kenzie ☆

*I SEE YOU IN THE CITY, DO THEY KNOW YOU'RE WITH ME?

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

— EVER SINCE I COPPED YOU ALL THAT ICE, YOU GOT NO CHILL

mckenzie. twenty. taurus. nanami's sexy zimbabwean wife. enjin's (c)umbrella. chief procrastinator. lover of pink. enjoyer of r&b. side blog to @kenzieluvsyou. MDNI.

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[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+) — toji turning chubby!reader into a waterpark

you like love being thick, truly, you do—soft thighs and belly looking so cute in the tight little shorts you loved to wear, stretched printed text across your chest moving up slightly as you crossed your arms.

because sometimes it felt like someone, more namely toji fushiguro, liked it more than you did.

“…why are you looking at me like that?” you furrowed your brow, turning around to face the sprawled out mass of a man behind you, not even bothering to pretend that he hadn’t been staring at the way the shorter cut of your pants let your ass hang out a bit, still able to see the way the skin moved with each sway of your hips, scarred lips raising up in a small smirk.

“like what?” he put his hands out, guiding you to sit on his lap, thighs spread out over his. “like you’re beautiful? because you are.”

you felt your cheeks warm, head turning away from the intensity of his stare.

“why are you being all nice now...” you murmured, low hum leaving your lips from the feeling of his large palms running over the plush of your thighs, moving up slowly to smooth over the curve of your ass, his hips twitching up just so.

“m’always nice aren’t i?” his head tilted back against the back of the sofa he was sat on, tongue laving over his bottom lip.

“especially when y’sat on me like this.” he squeezed over the denim.

his hands moved to rest over your shirt, hands cupping the swell of your chest, thumbs moving over your nipples.

“no bra?”

you shivered under his touch, fabric of your shirt creating the perfect amount of friction against his thumbs—back arching slightly to chase his hands.

“it’s t-too hot,” you pressed your lips together, biting back the moans that threatened to escape your mouth, hips slowly grinding themselves down onto his lap, warmth starting to pool low in your stomach with each movement.

“i like it,” he replied, moving off from your chest with a final pinch, frustrated sigh fanning out over his face after his hands moved to still your waist.

“why—"

“get on the bed.”

you blinked at him.

“m’too old for that humping shit. now take off those shorts so i can show my favorite girl some love.”

☆

if this was how he had to go, toji would have no complaints—thick thighs wrapped tight around both sides of his head as he dove mouth first into your pussy, flat of his tongue tickling low against the crease of your ass before trailing over your leaking entrance, tip of his tongue curling into a point before swirling over your clit, lips circling over the small bundle of nerves before sucking hard, legs tightening even more with each torturous suck.

“shitshit—wait m’going to—“

he forced your legs open to pull his head back, lower half of his mouth glistening with your own slick, hand moving down to give your ass a sharp smack.

“you tryin’ to kill me now gorgeous?” you hid your head in your hands, incredibly embarrassed at the almost instinctual nature of the way your legs had wrapped around him. “mind you it wouldn’t be too bad of a way to go…”

“you are not funny,” you groaned, hating the fact that you could feel yourself getting even wetter at just the sound of his basketball shorts hitting the ground, hands moving from your face to be greeted by the sight of his dick, pale skin flushed at the tip, mouth watering a little at the pearly bead of pre that dribbled down the shaft—thick wad of spit splashing into his palm before he gave himself a few short strokes, jade eyes meeting your own as he pushed each thigh apart and pressed into you, shared exhale leaving both of your lips when he finally bottomed out.

the stretch was familiar yet still came with a dull ache, walls already squeezing around him so tight you weren’t sure he was going to be able to pull out and fuck you properly.

his hands pressed into your waist, giving him leverage to pull himself out and press back into you—pace slowly building, skin jiggling with each thrust, smack of his skin against your own sounding downright pornographic.

“god you’re fuckin’ sexy like this,” he gritted out, pressing one of your legs flat against the mattress, moving the other with a hand to press your knee into your chest, automatically stretching out to let your ankle rest onto his shoulder. the new position let him hit even deeper, headboard knocking into the wall at a pace was probably disturbing the dust that had collected on the flat of it, spring cleaning having never felt quite this good.

“goooood girl,” he purred, hand moving from pressing down the leg flat against the mattress, pressing on the lower pudge of your stomach, drawn out groan vibrating in your throat from the additional pressure his fingers added. “deep up in here, aren’t i?”

“s-so fucking deeeep!” you basically drooled, his hand now massaging over where he was buried inside of you, your hands moving up to touch your chest, own hands stroking over your top not feeling as good as toji’s did a few moments before.

his eyes flicked back up from where the two of you were connected to watch you pull up the sheer fabric of your top, your own eyes blown out wide as you pressed two fingers flat against your tongue, fingers moving back down to pinch at your nipples, thumb and finger teasing them into hardening peaks.

you heard a low groan slip out of his mouth.

“could watch you do this all damn day…” he muttered, mouth nipping at your ankle. “you makin’ yourself feel good? using' me to get yourself off?”

“feels so good toji, so good!” you felt a sliver of drool leak out from your mouth, eyes watering from how fucking good everything felt, breath starting to get caught up in your lungs with each press of his hips, low dip in your stomach making you pulse around him.

he chuckled. “mmhmm, i know it does pretty girl. feels so good that you’re ’bout to cum, aren’t you?”

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak—forcing your eyes to stay open, eyes locked back onto his as you finally fell off that tall ledge, warmth pooling in your stomach, slick leaking out onto his length.

well actually squirting out, with a force that you’d probably feel embarrassed about post-coitus but couldn’t care about less in the moment, pleasure only getting more and more intense as he continued to press up into you, unfazed by the unexpected baptism you’d blessed him with, slight furrow of his brow being the only warning you got before he spilled up into you albeit with less mess, thick cream plugging you up so deep it felt like the liquid was pushing back against your walls, keeping you stretched around him.

his pace eventually started to slow, thrusts getting shallower and shallower before he fully pulled out.

“you’re a fuckin’ waterpark now?” his voice lacked any real bite, last remnants of strength being used to slap his arm, soft scoff exhaled into your pillow.

he shrugged, rolling over to lay next to you. “m’not complaining…”

“you better not be.”

“i actually think it’s hot. you done that before?”

you turned to face him.

“how would you feel if i said yes?”

he scrunched his lip a little. “mad.”

you raised a brow.

“mad cause you’ve been keepin’ it from me this whole time. that’s just plain old cruel now…”

you rolled your eyes.

“sometimes i question why i’m even still with you.”

“‘cause i can make you do that.”

you huffed. “it was one time!”

a/n :: finally got a crop top that was tight enough to wear without a bra and #wow ive never felt so free

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+)

very much so convinced that enjin’s favorite time to eat box is when you’re laid up on the worn leather of your couch, eyes glued to the flickering screen of your television—weekly episode drops for your most recent obsession being the reason as to why you barely even looked at him from 6-7pm on a friday evening.

it also turned out that this time was when your boyfriend wanted to gently spread apart your plush thighs, your hand absentmindedly pulling at his scalp to direct him exactly where he needs to be, sloppy kisses to each side of your lips making you sigh quietly.

“mpfh mwa—" he mumbled into you, your legs trembling slightly from the vibration of his voice.

“'jinnn don’t talk with your mouth full...” you murmured, his mouth moving to nip at the softness of your inner thigh before returning back to the warmth of your heat—alternating between teasing kitten licks and long flat strokes of his tongue, building you up with a quiet consistency that slowly crept up on you, nails digging into the peeling leather as the chatter from the glowing screen blended into a low drone.

“r-right thereee!” you sighed and you felt one, two thick fingers press into your slick walls, tight ring of muscle greedily sucking in both digits as he curled them up slightly, jaw going slack from both the internal and external stimulation.

he was always a great eater but it seemed like the fact that your attention wasn't completely on him only spurred him on further, dedicated to making it so that all of your attention was on him.

and it was working, back arching a little as his cheeks hollowed out, that low drop in the pit of your stomach making you groan as you let your eyes flutter shut—ready to fall of that metaphorical ledge, fingers scrunching even tighter in his hair.

then he pulled his fingers out with a pop!

“what the—"

“show’s done.”

you looked back up at the tv, white text scrolling against the black background.

“you ready to finally give me some love?” he asked as if he was some kind of neglected animal and not a fully grown man with enough responsibilities to make you gag.

you looked back up at the tv, advert for crunchy granola replacing the episode you had basically half watched.

you huffed.

"fine. but you're doing all the work 'cause you made me miss my episode. how am i supposed to know what samir did about the blocked toilet?"

"baby i always do all the work." and as if to prove a point he picked you up from the couch and tossed you over his shoulder.

"oh and he cut it up. like with a knife and fork."

"...seriously?"

"tried using conditioner first. did not work out."

a/n :: just finished s1 of adults and i quite literally cannot wait until s2 oh my godddd

more debauchery

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+)

very much so convinced that enjin’s favorite time to eat box is when you’re laid up on the worn leather of your couch, eyes glued to the flickering screen of your television—weekly episode drops for your most recent obsession being the reason as to why you barely even looked at him from 6-7pm on a friday evening.

it also turned out that this time was when your boyfriend wanted to gently spread apart your plush thighs, your hand absentmindedly pulling at his scalp to direct him exactly where he needs to be, sloppy kisses to each side of your lips making you sigh quietly.

“mpfh mwa—" he mumbled into you, your legs trembling slightly from the vibration of his voice.

“'jinnn don’t talk with your mouth full...” you murmured, his mouth moving to nip at the softness of your inner thigh before returning back to the warmth of your heat—alternating between teasing kitten licks and long flat strokes of his tongue, building you up with a quiet consistency that slowly crept up on you, nails digging into the peeling leather as the chatter from the glowing screen blended into a low drone.

“r-right thereee!” you sighed and you felt one, two thick fingers press into your slick walls, tight ring of muscle greedily sucking in both digits as he curled them up slightly, jaw going slack from both the internal and external stimulation.

he was always a great eater but it seemed like the fact that your attention wasn't completely on him only spurred him on further, dedicated to making it so that all of your attention was on him.

and it was working, back arching a little as his cheeks hollowed out, that low drop in the pit of your stomach making you groan as you let your eyes flutter shut—ready to fall of that metaphorical ledge, fingers scrunching even tighter in his hair.

then he pulled his fingers out with a pop!

“what the—"

“show’s done.”

you looked back up at the tv, white text scrolling against the black background.

“you ready to finally give me some love?” he asked as if he was some kind of neglected animal and not a fully grown man with enough responsibilities to make you gag.

you looked back up at the tv, advert for crunchy granola replacing the episode you had basically half watched.

you huffed.

"fine. but you're doing all the work 'cause you made me miss my episode. how am i supposed to know what samir did about the blocked toilet?"

"baby i always do all the work." and as if to prove a point he picked you up from the couch and tossed you over his shoulder.

"oh and he cut it up. like with a knife and fork."

"...seriously?"

"tried using conditioner first. did not work out."

a/n :: just finished s1 of adults and i quite literally cannot wait until s2 oh my godddd

more debauchery

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+)

it was nasty, sheets pulled out from where they had once been neatly tucked in—soft skin dusted with a light sheen of perspiration, head drooping down slightly with each brush of nanami kento's slightly curved length against that gooey spot in your walls making you shudder underneath him.

it'd been what, almost two hours since you'd started, not sure how your body still had enough moisture to be soaked both inside and out, having been flipped from front to back and licked and nipped at from head to toe.

he had you on all fours, knees trembling slightly after a particularly low dip in your stomach. you were struggling to properly keep your head up, moments away from slumping forward completely when the corded muscle of his forearm moved round your side to allow his hand to cup your jaw, right under your neck. his touch was light yet strong enough to tip your head back, easing the tension that had been building in your neck.

his other hand tightened its hold on your waist, voice raspy against the shell of your ear. "just one more for me, okay? you can do that for me, i know you can."

"y-y're just so deeeeep," you groaned, hips moving back anyway, soft plap plap plap each time his hips met your own gradually increasing in speed.

"nothing you haven't done before." he murmured and gently he turned you over, your back now against the mattress and he was still buried up to the hilt inside of you, honey-brown eyes lazy and lidded as he pressed against the lower pudge of your belly.

"you feel me all the way up here?" he pressed a little harder, lips curving up in a small smile at the way you squirmed underneath him. 

"does it feel good?"

his hand snaked back up to your throat, hand just resting over the exposed flesh.

you nodded, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. "soooooo good."

and he chuckled, low rumble vibrating in his chest—hand moving up to squish your cheeks into a soft pout.

"you are so cute like this."

and that's how you knew you looked awful—mascara clinging to your lower lashes, flyaway hairs stuck to the sides of your face, sliver of drool crusting at your chin.

you clenched your jaw when you felt that dip in your stomach, instincitvally moving to inch away from him, but his grip on your waist was tight, pinning you flat against the mattress.

"breathe honey." he reminded you, rubbing soothing circles into the curve of your side. "don't run from it. let me take care of you."

"too-shit—much!" you clawed out, the layered sensation of your previous orgasms making this next one feel so raw, every nerve in your body feeling alight, legs already twitching in anticipation.

"doing so well sweetheart." he moved your hand to let your fingers ghost over your clit, brain taking a moment to catch up before you started to rub messy circles over it, previous release coating your fingers with each swirl.

"just like that." he praised and the words washed over your body like warm water, it only taking a couple more strokes before you gushed all over him, small sob leaving your lips as you leaked out over his length with such an intensity you were worried he might slip right outta you from how wet your walls were. 

"so perfect for me..." his voice wavered a little and you caught it, the way he throbbed against your walls making you moan.

you raked a hand against his stomach, the sensation of your nails trailing over his skin breaking the thin veil of restraint that he was still holding onto, groan deep and guttural when he finally filled you up, sheets stained beyond belief from having been exposed to literally every bodily fluid possible.

he slowly lowered himself onto you, face an inch away from your own as he brushed a hand over your face, pushing away the stray strands. 

"beautiful."

you weakly pushed at his chest. "y'sticky..."

he shook his head in mild amusement. "bath?"

"please."

a/n :: lil rusty... pls bare with me 🫩

[lxnarphase]

ok but wait tamsy with that look on his face, brows furrowed, mouth in a big fucking grin as he fucks you with a dildo, knowing you hate that he's not giving you what you want, that the silicone isn't thick enough to replace him, it's missing all the right textures he has, his veins, those piercings, and all you can do is cry while he stares at you with that fucking look, sweat dripping down his face

"that's it...look at me while you cry, while you cry that it's not my dick inside of you, while you cum on this stupid piece of plastic. i thought you said you could never cum on any dick that's not mine? but look at you...pathetic, creaming on it...what number is this, mm? don't tell me you forgot to keep track."

OR GOING THE UNHINGED WAY:

"look at you, a mess, a pathetic mess! oh, are you cryingggg? poor babyyy, can't handle it? oh, but this is just the warm up, darling, you know we have all night. i should keep you locked in my bedroom, stuffed with a toy so you'll always be dripping and ready for me to do whatever i want with you like the lovely little doll that you are. ah, are you cumming? yes, good, give it to me, it's all mine, all fucking mine."

[starglitterz]

enjin x fem!reader ; nsft ; enjin is soo huge it makes my brain hurt

“anyone ever told you you're really big, enjin?” your fingers skim over his broad shoulders as you slide into the seat next to him, nails leaving a thin crease in the fabric of his jacket.

“in the head, maybe.” riyo snickers, downing another drink and slamming the glass back onto the table with a delighted laugh. 

“hey! don't say that.” zanka scolds her, enjin's number one fan coming to the rescue again. “he is very big, probably because of all the training he does.”

a deep chuckle rumbles in enjin's throat, his gaze roving over you in a way that would have sent most coworkers running straight to hr. “well, there you have it, doll. i'm made of muscle according to zanka over here.” 

“yeah? you must be so strong…” it's either the alcohol in your veins or the fact that the two of you have been dancing around each other for far too long that gives you the courage to squeeze his bicep. it's so huge, god, you want him to put you in a headlock. or a mating press. any fucking position where he can pin you into the mattress and you can be reminded of how much bigger than you he is, how much more powerful, how he can manhandle you like a ragdoll if he so desired. “bet you could pick me up like nothing.”

enjin's eyes darken. a fleeting expression of raw hunger passes over his features so quickly that you can't be sure if you imagined it. his finger traces the rim of his glass, and he chooses his next words very carefully. “sure could.” 

when he looks up at you you're resting your chin on your hands, elbows propped up on the table with a mischievous smile curving your lips. “really? prove it.”

and that's how you and enjin end up tangled in your bed.

“enjin, p-please, i can't-” you hiccup through your tears, trying unsuccessfully to squirm out of his grip. 

“don't run from me, doll.” his deep voice is stern as he holds you in place with one large hand at your hip, branding you as his through touch alone. he's so strong it makes your pussy ache – it's only natural for you to get even weaker in the face of his effortless strength, too busy going dumb over it to think about arguing.

enjin's rarely strict with you and so the sharp edge to his tone lights a fire under your skin, a zap of heat that goes straight to your clit. you melt under him, so soft and pliable and easy the second he uses that damn voice with you. it reminds you that he's leader of team akuta for a reason, and his casual dominance makes your head spin.

a teasing laugh slips past enjin's lips as he feels you stop fighting him, and he reaches down to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “you're doing so well for me, angel, you can give me one more.” 

one more…? how many has it been already? “no, no, no…” you whine, a fresh wave of tears forming in your eyes. you've cum so many times you're not even sure you know your own name anymore, or if you know anything at all aside from the feeling of enjin's hands, tongue, and dick rewriting every inch of your skin. your body's a livewire, buzzing with electricity and pleasure all over and you think you're going to burst into an explosion of sparks if he keeps going like this. “t-too much…” 

“almost there, pretty, just a little more…” he groans, bullying his cock even deeper until it presses up against parts of you that no one’s ever touched before, making a constellation of stars burst behind your eyes as he strokes your clit with one idiotically long finger. 

“enjin, please-!” you doubt you’d recognise yourself if you saw your own reflection right now; matted hair, sweaty skin marked with bruises and bite marks, legs folded up past your head – it’d be embarrassing if you had any presence of mind left to even feel anything except the white-hot pleasure trailing up your spine and bubbling in your core. “oh, fuck, enjin!”

“take it all, doll, fuck-!” enjin’s hips stutter against yours, rhythm turning erratic as he finishes inside you at the same time you climax, both of you reaching your peaks in each other’s arms, intertwined closer than what should be physically possible. 

as you’re panting and coming down from your high, enjin pulls out and snuggles up next to you, nuzzling into your neck and pressing kisses along your skin, “alright, pretty?”

“yeah…” you murmur, a little dazed at first before you gather your bearings and smirk, “guess not every part of you is as big as you make it seem.”

enjin’s eyes narrow. “that so? i remember someone saying it was ‘too big’ when i first put it in.” he mocks your whiny tone and you shove him playfully, making him pull an exaggerated wince and clutch his shoulder like you’ve mortally wounded him.

“i don’t know…” your fingers trail up his arm again, much like it did hours ago in that seedy bar, “maybe you’ll have to prove it a couple more times for me to be sure.” 

enjin just laughs and pulls you into his arms, preparing to carry you both to the bathroom. “i’ll hold you to that, doll.”

“yeah, i sure hope you’ll hold me down to something.”

based on enjin’s reaction it’s safe to say that you aren’t going to be walking for the foreseeable future.

i'm genuinely just going to burst into tears if this doesn't show up in tags

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

the feminine urge to change my theme….

[lxnarphase]

to everyone in my inbox…

I know…

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+) — enjin's hands

his hands.

the first thing you noticed when you first saw him, the black and red ink on the pointer and ring finger alongside four black painted nails drawing your eyes from the moment you stepped in the room.

you loved his hands. and you knew he also knew this—given the way he’d always look you dead in the eye before trailing a finger down the long shaft of his vital instrument or how he’d all but caress the steering wheel as he drove you back to HQ.

it was awful that he was teasing you, even worse that you actually felt yourself having a reaction to it, gaze averted whenever he’d catch you staring, playful wink he gave making the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment.

and then it happened, a work celebration being a thinly veiled excuse to get stupid drunk on a weekday giving the two of you appropriate cover to sneak away and do something with the tension that had steadily built up, currently sat on the foot of the tall man’s bed, his legs spread out wide enough to nudge at your own as he lit up a fresh cigarette.

“you like ‘em.”

he blew out the smoke he’d exhaled, stretching out both hands in front of his face like it was the first time he was really looking at them.

“i mean you must do, seeing as y’always staring…”

you rolled your eyes. “fuck you.”

he took another drag. “how harsh. here i was about to offer you a test drive on them.”

you turned to look at him.

“what do you mean?”

he clicked his tongue. “how about i show you?”

☆

and that’s how you were now laid out over his lap, stomach down with your ass tooted up in his lap.

“is now a good time to say every time you’d stare at my hands, i’d stare at your ass.” he admitted with not a singular ounce of guilt.

pervert.

you scoffed. “of course you did.”

his hands rested under the curve of your butt, calloused fingertips warming the skin underneath.

“can you blame me? i swear one time you jumped to catch a trash beast and it clapped…baby your ass clapped at me.”

you could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “…can you just hurry up and touch me?”

you didn’t have to look up to know the stupid smirk that was probably already drawing his lips up.

“look at you being all desperate for me…”

but he obliged, large palms moving to cup each cheek from behind, pushing up the fat before letting his fingers really sink in—squish making the skin spill out from his hands, low groan leaving both of your lips.

“that feels nice don’t it? can i be a little mean or do you need it soft?”

“y'can be m-mean.” you mumbled, about to complain about the lack of warmth from where he'd removed his hand before you felt the air near you part, flat of his palm striking your asscheek with an even force that pushed a whimper out from your lips before you could bite it down.

“oh.” enjin paused. “you’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?”

welp, there's you exposed. it was only a matter of time i suppose.

“say it.” he murmured, voice low and rough in a way you’d never heard before making you shiver. “tell me how much you like it.”

you gulped, trying your best not to squirm in his lap, already able to feel something poking up into you from where you were lying.

“love it enjin…” you mumbled, grateful for the fact that you didn’t have to make eye contact with him as you said this. “do it again. please.”

he stroked over where his hand had struck you, skin tingling under his touch.

"hmmm, i dunno...should i?" his hand slid between the curve of your ass to rest over your clothed cunt, friction of the fabric moving underneath his fingers making you moan softly.

"p-put them in..." you mumbled and for once he didn't tease, just moved aside the damp gusset and rest his calloused fingertips against the tight ring of muscle, slow stretch as he pressed them in making you groan into the softness of his sheets.

"imma need you to make that sound again for me baby." and he curled his fingers up a little, searching for the spot in your walls that had a little give, pressing up against the softness to force out another sugared moan.

he only had two fingers inside you and yet you still felt so full, hips moving back in time with his fingers as his thumb rotated round to draw messy little circles over your slick bundle of nerves.

"how come we didn't do this sooner?" he mused and you clamped down around his fingers as he pressed down a little harder inside of you, seeming to have pinpointed the spot that made your legs feel like jelly and your eyes cross a little with an ease that would've pissed you off if you'd been in your right mind.

which you obviously were not, sliver of drool sneaking out from your slightly gaped mouth, pitchy whimper not matching the usual bite your voice had when speaking to the lanky excuse of a leader—soothing lull of submission washing over you with each press of his fingers, warm haze of lust replacing any snark that remained.

then you felt that traitorous low dip, pressure from his knees against your stomach making it feel even more imminent, even more urgent.

"waitwaitwait, im going to—"

he didn't wait. he didn't pause or even think to consider slowing down. he simply continued, other hand reaching over to rub soothing circles into the crease where your hip met your back.

"hmmm, i don't think you really want me to stop gorgeous. and i don't think i want to, not when you're doing so well for me."

you couldn't help but keen under the praise, especially when he was saying it to you in that low, dark tone—cigarette he'd just smoked only making his voice even richer, like velvet against your skin as he continued to tell you just how good you were doing, how you were taking his fingers perfectly, how beautiful you sounded underneath him .

it was a different side to him you hadn't seen before, more earnest under the lowlight of the solemn moon and the assumed privacy of your turned back. it gave him the space to shed a layer of protection he always wore yet never quite realised how much it weighed him down.

you weren't sure how you felt about being able to bring out such vulnerability from him.

then the tight thread pulled itself so taught it finally snapped, attention pulled back to the moment, to his fingers in your currently fluttering walls. you stiffened, low groan vibrating in your chest as you felt that dizzying warmth spread through your bloodstream like a narcotic, gentler pumps of his fingers guiding you through the bliss with the ease of a current drifting an unmoored ship, tears prickling at your waterline from how overwhelmingly good his touch felt.

the two of you were quiet for a couple moments, your mouth finally parting to utter two syllables.

"fuck."

"fuck indeed." he hummed, finally pulling his fingers out and up into his mouth, head craning back to watch him greedily suck on his own digits like they were coated in chocolate, not your own essence.

his golden eyes landed down of your own.

"too much?" and he said it with such sincerity that you felt your heart throb a little.

but instead of saying that, you quietly sat up and moved yourself so your thighs were straddling each side of his own—pausing for a second before rubbing your slick entrance against the thickness pressing up against the loose cotton of his sweatpants.

"not enough." you countered, looking back up at him, able to see every glimmer and fleck of amber in his irises before reaching a hand down to sneak in under the waistband.

you felt the way his breath hitched when you finally gripped him from the base, so warm and already stiff under the softness of your hand.

"you gonna let me ride you?" your hand tightened a little. he groaned.

"l-let you? baby, i think i'm gonna die if you don't."

a/n :: this was supposed to be so much shorter oh my god

more debauchery

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+) — enjin's hands

his hands.

the first thing you noticed when you first saw him, the black and red ink on the pointer and ring finger alongside four black painted nails drawing your eyes from the moment you stepped in the room.

you loved his hands. and you knew he also knew this—given the way he’d always look you dead in the eye before trailing a finger down the long shaft of his vital instrument or how he’d all but caress the steering wheel as he drove you back to HQ.

it was awful that he was teasing you, even worse that you actually felt yourself having a reaction to it, gaze averted whenever he’d catch you staring, playful wink he gave making the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment.

and then it happened, a work celebration being a thinly veiled excuse to get stupid drunk on a weekday giving the two of you appropriate cover to sneak away and do something with the tension that had steadily built up, currently sat on the foot of the tall man’s bed, his legs spread out wide enough to nudge at your own as he lit up a fresh cigarette.

“you like ‘em.”

he blew out the smoke he’d exhaled, stretching out both hands in front of his face like it was the first time he was really looking at them.

“i mean you must do, seeing as y’always staring…”

you rolled your eyes. “fuck you.”

he took another drag. “how harsh. here i was about to offer you a test drive on them.”

you turned to look at him.

“what do you mean?”

he clicked his tongue. “how about i show you?”

☆

and that’s how you were now laid out over his lap, stomach down with your ass tooted up in his lap.

“is now a good time to say every time you’d stare at my hands, i’d stare at your ass.” he admitted with not a singular ounce of guilt.

pervert.

you scoffed. “of course you did.”

his hands rested under the curve of your butt, calloused fingertips warming the skin underneath.

“can you blame me? i swear one time you jumped to catch a trash beast and it clapped…baby your ass clapped at me.”

you could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. “…can you just hurry up and touch me?”

you didn’t have to look up to know the stupid smirk that was probably already drawing his lips up.

“look at you being all desperate for me…”

but he obliged, large palms moving to cup each cheek from behind, pushing up the fat before letting his fingers really sink in—squish making the skin spill out from his hands, low groan leaving both of your lips.

“that feels nice don’t it? can i be a little mean or do you need it soft?”

“y'can be m-mean.” you mumbled, about to complain about the lack of warmth from where he'd removed his hand before you felt the air near you part, flat of his palm striking your asscheek with an even force that pushed a whimper out from your lips before you could bite it down.

“oh.” enjin paused. “you’re a nasty little thing, aren’t you?”

welp, there's you exposed. it was only a matter of time i suppose.

“say it.” he murmured, voice low and rough in a way you’d never heard before making you shiver. “tell me how much you like it.”

you gulped, trying your best not to squirm in his lap, already able to feel something poking up into you from where you were lying.

“love it enjin…” you mumbled, grateful for the fact that you didn’t have to make eye contact with him as you said this. “do it again. please.”

he stroked over where his hand had struck you, skin tingling under his touch.

"hmmm, i dunno...should i?" his hand slid between the curve of your ass to rest over your clothed cunt, friction of the fabric moving underneath his fingers making you moan softly.

"p-put them in..." you mumbled and for once he didn't tease, just moved aside the damp gusset and rest his calloused fingertips against the tight ring of muscle, slow stretch as he pressed them in making you groan into the softness of his sheets.

"imma need you to make that sound again for me baby." and he curled his fingers up a little, searching for the spot in your walls that had a little give, pressing up against the softness to force out another sugared moan.

he only had two fingers inside you and yet you still felt so full, hips moving back in time with his fingers as his thumb rotated round to draw messy little circles over your slick bundle of nerves.

"how come we didn't do this sooner?" he mused and you clamped down around his fingers as he pressed down a little harder inside of you, seeming to have pinpointed the spot that made your legs feel like jelly and your eyes cross a little with an ease that would've pissed you off if you'd been in your right mind.

which you obviously were not, sliver of drool sneaking out from your slightly gaped mouth, pitchy whimper not matching the usual bite your voice had when speaking to the lanky excuse of a leader—soothing lull of submission washing over you with each press of his fingers, warm haze of lust replacing any snark that remained.

then you felt that traitorous low dip, pressure from his knees against your stomach making it feel even more imminent, even more urgent.

"waitwaitwait, im going to—"

he didn't wait. he didn't pause or even think to consider slowing down. he simply continued, other hand reaching over to rub soothing circles into the crease where your hip met your back.

"hmmm, i don't think you really want me to stop gorgeous. and i don't think i want to, not when you're doing so well for me."

you couldn't help but keen under the praise, especially when he was saying it to you in that low, dark tone—cigarette he'd just smoked only making his voice even richer, like velvet against your skin as he continued to tell you just how good you were doing, how you were taking his fingers perfectly, how beautiful you sounded underneath him .

it was a different side to him you hadn't seen before, more earnest under the lowlight of the solemn moon and the assumed privacy of your turned back. it gave him the space to shed a layer of protection he always wore yet never quite realised how much it weighed him down.

you weren't sure how you felt about being able to bring out such vulnerability from him.

then the tight thread pulled itself so taught it finally snapped, attention pulled back to the moment, to his fingers in your currently fluttering walls. you stiffened, low groan vibrating in your chest as you felt that dizzying warmth spread through your bloodstream like a narcotic, gentler pumps of his fingers guiding you through the bliss with the ease of a current drifting an unmoored ship, tears prickling at your waterline from how overwhelmingly good his touch felt.

the two of you were quiet for a couple moments, your mouth finally parting to utter two syllables.

"fuck."

"fuck indeed." he hummed, finally pulling his fingers out and up into his mouth, head craning back to watch him greedily suck on his own digits like they were coated in chocolate, not your own essence.

his golden eyes landed down of your own.

"too much?" and he said it with such sincerity that you felt your heart throb a little.

but instead of saying that, you quietly sat up and moved yourself so your thighs were straddling each side of his own—pausing for a second before rubbing your slick entrance against the thickness pressing up against the loose cotton of his sweatpants.

"not enough." you countered, looking back up at him, able to see every glimmer and fleck of amber in his irises before reaching a hand down to sneak in under the waistband.

you felt the way his breath hitched when you finally gripped him from the base, so warm and already stiff under the softness of your hand.

"you gonna let me ride you?" your hand tightened a little. he groaned.

"l-let you? baby, i think i'm gonna die if you don't."

a/n :: this was supposed to be so much shorter oh my god

more debauchery

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

YOUR JJK MAN = YOUR LOVE ISLAND USA COUPLE

[TAGS] suggestive, spoilers for LI USA S8, if you disagree with me you are literally wrong so yeah...

[COUPLES] gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento + heian!era ryomen sukuna

-> literally just what couple i think each character aligns most with and what it'd be like to be coupled up with them :P

-> TOJI FUSHIGURO - TITI AND KC

having entered the villa with a bang, it was unsurprising that people found your coupling with toji a little hard to support at first. but what started as a connection formed from his couple's disconnect was now one that you couldn't imagine leaving the villa without—initial physical connection building into one that got stronger with each day that passed. 

you both had a shared love language of physical touch, an arm over your shoulder or your legs resting over his own whenever the two of you had some down time being your favorite way to pass time in the villa. it was peaceful, watching the quiet waves of the ocean with your head resting against his chest, his fingers squeezing at the softness of your inner thigh. 

sometimes things in life aren't always easy, but you figure with the right person it's always worth the effort.

-> SATORU GOJO -PARMIDA AND CORBIN

you're hot. he's hot. it was simple math.

people thought your connection was based off more...superficial aspects but as time passed it became more and more clear just how aligned the two of you were—shared love for sweet treats and corny jokes making the bond the you had built that much stronger. it was a shame your time in the villa got cut short but the time you did have only proved that sometimes you can judge a book by its gorgeous, annoyingly handsome cover.

the best moments in the villa for you were spent people watching the other couples from the balcony, making up stupid stories about who was saying what, squeaky high-pitched voice he'd do making you double over in laughter. 

your pairing was one that was a little questionable but a 100% cute.

the villa will miss you.

-> SUGURU GETO - TRINITY AND BRYCE

he fell first and you fell harder, drawing him in with your sharp wit and effervescent personality. suguru was gorgeous, long hair and even longer words making you admire him even more.

the time you'd spent in the villa allowed for a gentle slow burn, strong foundation built from meaningful conversation and some very, ahem, close proximity after the bright lights of the shared bedroom dimmed making the perfect conditions for a blossoming relationship. 

he was never shy with his compliments, tone low as his eyes slooooowly trailed over you from head to toe—shamelessly watching you slink over to him after getting ready in the evening, hand heavy and possessive on the side of your waist.

"all this for me?" he asked and you narrowed your eyes a little, unable to resist leaning into his touch as he steered you round the table, purple eyes already lidded with a hazy lust.

"...maybe." and you turned to look at him properly, watching his lips curl into a small smile.

what the two of you had was easy and natural so when suguru asked you to be his girlfriend, he already had an inkling of what your answer might be.

but that doesn't mean that it didn't still make him happy to hear you say that three letter word, rest of your time in the villa spent planning your future together.

you aren't really concerned about the cash prize anymore, the relationship you were going to leave the villa with being much more valuable to you.

-> KENTO NANAMI - ANIYA AND CARL

calm, composed and probably having smuggled a pound of ashwagandha into the villa—you and nanami were the grounding presence that kept the villa in some kind of order.

he was kind, disarmingly so, not taking your initial rejection too harshly—actions showing you just what kind of person he really was, empathy towards your situation with your previous connection being what finally tipped the scales in his favor.

it also helped that he was built, back muscles rippling every time he moved his arms when telling you a story—dark tint of your sunglasses hiding the way your eyes traced along the slightly tanned skin.

"and that's when...wait, are you listening?" he murmured and his voice had a tinge of amusement, hiding your face in your hands for a moment before he gently pulled them away.

"you're so cute." and then he tips your head up to capture your lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

you are voted america's favorite couple.

-> SUKUNA RYOMEN - MELANIE AND SINCERE

let me put it like this, say i have two fish...

in all seriousness, your time in the villa has been nothing if not a whirlwind, highs being oh so tall and the low's reaching rock bottom.

sukuna could be so sweet, weirdly endearing to an extent that vastly contrasted with his rough exterior, connection getting horribly deep wayyyyyyyyy too quick.

and then a bombshell came in, connection you thought was strong turning out to be as thin as the walls between the bedroom and the makeup room—emotional turmoil of the complex feelings you'd developed in such a short amount of time leading into a drawn out arguement that ended with you...forgiving him.

he said that he'd change, that he'd do better and all you could do was trust and believe that he'd keep his word.

you often fondly recalled the first few days you'd spent together, time spent staring up at him as he'd tell you about his past life—the light breeze, open gardens and empty palaces he spent time in, the blood spilled and shed to maintain it. none of it made any sense to you, but the way he told the story was so captivating that all you could do was listen, pink hair pushed back by his sunglasses as he painted a vivid picture of the kingdom he once ruled.

you didn't know what the future of your relationship held, only that you'd grown to like him so much, so much that you couldn't imagine a future without him.

everyone's rooting for you. let's hope he doesn't let you down.

a/n :: now i want sum french friess

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

'TIL YOU CRY⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[DESC.] all the different ways the jjk!men push you to the edge! -> inspired by 'til you cry by kwn

[FEAT.] gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento + trueform!ryomen sukuna

[PROD. TAG] NSFW (18+), no real plot just pure smut drabbles lol, strong underlying theme of dacryphilia, p in v [suguru, toji + gojo], oral [nanami + sukuna], biting [toji + gojo], edging [suguru + gojo], petnames (baby, gorgeous etc.)

TOJI FUSHIGURO — DON'T ASK WHERE I PRACTICED, PUT YOU THROUGH THIS MATTRESS!

"hold your legs back f'me baby, yes just like that—want me to fill you all the way up, don'tcha?" 

toji's voice was rough, lust lacing each word with an added grit, large palms pressing your knees into your stomach—your own hands spreading your legs even further, approving hum vibrating in his chest.

he didn't waste any time once he got you in the position he wanted you in, rough pads of his fingertips smearing the slick that had started to leak out from your entrance, using it to stroke himself once, twice and once more before lining himself up and pressing right into you in a single push.

that was how you liked it, loved it even, slight ache from the sudden stretch melting into a warm pleasure with each press of his hips against yours—wet sound of your skin against his getting louder, body bent underneath his own like pretzel as he leaned down even closer, thrusts getting shallower with your ankle hanging off his shoulder.

"...breathe for me gorgeous," he groaned, your hiccuped breaths only causing your walls to further constrict against him, slight curve rubbing right up against your sweet spot again and again and again. 

"m'tryingggg!" and you felt your eyes glaze over, wetness pricking at your lashline from how good everything felt, the weight of him pining your legs back forcing you to really feel every last inch he was giving you—thick arms bracketing you in a way that meant all you could do was lay there and fucking take it.

"you gonna cry? my poor baby can't handle it?" he taunted, mouth moving over your collarbone to give you a light bite, pace so consistent you wondered whether this was what he was really training for when he spent all that time at the gym, black strands slicked down flat against his forehead as his lips ticked up in a small smile at the way you squirmed underneath him.

"s'okay..." he purred, lips brushing up against the column of your neck as your head fell back against the pillow. "you just lay there and be good f'me, hmm?" 

and how could you argue with that, weak little nod only making him go even harder, vested interest in breaking you down into a sobbing mess being one that you found yourself also sharing—each press of his hips drawing out the prettiest, feathery moans as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to finishing.

"oh." he moved a hand from the crease of your waist to start rubbing tight circles over your clit. "you're about to make a mess all over me, aren't you?"

"mmhmm!" you hummed, pressing the heel of your foot into his back to get him to lean in further, get him to be even deeper.

"keep squeezing me like that and i won't be too far off... gonna let me do it inside, fill you all the way up?"

that shouldn't have made your walls grip him even tighter but it did, feeling the way his abdomen tensed before he spilled up inside of you, his drawn out groan bleeding into your own as you joined him—walls spasming against his length as he continued to shallowly thrust into you, warmth of your orgasm flowing through your veins making you feel like you were floating between the loose fabric of reality, only being brought back by the feeling of him pulling out.

"...i think we need to change the sheets."

SUGURU GETO — OH I AM COMMITTED... TO MAKE YOUR WATERS BURST!

suguru couldn’t help but tease you, the fat tears beading in your waterline reflecting the teasing smirk that was growing on his face.

“is it too much baby?” he cooed, sharp snap of his hips not matching his honeyed words—hand on your hip dragging you down onto him, forcing you to feel every inch.

you heard him groan as you dragged your fingertips down his forearms, conflicted on whether you wanted him closer or further.

“been waiting to see you like this for hours,” his pace slowed down slightly, the thick drag of his cock against your slick walls making you feel impossibly full. “wanted to just push myself into this pretty little ass every single time you bent over.”

it was late in the evening, maybe even now the early morning from how long he’d been building you up, each thrust slow and deliberate as you got progressively closer and closer to falling off that elusive cliff—his ability to read your body like a book only causing him to change his pace every time he felt you squeeze around him in that way you always did before you finished.

missionary was his favorite position, the only one that let him see you at your most vulnerable, open and bare to him—hand moving up to your face to wipe the stray tears that had finally fallen free, pressing a small kiss to the side of your eye. 

"you want me to let you cum? treat my sweet girl for being so patient with me?" he murmured, body shivering under the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear.

you whimpered into his neck, small nod being all he needed before pressing a hand against the base of your neck, drooling tip rubbing right up against your sweet spot again and again and again before you finally clamped down around him—so tight he had to steady himself on your hip to pull himself out and press back into you, tears now fully streaming down your face from how good the eventual release was, limbs shaking a little before you finally settled against the cool sheets, sticky from sweat, spit and cum as his silky strands tickled over your face before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"you did perfect baby." he hummed, still sheathed inside of you, shallow strokes making you shudder underneath him.

"...but, can you give me one more?"

SATORU GOJO — YOU WON'T CATCH A BREAK, HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE?

your eyes flitted up to look at the clock above the door on the wall, long hand having moved from the left side to the right over the time that had passed since your boyfriend had finally put his hands on you.

it'd been a while since the two of you had seen each other, busy schedules and the pressing work demands of being 'the strongest' being one that made for very little time with your lover.

he was sweet at first, extravagant bouquet of flowers moving out from behind his back as you opened the door to your apartment.

"you're here!" you placed the flowers in a vase before wrapping you arms around his taller frame, arms flexing to squeeze around you.

"in the flesh. you missed me?"

you rolled your eyes. "now?..not so much."

he smirked. "let's change that then."

he'd said that around two hours ago.

hands that had ruthlessly slaughtered numerous curses were now tracing along your upper half with a tenderness you were certain only few were able to see, fingers tracing up from your navel right to the underside of your breasts. your breath stuttered as he let his palms cover your chest, rough pads of his thumbs swirling over your nipples, teasing them into a peak.

"i missed you..." he murmured, taking his time to trace over you like he was reminding himself of how you felt, how you reacted to each touch and tease.

"mmhm, I did too baby." you breathed and he leaned into your hand's grip on his hair, gentle scratches oat his scalp making him shiver slightly.

that's how it started, a slow build up of light touch culminating in you being spread out bare against the sheets of your bed, legs wrapped tight around his torso as his cock all but kissed your cervix, slight curve making you shudder with each stroke.

you weren't sure who was more needy, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as a soft whimper snuck its way out from his mouth, feeling the way his cock throbbed inside of you from the sound.

“can’t t-take—anymoreee!” you choked out, grip around his cock so tight his hips stuttered, low hiss leaving his lips.

he'd been teasing you like this for hours, having missed the feeling of your warm walls around him so much he couldn't bring himself to let this end, alternating between long slow strokes and short sharp thrusts—head leaning down to capture your lips in a lazy kiss, tongue sliding over your own drawing out even more soft noises from you.

“m'sorry baby just—shit-don't want it to end!” he rasped and you could tell he was finally close himself, head drooped down into the crook of your neck as you felt him bite down lightly on the exposed skin of your neck.

you yelped, pain blending into a comfortable ache as he laved his tongue over the same spot, certain that there would be a fairly obvious mark left in the harsh light of the morning. you threaded your fingers into his hair pulling him to leave another one under your jaw.

the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp seemed to be the cherry on top, feathery groan muffled in your neck—warm release painting your walls with every sloppy push.

"didn't mean to...before..." his voice had that deliciously broken tone it always did right after he finished, slight breathlessness making him pant a little as he continued to thrust up into you.

"c'monnn," he begged, slender fingers moving down to rub at your slick bundle of nerves.

"...give it to me."

and when he was begging so sweetly for you, how could you say no—low dip in your stomach bleeding out into a long awaited release, thick ring of your combined fluids gathering between where your two bodies were joined.

"m'never leaving again." he sighed, rolling the two of you over so you could lay on top of him. "no, nope, not happening."

"even if..."

"nope."

SUKUNA RYOMEN — I WANT YOU TO LEAVE A MARK, SCRATCHES ON MY ARMS!

your boyfriend was different from other guys. 

he had pink hair, bold black tattoos from head to toe and an oxymoronic love for classical music.

...and he had four arms, two pairs of eyes AND a mouth on his stomach. 

yeah, sukuna was not at all like the men you'd been with before.

but that came with its own perks.

"i see you looking."

it was late, cool night breeze making the linen curtains flutter slightly against the window. he was laid back against the expansive headboard, lower arms folded loosely as the upper ones scratched at his scalp.

"at what?" you had been curling into the firm ridges of his side, firm muscle softening just a little to let you snuggle a little closer.

he lifted his shirt up, long line of the mouth on his lower abdomen already curled up in a smirk, pointed canines pressing into the softness of it's bottom lip.

you blinked. "oh."

he reclined back further, upper set of arms folded back to rest his head on whilst the lower set pulled off his shirt.

"go on." he pointed at his stomach so there could be no chance for confusion.

"sit."

you choked on your spit at the sight of the wickedly long tongue that snaked out from it's mouth, muscle tapering into a thin point that curled up in a way that shouldn't have made you clench your thighs...but you did anyway. whore.

"are you...sure?" and his lower set of arms placed you right on his lap, a couple inches away from his mouth. well the other one. you know. 

he raised an eyebrow. "you don't want to?"

you looked back down at the mouth, and a large palm cupped your chin to tilt your head back up.

"look at me." 

his hands moved down to your waist, pulling down your underwear and shorts with a habitual ease that would've made you laugh if you weren't about to get ate out by a (maybe sentient?) mouth crevice on your boyfriend's abdomen.

your lower half was now bare, thick pads of his fingers moving to gather the wetness that had already started to leak out, giving your clit a few little rubs before getting you to sit back down on his lap.

"come on." and his hands pulled you up along the short hair of his happy trail to rest on the soft lips on his abdomen, mouth now seeming to want to behave, tongue safely trapped behind it's teeth.

he stopped once you were sat right on the mouth, hands still holding you steady at your waist.

then you felt it. the warm puff of air as the mouth parted, tongue poking out just a little to flick at your clit, your hands gripping the corded muscle of his lower forearms as the tongue continued to canvas your pussy—wet saliva dribbling down your inner thighs as it sloppily lapped at your outer folds, seemingly satisfied from just having the chance to taste you.

meanwhile, your boyfriend just looked down at you, quiet groan rumbling in his chest at the way you trembled on top of him.

"you want more?"

your eyes flicked back up to him, head already moving before your brain could impart sense, small nod being all he needed before the tongue twisted itself into a small point, circling the tight ring of muscle at your entrance before slowly pressing in, the sensation of which being both foreign yet welcome—shorter tongue in the mouth (the normal one) of your lover not being able to venture this deep inside of you, his palms lifting you up a little to give the tongue space to thrust itself in and out.

"'k-kunaaa!?" you mewled, unsure what you were asking for, fingernails drawing angry red marks into the pale flesh of the arms that were holding you, tongue so long and thick that it was able to simultaneously fuck you whilst the thicker flat of it rubbed up against your clit, essence from your walls and the saliva from his mouth making a slick mess against your thighs and his stomach. "feels so goooooood!"

"knew you would like it." was all your boyfriend had to say, not missing the way he shivered under the scrape of your nails against his arms.

then he pulled you off his mouth, hand moving to grip his length.

"you think you can handle both of us at the same time?"

KENTO NANAMI — I MISSED THE TASTE OF IT, AND IMMA WRITE MY NAME ON IT!

your husband was awful. a horrible, horrible man.

why you ask?

because he had you pinned underneath him, large palm pressing down on your thigh—the other hand three (3!) fingers deep inside of you, tongue lapping at the overwhelmingly sensitive bundle of nerves just above your entrance.

he hummed, lips curving up in a smile before tilting his head up.

"wish i could say i hate seeing you cry but when you look at me like that..."

and by that he meant with glassy eyes, tears already beginning to bead at your waterline, clumping your lashes together. your mouth was parted slightly, couple strokes of his fingers right up against your sweet spot forcing a drawn out mewl from your throat.

"d-don't tease..." you mumbled, back arching even more under his touch, mouth dipped back down to suck hard around your clit, fingernails tangling in his hair with a tension that made him groan right into you.

"i'm not teasing you my love. i'm just taking my time." and he scissored his fingers inside of you, pressing up against your walls with a pressure that made your toes curl.

"can you take your time—fuck-a little faster?" you pleaded, watching how his fingers dimpled the soft flesh of your thigh, pulling you close to him. he was getting greedy, grip tightening so that you couldn't squirm away—tongue laving over each fold and crease like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted, letting your hand lead him to exactly where you needed him the most, wet slick and spit mixing together to fill your bedroom with the most lascivious sounds.

he shook his head slightly, quiet hum making you pull his hair even harder—already so close to making a mess all over his face when he pulled back, lower half of his face glistening under the low light of your room.

"huh? why did you—" you leant up on your elbows, brow creased up in frustration.

then you heard the soft jingle of his belt buckle.

"need to feel you." he muttered, already half-hard and fully ready, hand fisting the slightly curved length with the wetness he'd gathered from your entrance. 

"can i?"

a/n :: this album has gone platinum certified in my house istg every song is a bangerrrr

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

YOUR JJK MAN = YOUR LOVE ISLAND USA COUPLE

[TAGS] suggestive, spoilers for LI USA S8, if you disagree with me you are literally wrong so yeah...

[COUPLES] gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento + heian!era ryomen sukuna

-> literally just what couple i think each character aligns most with and what it'd be like to be coupled up with them :P

-> TOJI FUSHIGURO - TITI AND KC

having entered the villa with a bang, it was unsurprising that people found your coupling with toji a little hard to support at first. but what started as a connection formed from his couple's disconnect was now one that you couldn't imagine leaving the villa without—initial physical connection building into one that got stronger with each day that passed. 

you both had a shared love language of physical touch, an arm over your shoulder or your legs resting over his own whenever the two of you had some down time being your favorite way to pass time in the villa. it was peaceful, watching the quiet waves of the ocean with your head resting against his chest, his fingers squeezing at the softness of your inner thigh. 

sometimes things in life aren't always easy, but you figure with the right person it's always worth the effort.

-> SATORU GOJO -PARMIDA AND CORBIN

you're hot. he's hot. it was simple math.

people thought your connection was based off more...superficial aspects but as time passed it became more and more clear just how aligned the two of you were—shared love for sweet treats and corny jokes making the bond the you had built that much stronger. it was a shame your time in the villa got cut short but the time you did have only proved that sometimes you can judge a book by its gorgeous, annoyingly handsome cover.

the best moments in the villa for you were spent people watching the other couples from the balcony, making up stupid stories about who was saying what, squeaky high-pitched voice he'd do making you double over in laughter. 

your pairing was one that was a little questionable but a 100% cute.

the villa will miss you.

-> SUGURU GETO - TRINITY AND BRYCE

he fell first and you fell harder, drawing him in with your sharp wit and effervescent personality. suguru was gorgeous, long hair and even longer words making you admire him even more.

the time you'd spent in the villa allowed for a gentle slow burn, strong foundation built from meaningful conversation and some very, ahem, close proximity after the bright lights of the shared bedroom dimmed making the perfect conditions for a blossoming relationship. 

he was never shy with his compliments, tone low as his eyes slooooowly trailed over you from head to toe—shamelessly watching you slink over to him after getting ready in the evening, hand heavy and possessive on the side of your waist.

"all this for me?" he asked and you narrowed your eyes a little, unable to resist leaning into his touch as he steered you round the table, purple eyes already lidded with a hazy lust.

"...maybe." and you turned to look at him properly, watching his lips curl into a small smile.

what the two of you had was easy and natural so when suguru asked you to be his girlfriend, he already had an inkling of what your answer might be.

but that doesn't mean that it didn't still make him happy to hear you say that three letter word, rest of your time in the villa spent planning your future together.

you aren't really concerned about the cash prize anymore, the relationship you were going to leave the villa with being much more valuable to you.

-> KENTO NANAMI - ANIYA AND CARL

calm, composed and probably having smuggled a pound of ashwagandha into the villa—you and nanami were the grounding presence that kept the villa in some kind of order.

he was kind, disarmingly so, not taking your initial rejection too harshly—actions showing you just what kind of person he really was, empathy towards your situation with your previous connection being what finally tipped the scales in his favor.

it also helped that he was built, back muscles rippling every time he moved his arms when telling you a story—dark tint of your sunglasses hiding the way your eyes traced along the slightly tanned skin.

"and that's when...wait, are you listening?" he murmured and his voice had a tinge of amusement, hiding your face in your hands for a moment before he gently pulled them away.

"you're so cute." and then he tips your head up to capture your lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

you are voted america's favorite couple.

-> SUKUNA RYOMEN - MELANIE AND SINCERE

let me put it like this, say i have two fish...

in all seriousness, your time in the villa has been nothing if not a whirlwind, highs being oh so tall and the low's reaching rock bottom.

sukuna could be so sweet, weirdly endearing to an extent that vastly contrasted with his rough exterior, connection getting horribly deep wayyyyyyyyy too quick.

and then a bombshell came in, connection you thought was strong turning out to be as thin as the walls between the bedroom and the makeup room—emotional turmoil of the complex feelings you'd developed in such a short amount of time leading into a drawn out arguement that ended with you...forgiving him.

he said that he'd change, that he'd do better and all you could do was trust and believe that he'd keep his word.

you often fondly recalled the first few days you'd spent together, time spent staring up at him as he'd tell you about his past life—the light breeze, open gardens and empty palaces he spent time in, the blood spilled and shed to maintain it. none of it made any sense to you, but the way he told the story was so captivating that all you could do was listen, pink hair pushed back by his sunglasses as he painted a vivid picture of the kingdom he once ruled.

you didn't know what the future of your relationship held, only that you'd grown to like him so much, so much that you couldn't imagine a future without him.

everyone's rooting for you. let's hope he doesn't let you down.

a/n :: now i want sum french friess

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

'TIL YOU CRY⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[DESC.] all the different ways the jjk!men push you to the edge! -> inspired by 'til you cry by kwn

[FEAT.] gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento + trueform!ryomen sukuna

[PROD. TAG] NSFW (18+), no real plot just pure smut drabbles lol, strong underlying theme of dacryphilia, p in v [suguru, toji + gojo], oral [nanami + sukuna], biting [toji + gojo], edging [suguru + gojo], petnames (baby, gorgeous etc.)

TOJI FUSHIGURO — DON'T ASK WHERE I PRACTICED, PUT YOU THROUGH THIS MATTRESS!

"hold your legs back f'me baby, yes just like that—want me to fill you all the way up, don'tcha?" 

toji's voice was rough, lust lacing each word with an added grit, large palms pressing your knees into your stomach—your own hands spreading your legs even further, approving hum vibrating in his chest.

he didn't waste any time once he got you in the position he wanted you in, rough pads of his fingertips smearing the slick that had started to leak out from your entrance, using it to stroke himself once, twice and once more before lining himself up and pressing right into you in a single push.

that was how you liked it, loved it even, slight ache from the sudden stretch melting into a warm pleasure with each press of his hips against yours—wet sound of your skin against his getting louder, body bent underneath his own like pretzel as he leaned down even closer, thrusts getting shallower with your ankle hanging off his shoulder.

"...breathe for me gorgeous," he groaned, your hiccuped breaths only causing your walls to further constrict against him, slight curve rubbing right up against your sweet spot again and again and again. 

"m'tryingggg!" and you felt your eyes glaze over, wetness pricking at your lashline from how good everything felt, the weight of him pining your legs back forcing you to really feel every last inch he was giving you—thick arms bracketing you in a way that meant all you could do was lay there and fucking take it.

"you gonna cry? my poor baby can't handle it?" he taunted, mouth moving over your collarbone to give you a light bite, pace so consistent you wondered whether this was what he was really training for when he spent all that time at the gym, black strands slicked down flat against his forehead as his lips ticked up in a small smile at the way you squirmed underneath him.

"s'okay..." he purred, lips brushing up against the column of your neck as your head fell back against the pillow. "you just lay there and be good f'me, hmm?" 

and how could you argue with that, weak little nod only making him go even harder, vested interest in breaking you down into a sobbing mess being one that you found yourself also sharing—each press of his hips drawing out the prettiest, feathery moans as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to finishing.

"oh." he moved a hand from the crease of your waist to start rubbing tight circles over your clit. "you're about to make a mess all over me, aren't you?"

"mmhmm!" you hummed, pressing the heel of your foot into his back to get him to lean in further, get him to be even deeper.

"keep squeezing me like that and i won't be too far off... gonna let me do it inside, fill you all the way up?"

that shouldn't have made your walls grip him even tighter but it did, feeling the way his abdomen tensed before he spilled up inside of you, his drawn out groan bleeding into your own as you joined him—walls spasming against his length as he continued to shallowly thrust into you, warmth of your orgasm flowing through your veins making you feel like you were floating between the loose fabric of reality, only being brought back by the feeling of him pulling out.

"...i think we need to change the sheets."

SUGURU GETO — OH I AM COMMITTED... TO MAKE YOUR WATERS BURST!

suguru couldn’t help but tease you, the fat tears beading in your waterline reflecting the teasing smirk that was growing on his face.

“is it too much baby?” he cooed, sharp snap of his hips not matching his honeyed words—hand on your hip dragging you down onto him, forcing you to feel every inch.

you heard him groan as you dragged your fingertips down his forearms, conflicted on whether you wanted him closer or further.

“been waiting to see you like this for hours,” his pace slowed down slightly, the thick drag of his cock against your slick walls making you feel impossibly full. “wanted to just push myself into this pretty little ass every single time you bent over.”

it was late in the evening, maybe even now the early morning from how long he’d been building you up, each thrust slow and deliberate as you got progressively closer and closer to falling off that elusive cliff—his ability to read your body like a book only causing him to change his pace every time he felt you squeeze around him in that way you always did before you finished.

missionary was his favorite position, the only one that let him see you at your most vulnerable, open and bare to him—hand moving up to your face to wipe the stray tears that had finally fallen free, pressing a small kiss to the side of your eye. 

"you want me to let you cum? treat my sweet girl for being so patient with me?" he murmured, body shivering under the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear.

you whimpered into his neck, small nod being all he needed before pressing a hand against the base of your neck, drooling tip rubbing right up against your sweet spot again and again and again before you finally clamped down around him—so tight he had to steady himself on your hip to pull himself out and press back into you, tears now fully streaming down your face from how good the eventual release was, limbs shaking a little before you finally settled against the cool sheets, sticky from sweat, spit and cum as his silky strands tickled over your face before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"you did perfect baby." he hummed, still sheathed inside of you, shallow strokes making you shudder underneath him.

"...but, can you give me one more?"

SATORU GOJO — YOU WON'T CATCH A BREAK, HOW MUCH CAN YOU TAKE?

your eyes flitted up to look at the clock above the door on the wall, long hand having moved from the left side to the right over the time that had passed since your boyfriend had finally put his hands on you.

it'd been a while since the two of you had seen each other, busy schedules and the pressing work demands of being 'the strongest' being one that made for very little time with your lover.

he was sweet at first, extravagant bouquet of flowers moving out from behind his back as you opened the door to your apartment.

"you're here!" you placed the flowers in a vase before wrapping you arms around his taller frame, arms flexing to squeeze around you.

"in the flesh. you missed me?"

you rolled your eyes. "now?..not so much."

he smirked. "let's change that then."

he'd said that around two hours ago.

hands that had ruthlessly slaughtered numerous curses were now tracing along your upper half with a tenderness you were certain only few were able to see, fingers tracing up from your navel right to the underside of your breasts. your breath stuttered as he let his palms cover your chest, rough pads of his thumbs swirling over your nipples, teasing them into a peak.

"i missed you..." he murmured, taking his time to trace over you like he was reminding himself of how you felt, how you reacted to each touch and tease.

"mmhm, I did too baby." you breathed and he leaned into your hand's grip on his hair, gentle scratches oat his scalp making him shiver slightly.

that's how it started, a slow build up of light touch culminating in you being spread out bare against the sheets of your bed, legs wrapped tight around his torso as his cock all but kissed your cervix, slight curve making you shudder with each stroke.

you weren't sure who was more needy, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as a soft whimper snuck its way out from his mouth, feeling the way his cock throbbed inside of you from the sound.

“can’t t-take—anymoreee!” you choked out, grip around his cock so tight his hips stuttered, low hiss leaving his lips.

he'd been teasing you like this for hours, having missed the feeling of your warm walls around him so much he couldn't bring himself to let this end, alternating between long slow strokes and short sharp thrusts—head leaning down to capture your lips in a lazy kiss, tongue sliding over your own drawing out even more soft noises from you.

“m'sorry baby just—shit-don't want it to end!” he rasped and you could tell he was finally close himself, head drooped down into the crook of your neck as you felt him bite down lightly on the exposed skin of your neck.

you yelped, pain blending into a comfortable ache as he laved his tongue over the same spot, certain that there would be a fairly obvious mark left in the harsh light of the morning. you threaded your fingers into his hair pulling him to leave another one under your jaw.

the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp seemed to be the cherry on top, feathery groan muffled in your neck—warm release painting your walls with every sloppy push.

"didn't mean to...before..." his voice had that deliciously broken tone it always did right after he finished, slight breathlessness making him pant a little as he continued to thrust up into you.

"c'monnn," he begged, slender fingers moving down to rub at your slick bundle of nerves.

"...give it to me."

and when he was begging so sweetly for you, how could you say no—low dip in your stomach bleeding out into a long awaited release, thick ring of your combined fluids gathering between where your two bodies were joined.

"m'never leaving again." he sighed, rolling the two of you over so you could lay on top of him. "no, nope, not happening."

"even if..."

"nope."

SUKUNA RYOMEN — I WANT YOU TO LEAVE A MARK, SCRATCHES ON MY ARMS!

your boyfriend was different from other guys. 

he had pink hair, bold black tattoos from head to toe and an oxymoronic love for classical music.

...and he had four arms, two pairs of eyes AND a mouth on his stomach. 

yeah, sukuna was not at all like the men you'd been with before.

but that came with its own perks.

"i see you looking."

it was late, cool night breeze making the linen curtains flutter slightly against the window. he was laid back against the expansive headboard, lower arms folded loosely as the upper ones scratched at his scalp.

"at what?" you had been curling into the firm ridges of his side, firm muscle softening just a little to let you snuggle a little closer.

he lifted his shirt up, long line of the mouth on his lower abdomen already curled up in a smirk, pointed canines pressing into the softness of it's bottom lip.

you blinked. "oh."

he reclined back further, upper set of arms folded back to rest his head on whilst the lower set pulled off his shirt.

"go on." he pointed at his stomach so there could be no chance for confusion.

"sit."

you choked on your spit at the sight of the wickedly long tongue that snaked out from it's mouth, muscle tapering into a thin point that curled up in a way that shouldn't have made you clench your thighs...but you did anyway. whore.

"are you...sure?" and his lower set of arms placed you right on his lap, a couple inches away from his mouth. well the other one. you know. 

he raised an eyebrow. "you don't want to?"

you looked back down at the mouth, and a large palm cupped your chin to tilt your head back up.

"look at me." 

his hands moved down to your waist, pulling down your underwear and shorts with a habitual ease that would've made you laugh if you weren't about to get ate out by a (maybe sentient?) mouth crevice on your boyfriend's abdomen.

your lower half was now bare, thick pads of his fingers moving to gather the wetness that had already started to leak out, giving your clit a few little rubs before getting you to sit back down on his lap.

"come on." and his hands pulled you up along the short hair of his happy trail to rest on the soft lips on his abdomen, mouth now seeming to want to behave, tongue safely trapped behind it's teeth.

he stopped once you were sat right on the mouth, hands still holding you steady at your waist.

then you felt it. the warm puff of air as the mouth parted, tongue poking out just a little to flick at your clit, your hands gripping the corded muscle of his lower forearms as the tongue continued to canvas your pussy—wet saliva dribbling down your inner thighs as it sloppily lapped at your outer folds, seemingly satisfied from just having the chance to taste you.

meanwhile, your boyfriend just looked down at you, quiet groan rumbling in his chest at the way you trembled on top of him.

"you want more?"

your eyes flicked back up to him, head already moving before your brain could impart sense, small nod being all he needed before the tongue twisted itself into a small point, circling the tight ring of muscle at your entrance before slowly pressing in, the sensation of which being both foreign yet welcome—shorter tongue in the mouth (the normal one) of your lover not being able to venture this deep inside of you, his palms lifting you up a little to give the tongue space to thrust itself in and out.

"'k-kunaaa!?" you mewled, unsure what you were asking for, fingernails drawing angry red marks into the pale flesh of the arms that were holding you, tongue so long and thick that it was able to simultaneously fuck you whilst the thicker flat of it rubbed up against your clit, essence from your walls and the saliva from his mouth making a slick mess against your thighs and his stomach. "feels so goooooood!"

"knew you would like it." was all your boyfriend had to say, not missing the way he shivered under the scrape of your nails against his arms.

then he pulled you off his mouth, hand moving to grip his length.

"you think you can handle both of us at the same time?"

KENTO NANAMI — I MISSED THE TASTE OF IT, AND IMMA WRITE MY NAME ON IT!

your husband was awful. a horrible, horrible man.

why you ask?

because he had you pinned underneath him, large palm pressing down on your thigh—the other hand three (3!) fingers deep inside of you, tongue lapping at the overwhelmingly sensitive bundle of nerves just above your entrance.

he hummed, lips curving up in a smile before tilting his head up.

"wish i could say i hate seeing you cry but when you look at me like that..."

and by that he meant with glassy eyes, tears already beginning to bead at your waterline, clumping your lashes together. your mouth was parted slightly, couple strokes of his fingers right up against your sweet spot forcing a drawn out mewl from your throat.

"d-don't tease..." you mumbled, back arching even more under his touch, mouth dipped back down to suck hard around your clit, fingernails tangling in his hair with a tension that made him groan right into you.

"i'm not teasing you my love. i'm just taking my time." and he scissored his fingers inside of you, pressing up against your walls with a pressure that made your toes curl.

"can you take your time—fuck-a little faster?" you pleaded, watching how his fingers dimpled the soft flesh of your thigh, pulling you close to him. he was getting greedy, grip tightening so that you couldn't squirm away—tongue laving over each fold and crease like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted, letting your hand lead him to exactly where you needed him the most, wet slick and spit mixing together to fill your bedroom with the most lascivious sounds.

he shook his head slightly, quiet hum making you pull his hair even harder—already so close to making a mess all over his face when he pulled back, lower half of his face glistening under the low light of your room.

"huh? why did you—" you leant up on your elbows, brow creased up in frustration.

then you heard the soft jingle of his belt buckle.

"need to feel you." he muttered, already half-hard and fully ready, hand fisting the slightly curved length with the wetness he'd gathered from your entrance. 

"can i?"

a/n :: this album has gone platinum certified in my house istg every song is a bangerrrr

[mckenzieluvsnanami]

NSFW (18+) — celebrating nanami's birthday

"i know it's your birthday but there's a candle i want to blow..."

it was a friday evening, sky painted with a golden hue as the sun started to dip low down into the horizon. you were standing over the kitchen island of your apartment, your husband's plea request for you to not do anything big for his birthday culminating in the two of you sharing the most delicious piece of chocolate tiramisu in celebration of the year he'd gained—small gold candle still standing tall in the centre, white wick now black from the extinguished flame it'd once held.

he was still wearing his work clothes, tan slacks tight around the thick curves of his thighs as he bent a leg slightly to lean on the cool marble, humming around his fork as he took tiny slivers of the creamy, fluffy dessert.

"what do you mean?" he said in a tone that told you he knew exactly what you meant, licking a stray spot of cream from the side of his lips. too sexy for his own damn good.

"i mean...it's your birthday and i want to do something nice for you, y'know? give you everything you want..." 

he extended an arm out to call you over and you walked into his side, shirt creasing a little as he hugged you closer, pressing a kiss onto your forehead.

"is this not something nice?" he questioned.

you moved your head up to look at him properly, blond hair having worked its way loose from their uniform style over the day, framing the shadows of his face perfectly. 

"this is perfect, honey. one of the best birthday's i've had in a while." and he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, slight bite of the cocoa melting against the sweetness of the mascarpone, soft kiss progressing into something deeper—your hand tangling in the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, his quiet sigh into your mouth making you shudder as large palms moved to your waist and pulled you up onto the counter in one swift movement.

the whole time his mouth never left your own, hands roaming over your body carrying an undeniable need that you also shared—a hand trailing down to move between your thighs, stroking over the fabric of your pants with a pressure that only left you wanting more.

eventually he pulled away, brown eyes even darker than usual, bottom lip slick with a mixture of both of your saliva. 

"and the only thing i want, only thing i could ever need, is you." 

and he picked you up off the counter and took you into your bedroom.

♡

he wasn't really lying when he said he wanted you, baby hairs slicked against your forehead as he continued to press into you again and again and again.

it must've been hours since he'd started, getting you to finish on his fingers and his tongue before finally letting you get your aha, candle.

he'd had you on your knees, on your front and now on your back, hand digging into the crease where your thighs met your hips to allow him to press you back down onto him.

sex with your husband was always good, but something about this evening made it heavenly, walls loose but still wonderfully sensitive from the numerous orgasms he'd managed to pull out from you—wet shlick from the sound of your wetness soaking his cock with each snap of his hips only making you feel even more heady, sliver of drool spilling out from the side of your mouth as he just fucking drilled into you.

"ha-happy birthdaaaaaay!" you moaned, slight curve of his length rubbing right against your thoroughly stimulated sweet spot making your eyes roll back into your skull.

"th-thank you, honey." he managed to grit out and you could tell he was close, he had to be, having held himself back for this long you'd be worried if he wasn't, fingernails scratching angry red lines into the corded muscle of his forearms making him shudder above you.

"ken..." you mumbled, blinking hard to get your eyes to focus on looking up at him. "m'gonna—hckk-close! i want you to finish with me? please."

and you actually felt him twitch inside of you, pace slowing a little to really get you to feel every last inch, breath fanning over your face getting faster.

you let out another drawn out moan. "mhmmm, keep going i'm about to—"

"come on...give it to me, give me another..." he muttered, hand moving to press your leg up and into your chest, stretch making him feel even deeper, low warmth pooling in your stomach with a quiet simmer that got warmer and warmer until you felt that dip.

"ohmygod, d-don't stooooooop," you slurred and he didn't, wringing you out dry with each press of his hips, fingers dimpling in the thick flesh of your thigh as he all but speared you onto him, couple more strokes being all he needed before he finally spilled up into you—head dipping down to sink his teeth into the side of your neck to hide the quiet whimper that snuck its way out of his lips, tongue laving over the skin to soothe it.

he stayed like that for a while, draped over you like a heavy knitted blanket, breathing slowing down to match your own, heartbeats now in sync—your hand moving over his back to play with the short strands that had grown out on the nape of his neck.

"you want me to get milk cake next year?" you mumbled, feeling him move into your touch with each stroke of your hand over his scalp.

"...please."

a/n: alexa play happy birthday by busy signal

[cyxnidx]

ALC PENCHANTS .ᐟ

WHAT'S THE GIG?... jjk characters' liquor preferences [if any].

featuring... all of the jjk characters i write for [gojo, suguru, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, hiromi]!

WHAT'S THE MOVE?... idk what genre this is. mentions of alcohol [casual/social drinking]. mentions of hangovers. general results / consequences of drinking. casual mention of weed.

luvrs note: spent about three minutes cackling at steve harvey, sorry. also, this is written with the narrative ambiguity of whether or not you & the characters are dating; consume what you like, toss what you don't. fun fact: tito's vodka branched out into hygiene briefly around 2020.

G. SATORU

as we know, he isn't a drinker. yes, im sticking to canon.

to be completely honest with you, I don't know why he's here, but i had to include everyone

i will say, however, he's probably a very good babysitter

by "very good", I mean he'll take a quick trip to Paris and get you something to make sure you don't throw up as quickly

he's also someone good to have look after you if you're going to a party of sorts & want to be able to let loose without potentially being in danger

i said that in a friend-way, and relationship-way, btw.

no, he will not let you convince him to have a drink because it "tastes like juice"

yes, he will make sure he either sobers you up or takes matters into his own hands if you two need to leave the area or split for whatever reason

my friend offered the idea that gojo might smoke a little while you're drinking, and i'd like to raise that idea: he'd smoke if he's comfortable and knows you can handle yourself

regardless of what he's smoking, btw

i personally don't see gojo as a cig smoker, but an occasional weed smoker [i could also be biased, however]

we also think gojo got exposed to weed 'cause of suguru

G. SUGURU

the demon that introduced satoru to weed

OKOK, but if he isn't drinking, suguru is a very good babysitter

like he'll humor your little babbles, depending on how well you handle yourself he might take a shot with you

if he is drinking, I hope you're prepared to have the epitome of charisma and charm at your side for the rest of the night

he becomes a genuine attention whore the moment some tequila or vodka enters his system

when i say he starts POUTING when women haven't spoken to him or touched him for any longer than ten minutes?!

on another note, he's SO FUN to go out drunk with

roaming around with him, laughing about nothing under street lights with a bottle nearly slipping between your fingers might be heaven idk

+ he locks in when necessary

one minute the two of you are giggling and laughing

the next, he's staring into the soul of someone who keeps trying to talk to you unprovoked

unfortunately he is the friend who may end up going with [or taking] someone home by the time the night is over

he does make sure u have a safe way home though

he will throw a fucking fit if you give him a margarita. he'll drink it, but he's gonna be mad

idk he strikes me as the type who starts with hard shit

bc why do you immediately get to the function and decide your first drink of the night is gonna be kraken?

the fuck is wrong with this guy

N. KENTO

definitely not a heavy drinker

if you did get him to drink, though, he'd be fine with something simple

think red wine, something with a low alcohol content

maybe some Moscato on the weekends LMFAO

his whole thing is getting buzzed or tipsy, not full on drunk

i genuinely think there are few times where you see this man drunk on his ass

if he's ever fully drunk, that probably means some really fucked up shit happened

in the event you asked him to babysit you while you drank or while you're out, he magically becomes a bodyguard. I don't make the rules

he does NOT play that "stranger coming up to say hi" shit

you probably have to tell him repeatedly that it's okay

fortunately, you don't have to deal with weird people with malicious intent

the moment you tell him whatever you're drinking tastes like juice or water, he knows he's probably in for a long ride.

god, is he an angel dealing with hangovers??

you can probably hardly tell when he's dealing with a hangover because he's so functional

meanwhile you're probably still hearing echoes of the night before, however it might've went

F. TOJI

he believes in the "pickled eggs sobers you up quicker" thing

even if you try to argue with science that's been proven time and time again, this man gives no shits and keeps pickled eggs in his place

ironically, though, he isn't a frequent drinker. i dont think so, anyway.

however, when he does drink, his goal is to get fucked up.

he definitely loves a smooth whiskey / sake or something like jack daniels

he'll be mad as fuck if you give him Tito's, sorry

does NOT like to drink socially. not because of personal preference, but he usually ends up broke every time

in his words, he'd rather get fucked up alone and still have around the same amount of money than be bankrupt

if you ever ask him to babysit you while you're drunk, he honestly might end up drinking too, just not as much since he's still responsible for you

toji has a personal vendetta against hangovers, which is funny to me idk

imagine this man waking up after blacking out and being mad that the pickled eggs didn't do jack squat but maybe give him stomach problems

you probably have to tell him that the egg thing is for recovering from hangovers

he'll still be pissed at the eggs

S. RYOMEN

he likes to indulge in rich shit

not even price-y "rich shit" [even tho it's kinda inevitable if you want rich-tasting liquor] but he looks for warmer, smoother drinks

lowkey a wine connoisseur but he wont admit it

think merlot, maybe garnacha

personally i think his fav would be pinot noir, bite me

something satisfying to the taste, gets you a good amount whoozy

loves going wine tasting idc

i genuinely think he'd have a personal vendetta against beer dude

like, thinking of him drinking beer and being absolutely disgusted is so tickling

might be what inspired his wine tasting honestly. he needed something that actually fulfilled his "eternal taste buds"

to be completely honest, he might complain about you getting full-on drunk but still care for you regardless

i personally think he likes a good buzz, not full-on drunkness

and uhhhh yeah, that's all i got for him

K. CHOSO

probably doesn't like to drink much

dunno he doesn't seem like the type to favor the burn

he probably does find it fun how a shot of hennessy warms the body in a cold environment though. weird shit like that

i think he'd rather just watch after you and make sure he helps you until you're home and safe [assuming u weren't before]

if the two of you are in a more controlled environment [read: HOME] then he might be able to be convinced to take a few shots

that chugging shit???? no. he will IMMEDIATELY throw up

did i mention i feel like he's really prone to throwing up? genuinely don't think his stomach is built for that shit

hangovers for him are always the worst cus I feel like his migraines are always right behind his eyes, y'know?

H. HIROMI

also probably doesn't like drinking, however, that's not to completely denounce the possibility that he DOES

he was previously a salaryman with some SERIOUS career burnout. you can't tell me this man didn't at least throw back some shots

but again, he probably isn't too keen on the burn.

he might not even like being around drinkers tbh

idk for me, hiromi gives very up-kept vibes. or he tries to be

i can see him being a bit of a social drinker. it's the salaryman in him

as far as liquor, i dont think he likes HARD stuff.

nothing like everclear or jack daniels, he strikes me more as casamigos. maybe a lemon drop???

he's definitely the type to drink a margarita 😭

he can, however, be convinced to take a shot of don julio if you have a reasonable chaser