I’m neev, 25, any pronouns ok, and am very enthusiastic about hotties
still new at this, just wanna write stupid scenarios to get them out of my head. will be mostly reader x style, but there may be other stuff too idk. will be building up tags and such as I go, this post will be edited accordingly
toji | nanami | leon | levi | gojo
feel free to send in prompts/scenarios/regular asks, I only bite when asked~
things you will NOT find on this blog: underage characters, noncon, anything involving real people (no celeb fics sorry!)
{ all my dividers are from @cafekitsune }
not everything here will be explicit but please please mdni for things that are marked as such thankyouuuu. I WILL block minors who interact with those posts.
— if you somehow know me, you legally cannot perceive this blog eeek —
geto suguru is crowned best pussy eater and he has a tongue piercing and he has a dragon tattoo and he practices nunchaku shirtless and he listens to fall out boy and he prefers to have sex with the lights off and he's got a thick cock with a little bit of upwards curve and he knows how to slow dance and he enjoys stripping for you and he's actually a slut and he has a happy trail of dark hair creeping up his pelvis and he always offers you a bite of his food and warns that it's spicy and he also likes seeing you wear his big bulky white shirt and he also has a huge praise kink like please just tell him he's doing good and that he makes you feel like no one else and he also loves it when you admire his tattoos or trace them with your fingers and he also loves french kissing so you can feel his tongue piercing and also loves eating you out around the house and he practices martial arts shirtless and he shows off when you watch him because he wants you to look at HIS muscles no other man's muscles but HIS and he gives you bone-breaking hugs when he hasn't seen you in a while and he loves your cheek kisses and deeeeeeep down beneath that brooding boy exterior he's a softie who cries to ghibli movies and he also has had a DORKY ASS CRUSH on you ever since he was sixteen and first trailed along on a mission with you and satoru always teased him abt having a crush on his senior and the biggest fact of geto suguru is that he is so whipped for you and will be at your beck and call without even realizing or registering your command — he'll just say "yes my beauty" and fulfil all yours needs and requests
ok that's the suguru that lives in my daydreams. thought i'd share. what's ur suguru like? lmk 😌👍
GOJO would honestly leave in the middle of a fight with a curse if he receives an “I miss you” text from you, just saying!
He’s getting ready to activate his domain expansion to kill a special grade curse when his phone dings, and when he checks it — already knowing that you’re the one messaging him because he has everyone else on do not disturb — he sees your message.
He instantly stops activating his domain, puts his blindfold back on, and says, “I gotta go, we can pick this back up later,” and leaves right in the middle of battle.
And when he gets yelled at by the elders for not immediately killing the special grade curse, he just looks at them and goes, “I’m sorry, but have you seen my girlfriend? And how gorgeous she is? If she wants me to come over, you better believe that I’ll drop anything and everything to go see her.”
-> cw/tags: 18+mdni, fem!reader, no spoilers, pwp, p in v, unprotected, reader has wrists bound, eating out, dom!Levi, sorta abrupt ending, little bit of aftercare I suppose?
-> length: short, 736 words
-> a/n: uhhh this came out of nowhere. but I’ve been having some writer’s block recently so here’s a drabble thing! I suppose this could be set in the ‘universe’ where Levi is pining for you, but you definitely don’t need to have read those for this
When Levi finally gets his hands on you, he hesitates rather uncharacteristically. It makes you wonder if the stoic persona he’s honed over the years is just that: a mask, a façade to hide the deep sorrow that resides within, if the great Captain Levi can indeed feel fear and anxiety about something this intimate.
And while that is somewhat true about humanity’s strongest soldier, you’re actually dead wrong. Levi isn’t worried he’ll say something dumb or scare you off when he’s only just barely gotten you. No, he’s really just torn about whether he should give you the slow, passionate love you deserve, or the desperate, rough fuck that his current maelstrom of emotions are begging him for.
Confident as he is, in the few moments where his face pauses, hovering just above yours, he settles on: why not both?
So first — after politely seeking your permission, of course — he’ll scatter your bare skin with nips and bruises, pin you against the wall and growl downright filthy things into your ear. He’ll slowly lose his tight composure bit by bit with each desperate whimper, each Yes, Levi you moan in response to his orders. Levi will kneel before you — and only ever you, god he’s never wanted to do anything more — and command you to grab onto the bookshelves on either side of your body while he hoists your knees over his shoulders, leaning your back against the wall. He’ll hungrily, desperately press his mouth against your aching, sopping cunt and eat you out with a ferocity that’s almost too much. Calloused fingers will pump in and out of you in steady rhythm with his tongue and teeth on your clit until you sigh his name with your orgasm, the back of your head hitting the wall behind you.
Then, of course, he’ll drag you to his bed and push your head into his pillow with one hand, the other palming the outer side of your thigh, little moaned Fuck’s leaving his mouth interspersed with your name. You’ll whine for him to go harder, relish in how it makes his dick throb as it reaches to the deepest parts inside of you, your wrists straining against the belt he’s tightened them together with. You ache to touch him, to touch yourself where you need it, and Levi takes notice of your hands moving against your lower back.
Desperate, hm? He says, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, Too bad. This — f-fuck, he’ll groan as he reaches two fingers to swirl around your swollen clit, This is only for me to touch. You’ll both find your release soon after: all it takes is to feel you squeezing around him to make Levi come undone, filling you up with his desperate release. His hips, though already inside you to the hilt, will lightly buck even further against you in time with each throb of his orgasm, a moaned sigh leaving his lips.
Now that his initial hunger for you feels sated, Levi will slowly take himself out of you with a hiss — he’s still sensitive, after all — and brush back the rogue hairs that have pressed against his sweat-slicked forehead. He’ll undo the belt binding your wrists, using his thumbs to lightly massage into the reddened skin there, and lean over to press kisses down your spine. He’ll leave a final kiss on your cheekbone before gently rolling you onto your side, settling in behind you, murmuring your name into your ear with a sex-roughened voice.
Levi isn’t worried at all, even if it seems like it from the hesitant way that his arms wrap around you. If anything he’s relieved that you’re not quite ready to be done yet either - he can tell from the way you subtly grind backwards into his still-sensitive length, how he can feel more of your wetness spill out from between your legs mingled with what he left inside of you. It makes him throb, makes him twitch just a little bit.
Levi sighs shakily into your ear. You’ve seen one side of him now - it’s only fair to show you how much he’s wanted you all this time, to whisper how much he’s longed for you in your ear while he slowly, lovingly presses himself inside of you. He’ll get there, he swears.
He’s not hesitating - he just needs a few minutes.
thinking about emo boy!choso who you see working in hot topic and you think he’s really cute. so you keep going back to see him. But he’s also real quiet so you keep striking up conversations with him until you see those perfect lips curl in a smile.
and then you fuck him in the back of hot topic on his break, trying not to scream while he’s got you pressed against storage racks with his ten inch dick in you.
a small collection of events where the people around nanami wonder if he's been abducted by aliens where they switched his brain after seeing how different he is with you (but they love it and keep hoping to see more)
fluff, nanami being the best boyfriend, fluff
literally just typed this all in one go and did not edit. lol enjoy!
nanami is the 'i'm not reading all that, im happy for you or im sorry that happened' person to gojo. but you send one long long message to nanami and gojo glaces to nanami's phone and just sees his whole screen covered in one long blue bubble. he asks if you're ok or if he needs to step away to call you but all nanami says is no and starts reading the message. gojo sees nanami read a bit, then types a small reply, presses enter for the next line, reads some more, then another small reply, and repeat. is he replying to every single sentence in your message?!
gojo gets curious so he leans a bit closer to actually see the message. it was not an emergency... but your review and interpretation of the 2009 movie Mother?!
gojo leans back shocked. nanami would never reply to such long messages he'd send. if the message was longer than 4 lines, then nanami might never even reply to it. but he's carefully reading your message as if it was the latest report that would be the difference between life and death in the next fight. he's replying to every single point you're making and are those emojis?!
gojo is floored, truly baffled and entirely speechless.
gojo wonders, what movie can i watch that might interest nanami and get him to reply to me in a message longer than a sentence?
———
gojo and itadori walk out of the school with nanami. it's time for nanami to clock out but gojo and itadori are heading out to try a new restaurant that evening. nanami gets a call at 6:01pm while he's still walking with them and stays back a few steps to answer your call. nosy gojo perks up his ear to listen if nanami's voice changes when he answers your call. it's not too different but gojo swears it did change a bit as if there was a little smile on his face. there was.
you ask nanami if he'd like to join you for dinner at a restaurant after work and nanami just asks for the address and says he's on his way. he excuses himself from the guys and gojo wiggles his eyebrows as nanami says he's got somewhere to be. yuji continues to talk about the last movie he saw that he loved but megumi kept rolling his eyes at.
gojo and yuji get to the restaurant after their leisurely walk and see nanami - wait! nanami setting the table?! they're both shocked bc even though their steps were unhurried, it's not like they took a long time to get to the place. you walk into the restaurant and spot nanami wiping what would be your side of the table with his hand, wiping anything that might have been missed by the cleaning cloth.
"kento!" you smile and jog to the table. he looks up and smiles when he sees you, but the smile drops when he spots the open mouthed gojo and yuji you just passed by. you stop walking and turn to see who or what he's looking at.
gojo snaps out of it and goes to introduce himself to you before leading the group of three to the table that nanami is now standing next to. he had heard about you because he pestered nanami enough to tell him about your existence and your name, and that's really all gojo knew. he asks nanami how he got to the restaurant so quick and nanami blandly replies that you work nearby and he wanted to get there first aka he lightly jogged but gojo didn't need to know that.
nanami was kind of expecting it but it still surprised him a bit when you extend a courteous invitation to gojo and yuji if they'd like to join you both for dinner. what was not a surprise was that gojo immediately sat down. yuji hesitates a bit but you tell the young man to sit and assure it's ok. nanami sighs but decides to just roll with it and goes to slide out your chair so you can sit. gojo and yuji give a quiet 'ooooohh' to the action and nanami just shushes them and sits next to you.
nanami is stiff at first and you notice so you slide your hand to hold his under the table. gojo notices the action though and feels like giggling and kicking his feet for his friend. it still takes a while for nanami to relax a bit but he eventually slumps a bit in his seat and smiles a lot easier after a few drinks w you. gojo and yuji stick to their sodas and nanami is happy to order wine for you both.
gojo and yuji make easy conversation and everyone genuinely has a nice dinner. nanami is ready to say bye to the guys as you finish a conversation with yuji about a show. gojo and yuji excitedly watch you both walk away as nanami keeps a hand on your lower back to lead you down the street then moves to hold your hand. they start giggling out loud, a little too loud, when you step even closer to hold his arm with your other hand and lean your head on his shoulder as you walk back home.
———
yuji excitedly goes to nanami to ask if he can join you guys after work. nanami is confused but yuji tells him to check his phone. you had asked if he wanted to visit an ice cream parlor and bakery with you and that you had asked yuji for the name since he brought up the place at dinner.
“we were talking about the show hannibal and she recommended a movie if i liked that show so i did the same and recommended something. she said she'd let me know what she thought the next time she saw me but i didn't know when that'd be and i think she read my mind so we exchanged emails,” yuji rambles nonchalantly about exchanging information with his girlfriend.
"nanamin, i thought you didn't like sweets?" nanami confirms that he does not care for them but you like them and he always finds another bread or alternative to eat as you eat your sugar-filled dessert.
yuji gives a thumbs up and that the man has his respect. nanami tries to ignore the comment… but the compliment feels nice. what didn’t feel so nice was two other kids attaching themselves to yuji and nanami for the ice cream.
he gets in the car and looks back at nobara, yuji, and megumi through the rearview mirror and hopes you don’t mind these kids attaching themselves like leeches on your date. and you don’t mind, it was nice to finally meet some of the people he’s talk so much about and you liked hearing new stories about him.
you’re getting a couple samples and pass them to nanami once you’ve tasted a bit. he wouldn’t get a full ice cream for himself but he could do samples... and indirect kisses. you read his mind (bc you were thinking the same) and try to flirt and raise your eyebrows at nanami seductively but shy away and start to laugh instead. nanami know what you were trying to do yet again and he finds it endearing every time you do it. he pulls you in from your waist and leans down to kiss your bare shoulder thinking the kids are too busy looking for their own desserts to notice. they were not busy, they were looking and saw it all.
the kids are shocked, nobara is taking notes bc she wants that romantic gesture, yuji wants to cheer him on, and megumi's eyes widen but he wonders just how long nanami's been hiding this side of himiself. all in all, all three kids want to see this side more and start planning ways to go out with you both again.
———
nobara and maki go shopping for some spring clothes and as nobara is talking about a store she saw while maki got an iced coffee she stops in her tracks. nanami is inside the store they were about to pass and he's standing as still as a statue... holding a couple shopping bags in one hand and a purse on his shoulder. maki follows nobara's gaze and chuckles but prepares to walk away. nobara grabs her arm and pulls her into the store but hides behind a rack to keep watching nanami.
you come out of the dressing room in the perfect little black dress and nobara and maki can't help but stare in appreciation and awe. they were impressed by how you looked but even more impressed when nanami took out his phone and took a picture. even from afar, they could tell it was a damn good picture and that that man knew your angles.
———
gojo wants to go to a club. he knows nanami will say no straight up so he starts the conversation with, "hey you know what y/n might like?" gojo tries to sell the club the best he can but nanami just says ok and walks away.
gojo texts nanami later that night to ask (plead) him if he'd want to go and all nanami says is that you both will meet him there. gojo hums as he gets ready and arrives to the club. he sees you and nanami walk into the dark and loud room but immediately notices nanami's black button-up that has the top few buttons opened and no tie, and your little black dress. it's shorter (and honestly sexier) than what gojo imagined you'd wear in an outing with nanami but he has to admit that his pair of friends were a damn wonder to look at. he discreetly takes a photo of you two and sends it to nanami. it becomes nanami's favorite photo.
gojo compliments both of you and you thank him saying you had told nanami he'd look great with that simple button-up and gojo agrees. nanami blushes a bit at your compliment. gojo asks about your dress and you laugh recalling when you were getting ready. you had asked nanami if you could wear the dress since you weren't sure if it was too short and he just nodded and basically said 'dress slutty, i can fight' (not in those exact words but that's how you registered it and you fell even more in love with the man). nanami really did not care about what you wore, he would definitely voice if something was not appropriate but he has not said anything about any of your clothes since you've met. gojo couldn't even laugh at nanami's response to your question, he was impressed and turns to nanami to give a thumbs up (and writes that down to use later).
———
all the students sit with nanami and gojo in the cafeteria. they're sitting around waiting for their meal after their mission when nanami remembers that he promised to call you after he was done. he had accidentally let it slip that the mission seemed dangerous and you asked if he could spare a moment after the mission to call or text you to make sure he was fine.
he excuses himself and gojo faintly hears your voice before his friend fully walks out of the cafeteria for his call. immediately after nanami leaves, the students huddle closer to the table and start talking about you. gojo is kind of shocked by the student's reactions but they all look at him and in their own way talk about how much they like you for nanami. a cold and serious man has the embodiment of bubblegum on his arm and they loved it. gojo joins his giggling students and nanami waits a moment outside the cafeteria door to listen to his team rave about you before walking back in with a light blush on his cheeks.
you throw a party at your home and once everyone leaves, your bodyguard nanami kento dances with you in the middle of balloons, empty champagne flutes, bottles of liquor, and glitter.
his pink tie (a small lipstick kiss elegantly placed on it, one you designed to match your dress) is primly wrapped around his neck. there’s a few strands of blond hair on his forehead, but the rest is in place. his hands are warm, hesitant to touch your back even though you welcome his every action.
“did you see how all the women stared at you?” you ask, eyes trained on the one of a kind tie.
“no,” he responds, monotone. “my eyes were on you all night.”
and of course, that’s no lie — he watched as you talked to others, watched as you gave a toast, watched as men shamelessly flirted with you and shallowly complimented your home.
subconsciously or not, you consume his being.
you smile lightly, quickly, look up at him.
“we should go to breakfast tomorrow, cancel every other plan.”
at times, you seem to blur the line between you and nanami kento. seem to forget he’s your bodyguard, even though he dances with you after every party you throw and wears the ties you gift him.
not that he minds. how could he?
“wherever you go, i’ll follow.”
always, nanami kento imagines what it would be like to be yours — and what it would be like for you to be his.
choso, who doesn't understand why he feels so weird around you until yuji explains he might like you. like, like like you—his words
choso, who gets all tense and quiet (even more so than normal) when you're around, and avoids your gaze with a flutter in his chest every time you look his way
choso, who doesn't understand why his face gets so hot when you near him, leaning in a bit to understand better what he said. he always clears his throat with a quick "Never mind" before ditching
choso, who bunches his shoulders up to appear a bit smaller around you because he's so tall and big and doesn't wanna intimidate you
choso, who starts wearing his hair down more because you complimented it once with that pretty smile of yours
choso, who finds out from yuji what you like so he can get it for you as a surprise
choso, who starts letting you drag him through town so you can shop, and sits patiently while you try clothes on, sometimes showing off an outfit that you really like and getting his opinion on it (he thinks you look amazing in anything)
choso, who finds himself enjoying your presence late at night when neither of you can sleep, hanging out outside or anywhere cozy and talking. sometimes, when you end up falling asleep, he'll guide your head onto his arm or chest and hold you for a while<3
choso, who realizes the reason he can't sleep in the first place is because he wants you by his side
choso, who asks yuji to help him confess but ends up leaving with advice not only from his brother but from kugisaki and gojo as well. he thinks he'll just go with his instincts after all
choso, who brings you flowers and snacks you like one night with a soft flush on his face under the same excuse that he can't sleep, saying the flowers were just a last minute thing because they reminded him of you, "they're nothing special", even though you know something's up from the way he's avoiding your gaze and hunching his shoulders up to his ears to hide the redness on them
choso, who ends up ditching his whole speech on the reasons he likes you and ends up kissing you on pure impulse the moment there's a lull in the conversation, one which leaves him fighting off his anxious thoughts—which he lost to, by the way
choso, who hides his red face behind his scarf because why the hell did he kiss you like that?
choso, who stares at you with wide eyes as you gently slide his scarf down, that same pretty smile on your face as you press a lingering kiss to his lips, a sweet and gentle touch that makes his breath stutter and his stomach do flips
choso, who decides he never wants to leave your side, nor for you to leave his arms the moment he first hugs you, your chest resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as you yawn softly
choso, who falls asleep that night with a smile on his face and you nestled cozily in his embrace, certain that he's never been more happy in his entire life
How the jjk men are when you warm their cock with your pretty pussy.
Nsfw. MDNI. Fem!reader.
Gojo
This man is a tease, through and through. He'll sit you nice on his lap, long fingers settling on your thighs as he gives you a a smirk. Or if he's got you facing away, he'll rest his chin on your shoulder. "Ya feel that baby?" And then he'd thrust up inside you, but would still your hips before you could move. "Nuhuh, that's not how the rules go, you can't move!" He'd chuckle and continue to tease you throughout the whole process. But don't worry, he's teasing himself too. He'll fuck you eventually.
Getou
He loves it. And likes making a little game out of it. Seeing who will cave first and beg the other to just fuck already. But he doesn't play fair. Teasing you in all sorts of places. Pinching your nipples, sucking your neck, whispering in your ear, "you feel so fucking good around my cock." His finger teasing at your clit. The only thing he wouldn't do is thrust up inside you. Then you'd lose too easy, and it's not fun that way. Even though you lose every time.
Nanami
I can see him doing this both for fun and for relaxation. Or when you're too needy and he's busy, he'll set your pretty little ass on his lap. Bury himself inside you and let you rock your hips a little. He'd let you get off that way, just don't disrupt his work. Sometimes when he's stressed he'll ask his girl to just, "I need your pussy, it calms me down." And of course you don't deny him. Sliding yourself easily down his length, kissing his neck. Anything to help your stressed out lover.
Chosou
One word; needy (bet you didn't see that coming.) Are we surprised? Once he found out what it was and how it could be a fun experience for both of you, he asked to try it. But you knew how sensitive he was, so he always lasted roughly twenty minutes before begging you to move. Or to please let him cum inside you. "You're too warm, hot, feels too good..need it." He'd whine and beg, sometimes tears would form in his eyes. And you couldn't deny him, you'd end up riding him until he shot his sticky cum inside you. Wiping the tears from his cheeks as you gave him kisses, "Maybe next time, love." You'd say.
Toji
Mean. Is all I can say, this man would be down right evil about it. But you don't mind, you wouldn't be with him if you did. He'd always make sure you could see yourself. Whether in front of a mirror or holding up his phone. He'd make you watch yourself squirm on his lap, his big dick deep inside you. But you couldn't do anything but use your fleshy walls to warm him. "Pretty little thing, ya wanna move so bad, don't ya? Too bad. Gotta keep my cock warm f'me."
A/N: Don't ask me how many times I've thought of these scenarios♡♡
❃ JJK MEN | WHEN YOU’RE NERVOUS ABOUT BEING EATEN OUT | NANAMI ❃
-> cw: 18+ mdni!, fem!reader, eating out (duh), porn with plot ig, shower shenanigans
-> length: short, 607 words
-> a/n: this was literally supposed to be short little bullets about all the jjk daddies but I’m not normal about nanami so it’s gonna be a series instead ig (neev write something short challenge: impossible)
You’re still very much figuring out exactly what you two are. You’ve slept over at each other’s places a few times before, and he’s always been quite the gentleman (at least, until your clothes come off and you ask him not to be so nice anymore).
It’s a Friday night, you’re at his place after the two of you decided to get drinks after work. Nanami spent much of the time with an arm wrapped around your waist, and the way his muscled arm (sleeves pushed up to his elbows, of course) gently yet firmly held you close to him ignited something inside of you.
So you two were practically clawing at one another the second you got in the door, and after so kindly riling you up to the point of begging for him to go inside you, Nanami tells you that he wants to taste you on his tongue.
You’re not normally hesitant about this, but that bar you went to was really crowded and you got a bit sweaty. Again, not normally an issue - Nanami seems like the type to really like when you’re all undone. But it gives you pause, makes you worry that maybe you don’t necessarily smell great right now, and this whole thing is still new enough that you’re hyper-aware of anything that might make either party disinterested.
Nanami picks up on this, of course, putting two and two together, and presses kisses to your inner thighs, making you swallow with anticipation. “You know,” he looks up at you from between your thighs and it makes you twitch, “If you’d like, I’d love to take a shower with you.” He rests his cheek against your thigh, still looking up at you with blown pupils, the warmth of his breath tickling the raised skin of your aching hole. While he waits for your response the pads of his fingers tease where you’re already dripping with your slick, making you shiver.
You feel silly for even worrying now that your back is pressed against the shower wall (it’s not cold - Nanami ran the warm water over it first) and Nanami’s mouth is making your legs shake. He hadn’t even waited for you to clean anything down there - all it took was getting the two of you soaked from the shower head and gently rubbing circles of soap on your body before he pounced on you.
His tongue draws circles around your clit and you dig your nails into his ridiculously muscled shoulders with each oncoming wave of pleasure. Nanami buries himself in you, going even deeper when your legs start to give out and you slide downwards, grinding onto his face. He’s so starved for you that he can’t even talk, though it’s not like you really can either - it’s just the sound of the rushing water and the two of you moaning in tandem.
He doesn’t pull away until he’s made you orgasm twice. When you finally see his face again, he’s smiling smugly, and gently holds you up. You think he’s going to ask you to return the favor but he grabs the small shower head hanging from the wall and flicks it on, playing around with the different settings. He pulls your back flush against him, pressing you into his front, and moves the pulsing water onto your already-throbbing pussy.
You cry out at the contact, and a shaky laugh sounds in your ear. Nanami’s aching cock slowly rocks into you from behind, long enough that the leaking tip presses against your folds. He murmurs, his voice somehow even deeper than normal.
“You like this one? That’s good. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
Levi fucks you for the first time and he admits he loves you as soon as he slips himself inside you. He fucks you slowly because he doesn’t want to hurt you, and he wants you to remember how intimate and careful he was with you. He asks if what he’s doing feels good and he whispers in your ear that his cock belongs to you. He kisses you deeply the whole time except for when he whispers how much he loves you and loves feeling you. When he speeds up his pace and hears his skin slapping against your ass he moans your name and tells you that you’re going to make him cum. He asks if you want his cum inside you, and if you do he wants to hear you tell him that you love him first. When you admit your love, he immediately fills you with his cum with a final “I love you.”
summary: you get hit on by the cute barista at your favorite cafe and gojo simultaneously thinks it's awful but funny.
genre: fluff!! friends to lovers, in my head this is a college au
notes: this happened to me irl (aware), gn!reader
wc: ~1.9k
"hey, I was wondering if I could get your linkedin?"
you look up from your laptop, meeting the gaze of the cute barista that always takes your order. you can see shoko stifling a laugh from the corner of your eye, and you can't help the way your eyebrows furrow at the question.
"what?"
"i'm sorry, that was weird," the barista, sato, immediately says. "can i actually get your instagram instead?"
"sure," you respond, a giggle escaping your lips at his words. "i don't have a linkedin so instagram would be better."
shoko watches silently, lips clamped together as her eyes shine with amusement. you feel a slight giddiness as you type your username into his phone, and he sends you a follow request before giving you a cute smile.
"i'll text you later," he says softly, sending you a small wave before heading back behind the counter. you can feel shoko's eyes on you, and you keep your gaze down, refusing to meet her eyes.
"linkedin?" she whispers when she finally gets your attention. you give her a flat look, and she brings her hand up to her lips to smother her laughter. "really?"
"it was endearing!" you hiss in response, scoffing to cover up your own giggle. "he's sweet!"
"he's funny, i'll give him that," shoko retorts, taking a sip of her drink.
"he's cute!"
"i thought you were into gojo."
"i am," you say, giving shoko a tired look. "but he doesn't like me. and besides, is it so bad to have an interest in someone who isn't unattainable?"
"i wouldn't say he's unattainable," she mumbles, chuckling at your confused look.
"hey!"
you look away from shoko when you hear gojo's voice, and you give him a wide smile in greeting as he slides into the seat next to you. shoko mutters a distracted greeting in return, her eyes still focused on you. it's silent for a minute as you stare back at her evenly, and gojo looks back and forth between the two of you before narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"what's going on? he asks, silence ensuing before shoko speaks.
"oh, something," she says mysteriously, waving gojo off as you give her an exasperated look.
"what something?" gojo asks, whining when his question goes ignored.
"that something is nothing," you say casually, pulling your headphones out of your bag. you slide them over your ears, just barely blocking out gojo as he tries to ask you about something before turning to bug shoko instead. you can see them conversing out of the corner of your eye, and you pretend to focus on your homework when you notice them side-eye you.
the rest of your homework gets done without any more interruptions, and shoko remains quiet until you finally pull your headphones down around your neck and begin to stretch. you quickly hush her as she starts to ask a question, and she simply rolls her eyes before muttering something under her breath.
"are you heading home?" gojo asks, sunglasses perched on his head as he rubs his eyes. you nod once, raising an eyebrow when he jumps out of his seat and shoves all of his things in to his backpack. "cool. i'll walk you."
"o...kay," you say slowly, giving him a confused look. he gives you a grin in return, pushing your chair in when you stand up before casually slinging an arm around your shoulders. you say a quiet goodbye to shoko, your sudden nervousness causing you to miss the knowing look she sends towards gojo as he leads you past the counter and out the door.
you don't miss the smug look he sends sato as he opens the door for the both of you.
it's abnormally quiet as you and gojo walk down the street, his arm still wrapped snuggly around you.
you can't help the way your gaze keeps drifting to the hand hanging off of your shoulder, and you miss the way gojo smiles at your confusion, merely pulling you in closer to his side as he walks towards your place. it wasn't out of the norm for gojo to be touchy, but it was usually directed towards geto, who was currently nowhere to be found.
you open your mouth to speak, hesitating slightly as gojo watches with an amused look on his face. his lips twitch when you nod to yourself before finally turning to face him.
"so—"
"so what was that?" gojo interrupts, his lips breaking out into a smile when you give him an irritated look. it's a fleeting, quickly being replaced by slight confusion before your eyes brighten up in faint understanding.
"what?" you ask anyways, waiting for a concrete answer from gojo. he rolls his eyes teasingly, leaning down to poke your cheek with his free hand. you feel your cheeks heat up at the action, and you simply hope that gojo doesn't notice the mildly flustered look on your face.
"the thing shoko was talking about?" gojo elaborates. "y'know, that something?"
you laugh lightly, finally giving in to gojo's curiosity as you come to a stop on the street corner.
"it really isn't that big of a deal," you say, waving a hand. "you know how shoko can be. it's just that something kind of silly happened today. y'know that cute barista?"
"cute barista?" gojo asks, his eyes flashing with an emotion you can't quite discern. you nod in response, and gojo merely hums before looking away.
"mmhmm," you confirm. "the one with the glasses."
"really?" gojo asks in surprise, his nose scrunching up in distaste. "him?"
"yes, him. he flirted with me today," you continue, pausing slightly as the streetlight changes. "it was kind of funny."
"oh? was it?" gojo asks, fixing his sunglasses in an attempt to appear unbothered. "how so?"
"he uh, he asked for my linkedin," you say with a smile. gojo can't stop the laugh that escapes his lips at your words, and you try to fight back your own laughter as he looks at you over his sunglasses in disbelief.
"linkedin?" he asks loudly. you swat at his chest as you shush him, and you smile fondly as you feel his chest rumbling with laughter. you roll your eyes when he keeps laughing, and he wipes a fake tear away from his eye before calming down. "ah, that's a good one."
"shut up!" you scold, looking down at your feet as you try to hide a smile. "he apologized and asked for my instagram afterwards. he seemed kinda nervous. i dunno, i think it was cute."
"didn't know you were into the shy, quiet types," gojo comments softly, coming to a stop when he sees the pensive look on your face.
"i'm not, but he's cute and it's kind of nice to be flirted with," you reply softly, bringing your phone out when it dings. you bite back a smile as you open instagram, swiping to your dms to see an unread message from sato.
"then?" gojo prompts, trying to turn your attention from your phone to his. "what's your type?"
"it's uh," you begin to say, your previously suppressed smile breaking out on your lips as your fingers fly across your phone's keyboard. gojo tries to wait for your response patiently, he really does, but he can't stop himself from plucking the device out of your hands and pulling away from you.
"hey!" you yell, following after gojo in an attempt to retrieve your phone. all your efforts go unnoticed, and gojo simply turns to the side, holding you at a distance with one hand as he uses the other to type out a message. "give it back!"
"sure!" gojo says, giggling weaving in between his words as he speaks. "as soon as i finish this and you tell me your type."
"i don't see why that's important," you grumble, glaring at gojo as he finishes typing and locks your phone.
"just answer the question!" he huffs, eyes turning back to your phone when it dings once again. your eyes widen as one notification turns into five, and you watch as gojo's eyes widen in amusement before he pockets your phone. you cross your arms as gojo turns his full attention to you, eyes half-hidden behind his shades but still glinting with excitement as he waves his hand for you to continue.
you remain quiet for a moment, trying to figure out why gojo was being even more of a pain than usual. he taps his foot impatiently as he waits for your response, crossing his arms in a clear imitation of you as he leans in.
"well?" he asks, shaking his head when a stray piece of hair falls into his eye.
your eyes light up in realization when you think about the way gojo incessantly bugged shoko, poking her with his pen again and again until she had given in and started answering his questions. you remember the "sly" looks they sent your way as they spoke in hushed tones, presumably about what had transpired right before gojo walked into the cafe. a smile appears on your face when you remember the look gojo had sent in sato's direction as you walked out of the cafe, and you take a deep breath before deciding to take a leap of faith when you recall the words shoko had spoken before she had been interrupted by the very person standing in front of you.
"i wouldn't say he's unattainable."
"well," you finally say, snickering when you see gojo watching you with rapt attention. you uncross your arms to bring a hand up to your chin, pretending to think over your words. "i think my type tends to be tall, pretty, and exceptionally annoying."
"huh?" gojo asks, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. you see a brief look of understanding flit across his face, and you immediately keep speaking before he can continue.
"intelligent too," you add, humming to yourself as he grins. "oh! and they need to have the annoying habit of wearing a stupid pair of sunglasses everywhere."
"you think i'm pretty?" gojo asks, reaching out to grab your forearms. he pulls you into him gently, giving you plenty of time to pull away. his smile only grows when you begrudgingly give into his antics, rolling your eyes at him as he loops your arms around his neck. his hands settle on your waist as he tilts his head, waiting for a response.
"i guess," you mumble, tugging at the short hairs at the nape of his neck when he pouts. "you're annoying."
"but you like that, apparently," gojo shoots back, his smile still present. you can't help but laugh at his words, your own smile lingering when he leans down to whisper into your ear.
"so, can i get your linkedin?"
bonus— gojo's convo w/ sato on your phone:
sato: hey! i just wanted to say that i think you're really cute and that i was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee sometime?
you: i'm sorry, you seem really sweet but i have a boyfriend. you know, that super tall, super handsome guy who was sitting next to me?
sato: i'm really sorry!
sato: i didn't know, i promise
sato: i wish you the best of luck with your boyfriend :)
sato: the two of you look really cute together
sato: can i get your friend's instagram?
୨♡୧ ꒰ notes: i was really hesitant posting this because it isn’t very good and i haven’t written any smut in a while so i hope my skills haven’t rusted! reblogs w/ text are appreciated!
TOJI FUSHIGURO:
your boyfriend toji forgets to be gentle with you sometimes. every single fiber of his body wants to fuck you dumb, pull your hair, finger and breed your pretty pussy to his hearts content— and usually, most of the time, he suppresses the erotic urges but on slow, boring days like these, he has to get his energy out some way, right?
so naturally, on a monday like this, he’s happily fucking you, course fingers spreading your flimsy legs and sliding in his fat girth into you, roughly rocking his hips back and forth and breeding the living hell out of your sensitive pussy. toji’s slamming your face down, your vocal screams of pleasure muffled under the pillow, hands tied, womb churning and twisting with burning excitement.
“don’t move,” toji grins, his hands placed tight, secure against the sticky, inner part of your thighs before putting his body pressure on you, his muscular chest heaving up and down and his breathing hot against your overstimulated body. “i’m coming inside tonight.”
NANAMI KENTO:
despite his careful, cold character he’s meticulously crafted for his students to see, he’s completely different with you. kento is always eating you out like a dog, tongue messily slathering all over your wet pussy, slurping and inhaling up any liquid that comes out of you like it’s his last meal.
he’s cautious, careful to be quiet and suppress his moans (yes, this man will moan for you) when the two of you have sex in broad daylight. whether it’s you riding him or nanami fucking you— he’s extra careful to not run into his oblivious students, and of course, he succeeds. after you’ve received your daily load of nanami, the two of you silently sneaking away from the crime scene, he’ll have to look his innocent students in the eye and tell a white lie on where he’s been. just taking care of some curses, that’s it…
GOJO SATORU:
he’s risky with his love. maybe it’s the adrenaline or the rush of sadistic excitement satoru gets, but he loves it when he gets to see you underneath his desk, pretty mouth full of his cock, drooling, gagging and eyes rolling back from overstimulation— to think he’s the one who made you like this…he almost feels proud.
when the higher-ups are in his room, droning on and on about topics he couldn’t care less about— you’re there, slutty mouth milking and sucking him dry with a teary eyed expression, knees bent and red from the scratchy floor. the sorcerer is smugly grinning down at you, smacking your head like you’re a ragdoll and silently mouthing a string of offensive words that he knows would get him killed. fortunately for him, you’re stuck in a sticky situation.
summary: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage?
contents: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, brat taming, possessive sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, pet names, praise, dom nanami, jealousy, ino has the hots for you, unprotected sex, kinda deg, slight dumbification, um i think that's it clearly i am so desperate for nanami and i haven't even watched the new episode — 2.3k
under the table, you slide your palm up kento’s thigh as he speaks.
he's explaining something about sorcerer politics that you’re not really interested in hearing about, not when there’s an ache between your thighs that he refused to take care of before you left, and his sleeves are rolled up in the way he knows drives you crazy.
across from the two of you, ino sits, attentively listening to your husband as, every few seconds, his eyes subtly slide over to you, the pink flush on his cheeks returning each time he glances at the soft smile that rests on your glossy lips.
ino’s crush on you is no secret. he is, really, quite obvious about how much he wants your attention.
of course, he knows about you and kento, has known since he first set eyes on you at a sorcerers’ meeting and asked you, slyly, if you were single.
kento had come up behind you not a moment later, smiling with a golden band on his ring finger, asking ino if he forgot to introduce his wife.
and though the younger sorcerer respects nanami, perhaps more than anyone, it does little to quell the attraction he has for his wife… especially since you are so insistent on teasing the poor kid at every chance you get.
you can’t help it, really, when it riles kento up so easily. the way he vibrates under his skin with anger, irritated that another person could ever think of his wife in any manner that is less than respectable.
kento sets your hand gently back down on your lap, jaw clenching as his fingers twist around your wrist tightly. though he hides his irritation well, you can tell from the sharp glint in his eye, the tension in his shoulders, that it is getting the best of him.
your husband may be sweet, a lover that never acts rashly out of anger, but he has a possessive streak he’s never been very good at taming.
as kento stiffens, you smile sweetly at ino, who exhales heavily, shifting all of his attention on your husband. though, you are staring him down, listening attentively to every word that he says.
while ino speaks, you slide your hand back over kento’s thigh, vying for his attention. he clears his throat, a warning, as he grips your wrist once more and pushes you away.
it won’t be much longer before he snaps. kento's sitting straighter, back taut as he focuses his gaze sharply on the younger man across from him. whatever the two of them are speaking about is dull, repetitive talk about work that you are bored of.
“so, ino,” you finally ask, the lull in the conversation that you've been waiting for. you speak up before kento can ask any more questions about the sorcerer’s progress. “any pretty sorcerers caught your eye?” you lean froward with a small grin, your breasts fully on display as you set your chin in your palm. “surely someone as charming as you already has a girlfriend."
ino turns red then, a flush spreading from every corner as he tries, so hard, not to let his eyes fall. you admire the effort, really, even though kento catches the moment the younger man's gaze drops, the half second he stares at your tits and squirms in his seat.
“n-no,” ino stutters, nervous for the first time in this conversation; he is usually so loud and outspoken, never feeling shy about the words that leave his lips. “can’t seem to find many sorcerers my age.”
you laugh. it’s true that there are few sorcerers from his year, but you know it is the wrong thing to say.
anger radiates off your husband, and with a sense of satisfaction, you trace your fingers back up his thigh before grinning, batting your eyelashes at ino.
“why not go for someone older, then?” you ask, palming a hand over the steadily growing bulge in kento’s pants
ino chokes, and kento grabs your hand roughly, shoving your fist back onto his lap as he steadies all his anger and buries it down.
“excuse me,” kento suddenly interrupts, and his voice is so calm, so smooth, that its almost like nothing is out of the ordinary. he slides out of the booth, running a palm over his slacks, palms sweaty from his annoyance. “i just remembered i’ve got an important phone call to make. could we put a pause on this conversation?” he is so polite as he nods his head, and ino blinks, looks between the two of you, uncertain if he’s done something wrong.
“of course,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “take you time.”
“would you come with me, sweetheart?” kento turns to you then, and he sounds normal, like there’s nothing wrong, but his hands flex at his side, and his eyes are narrowed almost imperceptibly.
kento’s mad, and you know you’re fucked; but you can't help the desire that sits heavily in your stomach, the way you’re already soaking your panties, wanting him inside you.
“sure, ken.” you nod, smiling at him. “sorry, ino, we’ll back right back.”
you stand next to your husband, who places a heavy hand on your shoulder, a warning. but you love the feeling of his skin on your own and it does little to stop your teasing; it only makes you want him more.
ino says nothing as kento leads you around the restaurant, takes you to the back of the shop where there are two single-person bathrooms. one is occupied, and the other, empty.
the two of you go inside.
“are you trying to embarrass me?” kento says angrily, shoving you into the bathroom as he locks the door behind him, his eyes hungry at the sight of your flushed cheeks, the way you are already so desperate for him. he pushes you towards the sink, eyes flashing as you reach for him, hastily undoing his tie. “you’re acting like a fucking brat whose husband doesn’t know how fuck her right.”
“maybe you don’t,” you counter, yanking off his tie so you can unbutton his shirt, slide your hands across the expanse of his chest. god, you want him so fucking bad. you’re aching, arousal pooling in your panties as your husband lifts you, shoves you back onto the sink. “you wouldn’t even take care of me before you left—“
“don’t start.” he glares and unzips his slacks to free his half-hard cock, stroking it as you try to get your hands on him. though that attempt is feeble as kento grabs both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. with the other, he hikes your dress up, pushing it along your smooth thighs.
his voice is low and dangerous, deepening as he dances fingertips along your skin. “you’re so fucking desperate for attention that you’ll take it from anyone.” he pins you with his hard gaze, and you’re hot all over, legs shaking with anticipation. “i bet you like that he wants to fuck you so bad, even when you know i can fuck you better.”
your whimper, eyelids fluttering as kento reaches under your dress to pull down your panties.
“prove it, then” you say, and you know you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, annoying him further as you grope at him. you squirm, trying to release your wrists from his hold, but he’s so strong; you’re only left a writhing mess under his touch. “i want you, kento.”
“yeah?” he asks, yanking your panties roughly down your thighs, the pair that has already been soaked through. “if i give you what you want, will you sit there quietly like a good girl, and stop flirting with the kid who wants something he can’t have?”
the tone sends aching need throughout you, and the commanding presence of his voice is almost too much. “i promise,” you say, shaking as you lock your heels around his hips. “please.”
“please,” kento repeats mockingly, eyes hard as he slips a finger inside of you. he slides right in, barely needing to prep you before he fucks you. “you should be embarrassed; you’re this fucking wet just from looking at me." his eyes harden. "so impatient that you can’t even wait until we get home.”
“i’ve been patient all day,” you say, high-pitched, but you’re quickly silenced as kento slides in and out of you, setting a steady pace while his thick fingers squelch inside your aching pussy. “need you to—“
“stop making demands." he releases your wrists to place a hand on your hips, stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. “shouldn’t even be giving you what you want, but i can’t help myself. you’re so pretty, so desperate to have my cock inside you that you can’t even sit still.”
“kento, fuck,” you groan, grabbing his shoulders as he stretches his fingers deeper inside you, past the walls that clamp down on him. in a desperation to keep quiet, you try to kiss him, moan into his mouth so no one else can hear you.
but he grips your hair tightly, pulls you away from his lips as you moan, loudly, into the tight space of the bathroom. “nice try.” his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt. “but i want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, sweetheart. need them to know who’s fucking the brat out of you.”
you try to pull him towards you, shift him closer with your ankles. “kento—”
“louder.”
“kento, fuck, baby, please. i want you so bad, i love you—” you’re almost screaming, desperate to cum as his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, and not enough for you to find complete release.
but you’re squeezing so tightly around his fingers that he must know you’re close, even as he pulls out of you, the juices from your need for him soaking his knuckle.
finally, he smiles at you, softly.
“there’s my good girl,” he says, and it reminds you why you never want anyone else but him, why you need him, desperately, all the time. kento’s cock is already aching, leaking, and he forces it into you without warning, grunting into your neck. “sometimes, you're just so fucking stupid when you want my cock.”
you nod, whimpering out a breathy moan as he thrusts into you, hard and rough, still holding you by the hair so you can’t kiss him, even as much as you want to.
you’re so hot all over, skin burning as he stretches you. “please, let me cum, ken,” you say, and there’s tears in your eyes; you’re so close, but you want to be good for him, want to show him how much you love him.
he hums against your neck, watches you writhe as he forces himself deeper into you, burying his cock in your pussy completely.
you can’t help the sinful noises that leave your throat, echoing down the vents to the kitchen, to the dining room. and maybe everyone in the restaurant can hear your husband fucking you, but you don’t care, not when you’ve waited this long for him to be inside you.
“so pretty,” he says, sharply, and finally, he lets his hands fall from your hair, holds your hips instead, bringing you harder onto his cock.
a tear rolls down your cheek and you bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming, whimpering at the aching pleasure in your entire body.
“you’re mine,” kento says, kissing your sloppily, hungrily as you thread your fingers through his hair. his tip brushes the sensitive spot inside you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stop yourself from cumming. “mine, mine, mine. no one else should ever get to fucking look at you if they can’t tell who you belong to.”
“i don’t want anyone but you,” you say, and you’re almost shouting, saliva all over your mouth as you drool from his harsh kisses. "i'm yours, kento."
you feel him smile against your lips. “that’s my girl,” he says, voice rough as he grips you tightly, nearing his own orgasm. “you wanna cum, pretty? make a mess on my my cock, sweetheart. i’m so close.”
his thrusts grow sloppy, and you grip his shoulders as he fucks deep into you cunt, forcefully, and, finally, you cry out, toes curling as you cum, hard, around him.
kento’s face is flushed, sweat at his hairline as his tips edges against your cervix, almost painfully, before he’s toppling over the edge, biting down hard on your shoulder with a groan. hot ropes spills into your cunt, and you're still writhing, moaning from sensitivity as his warms seed settles deep within you.
he’s so pretty; you kiss him over and over, the loose hair that sticks to his forehead, the flush on his cheeks. “mmm,” you hum, tasting the coffee on his tongue. “love you so much, kento,”
“you say that now,” he says curtly, slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls. “but wait until we get home.”
already, your pussy aches again, and you’re too warm, sweating as kento fixes his hair in the mirror.
you try to slide your panties back on, reach for where they've pooled at your ankles, but kento is faster. he yanks them away, folds them up nicely to tuck into his pocket.
“kento—”
“leave them off,” he says, sniffing as his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. “maybe ino will stop thinking about fucking my wife if he sees my cum running down her thighs.”
you stare at him, blinking, but you don’t have the energy or the willpower to fight anymore. instead, you obey, standing as a mix of kento's cum and your own juices seep onto your inner thigh, creating a sticky mess between your legs.
your husband unlocks the door, and you follow him back into the dining room, where ino is subtly sliding back into the booth, his cheeks red, a bulge obvious in his pants. he glances between the two of you with wide eyes, and darts his gaze back down between your legs, before staring at kento uncomfortably.
“did you get your call sorted out?” he asks, and his voice is higher, squeakier as you sit down with your husband.
kento smirks, satisfied. “it’s been taken care of.”
