꩜⋆.°⭑—How jjk men get off to you—꩜⋆.°⭑
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚—including: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Megumi (18+), Itadori(18+), and Choso.
Gojo— Sitting in his bed and voice calling you after being away from you for so damn long, huddled under his covers at the hotel and listening to you ramble and rant about your day, pros and cons of the situation while he secretly starts to stroke himself from your voice. He will actually sit there and listen, his ears only listening out for you as he imagines finally getting to hear that pretty voice mewl helplessly and babble his name out, listen to your gags around his cock while he slides down that pretty, tight throat. From all the precum that drips, his hands are wet, and he wishes they were wet from fingering you to spread that hole for him, be able to shove inside you makes his balls tighten and he is right there—orgasm so close. And that's when you hear him panting and whining into his sheet. You can't see, it wasn't a video call, but you could hear. "Satoru...?" You ask out, you voice ringing out and echoing in his room.
"keep talking... I'm almost there."
Geto— he enjoys when he stuffs your worn panties in his mouth or licks right where you delicious and soft pussy should be. Too weird? No, he just loves when he gets to eat you out, you arousal everywhere on his face with you cum leaking down his chin and staining the sheets below, the smell hypnotizing. And your panties are the next best thing he'll lick and suck at, the fabric occasionally ruining your flavor for him. He'll even stuff them in his mouth and bite down while pumping his cock into his fist, thinking so hard of doing 69 with you, you barely being able to handle sucking his cock from when he finds you clit and suckles at it. Leaving your panties out is dangerous. You alway ended up noticing a pair is missing, even if you don't think much of it. If he can't find one in time before his boner is killing him, he'll find you—going to get the real thing and not second best.
"Sweet lord, I hope she cummed in these... makes it way better."
Nanami— Is a very basic man when it comes to getting off without his lover at his side. He'll simply whip his cock out and spread his pre around before he starts to get to the imagination part. Yes, he fantasizes all about you, lewd and not. He fists his cock hard while running thoughts race, thinking of talking you through taking him down your throat all the way and fucking into that mouth, maybe fingering you when you're stress and just need to release it all—your sweet cum and your frustration, or having your hair in his fist and yanking you up from the pillow as he pounds you in doggy, able to hear you slutty slurred out words and see those tears. He hates having to make himself dirty with his cum when he would rather paint you face white or your perky breast, maybe rub his nut on you ass before shoving back. Sometimes imagining can't help him, he always longs for the real thing, your pussy and mouth, to hear you instead of trying to pretend this is what you would say and do. No, he wants to see it for himself. Once he is done getting off and toning his boner down, you're up for grabs later.
"oh... sweetheart, to hear the wet sounds."
Sukuna— jerking off, eating your panties, listening to a sex tape, why does he need to when he has you? No, fuck what you're doing, his dick is hard and your cunt is marked by him as his own, so he has every right to bend you over the nearest table, fold you on the couch, making you hop like a cute little bunny on his throbbing flesh while he sits on his thrown, four arms grounding you down while his two monstrous cocks find a hole to calm and rip in half. Because what's the point of him being pathetic and whining for you, wishing he could have you and being weak when he can force you to take all his inches down your throat and start humping you face.
"Get your ass on, girl. I said I needed that warm little thing, so wrap it around my cock."
Toji— When he is in need of some relief and his good girl ain't near, he pulls out his phone, scrolls down his photos and albums until he finds that one sex video of him watching you touch yourself while begging for him to just give you his cock already, your three fingers inside showing your just a little stretched for him well enough. Or maybe he feels like watching a video of when he's eating your cunt and you're recording how fucking hot he looks in between your bitten and kisses bruised thighs. Then he can scroll more to the videos of cunnilingus position all night, doing so many and his face covered in your squirt. Once he finds the one he's in the mood for, his large hands find his dick as he teases his veins, watching as you moan and whimper, he degrades you like he fucking hates you and makes you look so slutty. Even if he loves you, he can't help but make you beg for more affection as he manhandles you. He watches carefully as his dick enters you in missionary—oh, he's a position freak—and a visible bulge in your cute little tummy, showing him better than you can tell him how full of cock you are. He thinks of how he could have fucked you better, what he did wrong, what he wanted you to say then and didn't even get it, how he couldn't made your orgasm come so much harder and messier. But who is he kidding, if you cummed any harder you would have blacked out.
"God, you really moan and cry out like a slut. Fuck, I'm in love..."
Megumi— Believe it or not, he loves when you dirty talk him through text. He's too shy to say it to your face how he finished creaming in his pants when he imagined your breast jerking off his swollen dick, so he'll text you it, making it detailed. When he decides to tell you how hard he is, it's like he's a porn writer. He'll let you in on how full his balls feel, wanting to empty them on or in you, the vein that begs to be stroked by something warm, tight, and wet, how leaky his cockhead is for you and your attention in anyway or form. He loves when you text him how turned on you are, texting him 'mmph' like he can hear your sweet moans in text as you touch yourself, imagining that needy dick inside you, anywhere he wants it to be. He chuckles to himself, remembering how it started off as him texting you sex shit and telling you how bad he needs you to ending with videos you send him of your favorite dildo up you little cunt and you text getting needier and worst. He's a sucker for that, so when he comes to you there is need for much words but moans and 'i missed/love you.'
"'I couldn't help but realize that the dildo isn't as warm as you cock...?' oh, baby. I promise I'll be there."
Itadori— not to your shock, he just needs the mention of your ass in any sexual way and he creamed a mess in his boxers. He's in you messages, spamming you for nudes. If you don't answer in the next 5 minutes, he's on your discord, hitting the call button and video chat. Hell, your Snapchat and Tiktok is next. All he needs is a picture of you laying on the bed, with panties or nothin' on, on your stomach and that back dangerously arched for him. Or maybe something you saved as a memory from last nasty sex when he gave a you back shots, sending him everything he is missing so far. He even gets so needy as to call you and ask for you to moan for him, and position yourself in doggy style. If you want, you could put on some lingerie, making his hands iche to rip the fancy lace or sheer off to get to the goods. He pounds his dick or maybe even uses a toy such as a flesh light to wish it was your hole that was leaking, not some cold toy. Wishes your ass was backing it up on him lazily as he teased you. because he could never get enough. As he tries to wait for you to strip down, and you take forever, his already spoiled boxers get more wet with the amount of cum and pre seeping around. Why, when he is such a good boyfriend to you, must you tease him, when that body is already his?
"mmmhm, I don't want to wait. Don't hang up, keep the angle there. I'm close to cumming on my phone, shit."
Choso— somewhat, he was like Nanami. He liked to keep it simple, as he didn't want to anger you when he stole your panties or bother you with so many calls, so he simply stroked himself to the thought of you. Until one day he stumbled into your room to ask you something about a 'Twitter Stan', but came to see your legs straddled around your pillow and a vibrator on you bare clit, your hips bucking as you soon soaked the pillow. He didn't understand why you didn't get him, but he understood one thing. Your pussy was on the pillow, and to make it better, you cummed on it. Now, whenever he gets a chance, he rubs his dick on that spot where he can smell and maybe even see you wetness, wishing it was your pussy he was running his cock along. You cummed on this pillow, your smell was all over it. He humped into you pillow rough, so tempted to rip a hole somewhere in it and fuck the pillow like that, but he couldn't bring himself to ruin such a thing you liked so back you soaked it in your cum. Choso's hands never helped him unless he recently fingered you (talking about a few hours ago) and he could still image his warm and spongy the inside felt. But unless, he whined to himself as he waited for you to leave your room. To solve his next issue, on laundry day, as nasty as it seems, he took you pillow you cummed on last night and kept it.
"Please... why, why, why can't this be you? Jus' need m'pretty girls cunt."
PS: we can see what my favorite color is ❤️
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