VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL
# jjk men ; 柔術廻戦男 ) x domtop male reader
synopsis special day with your lovely boyfriend
ft. gojō, getō, nanami, tōji, & naoya
warnings non-specified nsfw, suguru’s part is shorter srry, slight homophobia & misogyny from naoya surprise surprise
wc not counted
It was your first ever Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend. Or rather, the first Valentine’s Day when neither of you was busy. Usually, one or the other had a job to do that day —seeing as work never rests— but today, finally, you were both free.
And you were pretty excited.
See, you’ve been planning a little something for a while. After a nice and romantic day filled with sexual tension and ending with a candle-lit dinner, a surprise was waiting for you and your boyfriend at home.
Your sex life wasn’t lacking per se, it was more so some things went unexplored because of an insufficient amount of time. Usually (and sadly), you guys had quickies. There was nothing special about it, it was just a way to relieve stress and show each other that yes you still find the other very appealing. I mean, how could you not? Living with an insanely attractive man and what’s that? Dating said, attractive man? Mmmm, yes, please.
Pushing the key into the lock after paying the bill and driving home, you were nearly shaking with anticipation for what was about to come. Opening the door to your shared house, you quickly pulled the man in, knowing damn well you’d get a noise complaint in the morning. Or at the very least, a nasty stink eye from your neighbours.
—GOJŌ SATORU ( 五条悟 ) : cock bondage
“Fuck!”
“Mm— what’s wrong Satoru? I thought you could take it?”
Right now he was spread out so beautifully for you, knees touching his shoulders and ankles near your shoulders as a result of you pushing his thighs upwards. You were fucking him deep and slow at the moment, making him see stars.
Oh, and how could you forget the pretty pink ribbon tied under and between his balls, reaching the base of his cute red dick and creating a small bow.
“I-I can! This is nothINGGGHH,” cried the man under you, moaning the last part of his sentence.
You laughed. “Doesn’t seem like nothing, sweetheart.”
Satoru blushed even harder, whether from you calling him out or the endearing pet name, you couldn’t tell. Pouting a little, he scratches the hands holding his thighs down. “Just take this thing off… I want to cum already and this stupid thing won’t let me!”
“Awe,” you coo. “Other than giving your cock a nice touch, that was the whole point of it.”
“You’re a dick.”
“Yeah, but you’re taking this dick though!”
“Man just shut up and— FUUUCK!”
Your hips switched pace, from slow to fast, but equally as deep. You should thank all those stupid times Satoru dragged you out on a run for the insane speed you currently held.
“S-shit,” you groaned. “Look at your cute little dick. Looks s-so pretty with the bow…” And although his length was perfect (just like him) and you were just teasing, it really did look pretty. The light pink of the satin ribbon contrasted nicely with the darker shade of him.
Satoru could barely respond, overwhelmed with both the feeling of needing to cum but not being able to, and feeling your cock touching his prostate with every thrust. Slight tears left his eyes, blurring his vision from fully seeing the way small amounts of pre cum ran down the satin around him.
You noticed this, and feeling pity for your pathetic boyfriend, you let one of his thighs go in order to untie the ribbon, knowing you were at your limit too. Immediately, he threw his head back, letting out a loud and whiny moan that would surely wake the neighbours if they weren’t already awake.
Muffling his moan with a kiss, you pulled out right on time, both of your hot fluids mixing together and on his stomach.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you mumbled against his lips. Only receiving a slight laugh in response.
When you were about to pull away, his legs slid down, wrapping themselves around your hips and waist with surprising strength from someone who was just shaking.
“Where do you think you’re going, babe? We’re not done here yet.” Satoru said, staring at your eyes darkly, and all you could do was gulp.
‘Oh, boy.’
—GETŌ SUGURU ( 夏油 傑 ) : collaring
“Is this really necessary?”
“What?” you questioned. “You don’t like it?”
“Darling, it’s embarrassing.”
You huffed. “Which part? The leash or my name on it?”
“Both.” You could practically see him giving you a side eye from your question, even though his back was facing you.
“Well,” you hummed. “Just don’t think about it.”
“And how am I not supposed to do that?”
Expecting an answer, he didn’t imagine you would pull the leash back while giving a powerful thrust. Which is why he couldn’t control the loud and surprised moan that escaped from his lips.
“A-ah! A warning would’ve been n-nice.”
You shushed him. “Don’t think.”
“Mmh— this is going t-to make my throat sore…”
“Liar,” you tutted. “I’ve seen you swallow those curses. This is nothing for you, Suguru.”
He stayed silent, but not for long, because you started rapidly thrusting again with only one goal in mind.
“F-feels so good, darling!” He moaned, gripping the sheets below him, only being able to see your silhouette moving because of the small candles on each side of the bed. “Haaahh—”
Pulling the leash again, you lowered your body so your stomach was almost directly onto Suguru’s back and your face hooked onto his shoulder. In this position, his head was pulled back, and you were able to see the way the nameplate with your name on it moved with each of your thrusts.
Suguru moaned louder, somewhat liking how your name was engraved into something that was on him. He enjoyed the harsh feeling of the collar digging into his Adam’s apple. And he certainly savoured the sounds leaving your mouth that was directly behind his right ear.
Drool escaped his lips, having no choice but to let it fall out of his mouth because he wasn’t able to properly swallow it.
With one strong arm holding him up, he let the other grab your head, pulling you into a necessary and messy kiss. Gasping with every breath, his fingers tightened more and more on some of your longer strands, feeling himself about to cum.
“Darling— I’m ab-bout to—”
“It’s okay… You can cum more anyway.”
And with that, he knew the night was going to be long.
—NANAMI KENTO ( 七海建人 ) : wax play
Quiet pants slipped past your boyfriend’s lips. The heat of the wax on his skin was a great contrast to his cold body. It was embarrassing, how much he liked it. When you first brought it up, Kento was hesitant, never before trying something that was considered so… kinky (by his standards anyway, not yours).
“Ngh…” he moaned softly.
You smile at him, eyes bright with happiness. “It seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Kento.”
Pink dusted his cheeks, shamefully averting his eyes from your face. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”
With amusement in your voice and a raised eyebrow, you ask, “Not as bad? But you’re making such cute noises.” Your teasing doesn’t stop there. “It’s bad to lie to the love of your life, you know, and on such a special day too.”
“Don’t tease. Fine, I like the warmth.”
“Of course you do, I knew you would.”
With that, you dipped the candle in your hand, hot wax falling and hitting the blonde man under you. His fit stomach clenched, abs pronounced more than normal as a result.
“By the way,” you muttered. “The wax turns into lotion.” To show him, you moved one of your fingers around some of the hardened wax, watching how it turned into liquid again, but this time it had a semi-cold watery texture. And to your enjoyment, you see the way his eyes watch and silently plea for your hands to move the wax somewhere else.
“That’s…” he begins, eyebrow twitching a bit. “Nice.”
“Very.”
Continuing to pour the hot wax down, down, down. You reach his naked thighs, seeing his pale skin slightly tremble. He wasn’t able to hold in the “hurry” that he covered by putting his hand over his mouth.
“S-shit!” Kento said, being muffled by his hand, letting out an uncharacteristic squeal the moment the blistering heat travelled to his inner thighs.
You chuckled, appreciating the almost once-in-a-lifetime view.
Closer and closer, all Kento was able to feel was a need that he never thought he’d have. A shameful and embarrassing thought rushed through his head, one that he wasn’t quite sure he could vocally tell you in fear that it was a little too much. But like always, you could read him like the back of your hand, so you knew exactly what he wanted.
“Fffffffuuuuuckk—” Was all he let out the moment the wax made contact with the base of his dick.
With an idea in your mind, you swiftly stained his cock with the red burning heat, hearing the desperate cries he let out for you to continue. Even louder moans reached your ears the moment your hand went into contact with it, sweetly massaging up and down so the now lotion wasn’t able to cool down quickly enough.
Kento unexpectedly reached down, grabbing onto your hand so the lotion could be spread everywhere. From his balls to his stomach and up his pecs, it didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing, only trying to feel the fire-like warmth from smearing all over him.
With his moans in the air and his senseless voice sounding in the quiet night, you knew this was just starting. After all, you guys hadn’t even fucked yet.
—FUSHIGURO TŌJI ( 伏黒甚爾 ) : riding crop
Never in your fucking life did you think he was actually going to let you do this? I mean sure, you’ve explored a little bit before but you thought this was going to be too excessive for him, that he was even going to be annoyed with you.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
Sure he looked a little ticked off at first, but after thinking about it for a bit he laughed and challenged you.
Which is what brought you to now.
Toji’s strong form was lying on the rose-covered bed, something he scoffed at but you were sure you saw a tiny dust of pink on his cheeks before he turned away. His back was to you, a rare sight, seeing as it made him feel like he had no control. Although you were certain it also made him feel exposed and embarrassed if his red-coloured ears were anything to go by.
You could see his muscular back flexing with any slight movement he did, his veiny arms twitching and big biceps tightening.
All in all, he looked delicious.
The crop tightened in your hand, its leather end glided down the curve of Toji’s spine. A perfect fit, touching every nook and cranny, leaving absolutely nothing unmarked.
An annoyed huff left his nose. “Would you hurry it up?”
You tsked, “Patience.”
“That’s something I don’t have right now and you know it. Unless you don’t know what you’re fucking doing?”
With a hum, you decided to give him what he wanted, knowing this was going to be the last time you did so tonight.
A harsh slap was heard when leather hit unblemished skin, turning it into a soft pink.
Toji’s shoulders stiffened, and you were sure he held in any sounds he was about to make.
“Hey,” you called out. “Don’t hold your noises in.”
“I’m not, you’re just weak.”
‘Right.’
Hit. Again.
Hit. Again.
Hit. Again.
This continued on until his back was covered in colour, yet nothing escaped his lips. Not until the leather hit his ass.
“Fu—”
Continuing your assault on his round ass, you never gave him enough time to complain. And even though it was embarrassing for him, he was glad you didn’t stop, because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to say anything anyway, and it felt so good.
When you knew bruises were going to form, you stopped to turn Toji around, letting the crop trail from his giant pecs to his twitching dick. Only then did you notice that he had come already, but the look in his eyes was telling you to hit something else.
And who were you to deny? Guess he really had you wrapped around his finger.
—ZEN’IN NAOYA ( 禪院直哉 ) : feminisation
“What the fuck is this?” Were the only words to come out of your boyfriend when he saw the short red dress with a frilly skirt on your shared bed.
“A present.”
“It’s a fucking dress. Do I look like a damn woman to you?”
Ah yes, you decided this was going to be a slight punishment for all the times he’s said some dumb shit about women.
“You call women whores. Maybe I should treat you like one so you can know the difference, no?”
Naoya’s eyes screamed in rage, how dare you compare him to them? “It’s bad enough I’m with you —a man who can’t even give me an offspring— but now you want me to be a stupid woman?” His fists were clenched and ready to beat some sense into you (as if he could). “You fucking—”
And then suddenly his top half was leaning on the edge of the bed, wrists pinned behind his back by your hands, and his legs trying to keep himself up to not slide down and fall to the floor.
He hiccuped, not understanding how one minute he was about to launch a punch at you, then the next he had the stupid dress on with the skirt flipped up so as to not get in the way of your continuous thrusts.
“Awe,” you coo mockingly. “What happened to all the talking back? I thought you didn’t want to wear this, but look at you! Looking all pretty and taking me so well. Now aren’t you a doll?”
Naoya was so fucking embarrassed, both by your words and what he was wearing. Why did he like this?
“S-shut the fuck uP— NGHH!”
With only one of your hands pinning his wrists, the other slipped past the cloth of the dress on the chest area. Luckily, your arms were long enough, so there was no need to take your eyes off his hole swallowing your dick, just to pinch one of his nipples.
“I’m not a w-whore! Stop it!” He cried out, but really, he didn’t want you to stop.
“Really?” You pulled on his perky nipple, feeling the way he clenched around you. “But your pussy seems to like it when I play with your tits?”
He whined, slight sobs making his shoulders shake. “Not a pussy!”
You moaned, liking how his voice rose when he said that. “You’re so wet here though.” And with that, your other hand let go of his wrists, Naoya hastily having to grab the sheets under him.
Your hand slipped around his surprisingly slim waist, grabbing a handful of his nodding cock and tracing your thumb against the slit.
“See? You’re so sensitive when I touch your clit.”
Naoya’s mind went blank, everything around him went ignored except for your words and the pleasurable feeling you gave him everywhere your hands and dick touched. Before he knew it, he came, panting against the sheets stained with his drool.
But, oh, you weren’t done with him yet. You still hadn’t come after all.
notes: better late than nvr! i ws planning on writing for sukuna & choso too but ran out of time so 🤷
