JJK MEN AND THEIR KINKS: gojo, geto, toji, nanami, sukuna, and choso
tags: fem!reader, belly bulges, fingering, oral (f! receiving), exhibitionism, mirror sex, body worship, rough sex
a/n: hi hellooo, i wanted to take on most of the jjk men but i can do a part two of the rest if interested !! i hope you all enjoy, like/reblog/comments are greatly appreciated :)
gojo loves fucking in public places. sometimes you both each other desperately. need it right then and there. so, what else can you do except let satoru drag you to the bathroom?
"oh fuck," you moan, clamping a hand over your mouth. the meeting had been going on too long, satoru's fingers had crawled up your inner thigh, pressing against your soppy underwear. gently swirling tiny circles against your clit while he spoke to those around you two.
who were completely oblivious to the pure torture satoru was putting you through.
he was the one who begged to go out tonight, wanting to show you off to his coworkers. the meeting was casual, nothing heavily work related. fellow sorcerers just came out to get a drink, wanting to relax and talk casually about what was going on.
yet, satoru had other ideas.
satoru's cock pumped lazily inside of you, eyes focused on your flushed face. "c'mon, just a little more," he grunted in your ear, watching his shaft disappear, being milked by your gummy walls.
you were up on your tip toes, angled directly in front of him. so, if anyone were to walk in, satoru could pick you up easily, to hide your action. but nothing could truly hide the truth, you two were gone way too long. no touch up took twenty minutes. your arm was wrapped around his neck, one leg clutched in his grasp, long fingers digging into the plushness of your thigh.
"please---" you whimpered, eyes growing heavily lidded when you started to feel your lower stomach grow tighter, pleasure erupting in your gut.
"go on," satoru murmured, kissing your sweaty forehead. "just keep it quiet, this is just for us, yeah?"
as if you could ever deny him.
geto couldn't take his eyes off you when he was bulging in your stomach.
usually, he preferred when you rode him. he had long days with the girls and how could he deny you when you looked so pretty, pleading to bounce on his cock?
but today was different. he wanted to look down at you, to see your face closer. their noses brushed, mouths slotted together to keep their noises down. it was intimate, how slow he thrusted, almost lazily. like he was getting reacquainted with your body, as if you two didn't have sex just the other day.
he gripped your hips, carefully lifting them up, to slide deeper. a smart ass comment was about to slip from his lips at your pathetic noise, but he choked on it. no air was circulating in his lungs, each last bit knocked clean when he saw it.
he saw his tip poking between your hipbones.
his eyes went wide before he stilled, causing you to squirm. your head was spinning, cunt fluttering around his cock. you were so goddamn close, literally about to tumble over the edge before you noticed what those dark eyes were gazing at.
you both were silent, your bottom lip sliding between your teeth to muffle the mewl that threatened to rip free.
"oh god," you whispered, one hand unfurling itself from the sheets and grasped geto's forearm, eyes blown wide.
"you're made for me, made for this," geto revered, his thumb pulling your bottom lip free. you nod, his words making a small ball of warmth spread throughout your chest.
toji had a thing for mirror sex. he loved seeing his pretty ma's face contort in pleasure, loved making you witness how good you took him.
he stood behind you, hands on your hips, guiding you back on his cock. what had meant to be an innocent (which, you should know better. nothing was innocent with toji fushiguro) shower, turned into watching your pussy getting wrecked. his fat cock stretched you open, your folds covered in your juices.
the running shower did nothing to conceal how wet you were, the lewd squelch echoing loudly in the bathroom. your cheeks were flushed, eyes focused on toji's cock.
and all that did was make him feel arrogant. how you had hated the idea at first, now you were watching him pound your pretty cunt. he couldn't deny, it was a pretty fuckin' sight. with your cute face and nice tits bouncing each time he fucked you, he wished he was recording the beauty unfolding before him.
you gasped, almost forgetting that he was there (of course he was, but your brain was too fucked out to fully comprehend at the moment), eyes growing wide. toji shot you a dangerous grin, scarred lips curling before he leaned in, licking the shell of your ear.
"that's right, watch how good you take me. mhm, could be buried in your pussy for days," he groaned low, hips canting forward at a faster pace. your grip on the counter had gotten tighter, knuckles going white. you swore if toji wasn't grasping your hips, you'd collapse right there on the bathroom floor.
"t-then do it," you whined softly.
"don't gotta tell me twice, ma."
nanami was a lover at heart. he wanted to show how much he truly appreciated you. for being patient with his unsteady work schedule, for never leaving his side.
and that meant loving on you until you couldn't think straight.
"mhm...kento," you moaned softly, watching your husbands lips slowly disappear between your folds. he couldn't deny it, he truly enjoyed giving oral more than receiving. you weren't bad, by all means, you were amazing. you knew how to take good care of him. yet, nothing topped laying between your thighs and feasting away.
"love, let me do this," he croaked. perfectly styled hair was array, your fingers crimping it. who were you to deny your husband? you'd do anything for him and if that meant letting him eat you out, then you'd accept happily.
nanami always started off slow. broad, gentle licks from entrance to clit, carefully prodding at your soppy slit. you tasted so good to him, which might sound odd out loud. he never admitted it, but he always enjoyed your taste on his tongue.
hearing your soft moans, how your thighs trembled beside his head always gave him a good indication that he was doing it right. but, as always, he got greedy. he hated being selfish, but he couldn't help it when it came to you.
his tongue dove deeper, lips wrapping around your swollen clit, licking at the sensitive bud before reaching a hand up, caressing one of your breasts. nanami's cock ached in his slacks, still in his goddamn coat but he could have cared less. all he wanted was your cunt on his mouth.
sukuna was a man who couldn't help but be rough. and he was glad he found someone who could handle it.
his fingers were buried in your hips, pounding you ruthlessly. you gasped with each thrust, only music to his ears. he smirked, the noise music to his ears.
your pussy was tight, as if he hadn't fucked you this morning, bending your pretty ass over the counter. you got under his skin, he couldn't describe what you did to him. but, sukuna wouldn't let it go, not if it was the last thing he'd do.
"p-please, slow down," you whined, head thrown back. but your plea fell on deaf ears, sukuna kept ramming his cock deep inside, groaning when you tightened around him.
a large hand came down, spanking the fat of your ass hard. a loud cry slipped from your lips but your cunt gushed at the notion. being treated like this shouldn't have aroused you so much, but it did. but now was not the time to be wondering about things like that.
not when two fingers roughly rubbed your clit in fast circles, making you cry out. "f-fuck! fuck! 'kuna, don't," you mewled, grasping the headboard. each thrust had it slamming against the wall and you were grateful yuji wasn't there to hear any of it. the last thing you wanted to do was traumatize the poor boy.
sukuna had a sadistic grin on his face, enjoying every ounce of pleasure he was drawling from you. deep down, he did care. and he showed it by making you come on his cock first.
choso loved using his fingers on you.
there was something so hot watching your body write and squirm when he fingered you. how tears bubbled in your eyes, head tossed back, breathing ragged.
not only that? but your pussy was heavenly.
it didn't take long for choso to figure out what made you tick, how you liked your clit to be suckled and kissed before he slipped one of his fingers in. he took his time, fearful of hurting you. one time, you cried real tears because taking four fingers was way too much.
so, he carefully scissored his fingers. peppered your throat in soft kisses, whispering praise against your skin. "fuck, baby. you're so wet," he whined, nuzzling against your throat. for some reason, a soft laugh bubbled in your throat before it turned into a long moan.
his fingers curled with expert precision, gently pressing against your g-spot. he massaged it, humming when he sucked a dark hickey on your collarbone. he liked kissing you, kissing anywhere while he took you apart on his fingers.
"you're so cute," he sighed, kissing your cheek, as if he wasn't fucking your brains away with just his fingers. he ruined fingering for you, he became better at it than you did.
but, he shouldn't truly complain. not when he had you quite literally in the palm of his hand.
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