18:09 — gojo finds out he likes getting his nipples sucked
"holy shit."
that was all he could say after you playfully trapped his hard nipples between your lips as a joke, and now you were unsure if he was making a joke back by acting pleased with what you did.
gojo had a habit of laying his sweaty body on the bed and you resented him for it, you thought sucking on his nipples would make him get up— but it made him binded to the bed more.
"yo... what the fuck, you actually like it?" you stop yourself from laughing, looking up at him with raised brows.
"shut up, keep doing it and i'll give you an answer," he pulls your head close to his chest once again, your mouth parting before it even lands on his skin.
the moment you clasped your lips together, gojo's head lolls back on the pillow, exposing yet another part you want to put your mouth on— his pale neck getting wrapped with thick veins as his body tensed.
"fuck. ah..."
you look up at him but didn't stop from sucking, your tongue now getting filled with the taste of his skin and a bit of his sweat. you part away briefly to give him another teasing laugh.
"didn't know the strongest would be weak on the knees from a little nipple play—"
gojo starts to laugh, about to open his mouth to deliver some arrogant, cocky remark, until your lips closed over his nipple once more. the sharp spark of pleasure rushed straight down his spine all over again, completely wiping his mind blank, making him swallow the words he was about to say.
his hands flew to the back of your head, knuckles digging into your hair as a low, embarrassed hum vibrated in his chest.
"fuck... don't laugh at me," he gasped out, his voice dropping an octave, breathless and utterly unraveling as he held you right where you were.
"you really think your little mouth is g— ah shit."
you flick your tongue across his skin, making him slap a hand across his mouth as he arches his back.
"okay, okay! fine, you win! i like it..." he threw an arm over his face to hide his flushed cheeks, his whole body shuddering violently. each slick stroke of your tongue sent a fresh tremor rippling down his spine, forcing his hips to jerk upward in helpless, shaking bursts as he involuntarily chased the feeling right back into your mouth.
you chuckle, still with your tongue sticking out on his pointy nipples. "yeah? you like having your nipples sucked?"
gojo's body trembles, he couldn't keep still and it was all to your liking. there was something about tall guys looking so vulnerable and helpless. his back arched in a slow, desperate curve, his chest rising up to meet your mouth in ragged hitches while his breath stuttered out against his forearm.
"yes, i do. please please please keep doing it..."
"hm? gojo satoru actually pleading for something?" you smile up at him. as you trace your fingertips gently across his ribs, you notice how he was already forming a tent below his sweatpants.
12:01 — you ask nanami to sleep in while massaging his morning wood
nanami has a fixed routine, refusing to miss even one step of his daily pattern like a programmed machine. and you were there to break his constant cycle of not giving himself a break.
before his alarm could even ring, you turned it off on his phone, sliding back in the covers and creeping your hand down his defined musles to his hardened cock undreneath his boxer shorts.
he slightly shifts, still with his eyes closed, audibly grunting as you shape his cock on his bottoms. you gasp to yourself as you feel it grow more on your hands.
"mmm..." nanami mumbles, face turning to look at you with half lidded eyes.
"sleep more, handsome," you look up at him from his shoulders, kissing gently on his skin as you continue to palm him through his boxers.
"what time is it?" nanami asks, his groggy voice sounding out mostly from his throat.
"early enough for you to cum and sleep back again," you push yourself up with your other elbow, free hand coming to run up through his blonde hair.
"you are being unreasonable again, love," his voice was low, but the sensation of your touch feels entirely too good to fight against even for a man who is strongly pragmatic and disciplined.
"c'mon, kento, just stay in bed," you whine, playfully groping him.
"if you're going to make me cum, i expect you to do it now. don't tease me, princess," nanami sternly says, pushing the blanket away, exposing your hands that press firmly on his stiffness.
you shift your head onto his neck, placing wet kisses on his throat, following his adam's apple that bobs with every open mouthed peck.
nanami groans, cradling the back of your head on his hands as you softly bite on his skin, hands now skimming inside past the waistband of his boxers.
he surprisingly tugs them down for you, letting his cock spring free with a slow and heavy sigh as you grip on the base of his length, working your way up to the swollen tip with an unhurried stroke.
he quietly groans, hands gripping on the sheets as you gradually increase the pace of each stroke. he completely melts into your touch, breathing heavily into the air with his eyes shut.
"you like that?" you whisper against his skin, lips grazing close to his lobe.
"yes, darling," nanami manages to mutter as he clenches his jaw, refusing to let his body react violently to your touch.
you bring your hand up to your mouth, spitting on your fingers. you slide your slicked hand back down his taut length, feeling the hard pulse on the vein that travels around his shaft.
you feel him twitch beneath as you tightened your grip, gliding up and down on a rhythym that doesn't fail to anchor him down on the bed with a morning daze.
nanami loses control and starts to match the pace of your hand a bit too faster than your own tread. with a heavy rise of his hips, he bucks forward into your tight fist, allowing the wetness of your saliva lubricate the friction on your firm hold.
"i'm close... keep your hands right there..." he tightens his grip on the sheets, thrusting rapidly on your grip with faltering slams as he reaches his climax.
as much as he wanted to keep his composure— his character breaks, body betraying him before his voice does. he trembles intensely as he shoots strings of cum up in the air, spilling all his semen onto your hands, dripping down to his own blonde pubes into globs.
his breath shudders as he rests his hips back down on the bed, slowly letting go of the wrinkled sheets.
"nice work, baby," you grin at him, collecting the drops of cum that trickles on his shaft before bringing it between your lips in a loud slurp.
nanami faces his whole body to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace as soon as he recovers his composure, his voice rumbling in his chest as he closes his eyes again.
"i expect that you can take me well when i fully wake up later."
Hey everyone!!! Thank you all for the likes and reblogs on my recent posts. The support really means a lot! ANYWAY, on my masterlist I put that I am having a new series! It is a series with Dad!Toji, baby Megumi, and you of course! ( And maybe a baby on the way...)
I was wondering if you guys had any requests on what I should write next for the series?????? Read the first one - Baby Megumi keeps walking in on you and Toji during sex here!! Please comment and requests!! Thanks!!❤️
After hours and hours of being in painful labor - bouncing on a ball like no one was ever watching, having your husband massage your back for longer than anyone could’ve - your princess was born. When every test was finished, Toji was allowed to hold the baby.
Toji was trying to keep in his tears the whole time you were pushing. Seeing you in pain just hurt something inside him.
The nurse placed the precious little girl into Toji’s big strong arms. He couldn’t hold them in anymore. Tears started falling at a rapid pace. He sniffled. Toji turned and looked over at you. You reached over and wiped the tears from his face.
“So you like her, huh?” You ask with a smile on your face. Toji nods looking right back down at his baby girl. As he looks down, she opens her eyes for the first time. Green. Just like her daddy’s. Seeing that made Toji lose it. He was crying so much that he had to close his eyes and lean his head back. You place a hand on his back and rub in soothing motions.
“She’s so beautiful.” He says, running a big hand down her little head. She was so small compared to Toji.
Toji was already crying so hard, but when his tiny baby girl wrapped her hand around Toji’s finger, he knew that he was done for.
annie, are you okay?
wherein the jjk men hear "i'm going to michael's" and immediately forget that michael's is, in fact, a craft store.
tw : jealousy, possessive behavior, relationship banter, mild threats played for comedy, pure fluff.
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