Pt 2 For Toji Visual Links

How Toji would literally Fuck

With. Or without. (?)

i see you, and i trade all you this

toji fucks you like this. and even with all of the gasping and whining, you still squeeze him like your life depends on it, needy and determined to feel the pressure of his cock filling you up always.

he’ll press a kiss to your temple, one so soft that it directly contradicts the power behind his strokes as he murmurs “Look at my pretty fucking girl, taking it like a champ.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* IT'S A MATCH! — jjk men on dating apps

// you've matched with: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen

summary: your experiences with the jjk men on various dating apps (hc and small blurb set) fem!reader warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected sex (all), breeding kink (nanami), public sex (gojo and geto), car sex (geto), praise kink (geto), nipple play (gojo), fem!receiving oral (sukuna), overstimulation (sukuna)

: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU

you match with gojo on HINGE!

listen, i—this man is hinge's exact target audience. his first photo is the most majestic, stunning photo you've ever seen (it was 100% taken by a professional photographer) and the rest of his photos are the most obscure, borderline concerning memes (what the fuck is onika burgers...?) combined with some... brow-raising prompt answers. "dating me is like: dating the most perfect angel princess supermodel superstar 🐬❤️‍🔥🤯🥰😋👑✨ ever" and "i go crazy for: some CRAZY sloppy top like gawk gawk 1000% vacuum seal special hmu"

he is so unserious. he leaves an interesting message on a photo of yours that he likes: "may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took your mom to the hospital to give birth to you" like ofc you match

he either messages you instantly or takes 5 business days, there is no in-between. you have three conversations going on simultaneously about different topics and at this point, you just wanna meet this man (get dicked down) and finally, he asks you out to go check that new cafe with gourmet pastries downtown!

gojo's got you crowded up against a brick wall outside of the cafe in broad daylight, sucking wet, sloppy marks into your neck and only continuing to migrate lower until he's pulling down a side of your shirt to reveal the soft material of your lacy bra. you're whining, looking around the alleyway in fear that one of the workers is going to step outside, "gojo... quit it, someone could come out any minute," but your actions betray your words, tugging on his hair to continue.

instead of acknowledging you, he takes a long sip out of his abomination of a drink, some iced caramel blended drink with fixings that made the barista earlier grumble under their breath, and comes back to one of your nipples with cold, cold lips that send a shock down your spine. "so fucking sweet. could taste you all day long."

you barely notice the way his other hand has sneaked down to the front of your jeans, hastily undoing the button and quickly descending to the where you need him most.

"you just gotta stay quiet. you can do that for me, yeah?"

: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU

you match with geto on TINDER!

when you swipe right on geto, you get one of those notifications that encourages you to super-like just because of how popular he is. he has some great photos, a few smiling ones with friends, one that shows off his impressive car, absolutely beaming with pride, but it's his last photo that makes you take the leap and super-like his profile. it's a mirror selfie of him after what looks like a hard and successful day at the gym, muscles flexed, hair tied back showing off his piercing, and looking so fucking delicious with a sheen of perspiration that makes him look otherworldly.

he's so good at keeping the conversation going, he compliments your top ten artists, and he even asks about the pet that you have in one of your selfies! it's all in great fun and you guys even exchange numbers and plan a date (dinner and a movie) within the next three days.

you guys don't even make it to the movie. your hand slides up against the fogged up glass window of his car, breaths coming out in irregular intervals as geto slams his dick up to make a home in your pussy. your hands are going every which way, lost and going insane with the sensation of him mercilessly bouncing you up and down, completely undressed while he still sits fully clothed in the driver's seat.

"f-fuck, good girl," geto grits his teeth, head thrown back like he's the one being tortured. "so fucking tight and wet and—holy shit, holy shit—"

at the uncontrolled praise, you moan wantonly, pussy clenching against his hard length as you reach even closer to your peak. "geto, 'm gonna cum, shit, please!"

when he looks back into your eyes, pupils blown wide and you feel your heart stutter at his next words. "who said you could cum yet?"

: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO

you match with nanami on BUMBLE!

it's a week before your sibling's wedding and you have no date! during the bachelorette party, wasted out of your mind, you come to the sad realization that you might just have to suffer through the ceremony and reception alone while surrounded by other people who are happily partnered up. what could possibly be worse?

nanami kento is the most put-together and successful man you see in the first half hour of swiping through the app. like holy fuck, why are you here? this man has carefully cultivated his profile to include a very tasteful bio, a set of photos that showcase a rare, smiling photo of him (courtesy of gojo), and has all his interests, career, what he's looking for, etc. you pause when you see that he has "wants children" under his family goals. you swipe right, because this man is exactly who you need to bring to a wedding.

throughout the wedding day, he's polite, respectful, and so fucking handsome in his custom-tailored suit. he somehow makes it onto 80% of the wedding photos and he's not even part of the family! and at the end of the night, when most of the wedding guests have gone home and it's just you and him slow dancing on the dance floor, you make a mental note to thank those other bridesmaids later.

at your hotel room, he's the opposite of polite and respectful but you think he looks so fucking handsome like this, fucking you from behind and forcing you to look at the mess you've made in the mirror. his hands, god his fucking hands, are driving you crazy, one hand wrapped around the length of your hair and the other holding your ass in place to reach you even deeper. "n-nanami—slow... slow down!"

the pace and the position he's got you in is brutal, but you love it. there's stars in your eyes and he's pulling your hair back so your head's turned to look him in his eyes.

"can't... can't slow down, sweet girl," nanami's breathless, lost in the way your pussy feels scorching hot and squeezing him just right, and he knows it's unbecoming, knows that the way he wants to fill you up and make you bear his kids after the first date is impulsive. it's not like him. but they way you look, desperately attempting to grasp onto something, anything just to be able to take his dick, well... how could a man hold back? "need to fill you up, need to cum inside."

"we gotta work fast if we wanna get you down that aisle next, right?"

: ̗̀➛ BONUS: SUKUNA RYOMEN

you match with sukuna on CHRISTIANMINGLE.COM!

you don't even know why the fuck you showed up. your friend created a profile for you behind your back after too many complaints of being single, the girlies are TIRED. why they chose christianmingle.com of all apps? you'll never know. ring before spring!

sukuna's profile picture is a faceless photo of his unclothed abdomen, showing off a really impressive six-pack and stark black tattoos. he slides into your DMs with the most obscene and graphic pickup line you've ever seen, and somehow it works. how he hasn't gotten banned yet, you don't understand.

he's fifteen minutes late. when you look at your watch for the seventh time that night, you blearily accept the fact that you'll probably die alone, until your date finally shows up. he smells like cigarette smoke, gasoline, and fireball shots. despite every possible red flag being waved in your face, you stay.

in person, he's even more shameless than you thought was humanly possible. you've caught him blatantly staring at your tits more times than you can count, while you're ordering, you see him swiping on tinder when he thinks you're not looking, and he flirts with the server.

he ends up back at your place at the end of the night.

and holy fuck, he's eating your pussy like a man starved. he's moaning into your cunt, three calloused fingers fucking you hard while he presses a rough thumb to your clit, and you cum for the third time that night. he's not even doing it for you at this point, he's doing it for himself.

"you ready?" ready? you hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the whoosh of pants joining yours on the floor. when you look over, you can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. oh my god. "not god, babe. it's just me."

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just dilf! toji brainrot

minors dni !

tw: jealousy, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, breeding kink, slight choking, slight spanking.

Dilf! Toji is as confident and self assured as a man of his charisma, looks and stature would be.

You’re his precious doll and he cherishes you more than anything else- especially when he sees you bond with little ‘gumi- Toji’s arm secured around your waist as the 3 of you watch a movie together, mischievous giggles echoing in the room as you join Megumi’s sudden popcorn attack onto his father. Or both of you curling up into his side after a long day, soft snores filling the night air as you relish in Toji’s body heat. It’s moments like these when Toji knows he’s finally found his family.

And as a family, it makes sense for Toji to introduce you to others in his and Megumi’s life, after all, he’s sure about your requited affection and love.

So then why does he feel a dark pit forming in the center of his chest as he sees you giggle and blush over the compliments Jin Itadori has been showering you with ever since you two showed up at his house for a party.

Toji tries to ignore the wandering eyes of the other men in the room, how their gazes linger a little too long below your neck, or how each of them take the liberty to make a joke about the “young innocent thing” Toji has managed to bag. The last straw is Jin sliding his hand to your lower back as he tucks away a stray lock of hair on your face with another.

Perhaps that’s how you end up pressed against the bathroom door, only a thin wall away from a plethora of guests as Toji stuffs his fingers into your mouth, hastily pulling aside your panties as he gives you no time to adjust to his massive girth like he usually does- instead, burying himself inside you to the hilt.

It’s a display of dominance- of possession as he makes it his task to overfill your cunt with his seed. You’re writhing and crying, not bothered about being heard at all by your third orgasm as his hand comes down to slap the flesh of your ass till there’s an imprint of his ownership.

You think he’s finally had his fill as he pulls out, but you’re being turned around and lifted onto the bathroom counter instead, being stuffed full of cock once more as his cum spills out of your gushing abused hole.

Toji’s got a firm grip around your throat as he starts thrusting into you like a man gone feral once again, his eyes locked onto the way your cunt swallows him- the ring of white that forms around his cock each time he pushed back in- the way you grip onto his shoulders with all your strength, your pretty face now stained with tears- he can’t help but catch your cries against his own lips as he spills into you one final time.

There’s no use trying to hide your perverse acts as you both walk back outside, your legs visibly quivering as every man in the room suddenly refuses to meet your eyes. There’s a smug, almost proud, grin on Toji’s face and you know it’s because he’s well aware of the fact that you walk with his cum dripping from in between your legs.

Later that night, you lay in bed with him, flushed with embarrassment as you whine about what you two did earlier. Toji’s response comes in the form of a laugh as he continues to massage your sore thighs, leaning down to pepper kisses along your nose as a form of apology. You joke about that pair of underwear he took away earlier being your favourite one and he tells you he’ll buy you another.

But that’s only because the original cum stained one now lies hanging at the back of Jin Itadori’s bathroom door.

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Day 3: Car Sex

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x f!reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: semi-public sex, biting, nipple play (f), one tit slap, creampie

“Someone’s going to see us,” you pant against the lips of your disheveled lover.

You’re straddling his lap, his throbbing cock is twitching against your core, the shaft dragging through your slick folds as he picks you up only to drop you back down, slowly impaling you with his length.

“It’s late, kitten,” he grunts as he readjusts, a rough thrust of his hips has you taking all of him as he leans further into the back seat of the car. “No one’s gonna see. Just relax, lemme take care of you,” comes his sultry whisper in your ear, the subtle rasp of his voice settling your nerves as you roll your hips, adjusting to the girth that was so suddenly stuffed inside you.

He looks as much of a mess as you do. The hair that was tied back into a neat bun is half undone, jet black tresses framing his face as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, licking a stripe up to the pulse in your neck to suck as your cradle the back of his head.

The once well-ironed material of his shirt was now crumpled, top buttons unfastened to offer a peek at the patch of black chest hair beneath it.

You placed your other hand to his chest, nails raking across his skin, brushing through the coarse hair as he sucked hard on your pulse point, sending a shiver up your spine that erupted into a wanton groan.

“Shouta!” You gasp, breath flying from your lungs as his strong hands guide your hips, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he instructs firmly as his hands leave your hips to travel up your sides, over the velvet material of your evening dress.

You raise your arms, pressing one to the roof of the car and grasping at the grab bar above the window with the other to find the right amount of leverage to keep yourself pistoning up and down.

Warm lips melt into the skin of your breasts, the flat of his tongue roving between them as he pulls down the neckline of your dress to allow them to spill out before he captures one in his mouth, suckling on your nipple as you cast your head back.

A fresh gush of arousal leaves you, coating his balls, adding to the lewd noises that fill the cab as the familiar squelching sound echoes around the small space.

“So fucking tight,” he growls, your sensitive nub between his teeth as his hand takes the other between two skilled fingers, rolling and tugging in an alternating pattern. “You might ruin the seat of this car, kitten.”

He chuckles, a dark, sensuous rumble in his chest as he pulls off your breast only to strike the other with a rough slap and you keen, bucking your hips and falling out of your rhythm with the impact.

“Close,” you whimper, thrusting your hips forward, recklessly chasing that one, sweet blissful moment as you lean back, his hands sliding down your spine to support you at the angle you’ve chosen. “Sho, I’m gonna--ah, fuck, baby.”

“That’s it, ride that dick until you get what you need, baby.” He spits through gritted teeth, desperately trying to hang on through the way your walls are clamping down around him. He wants to watch you fall apart before he lets himself do the same. “Don’t you dare hold back, soak this fuckin’ backseat. Show me how much you love this cock.”

“Shitshitshit,” your chest is heaving, lungs on fire when your vision finally whites out. It’s pure pleasure as the adrenaline keeps your hips moving, sliding his length in and out of your tight heat as it spasms around his rock hard length.

He can’t hang on any longer, spilling himself into you with an animalistic groan, his hips briefly leaving the seat of the car as he loses control of them in his pussydrunk state. His lap is soaked, the rush of juices that left you and the evidence of his own orgasm oozing back out of you as the two of you slowly come to a halt together.

You lean forward, slumping against his chest to bury your face in the tresses of his hair that hang around his neck. His hands travel up your spine, one wrapping around you while the other rubs the top of your back as his lips press to your temple.

“We can’t stay here forever, baby,” he murmurs, interrupting the brief moment you’d been able to spend in the afterglow. “Sitter’s gonna be callin’ soon and we can’t ask her to stay too late again.”

“Mm, I know.” You rise, begrudgingly, pushing your fingers through his chest hair as you smile down at him. “You think Eri’s actually asleep this time or do you think she’s trying to keep herself awake in her room again?”

“Hmm, I think the brat’s still awake.” He smiles affectionately, rubbing his hands up your thighs. “She’s stubborn like her mother.”

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