hollowing your cheeks the way you know he likes when you take his cock down your throat.
you coat his fingers thoroughly, letting saliva pool until it drips down his knuckles when he slowly fucks them in and out of your mouth.
“good girl,” he murmurs. “that’s it. make them nice and wet.”
you whimper when he withdraws them, only to hold your breath when you feel his wet fingertips ghost over your collarbone, circle one already hard nipple, then continue lower, down your stomach—until he finally reaches your cunt.
he parts you with slick fingers and glide up and down between your legs—from your entrance to your clit, then back down again, circling your entrance, never quite pressing hard enough to give you what you need, only reminding you how empty you are, how wet, how ready.
“breathe,” he says quietly.
you do.
then he pushes in—deep and slow. the stretch is perfect; his thick fingers fill you completely, the fullness making your thighs quake. but he doesn’t move. he doesn’t thrust. he just holds them there, buried to the last knuckle, letting you feel every ridge, every slight pulse of his heartbeat inside you.
you need more. need him to move, to fuck you, to make you come. it’s maddening how controlled he is while you’re already a trembling mess in his lap. so you squirm—hips twitching forward, trying to chase friction. the tie around your wrists pulls tight as you strain against it; a frustrated whine escapes you.
“nanami—please—”
“behave.” his free hand slides up your spine, fingers curling around the nape of your neck—holding you still. “you’re going to sit here and take what i give you. or you get nothing tonight. do you understand?”
you whimper—higher, needier—but you nod frantically.
“words.”
“y-yes, sir,” you gasp. “i understand.”
“good.”
he stays motionless for what feels like forever. the only movement is the subtle flex of his fingers every few seconds—just enough to remind you they’re there, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. your cunt clenches around him helplessly and slick drips down his wrist. and it takes everything not to grind down on him like you so desperately want to.
“please—” you whisper again. “please, nanami. i need you. i can’t—”
his grip on your neck tightens. “i said behave.”
you freeze. tears prick behind the blindfold; your whole body is shaking with the effort of staying still.
he waits another long moment—long enough that you’re nearly sobbing with need—then finally, finally, he curls his fingers upward. slow. deliberate. pressing hard against that spot inside you that makes you whimper embarrassingly.
“better?” he asks, still perfectly calm.
“yes—thank you—”
“then stay still.”
then he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts, barely pulling out before sinking back in, nearly kissing your cervix with every aggressive push. the wet, squelching sounds fill the quiet room, loud enough to make fresh tears sting behind the blindfold and heat flood your cheeks. you want to ride him, want to grind, want anything more, but his hand on your neck keeps you obedient.
and all you can do is whimper and squirm helplessly in his lap while he watches with a faint smile tugging at his lips and drinking in every desperate little sound you make.
"get my fingers wet"......I can't breathe, I need him for my psychological health
choso promising to only rub against you but ends up stuffing you full anyway !
choso had just dicked you down so good not even an hour ago, left you all messy and shaky on the sheets with his cum still leaking slow out of your overworked little pussy. you could barely move, legs trembling every time you tried to shift, sore in the best way possible. your whole body felt like jelly, clit still pulsing faintly from how hard he’d made you cum earlier, walls all puffy and sensitive inside.
and yet there he was again... hovering over you with those big pleading puppy eyes, cock already rock-hard and drooling a thick bead of precum against your thigh. he looked so desperate, cheeks flushed dark pink, lips parted like he was starving for you all over again.
“baby please,” he whined so soft that you almost melted right there. “just wanna feel you again… jus’ rub it on your pussy, i swear. won’t put it in. promise.”
his voice cracked a little at the end, hips already rocking tiny desperate thrusts against you like he couldn’t control himself. you knew he was lying to himself more than to you, but god— he sounded so needy, so sweet, biting his lip and gazing down at you like you were his whole world... how could you say no when he begged like that? especially when yourw still so full of him from earlier that the thought of taking him again made your clit throb even thru the ache, even if your poor pussy begged for a break.
“okay… only rubbing, cho,” you mumbled softly. “be good, yeah?”
he nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your nose like he was trying to thank you with every gentle press of his lips. his hands shook a little as he nudged your thighs apart wider, still sensitive and sticky from his earlier load. he groaned low in his throat the second the fat head of his cock kissed your swollen folds, sliding up thru the mess of cum and slick with one slow drag that made your breath hitch.
“f-fuck— you’re so wet still… so warm,” he breathed against your mouth, hips stuttering already as he dragged himself back down, coating his length in the slick leaking out of you.
he kept it slow at first, just gliding his thick cock along your slit, the wet filthy sound of it echoing every time he nudged ur clit - loud squelches that made heat pool in your belly despite the soreness. you whimpered every time he caught your entrance but didn’t push in, thighs quivering around his waist as his tip bumped your clit so perfectly, sending little sparks through your nerves. his pre mixed with your slick and his earlier cum, making everything even messier, strings of it connecting his cock to yourr pussy lips each time he pulled back.
“feels so good, baby… your pussy’s sucking at me even when i’m not inside,” he panted, his voice wrecked and husky. he rolled his hips, his tip catching just right so you arched with a broken moan, nails scratching lightly at his arms.
but then his hips twitched harder.
and harder.
the head caught - just barely notched inside your fluttering hole and he froze, breathing ragged and uneven. you felt the stretch already, your walls clenching greedily around the intrusion even tho you were still so tender.
“cho— wait—” you tried to warn, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but you voice came out all breathy and weak.
“‘m sorry...” he choked out immediately, but he didn’t pull back. instead, he sank in one thick devastating inch, eyes fluttering shut like he was in heaven. your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open on a silent sob because fuck— he was still so big, stretching you open all over again when your walls were already puffy and raw from earlier. the burn mixing with pleasure, your pussy gushing more slick around him as he inched deeper.
“just—jus’ the tip, baby, please,” he begged against your lips even as his hips rolled forward again, feeding you another fat inch that made you gasp sharp. “you’re so tight… can’t— can’t think when ur squeezing me like that… fuck, your pussy’s so hot inside, all creamy from earlier…”
he was already bottoming out before he even finished the sentence, cock buried to the hilt in one long greedy slide that punched the air out of your lungs. you cried out sharp and high, nails digging into his broad shoulders, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress as he filled you completely, balls pressed snug against your ass. the mess from earlier squelched out around his base, his old cum pushed deeper or leaking out in thick globs, coating the sheets in sticky filth.
“cho— s’too much—!” you sobbed, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming stretch.
“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry...” he babbled, kissing all over your face in frantic apology even as he started fucking you in deep punishing strokes that made the bed creak. “can’t help it— h-haahh... you feel too fucking good— pussy’s milking me so hard, baby… gripping me like you don’t wanna let go…”
he planted both feet firm on the mattress, knees bent high, hips angled so he could drill even deeper, folding you practically in half with your knees shoved up near your ears.
you were helpless like that, completely open for him while he pounded down into you like he was trying to carve himself into your guts, every thrust punching a wet squelch out of your stuffed cunt. creamy white rings of cum and slick frothed at the base of his cock, smearing messy across both of your thighs, dripping down your ass and pooling on the sheets in nasty puddles.
the sounds were so lewd.. sloppy wet slaps mixed with your broken cries and his guttural grunts, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
choso was so into it - grunting low and animalistic, sweat dripping off his forehead onto your collarbone, muttering the nastiest and sweetest things against your tear-streaked cheeks while his hips snapped brutal and relentless. his cock dragged thick and heavy along your walls, bullying your g-spot with every deep plunge, veins pulsing against your sensitive spots until your mind went mushy.
“taking me so well… my good girl… look at this pretty pussy swallowing every inch— fuck, you’re made for this cock, yeah? made to get fucked stupid like this… your walls are fluttering so tight around me, baby, like you’re begging for more even tho you’re sobbing…”
you could barely hear him over the wet slapping sounds and your own broken sobs, your body jolting with every harsh thrust. your brain felt melted, thoughts gone, nothing left except the delicious drag of him inside you, splitting you open over and over, the way his tip almost kissed your cervix deep enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids.
your hands scrabbled uselessly at his toned back, clinging to all that hard muscle while he used you like his personal fuck doll, pounding you so hard your tits bounced and your legs shook against him. slick squirted out around his cock on particularly rough thrusts, spraying fine and messy, making everything even sloppier as he beat your pussy up without mercy.
“cho... mnnghh s’big— too big—!” you hiccuped, tears spilling hot down your pretty face, body trembkling uncontrollably.
“i know baby, i know,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, licking at the salty tears with a soft hum. “but you take it so pretty… look so cute crying on my dick… gonna cum again for me? gonna let me fill u up twice tonight, hm? yoir pussy’s already so full, but i’ll stuff you even more, yeah? make you leak for days…”
you couldn’t even answer. just wailed when he ground deeper and stayed there, impaling you full of his dick, pulsing hot while bullying your g-spot until your whole body locked up and you came so hard you saw white, your pussy clenching vise-tight around him, gushing slick that soaked his balls and the sheets.
“shiiit— that’s a good girl... cumming for me like that— yeah baby... m’cumming too fuck—!” he followed right after with a choked groan, hips jerking erratic while he pumped another thick load into you, so much it overflowed immediately and spilling out in warm spurts around his shaft, dripping down your crack and ruining everything even more in hot sticky waves.
when he finally collapsed on top of you, still buried deep and twitching inside, both of you were a sweaty sticky mess, breathing heavily and tangled up.
he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your throat, mumbling sorry’s and i love you’s like he hadn’t just railed you into next week, his hands stroking your sides gentle now.
you caught your breath for a minute, then patted his back weakly, voice hoarse.
“…sex ban. starting tomorrow.”
he froze. lifted his head. blinked those big round eyes at you all innocent.
“wait— wha—”
“yep. sex ban. no more pussy for a week.”
he pouted so dramatically you almost laughed despite how ruined you felt, lips trembling like a kicked puppy.
“…but baby—”
“no buts. you’re on timeout, big guy.”
he dropped his face into your neck with the saddest little whine, already trying to negotiate with tiny kisses along your skin, mumbling how he’d be good next time.
he was sooo fucked. literally and figuratively.
note. again... not proofread so sorry for the typos or any errors if there’s any !
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I would give limbs for this, no further comment
nanami + higuruma being roommates who fuck because it's just easier that way, mdni 18+ only please
my mind is plagued with thoughts of nanami and higuruma (though when is not? lord forsake me, I beg). they are workaholic roommates who've been doing this same routine for long enough that it's so comfortable now. work, eat, sleep, rinse, and repeat. relationships are too messy, sex isn't that good with the women who climb them like trees, nothing feels more rewarding than finally finishing the spreadsheet for next quarter's projected income rates or finally filing the motion to have a new prosecutor put on the case for a conflict of interest. they're married to their work and that'll never change. women meet them and think they can change them, fix them, domesticate them. but they eventually realize they can't and they give up. it's just the two of them coming home to each other every night, and honestly? they like it that way. so...sure...it starts out as a loneliness thing. they just need to get off, it's only healthy, right? and friends help each other out! it's not weird when higuruma unbuckles nanami's slacks after a long day and wraps his mouth around nanami's cock until he's gripping black hair and throwing his head back, vein in his neck straining, murmuring a soft "f-fuck," as he comes down higuruma's throat. totally not weird, very normal. and it's so ordinary when hiromi wakes up at 3am to nanami sliding his cock in his ass because it's just been such a long day and poor nanami's dick is red and leaky and his helpful roommate's just right there to help...rutting against his ass, laying all his thick body weight on top of him. hiromi's not quite awake, but not sleeping either, can't control the deep groans that keep escaping him as nanami abuses that poor little spot inside him over and over and over til there's some tears in his eyes that are rolling back against his skull and he's falling right back to sleep as he cums. nanami continuing to use him til his balls are practically empty ://// and don't worry, nanami'll repay the favor when he wakes up a couple mornings later and steps inside the shower where hiromi's jerking his dick but it's just not working for him. nanami pushes his hand out of the way and does the job for him, he always comes so fast when nanami does it, just easier that way, helpless hips pressing and humping into nanami's hand, til he's shooting ropes on his chest and panting all heavy. they've tried the girlfriend thing, but it just doesn't work out for them. why fuck some chick who wants you to put a ring on it when they could just fuck each other for much less hassle? these guys are all about efficiency, anyways, so it just makes sense.
Look at my lawyer 😌
come to papa
there’s a toji one too 🥀
um....umm....i'm actually sick wtf show me his dick now, worm needs to pants him срочно
drop out biker geto
nanami in the back THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE
I love that the jjk fandom has just collectively decided that ino unironically calls his dick takuma jr.
like the amount of smaus and headcanons I've read by different writers, where they just slip that in is genuinely comical
I mean, I agree, he definitely does, but still 💀
frothing at the mouth for his takuma jr. tonight 😑 when will I be free of this cage?
zayne who makes out with you to lull you to sleep.
he knows it’s not easy for you to fall asleep. he’s woken up to you wide awake at 3am, scrolling on your phone that’s way too close to your face. he’s tried every remedy out there—warm milk before bed, tea before bed, no gadgets before bed, reading before bed—yet not a single one has been effective. it always ends with you staying up until it’s time for him to wake up.
only one thing ever worked, though. kissing you until you pass out.
as soon as you finish your nighttime routine, zayne is already ushering you to his lap. he sets his book down on the bedside table, slips his glasses off, and lets his hands run up and down your sides in slow, soothing motions. in the summer, he even uses his evol, a gentle coolness settling over your skin just enough to make you relax.
once you’re on top of him, it starts with a kiss to your cheek. then another along your jaw, before he drags his lips down your neck. after that, he comes back up to meet your mouth, slotting his lips with yours. he doesn’t rush it. doesn’t deepen it more than necessary. just steady, unhurried kisses meant to calm your breathing rather than steal it away.
without breaking contact, he eases you down onto the bed, movements careful and practiced. one hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin while the other keeps you close. his kisses grow slower, softer, lingering just a second longer each time.
he murmurs quietly inbetween—nothing dramatic, just low reassurances, reminders that he’s here, you’re safe, that you don’t have to think about anything else. eventually, he turns the two of you onto your sides, pulling you flush against his chest.
his hand slips under your sleep shirt, meticulous fingertips tracing circles along your back. his nails scratch lightly, rhythmically, exactly the way he knows you like. your breathing eventually evens out without you realizing it, body melting into his.
there’s a small smile on his lips when he feels you go slack against him.
and as your eyes finally flutter closed, zayne doesn’t stop right away. he presses one last kiss to your lips, thumb brushing beneath your eye as if to make sure you’re really asleep. only then does he still, arm tightening around you just slightly.
you fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and the cool comfort of his presence—while zayne stays awake a little longer, making sure you don’t wake again.
Uhhhhh I didn’t know that this was happening HELLO?
