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rosesaints · 3 days

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE — jjk men and summer

// now playing the songs of the summer: g. satoru, t. fushiguro, g. suguru, c. kamo, n. kento

summary: hot, filthy, nasty sex with the jjk sex inspired by hot summer things and my summer 2024 playlist! warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, degradation (gojo), public sex, rough sex (all lol), oral f!receiving (choso), all of them are literally matching each other's freaks in public, it's crazy

: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU

now playing: SUNDRESS by A$AP ROCKY .ᐟ

shopping sprees after seeing you in a pretty lil' sundress, grabbing your ass in public, sneaking kisses in the fitting room, curious hands sliding up your thighs on a picnic surrounding by dozens of designer bags, laughs muffled against the sunkissed skin of your shoulder.

the first time gojo sees you in a sundress has him urgently dialing up his bank to increase his credit card limit. "listen, i don't give a shit, make it happen—" shuts his phone off and looks at you in that devious smile you've grown accustomed to seeing when he has something up his sleeve.

he looks you up and down, lingers on the silky smooth expanse of your legs and lets his scorching gaze travel up to where you're showing off a generous amount of cleavage. he resists a groan, settles for grabbing you by your waist instead. "you down to go shopping, sweetheart?"

a fucking menace to retail workers everywhere, barely tries to hide the fact that he's sneaking into your fitting room, just shoves several hundred dollar bills into the hands of the nearest worker. "satoru! there's people outside—"

"just gotta stay quiet, yeah?" he rolls up the backside of your dress, hurriedly pressing you up against the nearest surface as you feel his hard length rubbing up against your cunt, excited and eager and already dripping with pre-cum. despite yourself, you moan. "already bought out the store anyway. fuck, you're so hot."

he's so mean, pinching and rolling the bud of your nipple in that rough way that he knows drives you crazy, sends you gasping and squirming for more. slaps your ass—vulgar, obscene, filthy—chuckling behind you when you yelp.

"been thinking about fucking you in this slutty little dress all day. gonna fuck you in every single one of these dresses."

: ̗̀➛ TOJI FUSHIGURO

now playing: I DON'T WANNA FALL IN LOVE by KYLE .ᐟ

the fleeting feeling of a summer fling, scorching gazes under the sun, straps falling over your shoulders, watching muscles flex under tight compression shirts, letting ice cream dribble down your lips.

sometimes, toji just makes it so easy. he doesn't wanna do anything serious? fine. you've been at it all day, bending down in your tiny little tops and shorts when you know you're in his line of vision, licking your popsicle slowly and sensually, making eye contact with him as a drop falls on your chest and scooping it up with a lithe finger, sucking it clean. to his credit, toji doesn't break. barely even reacts.

but you see the way his fists clench and the subtle way a vein pops out of his forehead, and it makes you grin in victory. you walk away from him with more sway and confidence in your hips, and he follows after you nevertheless like a looming rain cloud.

when you close the door behind you to finally, finally confront the consequences of your actions, he only mutters three simple words. "are you done?"

"not quite."

later, when he wraps a heavy hand around your hair, and forces you to look at the mirror, at your debauched and wrecked state, eyes rolling back and drooling as he fucks you hard from behind, victory somehow tastes even sweeter. "this what you want, sweetheart? this what you wanted to get out of teasing me all day? brat. you've got some audacity. where's all that fire now, huh?"

"make me yours, toji," you babble, grasping onto nothing as you push your hips back to meet his punishing thrusts. "'s what i want, all i want, please."

"too fucking bad," he emphasizes each word with a thrust. "only good girls get what they want."

: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU

now playing: SEX ON THE BEACH by PARTYNEXTDOOR .ᐟ

bass reverberating through your skull at a house party, hazy with smoke and that flighty, weightless feeling of seeing someone across the bonfire, dancing up against someone you don't quite know, smoking a cigarette together behind the house, rings that leave goosebumps on your skin.

"that's it, there you go, get them wet for me," geto's pushing his ringed fingers into your mouth, and you can feel the cold metal clashing against the hot velvet of your mouth. he tastes like bergamot and tea and leather. when he goes a little too far back, you gag, and the noise sends an electric shock down his spine. he pulls his fingers out and appraises them, digits shining in the moonlight. it makes your throat run dry. "think they're soaked enough for you?"

he hums, looks you up and down with impossibly dark eyes. "guess we'll see."

it should make you feel a little bit scared, the way he's got you spreading your legs for him just outside the party. you can literally hear people on the floor above you, laughing and blasting music. salt air and cigarette smoke lingering in the air as he pulls your panties to the side and circles your cunt, once, twice, before one finger slips in, relishing the way your eyes go wide and lips fall slightly open.

"you're shameless, aren't you?" his question has you clenching your legs, closing your eyes as the lewd noises of his fingers pumping in and out gets louder and faster. "letting me do this to you where anyone could see?"

"m—mhm," your head's going fuzzy at the edges, rutting into his hand and eyes rolling back at the delicious friction. you know how desperate and depraved you must look, but you can't find it in you to particularly care, not with the way geto's looking at you like you hung the moon itself. "give me another one, i can take it, please—"

his fingers stop in their tracks, and you find yourself whining, begging him to continue. geto's eyes darkens. "you think you deserve it?"

"prove it to me."

: ̗̀➛ CHOSO KAMO

now playing: TIME TO PRETEND by MGMT .ᐟ

spontaneous road trips at 2 AM, running through a gas station in the dead of night, slushies and cotton candy and junk food, sugar rushes, like hanging out of the sunroof while the love of your life drives through a windy tunnel, laughs echoing around you.

choso is just so fun to hang out with. usually so calm and reserved, you were surprised when he agreed to a day full of stereotypical summer fun, driving around doing dumb shit together and allowing him to just feel. "i'll go where you go."

something was so effortless, so easy and comforting about the feeling of his hand on your calf as you hung out of the sun roof, his arms around you as you watched the sunset, sharing a snow cone together in the car, laughing as it dripped down on to the hot leather seats of his car.

of course, all sugar rushes have to come down. but they don't necessarily have to just yet.

it's what leads you to reach across the console and clamber on to his lap, lips meeting his to taste the artificial sweeteners that lingered on his tongue. you pull back to momentarily glance at the dumbstruck look on his face, smiling slyly, "tastes delicious."

"oh fuck, oh fuck—" he's got you spread over the backseat, and he's licking hot, searing stripes onto your cunt, ravenous and insatiable and tongue pumping in and out of you at a pace that has you seeing god.

you watch, mesmerized, as he takes another bite of the snowcone before plunging back in, the mixture of his hot tongue and the cold ice of the cone sending delicious, exquisite shivers down your spine.

"you're so sweet," choso hums into your pussy, smiling when he hears you gasp and writhe underneath his tongue. "you taste like a dream come true."

: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO

now playing: SUMMER BUMMER by LANA DEL REY .ᐟ

night swimming in pools, drinking expensive wine and having dinner by the beach, the feeling of a hand on your back, lounging on soft sand with the breeze in your hair, head in his lap as he reads to you.

nanami wines and dines you like he's still pursuing you. for him, it means reserving that seaside restaurant he knows you've been eyeing for months, helping you get ready at your apartment, zipping up the long dress he specifically bought for you for the occasion, and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. holds your hand all the way into the restaurant, pulls your chair back for you, and looking at you with so much love and adoration it hurts.

he loves you so much, that he lets you tease him under the table as you look over the menu. his breath hitches when your free hand goes to unzip his pants, but tries not to let his expression betray the filthy, depraved things you're about to do to him.

you order your appetizer and drinks without breaking a sweat but pumping him with so much ferocity that he stumbles over his words multiple times while trying to order for himself. you smile at him sweetly nonetheless, like nothing's wrong.

he comes with a silent gasp when you rub over his tip in just the right way, eyes widening in shock as you pull your hand back just when the server sets your appetizer down. watches intently as you delightfully take one of the hors d'oeuvres and take a bit, tongue brushing against your fingers, the ones that have just finished him off. "thanks, nanami!"

something in him snaps.

nanami takes a sip of wine and readjusts his tie. he'll deal with you later.

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omitea · 3 days

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𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅*𝐂𝐊 .ᐟ

꒰ ft. ꒱ fwb! gojo, geto, nanami. pt. 1

꒰ content. ꒱ fwb. highly suggestive. fem! reader. roommate! geto. coworkers w nanami. no smut, but tagged due to suggestiveness rate. do not look at me. i will hide. proofread? idk.

꒰ note. ꒱ putting it in two parts bc sleepy yk. bon appétit.

♯ G. SATORU was the one who jokingly came up with the idea, slightly sulking about how both of you are single. so, you only added more to that specific idea of his. and if he knew how good it felt to be so close to you, getting the opportunity to be deep inside you occasionally, he would’ve suggested it a long time ago. he tries to convince himself that this is what he wanted— to just continue being friends while tending to each other’s needs. but the way you desperately clung to him and squeeze around him, made it almost impossible for him to keep his confession at the tip of his tingling tongue. daring to spill as he continues to roll his hips just right. though, he prefers to settle for drowning out your pretty moans for now with each thrust. hoping that you can at least feel how bad he truly wants you.

♯ G. SUGURU was surprisingly quite the opposite in comparison to his appearance. you often felt his sharp eyes linger a tad bit too much on your form, almost burning your skin if he had the ability to do so. pressing a bit too hard against the plush of your ass when he needed to grab something from the cupboard, or staring a bit too long whenever you bend over to pick something up. and truthfully, it wasn’t that shocking when he made up an excuse to sleep in your bed on some random night. which somehow led to your thighs cradling his face— nails digging in the headboard as his tongue does wonders. the feeling of a cold metal bud sending shivers down your spine, along with the shaking of your legs. his muffled groans only made you wanna grind harder if that was even possible. he made you feel so good with every move the warm muscle did, which only deserved to be returned with a reward.

♯ K. NANAMI was rather stunned when you offered to ‘relieve’ his stress. it only left him contemplating whether or not he should take it. and deciding on going with it, he must’ve been a liar if he were to say he didn’t feel a slight ounce of shame. but yet the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around him was what kept him going on most evenings when he had to work overtime. biting his lips to suppress his deep groans as you work him up from under his desk— somehow growing harder at the thought of being caught with his beloved little coworker. the sight of your bleary eyes looking up at him almost makes him grab your throat and shove it further down. he can’t help but think that maybe he should hurry and make you his instead, and show everyone where all the motivation comes from.

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