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hihi! im izzy, but you can call me tiger .✦ ݁˖ 18 ❀ she/her 𖥔 just writing things for fun!! currently avatar & jjk obsessed ᢉ𐭩 | ⭑ ronals bitch, dreadhead jake sully lover, tsu'tey enthusiast | choso's girl, nanami's dih hopper, toji's big titty milk sucker ⭑ |

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t0jisbunny

riding toji’s abs ꒰♡

toji x fem!reader, praise, dirty talk, (brief) face sitting, orgasm, established relationship… based on this request

you’re sat innocently on toji’s lap, straddling him as you play-fight before calling it a night. he’s laid flat against the bed, upper body completely bare.

you’re giggling as toji lets you feel like you have power over him, reaching for a pillow beside you to smack him with.

just as you reach over, you shift upwards, clothed clit catching against one of the ridges of toji’s rock-solid abs. the gasp you let out caught your boyfriend’s attention almost immediately.

"that feel nice, princess?" he teases, smirking at how you try to play it off like it had no effect on you.

like your panties weren’t beginning to soak.

"i don’t know what you’re talking about," you lie, desperately trying to ignore the blush creeping up your face — attempting to slide off his body.

toji hums, voice low and gravelly, large hands darting out to pin you right back down where he wants you. "that right?"

he rolls your hips forward, clit gliding against his abs once more. you let out a breathy moan, refusing to look at your boyfriend out of pure embarrassment.

"yeah, that’s what i thought," he grins, continuing to grind you against his abs, your slick beginning to seep through your panties to the thin layer of your cotton shorts.

you begin to roll your hips back and forth without toji’s help, mouth gaped wide open at the overwhelming pleasure.

toji hooks his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your panties — "let’s take these off, yeah?" you shift to the side so he can shimmy them off, retaking your place on his abs.

your boyfriend takes in the sight of your wet, glistening cunt, brushing his thumb over your aching clit. "cmere, doll. put this pretty lil’ cunt back on my abs."

you sink back down, rubbing your folds against him again, sticky strings of your slick connecting your skin against his. "mmnn, feels s’good — fuck, you moan.

each rock of your hips, every brush of your clit against his abs, had you growing needier — more desperate. the fact that toji was watching you so intensely only made you closer to orgasm.

"keep goin’, baby, making me so fuckin’ hard watching you get off on me," he purrs, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

you begin to move faster, practically humping him like a bitch in heat, moaning pathetically.

"can feel that pretty clit throbbin’ against me, fuckkk—" toji continues, his filthy words spurring you on. your hips twitch, body involuntarily chasing orgasm. "tojiiii," you whine, "m’so close."

"gooooddd girl, almost there," toji encourages, cock aching painfully in his pants the longer he watches you.

another minute passes, moans spilling from you like a broken faucet, thighs shaking as you reach your peak. "m’cumming, ohmygod—" you mewl.

toji talks you through it, whispering sweet praise with that low, seductive voice of his, groaning as you release all over him. you pant rapidly, chest heaving as you collapse against him. "made such a mess on me, huh?" toji teases.

you nod as he lifts you effortlessly into his face, slurping up the sticky mess coating your pussy, humming contently. you whimper from overstimulation as he sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop.

"mm, not done with you yet," he purrs, suddenly flipping you over and positioning you under him. "not even close."

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ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝒦.𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ་༘ ִֶָ ࣪˖ is fighting demons while his gf tries on bikini's at the mall.

꒰𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋮⋮ fem!reader ⋮⋮ bikini try ons ⋮⋮ reader is implied to be curvy ⋮⋮ semi-public sex ⋮⋮ sex in a changing stall ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱

Bikini season had the mall packed with bright lights and summer music humming through the speakers. You dragged Choso into the swimwear store with a bright smile, your hand tight in his. The racks were full of tiny colorful strings and triangles that barely covered anything. You picked out a few sets and headed straight for the changing stalls at the back. The store worker hovered nearby, polite and ready to help if needed.

You pushed open the door to the biggest stall and pulled Choso inside with you before he could protest. The space was tiny, meant for one person. The little bench along the wall could barely accommodate his large body. He sat down heavily, knees spread wide because there was no room otherwise. His face was already flushed, hazel eyes dark and watching you with that shy hunger he could never hide.

You thought having him in here would be nice... that he could sit quietly while you undressed and give him a private show as you modelled the bikinis. Perfect way to tease your boyfriend on a hot day, right?

The door clicked shut. You turned to face him, hands already reaching for the hem of your top. "Ready to see me try these on, baby?"

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zaerilyn

come get a 𑣲𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 like me-gumi . . .

art cr @ kimama__12 on x

18+ MDNI, aged up!megumi, perv!megumi, established relationship, solo masturbation, panty kink. abstract, fushiguro megumi was doing a perfectly fine job at being your boyfriend. normal, respectful, composed. unfortunately, his dreams, his shikigami, and one very cute missing pair had other plans.

꣑ৎ MEGUMI HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS A DECENT PERSON :)

quiet, maybe. emotionally constipated, according to nobara, which felt rude but not entirely false. he was blunt when embarrassed, painfully calm when he didn’t know what to do with his feelings, and weirdly committed to pretending he didn’t care whenever you stole his hoodies, even though he kept leaving them in places you could easily find.

then he started dating you.

and apparently, dating you had reduced him to some sort of victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

three months into the relationship, and megumi still acted like your touch needed a warning label. you could kiss his cheek outside the campus library and he would look away like he had just been caught committing tax fraud. you could lean against his side during movie night, warm and sleepy, and his whole body would go still for half a second before he remembered that boyfriends were, in fact, allowed to be held.

you thought it was cute.

megumi thought he needed professional help.

because it wasn’t just the soft things anymore. it was the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder when you stretched. the way your thighs pressed together when you sat on his bed. the way you looked after training, skin warm from the sun, hair messy, laughing with your water bottle pressed to your lips like you weren’t personally dragging his self-control behind a building.

he wanted to be normal about you. really, he did. you were his girlfriend, not some divine punishment sent to test whether his dignity could survive physical affection. you deserved a boyfriend who was calm, respectful, and not quietly combusting every time you hugged him a little too close.

megumi tried very hard to be that boyfriend.

unfortunately, wanting you had started eating through his self-control like a curse with expensive taste.

the dreams came first. vivid, feverish, humiliating things that left him waking up with a harsh gasp, his hips jerking up into the mattress to chase a ghost. your voice would linger near his ear. your skin would press flush against his. your mouth would be somewhere it shouldn’t be yet, sweet and needy and completely unfair. the details always blurred as reality crashed in, but the physical aftermath was painfully clear. he’d snap awake aching and rock hard, his chest heaving in the quiet dark, the front of his sleep pants ruined and uncomfortably sticky. he would just lie there, face burning into his pillow, before dragging himself out of bed to wash the evidence away, feeling like an absolute criminal by morning.

every time, it was you.

of course it was you.

you were his first serious girlfriend. the first person he actually wanted to be good for. the first person who made him think about things he immediately wanted to bury under concrete and never speak of again. maybe, hopefully, someday you would be his first in other ways too.

the thought alone made him shove his face into his pillow and silently consider becoming religious.

oh, he was so cooked.

the worst part started after evening training.

the campus field was still warm from the afternoon sun, grass damp beneath everyone’s shoes, the air filled with the sound of yuji complaining that nobara kept aiming for his head. you had dropped your gym bag near megumi’s by the benches, half-zipped because you never really closed anything properly, then wandered off to refill your water bottle.

megumi had summoned rabbit escape for control practice. nothing serious, just a few white rabbits scattering through the grass while yuji tried not to step on them and nobara accused him of weaponizing cuteness. one of the rabbits, smaller than the rest and apparently born with no morals, hopped toward your open bag.

megumi saw the flash of pink before anyone else did.

his body went very still.

the rabbit tugged something soft from the side pocket and sat there proudly, your panties caught between its little teeth like it had just won a prize.

megumi moved so fast he almost tripped.

he scooped the rabbit up, turned his back to the field, and pulled the fabric away before yuji could glance over. his heart was beating too hard for something that was, technically, laundry. just laundry. normal laundry. laundry that absolutely should have gone straight back into your bag like a normal boyfriend with a normal brain would do.

“don’t,” he whispered to the rabbit.

the rabbit blinked.

you called his name from across the field, smiling as you lifted your water bottle. “gumi, you okay?”

megumi panicked.

he shoved the fabric into the pocket of his track jacket.

“yeah,” he called back, voice flat enough to pass as normal if nobody looked too closely. “fine.”

just for now, he told himself. he would put it back later. when nobody was looking. when his pulse stopped acting like he had robbed a bank.

꣑ৎ DECENT PERSON, MY ASS.

that night the dorm room was too quiet. megumi sat on the edge of his bed with the lights off, only the faint glow from the campus path outside slipping through the blinds. the pink panties were still in his pocket. he hadn’t even taken his jacket off yet. his fingers brushed the soft fabric when he finally reached in, and the second he pulled them out his stomach flipped.

he should throw them back in the drawer. he should wash them. he should do anything except what he was about to do.

instead he leaned back against the pillows, breath already shaky, and unfolded the delicate pink material. the little bow caught on his thumb. the scent of you—warm skin, faint floral detergent, the ghost of your body—hit him so hard his cock twitched instantly in his sweats.

“fuck… i’m sorry,” he muttered, like you could hear him. like apologizing to the empty room would make this less pathetic.

he shoved his sweats and boxers down just enough, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. he wrapped the panties around his length slowly, the silky fabric cool against hot skin, and the first stroke pulled a quiet, broken sound from his throat. the little bow dragged under the head and his hips jerked up without permission.

megumi closed his eyes and let the thoughts flood in.

he imagined you in his lap, thighs spread over his, wearing nothing but that exact pair. the way you’d smile at him all teasing and fond when you felt how hard he was. the way you’d rock against him, grinding the soft fabric right against his cock while you kissed that spot under his jaw that always made him weak. your voice in his ear, low and sweet, calling him “gumi” like you knew exactly what you did to him.

his hand moved faster, twisting a little at the head, the soaked panties sliding obscenely over his shaft. pre-cum darkened the pink almost immediately. he pictured pushing the fabric aside, sliding his fingers through your slick folds instead, hearing that tiny gasp you made whenever he touched you somewhere new. he wanted to bury his face between your thighs and stay there until you were shaking. wanted to hear you moan his name while he finally pushed inside you, slow and careful and so fucking deep.

“shit— you’d feel so so hng g-good,” he whispered, voice hoarse. his strokes turned messy, desperate. the wet sound of fabric and skin filled the room and it only made him harder. “so warm… so tight… f-fuck, i want you so bad—”

the guilt twisted sharp in his chest, but it only made the heat worse. he was disgusting. he was a terrible boyfriend. and still, he couldn’t stop. he pressed the panties tighter in his fist, close enough to feel the soft fabric against his palm, imagining your hand instead, your mouth, the way you’d look up at him with that bright, wicked little smile while you took him apart.

his thighs tensed. his free hand fisted the sheets. when he felt himself getting close, some ridiculous, half-functioning part of his brain still had the nerve to panic.

not on them.

megumi jerked the fabric away at the last second like it was something precious, something he had no right to ruin, and buried his face into his forearm as the feeling hit him hard and sudden. his hips stuttered, breath breaking into a choked sound he barely managed to swallow, body trembling through every shaky wave until the room went quiet again.

for a long moment, he just lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like it might offer judgment. it didn’t, duh.

which was rude, honestly.

the pink panties were still clutched safely in his hand, untouched and soft, still carrying that faint trace of your perfume, your laundry soap, you. megumi looked at them through half-lidded eyes, flushed and ruined and still careful enough to fold them against his chest like that somehow made any of this less insane.

megumi, once again, told himself he would return it before this got any worse.

꣑ৎ JOKE’S ON YOU.

by the next afternoon, it had gotten worse.

not because of the drills, though they were annoying. not because yuji kept trying to turn sparring into a competition no one had agreed to. worse because you were sitting beside megumi on the bench, digging through your gym bag with a frown while he wrapped tape around his wrist and pretended the top drawer in his dorm didn’t exist.

“this is actually so annoying,” you said.

megumi kept his eyes on the tape. “what is?”

“my new pink pair is gone.” you pushed aside your towel, lip gloss, and spare shirt with growing offense. “i swear i put it in here after changing yesterday. it had a little bow and everything. very cute. now it’s missing.”

megumi’s fingers paused for one single heartbeat.

“maybe you left it in your room.”

“i checked.” you sighed like you had suffered a real tragedy. “twice. i think the campus laundry ghosts have chosen me.”

“sorry for your loss.”

“thank you. i’ll need snack compensation.”

“for underwear?”

“for emotional damage.”

he looked at you then, and you looked so genuinely annoyed that guilt twisted through him, sharp and hot. you weren’t suspicious. you weren’t accusing him. you were just talking to him the way you always did, dragging him into your little complaints because he was your boyfriend and that was supposed to mean something simple and safe.

megumi swallowed.

he would return it tonight.

probably.

training picked up again after that, saving him from having to speak. the two of you sparred under the sun until sweat slid down the side of his face and his black shirt stuck lightly to his back. you were quick today, playful, laughing whenever he dodged too easily and calling him a show-off when he pinned your wrist for half a second longer than necessary.

by the time you both stopped, megumi was warm, tired, and dangerously close to forgetting how to act normal.

he turned away and lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

the movement exposed his stomach.

you went quiet.

megumi lowered the fabric just enough to see you staring, eyes fixed on the lean lines of muscle along his abdomen and the sharp dip disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats. your expression changed slowly, surprise melting into something bright and wicked.

“wow, ’gumi,” you said, stepping closer. “i didn’t know you had nice abs.”

his whole body locked. “don’t say it like that.”

“like what?”

“like you’re enjoying this.”

“i am enjoying this.”

that should not have affected him as much as it did.

you reached for him before he could escape, fingertips brushing the exposed skin near his ribs. megumi’s breath hitched so quietly he prayed you didn’t hear it. your touch slid lower, still teasing, still light, tracing the firm plane of his stomach until your fingers grazed the line near his hip.

his body betrayed him immediately.

megumi caught your wrist, quick but gentle, and shifted his hips back just enough to save what remained of his dignity. you blinked up at him, then smiled like you had just discovered something valuable and planned to become a menace about it.

“sensitive?” you asked.

“annoying,” he said, voice too low.

“you’re blushing.”

“it’s hot outside.”

“mhm.” your eyes flicked down for half a second. “sure.”

he was going to die on this field.

then yuji’s voice cut through the air like divine punishment. “are you two flirting or are we training?”

megumi let go of your wrist so fast it was embarrassing.

you only laughed, bright and shameless, before stepping back like you hadn’t just put him through five stages of grief in public. nobara, of course, saw enough to make her grin sharp.

“they’re flirting,” she said. “badly, but still.”

“we’re training,” megumi muttered.

“sure,” you said, attempting to tease him. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

it did not help him sleep at night.

꣑ৎ SPICE UP UR LIFE, COME GET A FREAK LIKE ME(GUMI)...

later that day, after practice ended, megumi returned to his dorm alone and opened the top drawer. he stared at the folded pink fabric tucked beneath one of his shirts. outside his window, campus lights glowed soft and yellow. on his desk, his phone buzzed.

y/n: still mourning the pink pair </3

y/n: she was cute, she was soft, she was taken too soon ☹

y/n: snack compensation tomorrow? ✌︎㋡

megumi stared at the message until the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.

then he looked at the drawer again. “i’m a terrible person,” he muttered.

from the corner of the room, one of the rabbits twitched its nose like it agreed.

he should have shut the drawer. he really should have.

instead, megumi opened it again, slow enough that the wood barely made a sound. the pink fabric sat folded beneath one of his shirts, soft and damning, carrying the faintest trace of your scent. his fingers curled around it before he could talk himself out of it, and for one shameful second, he pressed the fabric directly over his nose and mouth. his eyes fell shut as he dragged in a long desperate breath.

your scent—warm, sweet, and intoxicatingly familiar—flooded his lungs, pulling a low, ragged groan from the back of his throat. his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened.

oh, he was disgusting.

worse than that, he was hopeless.

because for all his restraint, all his discipline, all his quiet little attempts to be the perfect boyfriend you deserved, fushiguro megumi had one serious problem.

he was a freak for you.

and you still had no idea.

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ruya4four

love on the brain ᰔᩚ neteyam x reader

ᰔᩚ synopsis: the man who burns your world to ash is the same one who keeps you alive. trapped inside your captor's home with your little brother's life hanging in the balance, you learn that survival is far crueler than dying, especially when that mercy starts to look frighteningly similar to affection.

ᰔᩚ content warningsﾉtags: NSFWﾉ18+ (MDNI), explicit smut, dubcon, fem!reader, mangkwan au, clan swap, morally corrupt neteyam, war, colonization, genocide, violence, kidnapping, slavery, coercion, forced feeding, panic attacks, injuries & blood, psychological trauma, power imbalance, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, p in v, grinding, fingering, spanking, creampie, biting, slight blood play, prince albert piercing, neteyam rlly is a creep, slightly proofread

ᰔᩚ author's note: i started this back in april, and i finally got around to finishing it. i have so many thoughts abt this piece, i might have to make a separate post about it. this is my longest work i've published yet, (i actually had to delete some parts cause it was so fing long) and to think there's a part 2 to this is insanity (prolly won't post p2 tbh) LMAO but thank you guys for all the support!! srsly, it means so so much to me, and sorry this is slop 🥹🩷😭

ᰔᩚ word count: 39.4k

Neteyam thinks himself a good man.

He repeats this truth silently when the smoke from the lowlands creeps up into the high ridges, carrying the heavy, sweet scent of burning wood and charred moss. He is the firstborn son of the Olo’eyktan, a warrior sworn to protect the survival of his people, and every action he takes is anchored to that singular duty. His mother, Neytiri, carries the scars of a past where the sky people tore their old home to ash while the Great Mother remained silent, offering no salvation to her fallen children. When the world shattered, it was his father, Jake, who bridged the gap between the RDA and the desperate remnants of the Omatikaya clan, ensuring they had weapons, medicine, and power. To Neteyam, the Alliance is a necessary spine of steel that keeps his family upright in a hostile world, a pragmatic choice made by leaders who refused to lie down and die.

Other clans call them traitors, whispers of their cruelty echoing through the deeper rivers of Pandora, but Neteyam dismisses the judgment as the naivety of the weak. What choice did his mother have when the old trees burned? The world changed, and the Omatikaya changed with it, trading ancient prayers for the cold efficiency of supply lines and automated rifles.

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t0jisbunny

dilf!toji proves a point to the moms lusting after him outside megumi’s school ꒰♡

your husband is stupidly attractive — you know it, strangers know it, the other moms at megumi’s school especially know it.

and they aren’t shy about it, either.

you’re far from oblivious. you hear the whispers, you see the looks toji gets, the way the other moms ‘casually’ touch his arm whilst discussing potential play dates, the way they bat their eyelashes and twirl their hair when he’s in their vicinity…

you try not to let it drive you crazy, but everyone has a limit. you just can’t stand it anymore — especially when those women so clearly think they have a chance with your husband.

it’s about time toji knew how much it bothered you.

"y’okay, doll?" toji asks, parking outside megumi’s school, gripping your thigh as you twiddle your thumbs in the passenger seat.

you can already see the vultures swarming, the flirty glaces beginning as the women catch sight of toji in the car.

toji looks at them, the looks at you, suddenly realising the problem.

"they botherin’ you?" he says, gripping your thigh tighter with his massive, veiny hands — ready to reassure you however you need.

you sigh, looking down at your feet. "it sounds stupid.."

your husband raises an eyebrow, using his other hand to tilt your chin up, then to the side so you’re looking right at him. "tell me what’s wrong."

the women begin to stare, more focused on you and toji in the car than they are about their kids finishing school.

"i just… hate the way they look at you. and talk to you. it’s like i don’t even exist! oh, and when they do talk to me, they always find a way to switch the subject back to my sexy husband," you scoff, watching toji begin to grin.

you slap his hand away from your face, "oh, you think it’s funny?"

toji chuckles, shaking his head. "nah. just can’t wait to see their faces after this."

"..after wha-"

toji cuts you off by cupping your cheek, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. "mm, toji what are y-"

he tugs you onto his lap in the divers seat, tongue sliding against yours, hands exploring your body hungrily. "shhh, let em’ watch," he murmurs, squeezing your ass with two hands.

"baby," you say breathily, feeling his hands wander below your shirt, "this is crazy—"

toji only kisses you with more hunger. "crazier than those women thinking they have a chance with me?" he rasps, grinding you against his lap.

you let out a soft mewl, hands braced on his broad shoulders. "ain’t another woman on earth i’d rather be in this car with. understand?" he purrs, half hard beneath you.

pulling away momentarily, you nod, lips swollen and shiny.

toji plants one final, slow kiss to your lips. you smile, climbing back into the passenger seat, looking at the group of mom’s nearby that looked positively seething.

"i love you. like so much," you say, a faint blush still visible on your cheeks.

toji grips the steering wheel, using his other hand to adjust his pants to hide the tent you’d left there.

"love you too, my perfect wife."

a/n; this can also be classed as husband!toji tbh

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ruya4four

scaredy cat ₍^. .^₎⟆ aang x reader

₍^. .^₎⟆ synopsis: aang reassures you there's nothing to be scared of when you're with him!

₍^. .^₎⟆ content warningsﾉtags: NSFWﾉ18+ (MDNI), softcore smut, fem!reader, clothed grinding, body worship, mutual climax, aang basically comes on your panties :p, not proofread, lowercase intended

₍^. .^₎⟆ author's note: the atla party may be over but i'm still here. aang is so husband i love him i love writing him aaaaa!!! i wrote this pretty quickly to cleanse my blog cause i feel like everything is depressing and it's making me sad. </3

aang murmurs a stream of broken, soft praise against your skin, punctuating every "i love you" with a lingering kiss that feels like it’s trying to anchor his soul to yours.

his voice is a gravelly hum that vibrates through your chest, sounding thick with an emotion he can barely contain. the air in the room is still, smelling faintly of the incense he burns and the clean, mandarin scent that always clings to him. he looks at you with a gaze so intense it’s almost overwhelming, his stormy eyes tracking every shift in your expression as your lips trail lower and lower down the expanse of his pale torso.

he swears this is his own version of peace—being pressed back into the dark sheets of his bed while you shower him with an adoration that can only be described as desperate . he feels like literal putty under your wandering hands, his muscles jumping with an electric tension every time your mouth finds another patch of skin to claim. as you trace the subtle lines of his body, aang lets out a ragged, shaky breath, his fingers curling into the fabric of the pillows until his knuckles turn white. he is so focused on the sensation of you that the rest of the world feels like it’s ceased to exist.

tigerpetals

#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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˖ Ი𐑼 ⋆ 𝓜 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢.ᐟ takes you apart with his mouth first, then his dick! ꒰pussy job ⋮⋮ spitting ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ cervic kissing ⋮⋮ tummy bulge ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱

The room felt thick with heat. You were on the bed, body arched just the way he liked it. Chest pressed firm into the soft sheets, back dipped low, ass raised high and presented to him like an offering. Toji stood behind you for a moment, his large hands resting on your hips. He'd been waiting for this. Craving it all damn day. Your pretty pussy glistening under the low light, already slick from the tension building between you.

He dropped to his knees slowly. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled in close. His breath ghosted over your exposed skin, hot and heavy. Tongue out and hungry, he leaned in at last. The first lick dragged broad and wet from your dripping entrance upward. You shivered hard at the contact, nerves lighting up instantly.

Toji didn’t rush. He took his time spreading your pussy open with thick fingers, holding you wide for his gaze. You wiggled in his strong grip, unable to stay still as desire pulsed through you. His hold tightened, keeping you right where he wanted.

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#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✶ HIROMI HIGURUMA MASTERLIST ✶

✶ one-shots/headcanons!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❥ hey, pretty girl ⭑ how jjk men react to being your first time!

✶ drabbles!

nothing yet!

#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✶ GOJO SATORU MASTERLIST ✶

✶ one-shots/headcanons!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❥ hey, pretty girl ⭑ how jjk men react to being your first time!

✶ drabbles!

nothing yet!

#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✶ NANAMI KENTO MASTERLIST ✶

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❥ hey, pretty girl ⭑ how jjk men react to being your first time!

✶ drabbles!

nothing yet!

#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✶ CHOSO KAMO MASTERLIST ✶

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❥ hey, pretty girl ⭑ how jjk men react to being your first time!

✶ drabbles!

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#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

✶ TOJI FUSHIGURO MASTERLIST ✶

✶ one-shots/headcanons!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ❥ hey, pretty girl ⭑ how jjk men react to being your first time!

✶ drabbles!

nothing yet!

#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⭑.ᐟ 𝓗𝐞𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ [SEPARATE PAIRINGS] gojo x reader, toji x reader, nanami x reader, choso x reader, higuruma x reader

✴︎ 𝓢ummary: how jjk men react to being your first time!

✴︎ 𝓦arnings: lower caps ⭑ f! reader ⭑ smut ⭑ porn w no plot ⭑ p in v ⭑ virginity loss ⭑ clit stimulation ⭑ unprotected sex ⭑ fingering ⭑ oral (f receiving) ⭑ coming inside ⭑ they’re biiig ⭑ pet names ⭑ lots of praise ⭑ swearing ⭑ nipple sucking and some nipple play ⭑ maybe ooc :///

✴︎ 𝓦c: 11.5k

✴︎ 𝓐uthor’s note: first jjk fiiiccc!!! i hope yall like it ♡

⭑.ᐟ TOJI FUSHIGURO

toji’s sprawled comfortably on his couch, his frame taking up the majority of the space. you’re situated firmly on his lap, his hands resting on your waist.

his lips are demanding against yours, hungry and possessive. his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. the room is filled with the sounds of your breathy moans and the rustling of clothes as toji’s hands begin to roam.

he breaks the kiss briefly to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes full of desire as he takes in your exposed skin. he trails his lips down your neck, biting and sucking as he goes.

your fingers find his hair, holding him in place. you squirm in his lap, pressing yourself closer against him. “toji…”

toji groans against your neck at the sound of his name, his hands reaching around to unhook your bra. he tosses it aside and captures your breasts in his hands, squeezing and playing with them as his mouth finds yours again in a desperate, needy kiss.

you moan into his mouth, breaking the kiss to tilt your head back. “fuck,” you breathe, nipples hardening under his palms. your skin is warm and soft, leaving him wanting more.

his thumb brushes across your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he watches your face intently. his other hand slides down to grip your hip, fingers digging into your skin. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he murmurs against your lips, voice rough and low.

you pause for a fraction of a second, a flicker of hesitation in your eyes. you’ve never done this before. never had someone’s hands exploring your body like this.

toji’s eyes narrow slightly as he senses your hesitation, his hands pausing momentarily. he pulls back, his gaze searching yours with an intensity that makes you squirm. “what is it?” his voice drops lower. “never done this before?”

you swallow hard, cheeks flushing even deeper. “is it that obvious?”

he chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest against yours. his hands settle on your waist, his grip firm but no longer rushing. “to me, yeah.” he tilts his head, studying your face. he leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “you a virgin?”

you nod, refusing to make eye contact. you shift slightly in his lap, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

his expression softens, his hands moving to frame your face gently as he turns your head back to face him. he presses a tender, reassuring kiss to your lips. “hey... look at me.”

your eyes meet his, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “i’ll make you feel good,” he promises, his voice a low rumble. “i’m gonna take my time with you.” he leans in, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, then down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth.

a soft whimper escapes your throat, your nervousness slowly melting into desire under his touch. you tilt your head back, giving him better access, fingers clutching onto his shoulders. “okay…”

every kiss he places on your chest is deliberate and worshipful. he captures a nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first before swirling his tongue around it. one hand slides down to your thigh, hiking your leg up higher around his waist while the other continues to palm your other breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers.

your mouth falls open, a breathy moan spilling out as he captures your sensitive peak between his lips. the dual sensation of his mouth and fingers send shivers through your body.

he gently lays you back onto the couch, his frame hovering over yours. his eyes sweep over every inch of exposed skin with hunger and reverence. “so fuckin’ pretty,” he breathes, his hand sliding down your stomach toward your waistband.

“can i touch you here?” he asks, his hand pausing. “promise i’ll make it feel good.” he strokes your hip slowly, reassuring.

you look up at him with wide eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “yes, please…” you lift your hips slightly in permission, fingers curling into the cushion beneath you.

a low hum of approval rumbles in toji’s chest. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, sliding them down your legs in one smooth motion, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. “spread your legs for me,” he murmurs, settling between your thighs. “let me see you.”

you hesitate only for a moment before spreading your legs slowly, inner thighs trembling in anticipation.

toji’s breath catches slightly at the sight. he leans down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, working his way closer to your core. his hands spread your legs wider, holding them apart as he looks up at you through his lashes.

you breathe shakily, thighs trembling as his lips graze higher.

toji inhales deeply, his tongue darting out to give a slow, teasing lick from the bottom to the top.

you jerk at the sensation, your hands gripping the couch cushions underneath you. he groans softly against you— the sound vibrating through you. his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking gently while two thick fingers trace your entrance.

your back arches sharply, a loud gasp tearing from your throat. “toji… oh god,” your legs tighten around his head involuntarily.

he looks up at you, his eyes hazy with lust as his tongue swirls around your clit. one finger pushes inside slowly, stretching you gently, then another joins it. “mmm, you like that?”

a sharp cry falls from your lips as the first finger sinks in, body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. the second finger stretches you further, a strange burn mixed with pleasure. “yes... god, yes...”

he smirks against you, loving how vocal you’re being for him. his fingers start pumping slowly, thrusting in and out to stretch you carefully, curling upward every time to drag against that spongy spot inside you.

your hips jerk forward in response to the pressure, your breath coming out ragged and uneven. your hand moves from the cushions to his hair, fingers clenching the strands.

his tongue works devastating circles around your clit until your thighs start to tremble around his head. he can feel you getting wetter, your walls fluttering around his fingers. “that’s it... fuck,” he groans into you, the vibrations making you whimper and buck against his face.

the combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers hitting that spot inside has you teetering on the edge.

feeling you tighten around his fingers and hearing your breathy moans, he knows you’re close. toji doubles down, his tongue moving faster and more insistently while his fingers curl deeper inside you, pressing firmly on that sensitive spot. “c’mon...”

you explode against his mouth with a broken cry, your thighs clamping around his head as you squeeze his fingers. he drinks you in greedily, tongue lapping while his fingers slow but don’t stop, riding you through your orgasm until your knees are trembling and your head is thrown back. “there y’go,” he murmurs against your thigh, pressing one last kiss there before crawling back up your body.

he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. his body presses against yours, heavy and hot. one hand brushes a strand of hair from your face while the other props himself up. “you okay?” his voice is softer now, almost tender.

you’re still trembling, breathing heavily as your body continues to shudder through the aftershocks. your eyes are half-lidded, dazed with satisfaction. “mhm…”

a satisfied smirk crosses his face at your words. he trails kisses down your jaw, your neck, pausing to suck a mark into your collarbone. “good.” his hand slides down your stomach, fingertips dipping teasingly near your core before retreating.

your gaze follows the movement of his hand, and your eyes widen when you see the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers.

toji follows your gaze, seeing you eye his thick erection. he shifts his hips slightly, letting you feel the length of it pressed against your inner thigh. slowly, he pushes them down, freeing his length. it springs up, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum.

you swallow hard, your eyes fixed on his cock, bigger than you expected. you shift uncomfortably beneath him, the nervousness returning. the sight of him alone has your stomach churning with anxiety.

toji notices your immediate panic, your eyes locked on his size. he leans down, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead, his hand gentle on your cheek. “breathe,” he murmurs against your skin. “i’ll go slow. i won’t hurt you.” he strokes your hip soothingly, his cock resting heavily against your stomach.

you nod, taking a shaky breath. his reassurance does help, but your eyes keep drifting down to his length, and you can’t imagine how something that thick is supposed to fit inside you. “will it fit?”

he chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. he takes one of your hands and brings it down to wrap around his length, helping you get a feel for his size. his hand covers yours, squeezing gently. “it’ll fit, mama. i’ll stretch you open real good.” he promises, his voice low.

your fingers wrap around the base, and you gasp at the heat and hardness of him. you can feel him pulse beneath your palm, pre-cum coating your fingers as you move your hand.

he hisses softly as your hand wraps around him, stroking him slowly. his hips jerk involuntarily, pushing his length through your fist. he watches you explore him, his expression intense but gentle.

he drags the thick, leaking head of his cock along your pussy, coating himself in your wetness. the friction sends a jolt through you, and he groans low in his throat at the sensation. he teases your entrance, sliding his length up and down your slit but not pushing inside yet.

toji stills his hips, hovering over you to search your face. “you still with me?” he asks softly, brushing a stray hair away from your forehead. he notices the nervous tension still lingering in your eyes. “talk to me. you okay?” his hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin reassuringly.

you melt into his touch, leaning into his hand. the gentleness in his voice settles your nerves, reminding you that he’s going to take care of you. “yeah, i’m okay.”

he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his eyes soft and caring. “tell me if it hurts, okay? you say stop, we stop.” he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing the thick head inside slowly, gasping at the tightness. “relax for me, breathe...”

your breath catches sharply as the thick head pushes inside, the sensation of being stretched open making your entire body go rigid. you instinctively tighten around him, gasping out a pained whimper. your fingers dig into his shoulders, your legs starting to shake.

he immediately notices your nails sinking into his skin, freezing instantly to let you adjust to the overwhelming stretch. “breathe, i got you,” he murmurs against your forehead, pressing kisses to your temple to distract you. “doin’ so good for me. just relax...”

you melt under his soothing kisses and reassurance, forcing yourself to take deep, shaky breaths. your inner walls flutter uncontrollably around him, trying desperately to adjust.

“you’re so tight, shit—” he groans softly, pushing in another inch slowly.

you cry out softly— a mix of pain and pleasure vibrating through you. your body is starting to loosen around him, but it’s still an overwhelming sensation.

toji bottoms out completely, his massive length buried inside you, stretching you full. your nails dig hard into his shoulders, your legs trembling slightly from the size of him. he freezes instantly, pressing soft kisses all over your face, neck, and forehead.

he stays still, letting your body adjust to being filled so completely. “you’re takin’ it so good...” he waits until your breathing evens out and your nails loosen their grip on his shoulders.

you whimper softly, your breathing gradually slowing down. the initial sting of the stretch is starting to fade into a dull, heavy fullness.

toji pulls back just slightly before slowly sinking back in. his movements are impossibly careful. he keeps the strokes shallow at first, rolling his hips gently so you feel every vein and ridge. he groans softly, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. “easy... easy, mama.” he kisses you deeply as he finds a rhythm.

you moan into the kiss, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of his mouth and his cock.

the sound of your moan against his lips sends heat straight to his dick. he pulls back to watch your face, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate thrusts. “that’s it... feel good now?” he hooks your leg over his hip, adjusting his angle just slightly so he hits a different spot inside you.

the change in angle makes you gasp, your back arching instinctively off the couch. the deliberate roll of his hips massages that sensitive spot deep inside you, transforming the ache into something pleasurable. “ngh— yes,”

he leans down, capturing your gasp in a messy kiss as he continues those shallow, precise thrusts. “you feel so fuckin’ perfect around me...” he’s breathing harder now, struggling to keep his pace gentle.

the burn has completely faded into overwhelming pleasure, your body accepting him perfectly now. he feels the shift, your pussy squeezing him tighter in approval, and he finally lets himself sink a little deeper. “like that? you like how deep i’m goin’?” he groans against your lips, his thrusts becoming smoother, longer.

your head falls back, a broken moan tearing from your throat as he sinks deeper. “yes, yes, don’t stop...” you gasp, nails digging into his arms.

toji grabs your other leg, throwing them both over his shoulders. you cry out, your hands flying to his chest.

the position has him even deeper, hitting that spot perfectly. he leans forward, kissing your neck and chest as he finds a rhythm that has you whimpering and clinging to him. “told you i’d make it fit.”

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, practiced circles while he continues to drag his cock across that deep spot inside you.

your entire body jolts, the dual stimulation pushing you dangerously close to the edge. your back arches sharply off the couch, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

he feels your inner muscles squeezing him desperately as you get close. his thrusts become harder, bottoming out on every stroke while his thumb works your clit relentlessly. “that’s it, come for me,” he groans against your ear, his cock throbbing inside you as he gets closer himself. “don’t hold back.”

your body clenches around him hard, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashes through you. he groans deeply, feeling you pulse and squeeze his cock. “atta girl,” he praises against your neck, not slowing down, rubbing your clit through the aftershocks.

his own release builds rapidly, his balls tightening as he continues to pound into you through your orgasm. his thumb works your clit fiercely, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his own. “’m right behind you... fuck... gonna fill you up...”

with a loud, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt one last time. you feel him pulse, thick ropes of his release filling you completely. his hips stutter against yours, his whole body shuddering as he rides out the intense orgasm.

he doesn’t pull out immediately, letting his softening cock remain buried inside you as you come down. his body settles against yours, his forehead pressing against yours as his breathing slows. “you did so good,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, cheeks, chin, anywhere he can reach.

⭑.ᐟ NANAMI KENTO

nanami’s hands slide around your waist as his lips trail from your mouth to your neck, leaving soft, heated kisses on your skin. he presses you gently into the mattress, one hand tangling in your hair while the other grips your hip possessively. he pulls back slightly, chest heaving as he stares down at you.

you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as he kisses down your neck. you look up at him with flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, your breathing coming in short, shallow gasps. “kento…”

nanami immediately recognizes the soft, pleading tone of your voice and the way your legs tremble underneath him. despite the obvious arousal between you two, namami catches the subtle vulnerability— the way your fingers clutch his shoulders and the hesitation in your eyes.

your fingers tremble slightly as you move to unclasp your bra, moving slowly— almost hesitantly. you pull it off, letting it drop somewhere in the tangled sheets.

his breath catches as the fabric slides down your arms. his jaw tightens, adam’s apple bobbing as he watches you. something feels different, though. your movements are cautious, almost shy. it catches his attention.

he pulls back slightly, his hands resting on your hips as he searches your face with a mix of concern and desire. he leans down to press gentle kisses on your collarbone and chest, murmuring against your skin. “are you okay? do you want to stop?”

your voice comes out softer than intended, almost breathless. “no, i’m okay,” your fingers tighten on his shoulders, nails pressing lightly into his skin. “keep going…”

a low groan escapes his throat. he slows down, his hands gliding from your waist to cup your breasts gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples with feather-light pressure.

your back arches slightly at the touch, a soft moan escaping your parted lips. the tension in your shoulders ease— just a fraction. your eyes flutter closed, head tilting back into the mattress.

the soft sound makes his pupils dilate. namami watches your face intently, reading every expression— the slight parting of your lips, the way your back arches off the mattress. he leans down, capturing one nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak while his thumb works the other. his free hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing the edge of your panties.

a soft gasp escapes you at the sudden warmth and wetness surrounding your nipple. your hands instinctively grip his hair, hips shifting in anticipation as his thumb teases your other breast. when his hand slides down your stomach, your muscles tense and relax simultaneously.

his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down slowly while maintaining eye contact. “you’re shaking,” he murmurs against your neck, pressing a kiss there. “tell me if anything feels wrong. i’ll take care of you.”

nanami’s gentle words and soft kisses have you shaking even more. you’re wet, thighs slick with desire, but there’s a vulnerability in your eyes that you can’t hide.

his fingers glide through your wetness, finding your clit and circling it slowly. “so wet already,” he breathes against your ear. “have you ever been… touched here before?”

your thighs clamp together involuntarily at the first touch, a surprised gasp escaping your lips. your face flushes at the question. your voice is soft, almost embarrassed. “only by me…”

the confession makes something in him tighten possessively. his thumb presses more firmly against your clit, his middle finger dipping lower to trace your entrance. “you deserve to know what it feels like when someone else touches you.”

your hips lift off the bed slightly, silently begging for more. your thighs are trembling, slick with arousal. “please, kento, touch me...”

nanami groans low in his throat, the desperation in your voice undoing him. he kisses you deeply, swallowing your whimpers as he slowly presses one finger inside you. he moves with agonizing slowness, stretching you carefully, his palm grinding against your clit.

your mouth falls open against his in a silent moan as he enters you with his finger. your hips shift slightly, trying to take him deeper.

nanami watches your face closely, drinking in every reaction— the slight wrinkle of your nose, the way your eyelashes flutter shut. “look at me,” he commands softly. when your eyes open, he adds another finger, scissoring them gently to stretch you wider.

you look up at him through hooded eyes, your face flushed. a soft gasp escapes you as he scissors his fingers inside you, hitting different spots that make you see stars.

he swallows your gasp, replacing his fingers with his mouth. his hands press your thighs wider apart, making room for him. he kisses your inner thighs softly before settling between your legs, his tongue pressing against your entrance before slowly pushing inside.

a choked cry leaves your lips when his tongue finds you. your hips buck slightly against his face, but his hands keep you firmly in place. “kento, fuck—“

your fingers bury desperately into his blonde hair, thighs trembling uncontrollably around his head. he moans against your pussy, tongue flattening to lick broad, slow stripes before swirling around your clit.

your back arches off the mattress, a loud moan escaping you as his tongue swirls around that sensitive bud. your head tosses side to side, completely overwhelmed.

he notices the way your legs start shaking, your inner muscles clamping down. he hooks his arms around your thighs, holding you open as he sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue. he looks up at you, eyes dark with lust.

your eyes lock with his, watching him devour you while holding you open. the sight combined with the sensation is too much. your entire body shakes, legs squeezing around his head as you come.

nanami doesn’t stop, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. he groans against you, the vibration of it making you shudder. when he finally pulls back, his lips wet, a single thread of spit connects his mouth to your body.

he moves up your body, pressing kisses and bites to your stomach, your ribs, your breasts. his chest hovers over you, his muscular arms caging your head. his lips find yours again, kissing you deeply— letting you taste yourself on his tongue as his hard cock presses against your stomach.

your eyes dart down involuntarily, catching the sight of his erection pressed against you. you freeze, your pulse quickening.

nanami catches your gaze and the slight shift in your expression, the way you tense underneath him. his hand gently tilts your chin back up to meet his eyes. “i’ll go slow,” he murmurs, positioning himself between your thighs, letting the broad head of his cock nudge against your entrance. “tell me when. and if you want me to stop, we stop, okay?”

you take a deep breath, your eyes locked onto his. “okay,” you whisper softly, spreading your legs wider without him asking.

he leans down to kiss you deeply, distracting you as he slowly pushes forward. the head of his cock stretches you open inch by agonizing inch. he breaks the kiss to press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “breathe, my love,” he whispers, “just breathe through it.”

you hiss through clenched teeth, nails leaving crescents in his shoulders as he stretches you. it’s different from his fingers— larger, firmer, filling you in a way you’ve never been before.

he freezes for a moment, eyes snapping to where your nails dig into his shoulders. he pulls back slightly, then pushes in deeper. “fuck...”

he hisses through his teeth, jaw clenching tight as your walls squeeze around him almost unbearably. it takes every ounce of his self-control not to bury himself to the hilt instantly. he stays still, throbbing inside you, letting you adjust to his size while stroking your hair.

slowly, your muscles begin to unclench. the burning stretch starts to turn into a deep, heavy fullness. your nails loosen their death grip on his shoulders, fingers trailing down his arms slightly.

he feels your breathing slowly regulate, the death grip on his shoulders loosening just enough to tell him you’re relaxing. he watches your face intently, searching for any sign of lingering pain. “doing so good for me,” he murmurs against your lips. “taking me so perfectly.”

he experimentally rolls his hips, causing a soft, startled moan to escape you. your inner walls flutter around him, instinctively adjusting to his size.

he begins to move slowly, deliberately— each thrust measured and gentle. his hands frame your face as he kisses you, swallowing any sounds you might make. the room fills with the sounds of skin meeting skin and your shared breaths. he breaks the kiss to whisper against your lips, “look at me...”

your eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure as you meet his gaze. he’s hitting spots you didn’t know existed, the slow, deliberate pace making every nerve ending scream.

he finds a rhythm that makes your eyes roll back— deep, controlled thrusts that hit just right. one of his hands slides down to grip your thigh, lifting your leg higher around his waist to change the angle. his eyes never leave yours, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face. “that’s it... let me hear you.”

a choked cry escapes you as the new angle hits a spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. your thighs tremble around him, squeezing involuntary.

he groans at the sound of your voice, your thighs trembling around his waist. he can feel you starting to loosen up, your body learning his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with small, shy rolls of your hips. his forehead presses against yours again. “you’re doing so perfect,” he praises, voice thick. “so fucking perfect…”

he throws his head back with a low groan, feeling you clench tightly around him with each thrust. the sensation is overwhelming. he bites his lip, holding back the urge to fuck you hard and fast like he really wants to. “s-shit...”

his rhythm shifts, getting faster but staying controlled, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he starts chasing his high. his forehead drops against yours, his breathing becoming ragged. “fuck, you feel incredible…” he groans. “i’ve got you, sweetheart.”

your back arches, moans turning into broken cries. he catches your hips, fucking you steadily through the sensation. “there you go...” he groans roughly, speeding up. “that’s my girl.”

your climax hits without warning— a crashing wave of pleasure. your body jerks and trembles underneath him, nails leaving red marks down his back.

the moment you come, you clamp down around him, pulling him deeper. he groans loudly, feeling his own release building. with one final deep thrust, he buries himself inside you and comes hard, filling you with his release. “f-fuck... baby...”

he collapses on top of you, his hips stuttering helplessly. he shakes with the force of his orgasm, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

you hold him close, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your chest as you come down from the intense high.

nanami stays inside you, breathing heavily against your neck, one hand stroking your hair while the other squeezes your thigh. he doesn’t pull out immediately— letting you feel the weight of him. his thumb traces circles on your hipbone as his breathing regulates. “you okay?” he asks against your skin.

you nod slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “mhmm... i’m okay. more than okay.”

he pulls out slowly, a string of his release following. he immediately kisses your forehead, your nose, your lips— overwhelming you with gentle affection. his hands stroke your back, soothing you. “my perfect girl...” he murmurs, wiping your sweaty hair back. “you did beautifully.”

⭑.ᐟ GOJO SATORU

gojo has you pinned beneath him, his frame hovering over you as his lips move hungrily against yours, one hand tangled in your hair while the other grips your hip possessively. he breaks the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed ones down your neck.

the wet kisses along your neck draw broken sounds from your throat, your head tipping back instinctively to give him better access. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly.

he groans against your neck, the sound vibrating through you. “mmph, you’re so cute when you make those noises...” he kisses you again, slower this time but just as deep, his tongue exploring your mouth like he’s trying to learn every inch of it.

your body tenses slightly at the deeper kiss, nerves fluttering in your stomach. you pull back gently, breaking the kiss with a soft gasp.

gojo feels the slight tremble in your fingers as they thread through his hair, and the way your body is tensing up beneath him. he pauses, pulling back just enough to look down at you, his eyes scanning your flushed face. “hey...” he murmurs, his thumb stroking your hip reassuringingly. “you alright? you’re acting kinda tense,”

your cheeks flush even deeper at his words, a nervous flutter in your chest. “yeah, i’m fine. sorry,”

he studies your face for a moment, his expression shifting into something more focused, less playful. “don’t apologize.” he shifts his weight so he's not pressing so heavily on you, brushing a strand of hair from your flushed cheek. “talk to me. what’s wrong?”

you take a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before speaking, “i just… i’ve never…”

goio’s eyebrows furrow slightly as he catches the implication behind your words. it takes a moment for it to click in his mind, and when it does, his expression softens instantly. he pulls back a little more, looking down at you with surprise and something else— something warmer. “you’re a virgin?”

you stiffen at his question. you nod almost imperceptibly, unable to meet his eyes. “yeah,”

his hand comes up to cup your chin, gently turning your face back to him. “hey. look at me.” his voice is softer now. “why didn’t you tell me sooner? i would’ve slowed down...” he brushes his thumb across your cheek. “we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

you look up at him, eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and desire. you shake your head quickly. “no... i want to. i really do,”

he looks deep into your eyes, searching for any hesitation, and seeing nothing but your genuine desire. a soft, reassuring smile touches his lips as he leans down to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. “then we go at your pace, okay?” he murmurs, his hand stroking your side soothingly. “i’m not rushing you. if it hurts, or you get uncomfortable, you tell me immediately.”

you nod, your breath hitching slightly as you feel his gentle touch. “okay...”

he smiles back at you, relieved and happy that you trust him with this. he leans down to kiss you again, slower and softer this time, his hand sliding up to rest on your hip. he breaks the kiss after a moment to start trailing them down your neck and collarbone, his other hand slowly inching your shirt up.

you melt into the slower kiss, your body relaxing beneath his touch as the nervousness mixes with anticipation.

he treats you with incredible patience, slowly pulling your shirt up over your head and tossing it aside. instead of rushing, he simply admires your exposed skin, his eyes sweeping over your body with reverence. “there’s my pretty girl...” he murmurs, leaning down to press soft, warm kisses along your chest and stomach. “relax, sweetheart. just breathe.”

you smile softly at his gentle words, your body warming under his touches and kisses.

gojo’s touch remains gentle as his fingertips graze the soft skin of your sides. he slowly unclasps your bra, letting it slip off and tossing it away. he showers your breasts with tender, open-mouthed kisses, teasing the nipples slowly until they harden under his touch. “you still okay?” he asks between kisses, keeping his eyes on you.

your head lolls back with a soft sigh, feeling his kisses spread over your skin. you open your eyes briefly to meet his gaze, nodding slowly. “mhm… keep going,”

he smirks down at you, loving the way you sound so breathy already. his fingers trace down your stomach until they reach the waistband of your pants. “can i take these off?”

you bite your lower lip, hesitating for a moment before nodding.

gojo hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, slowly dragging them down your legs along until you’re completely bare beneath him. he sits back on his knees for a moment, just looking at you. “fuck, you’re gorgeous...”

he leans back down over you, kissing you deeply as his hand starts to explore your body more thoroughly, caressing down your side and hip before moving between your legs. “spread your legs for me, baby.” he murmurs against your lips. “let me touch you.”

you hesitate for a moment, then slowly spread your legs apart.

he gives you a reassuring smile before lowering himself between your legs. his fingers find your clit, circling it slowly with feather-light touches. “just relax... let me take care of you.”

you gasp at the first touch, your body jerking slightly. a soft moan escapes your lips, your clit feeling impossibly sensitive under his fingers.

he grins at your reaction, increasing the pressure slightly as his thumb finds that bud. he swirls and circles it slowly, watching your face intently. “there it is... you like that?” he leans down to kiss your inner thigh, his tongue tracing small patterns on the sensitive skin while his fingers continue their rhythm.

your back arches, a whimper escaping you as his tongue meets your inner thigh. you nod frantically, his thumb circling your clit in that slow, deliberate rhythm makes your thighs tremble and wetness pool between your legs. “yes… don’t stop.”

gojo leans down, pressing wet, messy kisses to your inner thighs before trailing his tongue directly over your clit, tasting you. “good... just breathe, baby. i’ve got you.” he murmurs, licking slowly to ease you into it.

the sensation is overwhelming— wet, warm, and completely new. your hands immediately bury themselves in his hair, fingers trembling uncontrollably.

he feels your hands in his hair, guiding him as he continues to lick and suck on your clit. when he feels your wetness dripping down, he slowly slides two thick fingers inside of you, curling them upward to press against that sensitive spot. “fuck, you’re tight...”

your eyes snap open wide, gasping loudly as his fingers enter you. his fingers press against something that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. your hand grips his hair tighter, pulling him closer to your center as you ride his fingers instinctively.

he pumps his fingers slowly, watching your face contort with pleasure. he curls his fingers harder against that sweet spot, matching the rhythm of his tongue. “that’s it... let me make you feel good.”

your breathing becomes ragged, your body tensing as he hits that spot perfectly with his fingers. the combination of his tongue and fingers is overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge.

gojo recognizes the signs immediately— the way your back starts arching, the way your thighs tremble around his head. “that’s it, come for me...”

your whole body tenses, a strangled cry escaping your lips as pleasure crashes over you in waves, making your hips buck uncontrollably against his mouth. your thighs squeeze tightly around his head as your orgasm rips through you.

he keeps his fingers moving, prolonging your orgasm with gentle pumps while his tongue stays pressed against your swollen clit.

he moves up slowly, kissing your stomach, your breasts, your neck, until he’s hovering over you with a satisfied smile. his fingers are still coated in your arousal but he doesn’t care, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean while you watch, flushed and dazed.

your hand moves slowly, placing a palm on the front of his pants, feeling the thick shape of his erection beneath the fabric

he groans low in his throat, his hips instinctively bucking forward into your hand at the sudden contact. he leans down to capture your lips in a messy, heated kiss, his hand covering yours, pressing your palm harder against his erection. “f-fuck, easy, sweetheart...”

you can feel how hard he is through his pants, the thick outline pressing urgently against your palm. you kiss him back eagerly, your tongue meeting his. “need you...”

he groans against your lips, the desperate plea going straight to his cock. he kisses you harder, deeper, his hand removing yours from his pants so he can quickly shove his pants and boxers down. his length springs free, already leaking pre-cum. “i know... i’m right here.”

your eyes instantly drop, going wide at the sight of him. he’s big— thick and heavy, flushed tip already leaking. your thighs press together nervously, your breath catching.

gojo sees the slight hesitation in your eyes, the way your breath catches, the tiny flinch as his hand drifts down to your thigh. he pauses, holding completely still, giving you space to think. “hey... breathe for me.” he speaks softly, thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin. “we can stop anytime, okay?”

you take a deep breath, exhaling slowly before nodding. “okay…”

he watches you calm yourself down, then gently positions himself between your thighs. he tips his hips, not pushing forward but just resting against your entrance, letting you feel him. he leans down to kiss your forehead softly. “i’m going to go so slowly, sweetheart. tell me if it hurts, okay? we don’t have to do anything.”

you whimper softly at the feeling of him resting against your entrance, your thighs trembling involuntarily. you take another shaky breath, trying to relax your muscles. “okay...”

he kisses you slowly, his hands stroking your sides gently as he starts to press forward, inch by agonizing inch. he watches your face carefully. “breathe through it, baby... just breathe.”

you gasp as he starts to push inside, your nails digging slightly into his arms. the stretch is intense— you feel so full already with just the tip. you take shallow breaths, trying to relax.

he stills immediately at your wince, not backing out but just holding steady where he is. his jaw tightens, trying to hold back from groaning at the tightness. “good girl... you’re doing so well.”

you slowly exhale, forcing your muscles to relax around the thick intrusion. the burn fades slowly, turning into a heavy, overwhelming fullness.

he gives you another few seconds before pushing forward again, just a little more. he groans as you start to loosen around him, your body adjusting to his size. “that’s it... almost there,” he finally bottoms out, staying still once he's fully inside, your body wrapped tightly around him. he buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily.

gojo waits patiently, letting you adjust. his hips stay completely still despite how desperately he wants to move. he keeps kissing your neck and shoulder softly, murmuring encouragement. when he feels your muscles slowly relax and unclench around him, he exhales shakily. “good... doing so good for me.”

you squirm slightly, your hips shifting beneath him. “move... please, gojo...” you bite your lip, your legs trembling where they’re wrapped around his waist.

he obeys immediately, pulling back slowly until just the tip remains inside before sliding forward again. it’s a gentle, shallow thrust— nothing too deep, nothing too fast. his hips roll against yours in small circles, letting you get used to the movement. “this okay?”

you nod quickly, your back arching as the sensation hits different. a soft whine escapes your lips, your hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. “yeah, keep going…”

he builds a slow, steady rhythm, keeping his thrusts shallow and controlled. his eyes never leave your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. every time he slides back in, he goes just a fraction deeper, letting you adjust gradually. his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing in small circles. “you’re taking me so perfectly...”

your head falls back, a broken moan slipping past your lips as his thumb finds that sensitive bud. the dual sensation is overwhelming. your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

he can’t help the deep moan that escapes him as you clench around him. he’s trying to be gentle, but fuck, you feel incredible. he starts to lose control slightly, his hips picking up speed just a little, going a bit deeper with each thrust. “shit... baby...”

you cry out, eyes rolling back as he starts to move faster and deeper. the sudden change in rhythm sends a jolt of pleasure through you, your inner walls contracting around him tightly. you lift your hips slightly, meeting his thrusts.

ragged grunts fall from his lips as he sinks deeper, his composure unraveling with every thrust. “fuck... you feel so good, sweetheart. best thing i’ve ever felt...” he pants heavily against your neck, his rhythm becoming harder but still careful. “so perfect... god, you’re driving me crazy...”

your nails rake down his back as he picks up the pace, your legs wrapping around him even tighter.

he nearly loses his mind when your nails rake down his back, dragging sharp lines over his muscles. the sensation makes him groan deep and broken, his hips snapping harder against yours instantly. he buries his face in your neck, thrusting deeper now, desperate. “there it is... just like that...”

your breath hitches, your whole body starting to tremble as the familiar coil starts to form in your stomach. “gojo…”

he hears the change in your voice— the desperation, the way his name falls from your lips. he shifts his hips, hitting that deep, perfect spot inside you over and over, his thumb rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit. “i know, i know…” he groans, his rhythm turning harder and deeper.

your back arches off the bed, your whole body tensing as you teeter on the edge. pleasure shoots through you with every brutal thrust, your pussy fluttering and grasping around him desperately.

gojo groans deeply, his body tensing as he feels you start to clench around him. he’s right there with you, his orgasm building quickly as he watches your face twist with pleasure. “that’s it... come all over my dick...”

you shatter instantly at his words, your body convulsing around him as pleasure crashes over you in violent waves. a loud, broken cry tears from your throat, your thighs locking around his waist as you come hard.

he groans loudly into your neck, his hips slamming against yours as he rides out your orgasm, your pussy squeezing him ruthlessly. the feeling is so intense that his own climax hits hard and fast, spilling over inside you as he collapses against you, breathing heavily. “ahh— fuck... fuck…”

you collapse back against the bed, panting heavily as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through you.

he continues shuddering inside you, his cock twitching and pulsing repeatedly, pumping wave after wave deep inside you. he buries his face in your shoulder, whining helplessly as his hips stutter against you. “baby… shit, you ruined me.”

he slowly comes down with you, his breathing finally starting to slow. he presses a lazy kiss to your shoulder, still buried inside you, not ready to pull out yet. his arms wrap around you possessively, pulling you closer against his chest. “hey...” he murmurs softly, thumb stroking your hip. “you okay? did that feel good?”

you turn your head to press a gentle kiss against his cheek, a content sigh escaping your lips. your arms wrap around his neck, holding him close as you nestle against his chest. “more than okay. it felt amazing.”

a satisfied, proud smile spreads across his face at your words. he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “good... i’m glad.” he sighs contentedly, his body relaxing around yours.

⭑.ᐟ CHOSO KAMO

you’re sitting on choso’s lap, your legs wrapped around his waist as you kiss him deeply. your hands roam over his chest, feeling the muscular definition beneath your palms.

as you pull back, his lips are slightly parted, breath hitched, as if he’s desperately wanting more but also trying to look out for your comfort and boundaries.

he gently runs his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and gentle as he maintains eye contact with you. “hey,” he murmurs. “are you okay?”

you smile softly at his concern. you lean into his touch, closing your eyes briefly before opening them again to look at him. “mhm. i’m okay,” you whisper, your voice husky.

he smiles back, his thumbs tracing small circles against your thighs where his hands rest, thumbing the hem of your shorts. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “i could stay like this forever.”

you watch him, your breath catching as he begins to slide your shorts down. you don’t stop him, but there’s a flicker of nervousness in your eyes.

your shorts slide down your hips, pooled around your thighs now. choso kisses you again, deeper this time, one hand sliding up your back while the other stays resting on your thigh, fingers barely brushing the edge of your underwear. “is this okay?”

you melt instantly into the kiss, a soft, approving hum vibrating in your throat. when you feel his fingertips graze the lace of your underwear, a visible shiver runs down your spine. “yes,” you breathe out, voice trembling slightly.

he lets out a pleased hum against your lips, kissing you more fervently now as his hand finally slips beneath the waistband of your underwear. his fingers trail slowly, giving you time to pull away, but when you don’t, he slides them lower, finding you already wet and ready. “so wet...” he breathes against your mouth.

a soft gasp escapes your lips as his thumb circles your clit slowly, deliberately. his other hand steadies your hip, keeping you securely on his lap as you squirm slightly. he watches your face intently, reading every twitch of your brows, every hitch in your breathing. “does that feel good?”

a small, embarrassing whimper slips out before you can catch it, your fingers clutching at his shoulders for support. your thighs tremble slightly, and you can feel yourself getting even wetter under his touch. “mhm...”

he smirks, pleased at your reaction, rubbing firmer now with just enough pressure to make you writhe. one of his fingers slips inside you, slow and careful, curling perfectly to hit that spot that makes your back arch.

your whole body jolts at the intrusion, a surprised moan escaping your lips. your head falls back, your hips rolling involuntarily against his hand. “shit, right there—“

he kisses along your jaw and down your neck, fingers working you open with slow, steady thrusts. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, punctuating his words with soft nips and kisses. “so fucking beautiful when you’re like this,”

your hips start moving with him now, chasing every stroke, every circle of his thumb. “i need more,” you gasp, your voice breaking.

he groans softly against your neck, the vibration sending a jolt through you. he carefully adds a second finger, stretching you open, scissoring them slowly to prepare you. “i know, baby, i know...” he whispers, kissing his way back to your lips. “tell me what you need.”

“i need you, choso.” you breathe out, the stretch of his fingers making your hips jerk.

he pauses, fingers stilling inside you but not pulling out. “are you sure?” his voice is rough but careful. “we’ve never— i don’t want to—“

you cut him off with a desperate kiss, pouring every ounce of trust and need into it. when you pull back, your forehead presses against his. “yes, i’m sure.” your hips roll on his fingers, reminding him where they are. “you won’t hurt me.”

he nods slowly, his features softening with relief and desire. he removes his fingers and positions himself between your legs, rubbing the head of his length against you teasingly. “you trust me that much?” he asks softly.

you nod eagerly. your hands shake slightly as you wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer.

he leans down to capture your lips in a tender, reassuring kiss, shifting his hips so he’s lined up perfectly with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, agonizingly gentle, giving you every second to adjust to his size. “breathe, just breathe…” he whispers against your mouth, rocking forward inch by inch. “tell me if it hurts.”

you gasp softly into his mouth, eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming stretch. your fingers dig hard into his shoulders, clinging for support.

choso catches the slight wince instantly. he slows down immediately, kissing your forehead and whispering soft praises against your skin. “i got you, pretty girl... breathe...” he pushes in slowly, stopping whenever your breathing catches until he’s fully seated inside you.

a shaky exhale escapes your lips as you slowly adjust to the fullness. you cling to his shoulders, your body trembling under his touch.

he gives you a moment to adjust, his own breathing ragged with the effort of holding back. once you start to move slightly against him, he starts moving slowly, his hips rocking gently against yours.

your back arches slightly at the first thrust, a soft gasp catching in your throat.

choso leans down, his forehead resting against yours. “are you okay, baby?” his voice is soft and concerned, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

you meet his gaze immediately, pressing your forehead firmly against his. you let out a soft, shaky breath. “yes, i’m okay,” you whisper reassuringly, your fingers threading gently into his hair.

his grip tightens on your hips, a broken whimper escaping his lips as he feels you squeeze around him. “you’re so… fuck—“ he buries his face in your neck, breathing hard, his hips stuttering from the overwhelming sensation. “so tight... you feel so good.”

your hips start moving more eagerly, the earlier soreness melting into pleasure as every slow thrust hits that spot inside you.

within minutes, choso has you panting against his shoulder, your body bouncing on his lap. every few strokes, he angles his hips just right to hit that spot that makes your thighs tremble. “there?” he asks breathlessly, watching your face contort with pleasure. “right there?”

your head falls back, eyes fluttering closed. a desperate whimper escapes you, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “yes... right there, oh god, choso, please don’t stop...”

his pace quickens, no longer gentle—desperate sounds spilling from his throat as he pounds into you from below. you clench around him and he whines, burying his face in your neck. “can’t… gonna—“ his thrusts become erratic, losing rhythm as he chases his release. “you feel so good... so good, baby...”

your thighs are trembling violently now, squeezing around him. when he hits that spot especially hard, a loud, shameless moan tears from your throat.

“that’s it... so pretty... so fucking pretty when you make those sounds...” he hits that spot again, his rhythm relentless.

your entire body tenses, that familiar pressure building deep inside your stomach. you’re so close you can taste it—panting heavily against his neck, nails digging crescents into his skin. “choso… i’m—“ you stutter, voice breaking.

“i know, baby... let go for me...” he reaches down to rub your clit in tight circles, matching the pace of his hips. “come for me, pretty girl... let me have it.”

the dual stimulation sends you over the edge instantly. a cry tears from your throat, back arching off him as you clamp down on him hard, pleasure crashing over you. your legs lock around his waist, nails raking down his back.

“that’s it... look at you...” he works you through it, rubbing your clit until your thighs stop shaking. “so gorgeous, baby...”

choso’s hips stutter wildly, a high-pitched whimper tearing from his throat as he buries himself deep inside you. he floods you with his release, his entire body trembling against yours. “f-fuck— nngh…”

your body convulses at the feeling of him releasing inside you. you pant against his neck, too overwhelmed to speak. your pussy continues fluttering around him, milking every last drop as he groans.

choso stays buried inside you, his forehead pressed against your neck, breath coming in ragged gasps. his body trembles with aftershocks— more whimpers and soft sounds escaping him as he rides out each wave of pleasure. his arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close. “mmm... baby...”

after a few moments, he slowly pulls back to look at you, his pupils still slightly dilated and his cheeks flushed. he searches your expression, gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “are you okay?” his voice is soft and gentle, his thumb lightly caressing your cheek.

you look up at him, still panting softly. a lazy, satisfied smile spreads across your face as you look up at him through hooded eyes. “mhm... i’m okay. more than okay.”

a genuine, soft smile spreads across his face. he leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking your cheek affectionately. “did so good for me... took me so well.” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against yours.

⭑.ᐟ HIROMI HIGURUMA

higuruma has you pinned against his mattress, his knees digging into the soft sheets, caging you in completely.

his lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands roaming over your body. he bites and sucks at the sensitive skin, marking you with hickies as he goes.

a sharp gasp escapes your throat when his teeth sink into your skin. your entire body feels rigid beneath his touch, your thighs pressing together nervously.

higuruma notices the tension in your muscles immediately. every time his hands drift a little lower, or his kisses get a bit too intense, he feels you stiffen beneath him. he pauses his assault on your neck, lifting his head to look down at you.

“are you alright?” he asks, his voice low and husky from the arousal coursing through his veins. but despite his obvious desire, he’s concerned. he can sense something off, something holding you back. his brows furrow slightly as he searches your face.

you hesitate before nodding quickly. “yeah, i’m fine.”

he doesn’t look entirely convinced, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your expression. the hand resting on your waist gives a gentle squeeze. “you’re tense,” he observes quietly, his thumb stroking your side.

your chest rises and falls quickly with shallow breaths. you swallow hard, eyes darting away from his gaze. “i just... i’ve never…” you trail off.

his hand stops moving. he waits, giving you a moment of silence. he goes still on top of you, not moving his hands, not pushing forward either. “never... what?”

your face flushes hot at the question. “i’ve never... done this before.”

your confession hangs heavy in the air. his expression turns into a blend of surprise and something else, something softer. he swallows hard before speaking. “so you’re a virgin.”

“yes! okay?” you snap, voice cracking slightly.

“hey, easy, easy...” he shifts his weight, rolling off you slightly but keeping his face close. “nothing’s wrong with that.”

higuruma’s lips move against yours again in a soft, reassuring kiss before moving to press tender pecks along your jawline, murmuring soothing words between each one.

your tense muscles slowly begin to unwind beneath him, responding to the gentle kisses. “you’re beautiful,” he murmurs against your jaw. “so gorgeous like this.”

he pulls back slightly to look at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “listen to me,” he says softly, his voice low and commanding despite the gentleness of his touch.

“we go at your pace. not mine.” he shifts slightly, propping himself on one elbow instead of caging you completely. “if you want to stop anytime, you say so. and i stop. immediately.” he pauses.

your chest loosens visibly at his words, the anxiety draining out of your posture. your eyes search his face, looking for any sign of insincerity, but you find only reassurance. “okay,”

he nods once, accepting your agreement. his hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “good.” he murmurs, leaning back in slightly.

he kisses you again, this time even slower and deeper. his hand comes up to cradle your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone. he pulls back just enough to press his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “relax,” he murmurs against your lips.

his hands move slowly, deliberately mapping out your body with careful reverence. he starts at your waist, his palms sliding under your shirt to rest against your skin, his thumbs tracing soothing circles against your hips. when you don’t tense up, his hands roam higher, fingertips ghosting over your ribs.

your breath hitches as his hands slide under your shirt, your skin breaking out in goosebumps at the contact. when he moves higher, you inhale sharply, your ribs contracting under his touch.

he breaks the kiss just long enough to grab the hem of your shirt and slowly pull it up and over your head, his eyes never leaving yours. he tosses the shirt aside carelessly, his attention immediately back on you.

his fingers hook under the clasp at your back, his eyes locked with yours for permission. when you don’t flinch or tense, he unclasps it with practiced ease, letting it fall away. he doesn’t immediately touch, just stares for a moment.

he leans down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his hands finally moving to cup your breasts gently. his thumbs brush over your nipples softly, testing the waters.

your head tips back instinctively, a soft sigh escaping your lips as his mouth presses against you. when his thumbs brush over your sensitive peaks, you let out a small gasp.

the sound makes his grip tighten slightly. his mouth trails lower until his tongue flicks out to taste your skin. he kisses each breast before taking one nipple between his lips, sucking gently.

you arch your back involuntarily, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as his mouth closes around your nipple. the sensation is new and overwhelming— his warm, wet mouth tugging gently on that sensitive bud. your fingers thread through his hair.

the sharp tug on his hair makes him groan low against your skin, vibrating through you. he loves that reaction— your fingers in his hair, the needy gasp escaping your throat. he doubles down, swirling his tongue, his other hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

higuruma’s hand drifts slowly down your stomach, his fingertips tracing the waistband of your pants. he keeps his mouth on your breast, sucking and licking just enough to keep you distracted while his hand slides under the fabric. he pauses right at the waistband of your underwear, his palm splaying against your lower abdomen.

he pulls his mouth away and looks up at you, his lips swollen. “still okay?” his voice is rough with the effort of holding back. “we can stop right here if you need to.”

you look down at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly. you hesitate briefly, then nod slowly. “yes, keep going. please.”

he doesn’t hesitate. his hand slides lower, fingers hooking into the fabric of your underwear and slowly dragging it down your legs along with your pants. he helps you kick them off, tossing them aside before settling back between your legs.

you gasp as the cool air hits your bare skin, suddenly feeling very exposed.

he stares at you, completely captivated. his hands shake slightly as they rest on your thighs, gently spreading them apart. “fuck,” he whispers under his breath, more to himself than to you. he leans down, pressing a soft kiss just above your pubic bone, his eyes never leaving yours.

without warning, his mouth closes over your most sensitive area, his tongue delving deep. he groans against you, a sound that vibrates straight through your core. his hands grip your thighs possessively, pulling them wider apart as he devours you.

your entire body jolts, a strangled cry escaping your throat. your hips tilt upward, seeking more contact as his warm tongue wraps around you.

higuruma doubles down immediately, treating your clit with messy, wet devotion— lapping, sucking, and swirling with his tongue. his hands hold your thighs open, keeping you from closing them, utterly obsessed with the sounds you’re making.

your head falls back against the mattress, hips bucking instinctively against his mouth, fingers tangling desperately in his hair.

he groans deeply against your clit, the vibration shooting straight up your spine. he loves the desperate pull on his hair, guiding him exactly where you need him. he flattens his tongue, dragging it slowly before focusing tight, rapid circles on your clit. “you taste so good,”

he pulls away just long enough to bring two fingers to his lips, coating them thoroughly in his saliva before sliding them down to your entrance. he watches your face intently as he slowly pushes one finger inside, then a second, stretching you carefully. he curls them upward, finding that spongy spot inside you.

your back bows off the bed the moment he slides the first finger inside, the stretch foreign but not painful. then two fingers, and when he curls them upward, stars burst behind your eyelids. you whimper desperately, your thighs trembling around his head, trying to press him closer. “there, right there—“

the arch of your back drives you deeper onto his fingers, and he takes full advantage. he seals his mouth back over your clit, sucking rhythmically in time with his fingers.

your internal muscles clench around his fingers, pulsing desperately in time with his mouth.

your orgasm hits you hard, making your thighs quake around his head and your hands yank his hair. he watches you come undone, fascinated. your inner muscles squeeze his fingers in rhythmic pulses, your clit throbbing against his tongue.

once you’re finished, he moves slowly, pressing soft kisses along your trembling body— your hips, your stomach, your breasts. when he reaches your face, he hovers above you, his eyes dark and satisfied, lips glistening.

“that was beautiful,” he murmurs against your mouth before kissing you deeply— letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“you looked absolutely breathtaking. falling apart like that.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking your hip soothingly. “best thing i’ve ever seen.”

he moves slightly to the side, giving himself enough room to push his pants down, his erection springing free immediately.

your eyes widen at the sight, your pulse spiking immediately. your mouth falls open as your eyes fixate on his hard length, bigger than you expected.

seeing your shocked expression only makes him harder. he keeps his gaze locked on yours as his hand begins to move up and down his cock— slow, deliberate strokes. he circles his thumb over the head, spreading the slick pre-cum beading there. “tell me you’re still okay with this.” his voice is low, barely controlled.

you swallow hard, your eyes flicking back to him— watching his hand work his length. “yes, i want this.” you whisper, voice shaky but certain. “please,”

“i’ll go slow,” he promises, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. “if it hurts too much, we stop immediately. okay?” he’s being so gentle, so careful, despite the clear need in his eyes and the way his hips twitch forward instinctively.

you nod, biting your lower lip nervously as you feel him press against you.

he starts pushing in, watching your face closely for any signs of discomfort as he breaches you inch by inch, his forearms trembling with the effort to go slow.

you suck in a breath, eyes squeezing shut as you feel yourself being stretched. your fingers dig into his arms, nails digging into his skin.

“breathe,” he instructs softly, pausing completely when you wince. “just breathe through it. i’m almost all the way in.” he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “you’re doing so well.”

you try to follow his instruction, inhaling and exhaling raggedly. the burn is intense, but his touch is so gentle, so careful. it eases the panic rising in your chest.

a groan rumbles from his chest— raw and strained. his forehead presses against your shoulder, jaw clenched tight. “fuck,” he breathes out, his voice strained with the effort of staying still. “you’re so tight…” his hand trembles as he braces himself against the mattress, his body rigid with barely contained need.

he takes a deep, shuddering breath as he finally bottoms out fully inside you. he stays there, buried deep, giving your body time to adjust to his size.

“are you okay?” he asks softly, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. his forehead is pressed against your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. his body is trembling slightly, holding back. “does it hurt too much?”

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. your voice is barely a whisper, still processing the overwhelming fullness inside you. “no, move, please...”

the permission breaks his restraint immediately. he starts with slow, deep strokes, pulling halfway out before pushing back in, letting your body adjust to his size. “there we go...” he murmurs against your throat, praising you softly. “good girl, doing so perfect.” the stretch is intense and overwhelming, but he moves with absolute care. “breathe for me, sweetheart.”

the slow, deep strokes are almost too much. he’s hitting something inside you that makes you see stars, even with him being so careful.

he keeps his forehead pressed firmly against yours, sharing your breath while he moves. “that’s it,” he pants, kissing your nose softly between slow, deep strokes. his hands stroke your hair and your face, soothing you even while his large size stretches you open. “you’re doing amazing.”

you dissolve into soft whimpers and breathless moans, your hands clinging weakly to his shoulders as he keeps that slow rhythm. the overwhelming stretch begins to shift into a deep, pulsing pleasure you hadn’t expected.

he bottoms out again, his thick length hitting that spot deep inside you just right. he swivels his hips gently, grinding against you, and you arch beneath him with a loud moan. “there… does that feel good?” he asks, voice husky with desire.

you nod frantically, your voice coming out wrecked. “yes... yes, right there, oh fuck—“

he lets out a shaky breath, his whole body trembling slightly as he feels your inner muscles clench around him. “f-fuck,” he stammers, his hips stuttering forward involuntarily. “you feel so good... so warm and tight around me.”

heavy, ragged gasps fill the quiet room. his hands grip your thighs tightly as he lifts them higher, changing the angle. his face is buried in your neck, muffled groans and praise falling from his lips. “i’m… i’m close...”

the new angle hits even deeper, grinding against that sweet spot with every slow, deliberate thrust, driving you closer to the edge. “mmm, me too, don’t stop, higuruma, please—“

he finds your clit with skilled fingers, rubbing tight, fast circles. his thrusts become erratic— deeper, harder, hitting that precise spot inside you with every stroke. “come with me,” he breathes against your lips. “let go. i’m right there with you.” his strokes become messier, more desperate— his control snapping. “god, i’m gonna fill you up.”

the combination of his fingers on your clit and the relentless pounding on your sweet spot pushes you over the edge. your pussy clamps down hard, milking his length as waves of pleasure crash through you.

the feeling of your walls squeezing him impossibly tight sends him over the edge. higuruma loses it— thrusting deep and hard as he comes inside you with a guttural moan. “fuck—“ he cries against your neck as he spills inside you in thick, hot pulses. his entire body trembles, his forehead dropping against yours.

he stays inside you, both of you trembling and gasping as the aftershocks roll through you. he presses soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips—small pecks between heavy breaths.

you’re a trembling, breathless mess beneath him, your body still spasming occasionally around his softening cock. your eyes are hazy, lips parted as you try to catch your breath.

“you were absolutely perfect,” he murmurs immediately, smoothing your messy hair back with trembling hands. “took me so beautifully...” he kisses your temple softly, rubbing your hip to soothe you. “so proud of you.”

torupng

GIRL’S FUN .ᐟ

゛★ kirara hoshi is your best friend… with benefits.

headcanons .ᐟ ⋆ uni au ⋆ wlw ⋆ kirara has a dick ⋆ fingering ⋆ p in v ⋆ nsfw | mdni 18+ ⋆ art by @ teethink.

bfwb!kirara hoshi texts you after class almost every day just to come over and make out. she’ll let herself in with the key she has to your dorm and straddle your lap, her lips crashing onto yours instantly while her hands skim your waist and inch upwards, brushing the underside of your breasts as her tongue slips into your mouth.

bfwb!kirara hoshi who makes you do her uni work and assignments while she sits for hours in front of your mirror trying out new makeup looks she finds on pinterest. she has a whole board of flashy and colorful looks she wants to test. she’s never been the academic type, and you’ve always been the studious one, so she knew you’d be down to help her.

bfwb!kirara hoshi rewards you for your hard work after she finishes her makeover by finger-fucking the hell out of you until you’re a shivering, whining, aching mess under her. she loves how needy you get for her when she touches you just right. she’ll stuff two slender fingers inside, pumping and curling them deep until you’re begging her to let you cum. “my pretty girl wants to cum, does she?” she’ll tease, kissing you with her fresh lipstick on. “cum on my fingers. you earned it for working so hard.”

bfwb!kirara hoshi loves doing your makeup. she’ll sit on your lap, thighs on either side of your legs with her palette laid out on the bed next to you. and when she’s done she snaps so many pictures of you and her, adding them to the album she has dedicated to you on her phone. it’s filled with pictures of the two of you—some family-friendly and some definitely not. after she’s done with your makeup, she’ll pull your panties off and bury her face between your legs, her tongue working you over until your tears ruin the makeup she just put on you.

bfwb!kirara hoshi who comes over just to stay the night and cuddle with you. she loves burying her face in your neck or your chest, one leg thrown over yours while she plays with your hair, fingers twirling your strands around them until she’s out cold.

bfwb!kirara hoshi who doesn’t do it often, but sometimes she’ll fuck you for real. her cock sliding through your soaked folds—back and forth, up and down—until you’re dripping, and then she’ll slip inside, letting out a soft moan. she leans down to press her lips to yours while her hips thrust into you slowly and deeply, her cock hitting all your sweet spots as she murmurs things like “you like that, hm?” and “it feels so good inside you, my pretty girl.”

bfwb!kirara hoshi who always makes sure you cum before she does. she’ll hold back just enough for you—those slow thrusts driving you over the edge until you’re spasming and twitching around her dick, nails digging into her back. then she’ll pull out and grind herself against your folds until she finishes too. she’ll collapse onto you, sighing and breathing heavily. “fuck, that was really nice…” she’ll mumble before falling asleep right there on top of you.

bfwb!kirara hoshi who’s always dragging you out shopping. she’ll spend hours in stores trying clothes on and making you help her decide what to buy and what to pass on. even though she’s more than capable of picking out her own stuff, she just wants you there because she loves your company and craves your approval on everything she gets.

bfwb!kirara hoshi who starts catching feelings because maybe she isn’t built for the whole “no strings attached” thing. she doesn’t confess—she’s too unsure for that. what if you don’t feel the same? or worse, what if saying it out loud makes things weird and she loses you as both a best friend and a fuckbuddy. so instead she just buries her feelings and pretends they don’t exist.

bfwb!kirara hoshi whose liking for you starts bleeding through in more ways than one. she wants to be around you more. gets needier when you’re having sex, pulling you tight against her and whispers the sweetest, most intimate things in your ear. when you’re done she cuddles you even closer than before, asks if she can spend the night—and who are you to ever say no to her?

bfwb!kirara hoshi who loves, more than ever, having her tits played with. seeing you grope and tease them gets her harder than anything. she loves when your nails flick and tease her pretty nipples, when you take them in your mouth and suck while she’s sitting in your lap. the way your tongue feels so warm and attentive. her fingers tighten in your hair and she presses her chest harder against your mouth.

bfwb!kirara hoshi who one day lets it slip that she likes you. it happens so stupidly while you’re just chatting about whatever. she gets flustered immediately, tries to take it back, but before she can even finish, your lips are on hers and your hands are wrapping around her waist as you pull her down onto the bed. after that, she lets you take the lead, doing whatever you want to her. “fuck, I was so worried—” she’d whimper, breathing heavily. “I thought I fucked it up.”

bfwb!kirara hoshi who ends up being the sweetest, most loving and attentive girlfriend you’ve ever had. she loves you so much and she makes no secret of it—she gets jealous, she gets needy, she gets clingy, she gets insecure—but that’s what makes her who she is and you love every part of her.

#𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

choivae

"EMO GUYS DON'T GO TO THE GYM"

CHOSO KAMO ⸝⸝ 7.3k ⸝⸝ summary: when his regular gym closes down, choso is forced to use the crowded university facility—a frustrating change of routine that vanishes the moment he lays eyes on you. for a month, he plays the part of the quiet, deeply respectful art student who spots you during late-night workouts, quietly hiding a consuming infatuation behind his oversized hoodies.

contents heavy smut (18+ mdni) fem!reader college au art major!choso and reader silent pining perv cho soft dom size difference cho has tattoos and piercing scent kink/fixation solo play shower sex oral (fem receiving) body worship and praise multiple orgasms overstimulation sweet aftercare (lmk if i missed any!)

a/n: i've had this idea for a long timeeee, after so many weeks it's finally done hehe (and goodness it took 99% of my brainpower). choso + dualities make me absolutely FERAL—my head got so dizzy after writing this piece i need to take a step back and calm myself down

#𝐭𝐛𝐫 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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