FADE INTO YOU
aftercare with jjk men .ᐟ.ᐟ
warnings: fluff fluff fluff, idk cuteness ig ?!
featuring. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, naoya, sukuna, higuruma.
⟢ Gojo Satoru
After finishing inside you, Gojo doesn't waste a single second pulling you straight against his chest.
His big arms lock tightly around your waist, keeping you anchored against his bare, pale skin as the two of you catch your breath in the quiet dark.
It doesn't take long before he's already whispering praises in your ear, his long fingers idly stroking your bare back.
“You did so good for me, sweets,” he murmurs, his breath heavy and hot against your skin.
The moment a quiet silence begins to settle over the bedroom, he comically peels his hands off your waist and wiggles his fingers, diving in to tickle your sides just to coax out a laugh.
“’Toru! Wait!” you squeal, squirming and giggling every time his fingers brush your ribs. A bright, playful spark lights up those piercing blue eyes at the sound of your happy laughter.
And if you thought he’d stop there, you clearly don't know him.
He keeps going until you're gasping for air, desperately tapping out against the sheets like a wrestler giving up in the ring. He doesn't care if you're wriggling like crazy; all he wants is to soak in every single bit of that bright laughter— a side of him reserved strictly for you, replacing that usual cocky, self-satisfied grin with something entirely warm and genuine.
⟢ Geto Suguru
Aftercare with Geto isn't as calm as it would be with anyone else.
The exact second you both begin to catch your breath, he’s leaning right back over you, sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck as if he's still starving—as if God knows how many rounds beforehand still weren't enough to satisfy him.
He knows damn well that neither of you has an ounce of energy left for another round, but he simply can't bring himself to stop tasting you.
Pulling back just enough to catch his breath, he points down at your inner thighs and his own (both heavily coated in a slick mess of your shared fluids) and lets out a low whistle of genuine shock at the state of you two.
“Well,” he breathes out, resting his forehead against yours with a lazy, satisfied grin. “I suppose we aren't going anywhere until we clean this up.”
To which, he suddenly scoops you up into his arms effortlessly, your knees hooked over his forearm, yanking a startled yelp from your swollen mouth.
He carries you straight to the bathroom, immediately turning on the showerhead to clean off the evidence of your long night.
He pulls you under the warm stream, resting his forehead against yours while the water washes over your bodies.
Geto gives you a soft kiss to your temple, then whispers a quiet praise into your hair, holding you tight against him until the heat of the shower restores your strength.
⟢ Nanami Kento
Nanami was always a gentleman—it didn't matter whether it was with everyone else or with you. But that gentle side of his personality always showed standard-setting clarity after intimacy.
It didn't matter if the sex had been sweet and slow or completely rough, as exhausted as he might feel, he’d still force himself up, rushing to the bathroom and back with a warm, wet cloth.
He was always ready to clean up whatever mess you both had left behind.
He’d carefully wipe away his sticky release from wherever it had spilled, then move down between your thighs, cleaning off your slick with soft precision.
He presses a soft kiss to your knee before sitting back up, resting his forearm on his knee as he works. “Stay still for just a moment… You were so amazing sweetheart.”
And he doesn't even bother to listen when you tell him there was no need to do all of this. In his mind, it isn't up for debate—no partner of his is ever going to be left lying in a mess they both created together.
After throwing the damp cloth in the hamper, he slides back under the covers and instantly hauls you back into his space.
His chest is heavy and warm beneath your cheek, his calloused thumb gently stroking your hip until the exhaustion finally takes over and drags you both under.
⟢ Toji Fushiguro
Toji's hand instantly reaches out to haul you back against him, wrapping a massive, calloused arm around your exhausted body to pin you flush to his side.
His thick fingers go straight up to massage your sore scalp, working in slow, heavy circles right where he’d been tugging at your hair earlier.
He tries his best to massage your shoulders too, digging his thick knuckles into your tight muscles to make you feel better. He lets out a low, raspy chuckle when a long, shaky breath escapes your chest.
“Was I too rough, doll?” he rumbles, his gravelly voice vibrating against your ear.
“No... plus, I kinda liked it,” you shyly admit, the confession slipping past your lips while his calloused fingers continue to work away your soreness.
He uses the last bit of energy he has left to pull your exhausted body back around to face him, the scar at the corner of his lip pulling into a lazy, fond smile at the sight of you.
Leaning down until his skin brushes yours, he suddenly begins to attack your face with a barrage of quick, needy pecks, making a surprised laugh burst from your chest at the completely unexpected affection.
He chuckles against your skin, finally easing back just enough to look you in the eyes, his hands resting heavily on your hips.
“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks casually, as if he hadn't just completely wrecked you moments prior.
⟢ Choso Kamo
“Are you... okay?” Choso whispers as soon as he pulls out, his breath still ragged and his chest heaving. His voice is a little shaky because of the lingering warmth of his climax still holding onto him.
“Yeah, I'm good,” you'd answer softly, reaching up to gently brush away the strands of hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His pale cheeks instantly flush as red as a beet at your tender touch.
Locking his dark irises with yours, his hands reach for your waist, pulling your bare body across the sheets directly against his own.
He keeps you locked safely in his arms for a few minutes, completely content to just hold you, before finally reaching over for both of your clothes and handing you yours so you don't catch a chill.
The second your clothes are back on, the heavy post-climax exhaustion settles deep into his muscles, leaving him completely drained.
He slowly shifts his weight and pulls you right under him as he buries his face deep into your chest, resting the heavy weight of his head between both of you tits while his thick arms wrap tightly around your waist, locking you flush against his torso.
“Choso… you’re heavy,” you murmur softly, trying to adjust under his frame.
He doesn't move an inch, he just lets out a low hum against your skin, as his grip tightens around your hips.
He rests his cheek directly over your heart, letting the steady beat lull him to sleep as his broad chest rises and falls heavily against yours keeping you securely pinned beneath him all night.
⟢ Sukuna Ryomen
Unexpectedly, Sukuna gets almost... gentle after literally ruining you moments earlier.
Every time you make the slightest effort to sit up, thinking about heading to the bathroom to clean yourself, he simply yanks you back down by your arm, pulling you directly onto his lap as if you weren't allowed to go anywhere without his permission.
Well, you couldn't really complain. Your body is completely exhausted anyway, so being held captive against his warm, tattooed chest is hardly a punishment.
He notices the slight tremor in your arms, fatigue written clearly across every feature of your face.
Seeing how weak you are, he reaches over to his nightstand for the glass of cold water resting there and brings it to your lips.
He even holds the glass steadily for you while you drink, making sure you don't have to lift a single finger.
He sets the empty glass back down on the nightstand, casually wiping a stray drop from your lip with his thumb.
“See? I'm practically a saint,” he hums with a smug smirk, looking down at you like he deserves a medal of honor for basic caretaking.
Before you can even call him out on it, he effortlessly flops backward onto the mattress, dragging your deadweight body right on top of him like a human weighted blanket. “Now shut up and sleep.”
⟢ Naoya Zenin
If you expect Naoya to run off and fetch a warm towel for you like a servant, you're completely off the mark.
He’s actually the type to lie there waiting for you to pamper his ass like a helpless baby—a luxury you never indulge him in.
Still, despite his entitled attitude, he’d lie back and stare at you like you were an actual trophy he’d just won.
That is, until you’d catch him red-handed. The very second he notices you looking back at him, the soft, proud look vanishes, instantly replaced by his usual cocky sneer.
“Don’t go getting any grand ideas. I’m just admiring my work,” he spits out as a weak excuse, his hand sliding lazily over your exposed body to brush his calloused thumb across the fresh bruises and bite marks left on your skin.
Yet despite his smarmy mouth, he still reaches down to drag the heavy silk sheets right over both of your bodies. He certainly wouldn't admit it was to keep you warm, i mean, he still couldn't have his wife wandering around the Zenin estate sick and coughing?!
⟢ Higuruma Hiromi
Nothing could ever replace the deep sense of security that aftercare with your husband brings you.
The very first thing he does is give you space—not pulling out, but staying completely still to let the intense crest of your climax fade into a warm hum.
Slowly, his fingers reach up to gently brush your sweat-damp hair back, tucking the stray locks behind your ear.
Higuruma always makes sure to pamper you and shower you with soft praise for everything you do, casually throwing out sweet endearments in that incredibly soothing voice of his.
“Absolutely beautiful...” he whispers, his soft gaze scanning every single corner of your face, not missing a single inch.
He studies you with such quiet, unfiltered reverence that it leaves your cheeks burning with a blush.
With his thumb gently stroking your cheek, he stays completely still inside you, already thinking ahead to the next morning.
His other arm reaches behind him to switch off the lamp on his nightstand, plunging the room into soft darkness.
“What would you like for breakfast tomorrow, my life?” he murmurs softly into the quiet room.
You hum at his question, taking a moment to think. “Maybe some fruit?” you lightly offer.
He hums in agreement, taking in your answer as his hand trails down to stroke your back, lulling you both to sleep while you stay warm and filled around him.
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