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Just a thought...

Choso bought a new blanket, for the first time he bought something online.

You weren't there but you were concerned he got scammed but it was adorable when he freaked out and told you he bought it off the same website you buy stuff, amazon.

You let out a sigh of relief and gave him a hug and a kiss telling him how you're proud of him and not angry even if he did buy from a bad website. He is always slightly nervous to try new stuff, especially without you but he took a big step.

You both got ready and got into bed. He laid on your breasts, his favourite pillow. And fell asleep quickly as you played with his hair.

The next day the package came and he was off the walls. He quickly flung open the door and picked up the box bolting inside. He pulled you on his lap and put the box in yours.

You opened the box and your face scrunched up. "It's a thin blanket." You say with a hint of confusion in your voice. "Almost breathable. Did you look in the description?"

He shakes his head. It hits you that its supposed to be breathable. It has a small hole. Its a blanket for sex. You burst out laughing and his cheeks go bright red.

And then you both think... why don't you two put it to good use?

That's how Choso was pathetically whining as your hand moved up and down his cock.

His whole body was under the blanket but his cock poking out threw the small hole, this some how made everything so erotic.

He started to sob really loud. You knew he was about to come. And you were right!

Long thick ropes of cum started flying out of his sensitive cock. You pumped his cock through it. When he started to calm down and his voice was raw, you let go of his softening cock.

"Good choice for a blanket baby." You mumbled licking your cum dirty fingers clean. "Proud of you."

He melts. He loves his good choice.

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Fyi I don't know that this is an actual item on amazon, i just need a legit website 🤣

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⯌ Sum

Toge Inumaki uses his cursed speech during doing the nasty (✿^‿^)

⯌ Wc

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⯌Warnings

NSFW, explicit sexual content, strong language, dominance/submission, praise & degradation kink, possessiveness, mild voyeurism, power imbalance, explicit commands, rough sex, edging/teasing, orgasm control.

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You and Toge have been dating since you were first years and now both of you are 3rd years. Many get confused why the hell both of you were dating. The social butterfly and the boy that can barely talk. It really didn''t make any fucking sense.

But somehow, it worked.

You, the loud and energetic one, always buzzing with excitement, and Toge, the quiet yet deadly sorcerer who spoke in cryptic onigiri ingredients. People looked at the two of you like you were a mismatched puzzle—one piece bright and chaotic, the other cool and subdued.

"It doesn’t make any fucking sense," was a phrase you heard more times than you could count.

But to you? It made perfect sense.

Because Toge didn’t need to say much.

His actions spoke louder than words ever could.

The way he always made sure you ate first before touching his own food, even if you weren’t hungry. The way his hand would instinctively reach for yours when you walked side by side, fingers tracing idle patterns against your palm. The way he’d pull you into his arms after missions, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing grounding him to reality.

And when he did use his voice?

"Careful." His way of telling you to watch your back.

"Rest." When he knew you were pushing yourself too hard.

"Mine." Low and husky against your ear, when he felt possessive, when he needed you to know exactly who you belonged to.

It worked because when the world was too loud, Toge found comfort in your presence. And when you needed peace, he was your silent sanctuary.

So, let them be confused. Let them wonder why the hell you were together.

Because neither of you ever had to question it.

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No one ever understood how you and Toge worked.

You, the vibrant, expressive one—always filling the room with light and laughter. Him, the quiet, reserved sorcerer whose very presence demanded attention even without saying a word. People never understood how you could be together.

But if they saw you now—if they saw the way he controlled the room with just his eyes, the way you responded with nothing more than his whispers, the way you broke for him in the most intimate, all-consuming way—

They’d get it.

Because Toge didn’t need to speak much.

Just one word from him, and you’d be undone.

"Kneel."

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t question him. You moved swiftly, crawling onto the bed, feeling the sheets shift beneath you as you positioned yourself—just like he wanted. The anticipation was suffocating, thick, and palpable, the air thick with tension as you waited for him, hands resting on your thighs, back straight, eyes lowered.

Toge stood in front of you, watching you, not moving, just taking you in. His presence was overwhelming, his silence both commanding and intimate. The way he observed you, like he was memorizing every inch, every subtle shift of your body, was enough to have your pulse racing.

Finally, he stepped forward, his hands trailing over your shoulders, down your arms, tracing the delicate curves of your body with deliberate slowness. His fingertips brushed the side of your neck, sending a shiver through you as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You look so beautiful."

The praise hit you harder than you expected. It sent a wave of heat straight to your core, leaving you breathless as he guided you back to the center of the bed, gently pushing you to lie down. He followed, his body moving with a predator’s grace, settling between your legs with a predatory calm.

"Open for me."

You didn’t hesitate, legs parting as your breath caught in your throat. The moment you were exposed, vulnerable, he hovered—not touching, not yet—just watching you, his hands resting by your sides, keeping you in place. Your body trembled beneath him, the anticipation of what was to come almost too much to bear.

Then, slowly, he moved.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your throat, slow and lingering, like he was savoring the moment. His lips traveled down your chest, brushing over your collarbone, each touch agonizingly slow, intentional, teasing. His tongue traced your skin, exploring every inch with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to drive you to the edge.

You gasped as his lips hovered over your breasts, teasing, just barely skimming against the fabric of your bra. He didn’t touch you fully yet—just the softest brushes, leaving you begging for more. Your hands gripped the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as your body arched, pushing toward him.

"Patience."

His voice was low, gravelly—firm. The command sent another pulse of heat through you, the need to feel his touch so intense it made your head spin. But he held you there, suspended, testing your restraint, your obedience.

His lips moved lower, kissing your stomach, his breath warm and slow against your skin. Every inch of you felt heightened under his touch, every brush of his lips making your whole body tremble with anticipation. When he finally reached the waistband of your pants, you whined, desperate for him, your hips involuntarily shifting.

"Hold still."

You froze, biting your lip to keep from moaning. His hands, now shaking with the same restraint, slowly undid the button of your jeans, the sound of it snapping open filling the room with an unbearable tension.

But he didn’t rush.

His hands worked carefully, deliberately, pulling your pants off with excruciating slowness. He placed each piece of clothing aside like it was the most precious thing, each motion calculated to prolong the inevitable.

When you were fully exposed before him, he didn’t touch you immediately.

He just watched.

His gaze was heavy, intense, almost possessive, as though he were memorizing the way your body reacted to his every move. His eyes trailed over your body, pausing at every little tremor, every breathless sound that left your lips.

"You’re perfect."

The words fell from his lips like a promise, soft, yet heavy with meaning.

Then, finally—finally—his hands reached for you, tracing the line of your inner thighs, teasing, never quite giving you what you wanted. His fingers brushed against the softest part of you, and you gasped, flinching at the light touch, the delicate build-up.

His fingers grazed over your folds, slow, deliberate, intense, as though he were savoring every second. The pleasure was deliciously slow, each touch pulling you deeper into a pool of heat, a delirious need that you couldn’t escape.

"So wet for me. Slut."

The praise went straight to your head, clouding your thoughts, making your breath ragged as his fingers slipped deeper, pressing, curling in a way that had you gasping, your hips moving of their own accord. His thumb found your clit, circling, teasing, pulling moans from your lips as his rhythm matched the desperate need inside you.

"Beg for me."

The command was soft, but there was an undeniable power behind it—demanding. Your whole body shivered in response, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled from your lips.

“Please, Toge, I need you.”

His eyes met yours, dark and satisfied, as he slowed, his fingers pulling away, leaving you panting, desperate.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

Your chest heaved with each breath, your hands gripping the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. You nodded, barely able to speak through the rush of heat coursing through your veins.

“I need you so bad. Please, Toge, I can’t… I can’t wait any longer.”

His lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.

"Good girl."

And with that, he finally pushed into you.

The stretch was exquisite, every inch of him filling you, pressing you to the brink of pleasure and pain. You cried out, your nails digging into his back, but he didn’t stop. He kept you still, immobile beneath him as he drove into you slowly at first, each thrust deliberate, controlled, pulling you apart with each movement.

"You feel so good."

His voice was a low growl as his rhythm increased, his hips moving harder, deeper, as your body melted under him, surrendering completely. The heat built, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke, the pressure growing unbearable. You could barely breathe, could barely think with the way he moved inside you, pulling every gasp, every sound, from your throat.

And when you were finally teetering on the edge, when you were lost, unable to hold on any longer, he drove into you harder, faster—relentless—as he spoke, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt.

"Come for me."

The moment the words left his lips, your body exploded, pleasure shattering through you, leaving you gasping, whimpering, your body writhing beneath him. He followed right behind you, his own release wracking through him as he buried his face in your neck, his voice low, like a secret only the two of you shared.

For a long time, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the aftermath, your breathing heavy, your limbs tangled as he gently held you against him, his fingers tracing soft circles over your skin.

"I love you."

The words came without hesitation, without any power behind them. Just a truth, a simple, undeniable truth that hung between you.

And in that moment, you knew. Nothing else mattered.

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This sucks 😭

just had my first MRI, im surprised that this is my first MRI especially about how old i am, i'm not a child or at least a teen 😭

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One thing about Giyuu Tomioka is that he gets really lonely on missions. (Usually with a raging boner) So he has result to calling you at the hotel. With his cock in his hand of course.

He called you around 3am with a rock hard cock and pre-cum all over his hands. With his pants down to his knees. His body propped up by pillows in the dim light making him comfortable.

When you finally pick up he huffs into the phone. "H-Hey baby!" He says way too overly excited which got you slightly got you feeling suspicious and concerned.

"Hey... babe? Uhm, what are you doing? Are you drunk?" You mutter tiredly into the mic but most of all questioning why the actual fuck he was being so.... well jolly?

"Baby i-it hurts." He moaned into the mic. You shrieked. Demons = death and pain. "Fuck- Giyuu do you need me to call and ambulance or something?!"

"Will your hand suffice?"

Then it hit you.

"Just- fuck- keep talking..." He moans into the mic picking up speed jerking himself off. He starts to whine and pant. "P-Please?"

"You're such a good boy you can do it for me baby." You say into the mic in that seductive tone you know he likes. The way you are talking to him is pretty pathetic, but then again he is being pathetic.

He also came pathetically fast.

He cums all over his hands as soon as you mutter something so nasty like that. He then whimpers into the mic leaving you wondering why he's not embarrassed especially that it's well... him.:

"Fuck- we should do this more often."

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After Sukuna being all soft taking your virginity, all so sweetly, let's just say after you got used to his big cock, he's been cruel.

Right now he has you in the tightest mating press slamming into you in his fluffy king mattress. Slamming into you like a mad man, his red angry tip rubbing on your cervix.

The stretch is immaculate, ever since he took your virginity, the sex has been getting better and better every time.

"Kunnnaaa!" You whine as he absolutely obliterates your insides. Your mushy walls are basically shaped like his vainy cock now. Every nerve in your now puffy pussy is extremely stimulated.

A bunch of thick tears roll down your face as he pulls the vibrator out of the drawer with one of his four hands. He pushes you into a tighter mating press after he puts the vibrator on your swollen clit.

Yeah you're in for a long night.

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A/N: Click the link for it to make a little more sense bc this is a prt 2, this is a drabble after the fic basically (does this make sense? 😭)

JJK men's dick sizes ♡

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Master Lists

Gojo:

Solid 7.5 inches. He's more on the slimmer side with a slight curve with a pinkish tip with some faint veins. Trimmed but some on his base and yes the curtains match the drapes. Over all very pale and pretty. It could hit deep good spots and sometimes makes tummy bulges depending on the position and he squeals when that happens. His dick is VERY sensitive. He has a baby pink tip, #f78686.

Overall 9/10 dick

Geto:

He's on the shorter but thicker side, much vainer. Solid 6.0 inches but VERY girthy. He hit's sweet spots you didn't know existed. His pubes are very bushy he trims it once and a while but his blacky bush is still pretty. He has more prominent veins then Gojo too. He isn't too sensitive but sometimes if you brush by the right area he yelps. He's more tanned than pale and his tip colour is on the darker side but still pretty, #d93030.

10/10 dick yummy

Toji:

This man IS THICK AND LONG. 9.0 inches No trimming and he likes the bush and has a sexy ass happy trail and bulging veins when hard, that you can feel pulsing inside of you. Instant orgasm material. His tip is quite sensitive considering how much it leaks when he is hard and how red it gets. His tip is a darker red, #8f0e0e.

12/10 god spoken cock istg

Choso:

Slimmer but long he can hit deeper spots but isn't as girthy. But he does have the prettiest dick besides Gojo. 7.0 inches. He isn't too vainy but he definitely has some every here and there. He keeps it trimmed with only some short hairs and they are more brown. He has a slight happy trail and his WHOLE dick is sensitive and twitchy. He has a VERY pink tip, #de64a1.

10/10 very pretty and nice 😚

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JJK!

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Satoru Gojo

Im pegging that man at the back of the bus -smut

Mean Satoru - smut

Sex ban- smut

Lifeless... - angst no comfort

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Choso Kamo

Finding Nemo - fluff

Sensitive boy - smut

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Toji Fushiguro

Aftercare - smut + fluff

Sexual tension - smut

Road Head - smut

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Nanami Kento

Cock warming during work hours? - smut

Villian!Nanami - smut

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Suguru Geto

Stoner best friend Suguru- smut

Plug Suguru - smut

Cuddle fucking - fluffy smut

Porn star - smut

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Ryomen Sukuna

Virginity - Smut and fluff

Cuddly Sukuna! - fluff

After taking your virginity - smut

Pervydoctor!sukuna - smut

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Takuma Ino

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Toge Inumaki

Sweet spot - smut

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Megumi Fushiguro

"Wheres the ring?" - fluff

Valentines Day - smut + fluff

Ate out! - smut

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Multi-character

How JJK men eat pussy

Ridding JJK men! - smut

Sexual tension - smut

Shiu helps you and Toji fuck? Hell yeah - smut

Head counts! - smut

JJK Characters twitter links prt. 1

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Headcannons

JJK men dick sizes?- smut

Fav positions - Smut

Most sensitive parts of jjk men -smut

Damn this one gotta lot of likes thanks pooks

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One thing Satoru hates is when you call him "Gojo" not 'Toru or pretty boy. Gojo. When you call him Gojo he knows he's in trouble.

This time it's a really bad punishment. Well to him anyway. "Your on sex ban Gojo!" You yelled. This all started when you saw him talking to another girl.

It was nothing bad just giving her directions, but you took it the wrong way. That's what led to the sex ban.

"Baby pleaseee!" He begs. His cock throbbing. It's been a week, he's been begging so hard. His cock leaking with pre-cum. "Nope." You bluntly say.

Two weeks.

Holy fuck he's going crazy. He bought so many sex toys it could fill up a room. But it doesn't feel good as your pussy, your hands, the ways you use sex toys on him.

"Baby.."

"No."

You already know what he's gonna say. That's all he's talked to you about, well not talked about, more begged.

A couple hours later you're wet, he walked around shirtless with his muscles flexing. Probably his plan. You have been horny yourself though. At least you have the pride to last longer than him.

"Lets do it." You randomly go up to him and say. He quickly runs and picks you up. Instantly understanding, he practically ripped your clothes off. He usually likes to tease you or play with you.

But he can't control himself right now.

That's how you woke up sore, and barely able to move.

"Not my problem you're sore. Your the one who tortured me."