✶ izzy ✶

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ [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 big, 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. “nanami…”

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, nanami, 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. “nanami, 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.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ 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.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ [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 big, 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. “nanami…”

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, nanami, 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. “nanami, 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.”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ [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 big, 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. “nanami…”

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, nanami, 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. “nanami, 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.”

˖ 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.

゛★ 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.

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

…I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised you'd come back again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now...

One wrong turn can truly cost your life. The map gets lost, roads loop around, and every sign leads to the same town. Empty and eerie, with a dull sound bouncing off the walls every night. A voice of your long-gone lover, whom you left years ago.

a part of slutty (slasher) summer

˖♱ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Pyramid Head!Toji Fushiguro x Ex!Reader ꒱

˖♱ ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ Silent Hill AU :: not accurate with the game :: set in late 80s :: small town mystery :: horror :: yandere motifs :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: psycho ex Toji :: like PSYCHO :: guilt tripping :: manipulation :: blood :: murders :: mentions of past kidnapping :: side character's death (someone from jjk) :: memory loss :: reader is also a bit crazy :: rough sex :: belly bulges :: HEAVY breeding kink :: it's kinda nasty :: Toji is MONSTROUS :: like two meters tall and super heavy :: 10.6K WORDS ꒱

˖♱ ݁˖ notes: I pondered whether I should post this story. It seemed a bit too dark and bloody at first, and really freaky, but I decided it's a horror, so the horror vibe should be kept...

"I love you so much, baby."

His deep-voiced kisses warmed the skin of your neck.

"I love you so fucking much."

Big hands gripped your hips tighter. Massive body leaned towards your arched back, lips leaving drenched kisses along your spine.

"My beautiful girl, my love."

He moved your body with a brutal tenderness, letting another moan escape your throat. The darkness of the tiny room blinded your sight; the bed hit the old walls, the wood coming off with a pinching needle.

His warm breath mixed with your cries, chest pressed to your back, pounding with the warmth and maddening adoration. The deep thrusts made your spine tingle, eyes looking over your shoulder only to get covered by the petal kisses of his.

"Tell me how much you love me." He demanded, biting into your shoulder. "Baby, tell me you'll never leave me."

Your answer came through the thick fog, inaudible and incomprehensible. Whatever you said, he chuckled, a low groan in your ear.

You said something - a name.

But its letters fell into something unclear, confusing. Swelling your heart in an utterly familiar way, yet long-forgotten by your mind.

"I won't," you cried, feeling a strong arm wrap around your neck. "I won't leave, you…"

A low chuckle tickled your earlobe as the thrusts grew faster. More brutal, waving your body through the mattress, with a few little kisses of sunshine wrapping your holding hands.

"Wake up, baby," he whispered. "Wake up…"

"Hey, wake up!" Someone pinched your arm, immediately bringing you back from the deep slumber.

You stepped into the dimly lit private room of the upscale spa, the air thick with the scent of lavender and sandalwood. Soft ambient music played from hidden speakers, a gentle melody meant to soothe. But your body was tense—weeks of stress from work and life had knotted your shoulders and back into painful twists. The attendant had explained the session: full-body oil massage with the renowned therapist, Gojo Satoru. You’d heard whispers about him—talented hands, striking looks—but nothing prepared you for the reality.

You slipped out of your robe, folding it neatly on the chair. Completely naked underneath, you lay face-down on the warmed massage table, the crisp sheet cool against your skin. You pulled the small white towel over your rear, tucking it just enough to cover your ass cheeks modestly. Your breasts pressed softly into the padded table, and you rested your face in the cushioned cradle, breathing deeply. The anticipation hummed in your veins.

The door clicked open. Footsteps, light and confident.

“Evening,” a smooth, velvety voice greeted you. “I’m Satoru. Ready to melt those knots away?”

You mumbled a yes, heart already picking up pace. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse: tall, lean-muscled frame in a fitted black uniform shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered waist. Snow-white hair, tousled just right, and those piercing blue eyes. His presence filled the room.

He warmed the oil between his large, elegant hands, the slick sound making your stomach flutter. The first touch—his palms gliding over your upper back—sent a shiver through you. The oil was warm, scented with something exotic and musky. He started slow, broad strokes from your shoulders down your spine, thumbs pressing firmly into the tight bands of muscle.

“Fuck, you’re wound up tight,” he murmured, voice low and intimate. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

It felt incredible. Each pass of his hands worked deeper, unknotting the tension. Your body sank heavier into the table as he moved to your arms, fingers tracing down to your wrists, then back up. He poured more oil, the excess dripping in warm rivulets along your sides. When he reached your lower back, his hands spread wide, thumbs circling just above the towel’s edge. The pressure was perfect—firm enough to release, gentle enough to arouse.

Then he shifted lower. His fingers slipped under the towel’s hem, massaging the tops of your ass cheeks in slow, kneading circles. Not quite touching your most intimate spots, but close. So close. The heat of his palms radiated through the thin fabric, and you felt yourself growing slick between your thighs. Your breath hitched. Gojo was devastatingly hot—his forearms flexing with each motion, the faint scent of his clean, masculine cologne mixing with the oil. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he worked the sensitive dimples at the base of your spine, his touch teasing the boundary.

“Feel good?” he asked, voice dropping an octave. His fingers danced perilously near the cleft of your ass, pressing and releasing in a rhythm that had your hips twitching involuntarily.

“Yes… so good,” you whispered, voice muffled by the cradle. Heat pooled low in your belly, a throbbing ache building. Your nipples hardened against the table.

He continued for long, luxurious minutes, alternating between deep tissue and feather-light strokes that left your skin tingling and hypersensitive. Every glide of his oiled hands sent sparks straight to your core. You were dripping now, the towel doing little to hide your growing arousal. Gojo didn’t comment, but you swore you heard a low, satisfied hum from him.

“Time to turn over,” he instructed softly. “I’ll hold the towel for modesty.”

Your mind hazy with pleasure, you obeyed without thinking. You rolled onto your back, the towel shifting… and slipping completely off your lower body as you settled. Your bare breasts were fully exposed to the warm air, nipples peaked and flushed. Your pussy, glistening with arousal, was now completely visible. You froze for a split second, cheeks burning, but Gojo’s expression was calm, professional—though his blue eyes darkened with unmistakable hunger as they swept over you.

“Beautiful,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing. He didn’t replace the towel. Instead, he poured fresh oil over your collarbones and chest.

His hands returned, slick and warm. He started at your shoulders again, but soon moved downward. Large palms cupped the sides of your breasts, thumbs brushing just under the swell before gliding over your nipples. The sensation was electric—intense, slippery friction that made you arch off the table with a sharp gasp.

“Oh god…” you moaned, no longer able to hold back.

He worked them thoroughly, massaging the soft, heavy flesh in slow, possessive circles. Fingers pinched and rolled your nipples with expert precision, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your clit. The oil made everything glide so obscenely, every touch amplified. He leaned closer, white hair falling forward, his breath warm against your skin as he focused on one breast, kneading deeply while his other hand trailed down your stomach.

“You’re responding so well,” he purred, voice thick. “Look at you… so wet already.”

His hand ventured lower, oil-slick fingers tracing your inner thighs, parting them gently. You spread your legs wider without hesitation, aching for more. Gojo’s fingers finally reached your pussy, gliding along your soaked folds with deliberate slowness. He teased your entrance, circling your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb, the oil mixing with your natural wetness into a slippery mess.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned softly. Two long fingers pressed inside you without warning, stretching you open in one smooth thrust. The intrusion was intense, deliciously full. He curled them expertly, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while his thumb continued its relentless circles on your clit.

You cried out, hips bucking up to meet his hand. He pumped his fingers deeper, faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Oil dripped everywhere—down your ass, coating his wrist. He added a third finger, scissoring them to open you further, his pace building to something punishingly good.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, voice husky. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

The pressure built rapidly, overwhelming. His free hand returned to your breasts, pinching a nipple hard as his fingers fucked into you with relentless rhythm. Your walls clenched around him, thighs trembling. The intensity was blinding—every stroke hitting perfectly, the oil making it slicker, hotter, more overwhelming.

You came hard, back arching off the table, a loud moan tearing from your throat. Pleasure crashed through you in waves, your pussy spasming around his thick fingers as he kept thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive.

But he wasn’t done. He slowed but didn’t stop, gentling his movements into lazy, deep strokes while you caught your breath. His blue eyes locked on yours, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“We’re not finished yet,” he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. “I still have to work out every last knot… inside and out.”

His fingers began moving again, building you right back up with devastating skill—curling, thrusting, teasing your clit until the room filled with your desperate moans once more. The massage had become something far more primal, his talented hands owning your body completely in the warm, oil-slicked haze.

𝜗𝜚 You’ve never really questioned where Megumi gets the money for his nice apartment from as a simple veterinary student. Until you’re scrolling through a camboy website late at night and realise- huh, isn’t that your name he’s whimpering under his breath? And, what would he sound like saying it in real life?

content: smut, camboy!Megumi, friends to lovers, closeted perv Megumi, male masturbation (a lot), female masturbation, edging, WHIMPERING, moaning, rambling, gooner!Megs lowk, pillow humping, overstimulation, dirty talk, teasing, humilation (a little), messy makeouts, dry humping, fingers in mouths, nippleplay, NURSING HANDJOBS, multiple orgasms, happy trails, praise, pet names (good boy, baby, etc), missionary, creampies, oral (f receiving), he eats his cum out of you, choking him w your thighs, crying, aftercare, happy endings

wc: 4.5k

a/n: eek! this is my treat to you all for 9k <33 I really cannot thank you all enough <33!!

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Your day so far has been terrible. Worse than terrible, like you burnt down a village in the eleventh century and now you’re being forced to reap the consequences in painful modernity. Firstly, your lecture was so boring you actively fell asleep at your seat and a girl had to nervously poke you awake with a pencil before you tripped over your own feet in a bid to get out as quickly as possible; then, a car drove through a puddle and splashed you with muddy water, and finally your shoes rubbed through your socks and now you have a fresh blister. It's rubbing against the heel of your shoe with every painful step, and you grimace as it stings.

All you want to do is go back to your dorm, slather yourself in bubbly bodywash, moisturise and pass out in your cosy bed. Unfortunately, you’re pre-booked into a movie night with your best friend, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you cancelled, right? Megumi’s always been understanding, after all.

“Hi Megs!” You say into your phone- he picked up on the third ring, how punctual of him- “I’m super sorry about this, but I’ve just had an awful day and I can’t come over. I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine.” He says back, voice crackling over the speaker. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon instead, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “thanks!”

On the other side of campus, Megumi Fushiguro is annoyed. Significantly. Because now you aren’t coming over, how is he supposed to indulge in those little squeaky gasps you let out at a scare and wrap his arms around you when you jump into them?

Not that he’s perverted, or anything, though.

Okay, maybe he is a little perverted, but that’s between him and… well, his tens of thousands of nightly viewers that pay to watch him fist his cock stupid.