jjk men + how they kiss you in private
synopsis: jjk men and the kind of kisses they only give you in private.
a/n: oh, how i love jjk men
contains: fluff, suggestive themes, kissing, jjk men x reader
satoru gojo
he plays it off at first, acting like the whole thing is just something to tease you about. he leans in close, lets his mouth brush yours, then pulls back with that infuriating little smirk.
but the moment the room goes quiet—no one watching, no one to perform for—he shifts.
his hand slides up to your jaw, thumb nudging under your chin so you look at him. the kiss he gives you then is slower, more deliberate— like he's finally letting himself feel it.
he stays there afterward, forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in like he's not ready to step away.
"don't get used to it," he mutters.
you know better. he doesn't mean it.
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suguru geto
his kisses are steady. measured.
one hand always finds your waist, drawing you in that extra inch, like having you close is something he can't help but reach for.
he'll kiss you once, then again, gentler, as if he's tasting the moment, committing the shape of you to memory.
sometimes a quiet hum slips out against your lips—unintentional, warm.
ansd when he finally pulls back, he lingers in the space between you, eyes holding yours a beat too long.
like he's looking at something precious.
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choso kamo
he's... almost shy about it.
at first, his kisses come tentative, like he's still learning where to place his hands, still unsure how close he's allowed to be.
but the moment he realizes you're staying right there with him?
he just folds into you.
his hands rise to cradle your face, thumbs sweeping over your cheeks with this fragile kind of care, like he's scared you might slip away of he isn't gentle enough.
his kisses stay soft. slow. a little unsteady— yet so full of feeling it tugs at something deep in your chest.
and when he finally pulls back, he barely moves, breath brushing your lips, eyes flicking to your mouth like he's already missing the contact.
"... could i do that again?"
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toji fushiguro
his kisses are never gentle at the start.
they hit you all at once—his hand at your waist or hooked behind your neck, pulling you in like he's been holding himself back for hours and finally stopped trying.
but when it's just the two of you... something eases.
he slows. just a fraction.
his fingers trace up to your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip before he leans in again, the kiss deeper, more deliberate.
there's a quietness in it now. something almost tender.
he doesn't say a word afterward.
he just keeps you close, like letting you go isn't even on the table.
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ryomen sukuna
he acts like it's nothing.
like kissing you is just another thing he does, barely worth reacting to.
but the second you're alone?
everything changes.
his hand slides to the back of your neck, firm and certain, pulling you in like the space between you belongs to him.
his kisses turn slow, deliberate—intense enough to steal your breath without ever feeling rushed.
he lingers just long enough to leave your thoughts spinning, then pulls back with that maddening little smirk.
"don't look at me like that," he mutters.
but he's the one leaning in again first.
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kento nanami
private kisses with him feel... uncommon.
which is why, when they happen, they carry so much weight.
it's usually at the end of a long day—his tie loosened, sleeves pushed up, fatigue written in every line of him.
he takes your face in both hands, warm and steady, and presses his mouth to yours in a kiss that's firm, sure.
not hurried, not messy.
anchoring.
like he's grounding himself in you, reminding himself you're right here.
when he exhales afterward, he lets his forehead rest against yours, eyes closed for a moment.
"i missed you," he mutters.
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