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when your venting to your friend about how your boyfriend never makes you cum, she makes you realize it’s not you…it’s him.

pairing: maki x f!reader

content warning!! : mature/mdni!! smut, afab! reader, maki pov, cheating, confident maki, shy/clueless reader,friends with benefits, clit stimulation, porn watching, little bit of embarrassment, fingering, sex toys, pussy eating, maki is an eater, she talks you through it, heavy praise, mommy kink, tears (of pleasure), cum eating, orgasm denial, drool, humping, scissoring, multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare, poc friendly.

“..and I just feel like such a weirdo because of it.” you muttered. your head rested in maki’s lap as scrolled aimlessly on her phone. from the angle you sat, maki’s hair sat pretty just below her ears, your glasses hanging low on her nose and her lips softly plump and lightly glosses from the constant relicking of them.

“mmmfh! maki, are you listening to me?!” maki’s eyes slid down from her phone and locked to yours, she pressed the power button turning her phone off and her full attention to you at the sound of your pouting.

“yeah you were saying how you feel like odd because you and your boyfriend share the same bathroom and you hate that you have an open trashcan..” she repeated back to you, hearing it from her lips did make it sound a little pathetic but to you it was a valid reason to feel weird.

maki smirked softly, adjusting her glasses and her position on the bed. she chuckled softly laughing at the way the smallest things embarrass you. although she was laughing you knew she wasn’t mocking you, just being the cause cocky maki that she tends to be without fail.

“cmon maki it’s not funny…what if he thinks i’m gross and he wants to stop being with me when he sees the stuff in there..?” your eyes averted hers and your voice got softer.

“y/n, if your boyfriend gets weirded out by the fact that your a girl..then maybe he likes guys.” it sounded like a joke but it was also just a little serious.

“hmp…”

JJK TEENS AS YOUR ANNOYING TALKING STAGE

Including! Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, and Maki Zen'in

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No warnings needed other than potential ooc. I was gonna do this w the adults, but I genuinely almost threw up imagining grown-ass men acting like that

satoru has a thing for your glasses. you're not sure what it is... or why it is. they're just lenses—you keep them on so that you don't run into walls or break traffic laws. they're practical, that's all. for you, at least.

for him? they drive satoru fucking crazy. his current obsession is the way they fog up when you're kissing and how they slide down the bridge of your nose when his teeth clash frantically against yours, spit mixing.

you'll be sitting on his lap, in nothing but one of his old shirts and panties, arousal soaking through the fabric of them, and right onto his boxers.

like now.

"fuck, you're so pretty, doll," satoru breathes, looking at you through his lashes. his hands sit firmly on your hips, keeping you close to him.

he watches with a grin as you huff in frustration, pushing your glasses back up. again. all because he won't let you take them off. despite that, your hips don't stop rolling against his, your clit catching on his budge with every motion.

soft moans slip past your lips, and he presses his mouth to yours, drinking them all up. he trails down to your neck, leaving wet kisses, occasionally stopping to suck softly on your skin.

"sato—i think m'close," you whine, gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter. your hips stutter against his, and he hums.

his voice is smooth, and he clicks his tongue, "yeah, baby? i can tell. go on, then."

that's really all it takes to push you over the edge, a broken gasp leaving your mouth. you struggle to keep moving against him, but satoru's hands guide you, hips bucking slightly up. he helps you ride your high out, murmuring sweet nothings.

"fuck me, 'toru?" you ask, breathy and dazed, but still needy. he responds by pulling you into another kiss. when your glasses knock against the bridge of his nose again, you pull back, wanting to toss them aside—

you sat against the headboard on your nintendo, humming to the cheery background tune in the new tomodachi life demo. you were customizing you and your boyfriend into the game, so there choso lied on your chest, messing with one of the many scattered plushies on the bed and listening to your mindless commentary on the game.

“i completely forgot our heights sh– ohmigosh, i'm dancing. wait, stop, stop dancing. i can’t do the heights, tell her to stop what the hell.”

but choso wasn’t fully there. his bare chest was flushed against your waist, his cheek against your rising and falling chest, and your bare legs were entangled with his as if you were one. of course he was turned on right now. he couldn’t help it when he’s so close to you.

he wanted your hands in his hair, your gaze upon him, your attention solely his—safe to say he was needy. he was restless, taking staggering breaths as he tried to allow the feeling to pass. his efforts were obviously futile, as his cock was hard against the bed, throbbing at every shift. his hand left the plushie, grazing over your thigh, watching the goosebumps appear across your skin. he could hear your breath hitch, your finger twitching, but your eyes stayed glued to the game.

“baby,” he murmured softly, barely above a whisper. he rose, hovering over your body, his brows furrowed with pleading eyes. his hands trailed up your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours before slowly removing the nintendo from your hands.

his lips pecked your cheek, traveling to the corners of your lips, “can’t you put this down for a second?”

your protests were weak( if there was any tbh) , “cho, i was making you…”

“but i’m right here?”

“smartass, i mean-“

before you knew it, his lips greedily latched onto yours, pulling you into a deep and desperate kiss. his tongue immediately slid into your mouth, twirling around yours.

he lifted your leg, resting it on his hip and placing a knee between them. you could feel his erection pulsating against you, teasing the inner corners of your thighs. you ate up his eager whimpers as his hands trekked up your thighs, slipping under your shorts and gripping your ass, leaving the area aching and red. his other hand found its way under your shirt, groping your breasts, rolling your buds between his two fingers. you squirmed under his touch, hands clinging to and scratching his biceps as you moaned pathetically into his mouth.

he broke this kiss for barely a second before swooping back in, devouring you whole, completely drunk of your taste. his hands left your nipple, instead holding the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the kiss. slick built up in your panties, soaking through and leaving a wet patch. lewd, wet smacking sounds filled the room as salvia dripped down his chin.

you could feel yourself growing hotter at the moment, feeling sweat build up between you two. before you died of overheating, he broke the kiss. a sinful string of salvia between your tongues followed for a split second before detaching.

both of your pupils were blown out, heaving and panting like dogs in heat. your fingers grew weak against his arms. “mm...ok, i’ll put the game down.”

➤ your horny boyfriend accidentally waking you up in the middle of the night.

➤ yuji ver. (coming soon!)

it was late at night, around 4:24am. you were out cold, knocked out in sleep yesterday was an extremely stressful day.

though megumi, wasn't asleep, you felt lots of shifting around in the bed. because well megumi was horny, he couldn't sleep. he couldn't get his body it shut down. he couldn't close his eyes and ignore the feeling.

he looked at your sleeping form, you were curled up in a ball, mouth slightly ajar, he thought it was the cutest sight imaginable, but that wasn't the only thing that was in his mind, his dick throbbing painfully in his pants, he needed to release it one way or another.

he was spooning you from behind, your body warmth only making his situation ten times worse. hardness pressing against your ass, each time he shifts, arms wrapped around you from behind, his face buried in the back of your neck, he closes his eyes again. trying to fall asleep.

but fuck, he needs to be relieved.

you mumble something megumi couldn't make out. falling deeper into sleep, he untangles himself from the grasp sitting up, sweat forming on his forehead.

he's so fucked.

he shifts further away from you on the bed, trying to be somewhat respectful but nothing about what he's about to do is respectful.

his hand finds his way into his pants before he could stop it, tugging at his boxers to pull them down just enough for his cock to spring free, he wraps his hand around the base, stroking slowly. starting from the tip, he doesn't want to wake you up, he's trying his best to be quiet. to hold in his noises but fuck it's so hard when he's so pent up like this.

he quickens his pace, spitting into his palm before stroking the shaft, tip leaking precum all over his palm, his hips buck into his hand, seeking the quick release, "nnnngh..."

you frown in your sleep, hearing the low whimper, mumbling something that sounds like "megumi?" before falling back into your deep slumber.

"fuck, fuck, fuck... y/n please." he moans your name in an attempt to be quiet, his head tips back against the headboard, eyes rolling back when his hand moves at a quicker pace, his hips buck uncontrollably into his palm, imagining it's your hand instead of his.

your eyes snap open in alarm at the sound of your name, quickly sitting up in a rush, to see megumi jerking off just right next to you.

what the hell?

"gumi?" you question slowly, his eyes snap back open, hand still wrapped around his cock, "fuck! fuck baby go back to sleep." he stops his movements, on his girth. "you kind of woke me up..." you look down at his hand on his cock, tip leaking precum on the bed sheets, and all over his palm. "i'm sorry baby. go back to sleep i'll go to the bathroom."

you grab his arm, before he could leave. "wait. do you want help?" you question, still eyeing down his cock, he looks at you like you just said you've committed murder. "well did i say something wrong?" he shakes his head instantly, "no!" he pauses, hand still on his girth, "i mean, i just wasnt expecting you to want to help me, that's all. you don't have to if you don't wanna." you roll your eyes, grabbing his hand away from his cock, replacing it with your own, "you needy little thing." he moans once he feels your palm on his girth, it feels perfect, the warmth of your hand gliding up and down his shaft feels like heaven.

"don't stop... please." he whimpers, hips bucking into your palm. his head falls against the headboard eyes practically hitting in the back of his head, "aaah... baby so good." you quicken the pace of your movements, your hand gliding along his girthy cock, pre-cum pooling all over your palm.

"you're doing so good f'me gumi." you urge him on, just the simple sound of your voice spurs him on, "shut up... just shut up." he says weakly. before it quickly turns into a cry of pleasure. his hips buck faster into your hand, signaling he's close to release.

"you gonna cum f'me baby?" he nods, tugging you closer. into a kiss, you melt into it immediately swallowing his pleas, and moans, his tongue finds yours, before slowly pushing the wet warmth down your throat, deepening the kiss. you slowly feel the change in control just by the way he's kissing you, your movements on his cock slow down a bit, attention focused solely on the feeling of his mount on yours.

his cock pulses around your hand, hips still bucking desperately. trying to get the most friction he can, you both pull back from the kiss panting, heavily "how close are you gumi?" he bucks his hips faster into your palm, head tipping back against the headboard, "really fucking close..." you stop your movements completely, pulling your hand away. to bring your head down between his thighs instead, he goes to process, though you quickly shut him up with the warmth of your mouth on his girth.

he whimpers your name immediately, his hands find their way to your hair, pulling gently at the top he needs something to hold on, something to tell him this is real.

you hollow your cheeks, hands stroking what can't fit in your mouth, he bucks his hips making you gag a little at the intrusion, though your throat constricts around his girth, pre-cum pooling all over your tongue you massage his thighs, slowly he moans out loudly holding your head down as his orgasm approaches quickly.

you choke, gagging on his large shaft, eyes watering but you don't pull away, "i'm so close..." he moans out. his hips lose their rhythm, just fucking up into your throat before you feel the pulse of his cock on your tongue his orgasm crashing over him, his vision flashing white, cumming down your throat, with a salty musky taste, a hint of sweetness fills your tastebuds you quickly gulp it down, before pulling away slowly, saliva still connected to his cock.

"you okay?" he questions softly, his voice hoarse, "yeah i'm okay gumi." you kiss his inner thigh before sitting up, "i think we should get cleaned up and wash the sheets yeah?" you nod.

"next time don't wake me up with your hormones, i won't always relive them y'know." he rolls his eyes, "i know that idiot." he runs a hand through your hair gently, "and to be fair, i didnt wake you up on purpose."

"yeah, yeah. let's clean the sheets and ourselves." he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, "i'll take care of the mess baby. i made it after all you just lay there and look pretty."

there definitely was another mess made after that statement.

In which you jump out of a moving car to spite Boyfriend!Sukuna

“—because he was just making conversation!”

Sukuna scoffs, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. “Bullshit. That guy wanted to fuck you.”

“Oh my god. So what!” you yell. “It’s not like I was gonna fucking let him!”

“Coulda fooled me.”

Just like that, your angry face, which matches his, warps into one of calm decision. With speed he doesn’t see coming, you unbuckle your seatbelt, push open the passenger door and jump out of the moving car into the dead of night.

The car screeches to a halt not even a second later. 

You’re pushing yourself up and testing the soreness in your ankle when a car door slams shut and Sukuna comes marching over to you. “You crazy, fucking bitch!” he snaps. Sukuna grabs your face, growling when you try to pull away. He inspects every inch of you, brows furrowed, and piercings glinting under the streetlights. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“I got a bitch ass boyfriend, that’s what’s wrong with me,” you grumble.

He ignores that. “You break anything? Wrist? Ankle? Dislocated your shoulder?” You shake your head. “Well, that’s a fucking shame.” Though as he says that, he can’t quite hide the tremors in his hands. Quieter now, he mutters with a tight frown, “Scratched your pretty face up. Fuck. Lost your one redeeming quality.”

“Okay, so I’m gonna walk home,” you say, deadpan. “I’ll see you around, asshole.” 

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated noise. Then he smacks his lips against yours before you can actually start walking away (not that he’d let you get very far). “Alright, alright. You fucking win. Congrats. Christ. Get back in the car — we’re going to the hospital to get you checked out. Fucking dumbass.”

A hospital visit later, you’re in bed with him, cuddled up like nothing happened. It’s how arguments with him tend to go; neither of you really hold grudges against each other. Not when you’ve fucked any grievances out after. The last mention of today’s incident, however, comes in his sleepy mumble against the top of your head: “push me out instead.”

“Hmm?”

Sukuna’s hold around your body tightens, threatening to suffocate you with his hard chest. “Don’t jump out of the car. It’s stupid. Your body’s weak. Skin bruises easily. Cuts easily too. Just kick me out instead. I deserve it, I know... bonus points if it's into oncoming traffic.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Thank you, baby.”

it’s no secret that your boyfriend, yuji, is obsessed with you.

everyone knows.

your friends are more then aware. nobara can’t get through telling you a single story without yuji ending up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, nodding along with whatever you’re saying. megumi has a homework question? yuji’s inserting himself into the conversation, latching onto your waist.

“you’re so smart, baby,” he tells you, a huge, happy grin on his face. “always helping everyone.”

megumi just stares at him.

when you laugh softly, patting yuji’s arm, he squeezes you tighter. this typically makes nobara gag.

it doesn’t stop there.

if you’re sitting, he’s next to you. if there’s no space next to you, he makes space. if you’re standing, his hand is in yours, always.

he’s warm. clingy, and affectionate in a way that’s so constant it becomes second nature.

yuji also loves touching you.

it’s constant. your hands clasped together. he likes when you loop his arm through his. your fingers in his hair.

god, he loves when you play with his hair.

the second your hand drifts up he’s melting, shoulders dropping, eyes softening. he sighs happily and lands in your lap, curling into you as you lace your gentle fingers through it.

“mmm, don’t stop,” he mumbles, voice already going soft.

it’s worse when you leave him alone for a few hours.

when you get back to your apartment you’re not surprised to find he’s already let himself in. you barely make it through the front door before he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a content exhale.

“i missssed you,” he mumbles into your neck.

“yuji, i was gone for two hours,” you laugh.

“yeah,” he says like you proved his point. “two hours too long.”

it’s also in the way he looks at you.

always soft. always bright, like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s still a little shocked about it.

you catch him staring sometimes. you’ll be mid-conversation. mid-laugh. mid-anything, actually.

“what?” you’ll ask him.

“…nothing.”

“you’re staring.”

“yeah,” he admits easily. he smiles. “i like looking at you.”

your face heats instantly. “yuji—”

“whaaat?” he grins wider, grabbing onto you again. “you’re pretty,” he says matter-of-factly, and you cover your face.

or : “he’s too clingy,” nobara comments, watching yuji jog over to you after classes. “like a puppy.”

“he’s adorable,” you say softly, giggling as yuji crash lands into you, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“hi, baby,” he’ll say, kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips softly. “you know i like you, right?”

you snort. “i would hope so.”

“no, like..i really like you.”

your chest warms. “i know, yuji.” you run your fingers through his hair in that way he likes. “you’re so good to me,” you mumble into his hair. “the sweetest boy ever.”

he smiles into your neck at the praise, arms tightening around you, happily. this is where he wants to be.

choso’s eyes widen and he makes a small, choked sound. his cheeks turn bright red, his entire body stiffening.

“i—i…you..we can..?” he stammers, voice barely above a whisper. his hands are gripping your bedsheets so hard his knuckles are turning white.

“yeah, you can kiss your girlfriend, cho,” you murmur, tongue swiping over your bottom lip. his wide eyes follow the movement, and he swallows thickly.

choso’s face flushes further and he slowly, hesitantly leans towards you. his eyes flutter closed just as his lips softy touch yours in a gentle kiss. his hands stay frozen on his thighs, not knowing what to do with them.

you slot your lips gently against his, hand curling at the base of his neck before you pull back slightly, smile etched on your lips. “you can touch me, you know.”

choso looks at you like you’ve just presented him with an impossible math problem.

“wh—where?” his breath hitches and he tentatively places a warm hand on your thigh, the other hovering awkwardly near your waist. “here?”

“sure,” you giggle, pulling him back to your lips from his nape.

he makes a soft whimpering sound against your lips, his hand on your thigh tightening slightly. the hand hovering near your waist finally settles at your lower back, pulling you closer.

your hands trail from his neck into his hair, gently tugging at his inky strands, and choso makes another desperate sound that goes straight to your core, his hand slipping just under the hem of your shorts.

choso gasps softly against your mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment. his eyes are hazy with want, lips slightly swollen.

i definitely just touched her underwear, he thinks to himself, mind racing. lace. it was lace. oh my god, she hates me. she’s gonna hate me. am i supposed to tell her it was an accident? do i pretend it never happened?

choso feels his pants growing tighter. he nearly faints on the spot out of embarrassment. no, no, no, not now, nonono—

unaware of his inner turmoil, you pout, tilting his head towards you again. “cho, baby. what’s wrong?”

“nothing!” he chokes out immediately. “this is just—it’s so good, i—“

“we’ve only kissed a little,” you tease, pushing his hair back delicately. his eyes flutter shut when your nails scrape gently against his scalp, and his cock throbs very insistently in his pants. both of his hands tense on your waist immediately. god, she’s gonna think i’m so weird. think of something else. think of broccoli. i hate broccoli. or—or boring, three hours movies. or..or…

choso loses his train of thought when you straddle his lap, eyes glinting at him before you kiss his jaw softly, sucking at a spot just below his ear. he whines, head tilting back, hands automatically gripping your hips. your lips on his neck send electric shocks straight to his groin, making him throb painfully against your core. “mmnh—“

when you start kissing him again — with tongue, he tells himself — he nearly whimpers. his hands pull your waist down onto him, straining for friction.

you pull your shirt over your head, breathless, eyes blown wide as you look at your cute, adorable boyfriend. he gulps, brain short-circuiting with your tits eye-level to his face.

you pull his hair, tilting his head up to yours, and he moans as he gazes at your parted lips, your lust-blown eyes.

he promptly cums in his pants at the sight with a full-body shudder, panting, a whine getting caught in his throat. “oh—oh my god, i’m so sor—“

“shhh, cho, s’okay,” you mumble, kissing the corner of his mouth before laughing softly and dropping to your knees between his legs, lidded eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

choso nearly has an aneurysm.

dry humping Yuuji and grinding yourself on his clothed cock, covered by his boxers but it feels too good and you’re too desperate to wait to have him inside.

You’re twisting tongues in each others mouths and the feeling of his fat, pink flesh getting sloppy with yours makes you leave a wet spot on him.

He’s desperate too, uneven breaths, rocking back and forth while he has one hand on the small of your back and the other, softly kneading your ass as he lets you control the pace.

Finally, tired of feeling him through his clothes, you lift yourself from his lap and tug the band down, girthy pink cock springing out and alive as it’s already dripping with pre.

Wet enough, you lower yourself onto him and feel him slip inside, passing that gummy ring inside yourself as he bottoms out.

You feel so full, your mound pressing against his own as you squirm from how good his balls feel pressed against you down there, rocking yourself to grind on his sack.

You two go at this for a while, sloppy and desperate like you’re entirely controlled by your hormones in the dimly lit space of his room.

You rock yourself again, finally reaching your climax as you throw your head back, feeling him shoot his cum, cock restrained inside the condom wrapped around him as he throws his own head onto the headboard, twitching inside.

You’re both a mess, trying to catch your breaths as there’s slick and cum connecting the two of you, and all you could do is smile as he gleams at you so softly, and lovingly.

Sorry for not posting here for a while tho.

I had to give my Marce a new design , enjoy!

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