𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲 ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა
suggestive, domestic, slice of life
<18+ NSFW>toji, sukuna, nanami, gojo, geto<18+ NSFW>
There comes a time in every relationship where the man in your life gets a little...antsy, so to speak. Maybe a little too helpful. A little too, “you look so good when you're angry.”
You got it: he’s horny. And bless his heart, he’s trying to hint at it.
So I present to you *drumroll*:
“What JJK Men Do When They’re Horny and Trying to Hint at It”
(In other words: how to spot the world’s most transparent mating rituals.)
He’s laid-back—at least, on the surface. Reclined in a chair, hand behind his head just enough to expose the edge of that deep, carved hipbone that should be illegal. He talks like nothing’s going on. Like you’re just hanging out. But his eyes…Oh, his eyes give him away. They drag over you like a predator. Just unhurried, lazy and oh so possessive.
And then he shifts just a bit. His hand grazes your exposed thigh and his gaze tilts up at you like he’s already imagined how you’d look in his lap. He licks his bottom lip without thinking then huffs a low laugh like he knows he shouldn’t be staring.
But he doesn’t stop. “You look good in those shorts.” The words are casual and loose. But his voice drops a full octave when he says it . Slow and low, skimming right down your spine.
“You mean the one i wear all the time?” You raise an eyebrow and shift to hide to way your skin reacts to his touch.
“Hm, I don’t recall.” Then, he leans back again. Opens his legs. Spreads them wide like a silent dare and rests one arm along the back of the couch behind you. (holy frick)
Ok, now you’re hot. Too hot. You feel your face flushing. Why did he have to be so sexy????
You’re watching his throat now. The way it moves when he swallows. The flex of muscle under skin.“I know what you’re doing, Toji.” You huff finally.
He just smiles like he knows exactly what kind of thoughts you’re having. And he’s in no rush. He’s going to make you stew in them.
He smells you before he even registers that you walked in. Warm skin, soap, and a hint of something floral. He grins like a cat who’s about to pounce.
There you are, towel wrapped just tight enough to make his eyes literally devour you and he’s already plotting how to ruin your day in the best way possible.
“Oh? Playing dress-up with the towel? Trying to get a rise out of me?” he says, voice dripping with wicked amusement.
You give him a “really?” look and keep walking. Big mistake. Because suddenly he’s behind you, his heat pressing against your back, and holy shit his pants are definitely doing the cha-cha. They are really, going at it. I mean you knew he was a grower but damn.
He leans in close, voice rough. “You have any idea what you do to me just by standing there?”
Your eyes dart down and yep. There it is. The shameless hard-on. In all its glory. In all it’s sexy…girthy…long…delicious glory. (i’m sorry he’s just really hot.)
You bite your lip, trying to keep a straight face, but inside you’re thinking, “Okay, damn. I see you. And frankly? I’m impressed.”
One thing about Kento, is that he stares.
Nanami’s just trying to mow the lawn like a responsible adult, minding his own business, when he catches you squatting down to pull weeds.
It’s innocent, right? Wrong.
Your shorts are cut so high that the curve of your ass is basically waving at him like a neon sign. And when you bend forward, your top shifts just enough to reveal the soft swell of your breasts almost right there in his line of sight.
He doesn’t mean to stare. Really. He’s just… caught off guard. He tries to look anywhere but there but the second his eyes catch that perfect view, everything goes south. Literally.
His jaw tightens, lawn mower suddenly sounds like way too loud to focus, and now…he’s definitely sporting an accidental hard-on. It’s almost as if he has to turn the lawn mower off completely to see properly.
Obviously you spot him, hands gripping the lawn mower a little too tightly, looking like he just swallowed a lemon. How could you not notice him. He’s just standing menacingly. And he looks really good doing it. Your eyes trail down his hot, muscular body. You stare at how sexy and golden the hairs on his arms look in the sunlight. Then you take a little peak at his package just cause. Oh, yeah. Smack. Right in your face. (i’m really trying to be civil here)
It takes a lot out of you not to bend over and present your whole being to him then and there so you settle for smirking and you call out, “If you’re gonna stare, at least help me pull weeds.”
He coughs, cheeks flaming behind those glasses. “I was, uh, inspecting the grass.”
You raise a brow. “Mhm. Suuuure.”
And the way his gaze flickers back down well, let’s just say you won’t be letting him off easy anytime soon.
Gojo’s got a PhD in Testing Your Limits with a Minor in ‘Bothering You Until You Climb Him Like a Tree.’ He’s touchy at baseline but when he’s horny? Every single graze, every wink, every casually suggestive comment is an audition for what he really wants to do.
He’s behind you in the kitchen, doing absolutely nothing to help with his arms wrapped around your waist as he sways you side to side like you’re slow dancing in the middle of making eggs. His hands shamelessly roamed your body but not in a sweet boyfriend way. This says “I’m imagining bending you over the counter.”
You elbow him lightly. “Can I help you?”
“Just admiring the view,” he hums, leaning in to kiss your neck. “And imagining what kind of sound you’d make if I bit right here.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Yeah,” he says, spinning you around and cupping your face like he’s about to say something profound. “Inside you.”
You choke on your own breath. “Why are you feral.”
He pulls you in for a kiss but it’s soft and misleading. His hand trails down, over your back, until it settles on your ass. He gives it a firm squeeze then a playful smack. You flinch, laughing in surprise.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he whispers, voice low and hot against your ear. “You’re quite tempting you know.”
And then his hand makes its way to your neck. He applies just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. His lips brush yours again and the kiss deepens like he’s daring you to lose your grip first. (i just knowww he knows every single thing that gets you going…my goodness…im sweating)
You pull back, flushed with your eyes wide. “Are you trying to seduce me or start something you can’t finish?”
He grins. “Baby, if I start something, I’m finishing. Twice.”
You wake up from a nap like the embodiment of coziness—hair messy, cheeks warm and blanket still half-draped over your thigh. You’re radiating that soft, sleepy heat. That sleepy, warm, clean scent is just taking over the atmosphere.
When Suguru walks into the bedroom he smells it before he even sees you.
He stops dead in his tracks like he’s been hit by a tranquilizer dart. His eyes go wide, pupils blown and his chest rises a little too fast.
“Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath like he’s in pain.
You blink at him, all squinty and half-conscious, still stretching with a yawn. What the heck was he on about?
He’s on you in two steps, crouching beside the bed like you’re some kind of relic. His nose brushes your shoulder, inhaling deeply like you’re a bath&body works candle.
“That smell…fuck, you’re so warm,” he murmurs, eyes practically rolling back. “I swear, I could sink into you and die happy.”
You blink at him again, a slow, sleepy smirk tugging at your lips. “You’re being so dramatic.”
But he’s not listening. His hand slides along your thigh, fingertips ghosting over the edge of your shorts like he was about to call a locksmith for your panties.
“You don’t get it,” he says, jaw clenching. “You smell like sleep and heat and…fuck—do you even know what that does to me?”
You giggle, which only makes it worse. His eyes flutter shut like he’s overwhelmed.
And when you shift, just slightly, he groans quiet and deep, like he’s physically holding himself back from just. sinking. it. in. (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah—)
Men are not subtle. Especially not JJK men.
And if one more of them gets hard just because you walked past them in a towel or smelled like a nap…honestly that’s just hot asf, I can’t lie.
Ryomen’s pitching a tent like it’s a camping trip.
Toji’s staring like the towel’s gonna evaporate if he concentrates hard enough.
Kento’s trying to pretend he's just “admiring the landscaping.”
Geto’s just one whiff away from dining on the kat like it’s a Michelin-star buffet.
And Gojo…That man touches you like he’s trying to trigger a sprinkler in your pants.
Anyway, hydrate. Stretch. Lock your door if Gojo’s anywhere within a 10-mile radius and you’re in anything less than a track suit.
And remember, just because he grabbed your ass and whispered “just admiring the view” doesn’t mean you owe him anything.
But you can laugh. Loudly. Preferably right before you make him beg. Cause it’s always better when they beg ;).
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