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⊹　WHERE THE THUNDER CAN’T REACH　⊹ 　　jjk men x reader　◞♡　thunderstorm comfort

⌗　FEATURING　　 gojo satoru　·　geto suguru　·　nanami kento　·　fushiguro toji　·　ryomen sukuna

◞　in which you are scared of thunderstorms, and he notices before you can pretend you are fine.

◞　content + warnings thunderstorm anxiety, fear of loud noises, comfort, protective behavior, slightly rough behavior w toji and sukuna, but mostly fluff.

◞　author’s notes hi hi wanted to write something soft that gives comfort. likes, reblogs, comments, and little thoughts in my inbox are always loved <3

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⌗　GOJO SATORU　/　五条 悟

“you’re not scared of a little thunder, are you?”

satoru’s voice is teasing but his hand is already reaching for yours before you can even answer, tugging you closer on the couch like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“i’m not scared,” you mutter, even as the whole apartment lights up white for a second and the thunder cracks so loudly that the windows rattle, making you flinch so hard that your knee knocks into his thigh.

“uh huh.” he doesn’t let go of your hand. “totally not scared. that’s why you’re trying to climb into my lap right now.”

“i am not trying to climb into your lap.”

“you kind of are though.” but he’s already shifting, pulling you in properly instead of making you do the work. one of his arms loops around your waist, pulling you in until you’re tucked against his side, your face pressed into his shoulder. he smells of fabric softener and the coconut shampoo he definitely stole from you at some point. “there. better?”

“don’t waste it like that.”

satoru says amused as he watches thick ropes of sugurus cum leak out of your dripping pussy and run down your thighs. you moan as he slides two long fingers through the mess and pushes it right back inside you deep and slow to stuff every drop into your cunt.

you’re bent over satoru’s lap on the couch, ass up, still panting from how hard suguru just fucked you. “good girl,” satoru murmurs, scissoring his fingers. “keep it all inside.”

suguru laughs from behind you. he gives your ass a hard, loud slap that makes you jolt, then another one for good measure. he sits back on the couch, lights a cigarette, and takes a slow drag while he watches how satoru plays with you.

satoru pulls his shiny fingers out and lines up his thick cock, rubbing the head through the slick mess before he pushes in, forcing suguru’s load even deeper. “fuck feel that,” he groans, gripping your hips tight. “suguru filled you so nice for me.”

he bottoms out with a wet thrust and starts fucking you hard long strokes that push the cum back in with every slam. some of it leaks out around his cock and drips down onto the couch.

you whimper and grip the cushions in front of you hard, ass bouncing with each deep pound as satoru uses you like his favorite toy. suguru watches, eyes dark as he takes another drag, seeing satoru pound into your cum filled pussy. his own cock twitches and starts getting hard again at the sight.

“h-harder… please.”

the words leave yuta’s mouth soft and uncertain as he pushes another thick inch deeper inside you. your hand rests lightly against the side of his throat, not really to choke him—just to feel his racing pulse.

“…is that okay? i—i mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine, i just…”

you close your hand around his throat, adding pressure, and his forehead drops to yours as a strangled groan leaves his lips. he swallows once under your palm.

“more, please…”

he bites his lower lip, then slowly covers your hand with his own. his palm is warmer, a little shaky as he presses your fingers more firmly against his throat.

“like that,” he whispers. “just… a little more. please.”

you add more pressure and his hips jerk deeper, the head of him kissing that sensitive spot inside you. you both moan into each other’s open mouths. sweat drips down his temple as he leans in to kiss you properly, then resumes those deep thrusts.

“ah—fuck…” the curse still sounds almost shy, like he’s not used to saying it out loud. his free hand slides under your thigh, lifting you into each thrust. “you feel so good… keep going. i can take it.”

you squeeze a little more and his rhythm falters before he drives in harder. his head dips, black hair falling around his face, and a broken little sound slips from his throat. his other hand stays over yours, encouraging the pressure.

“harder. i… i like it. don’t stop. i want to feel it when i—” he cuts himself off with a sharper moan when you squeeze. “fuck—please. harder. i’m close….”

“harder.”

your hand rests loosely around the base of satoru’s throat, more unintentional than intention, but the second the word leaves his mouth you stop.

you freeze for half a second, hips stopping where they are straddling him, but he doesn’t let you pull away. his much larger hand covers yours, pressing your fingers tighter against the sides of his neck and encouraging you to increase the pressure.

his snowy hair is a wild mess on the pillow. color burns high in his cheeks, and his bright blue eyes turn glassy as he stares up at you. his chest rises and falls quickly as you apply slow pressure, feeling his pulse race beneath your palm.

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

his hips push upward, driving deeper inside you and stretching you open with each thrust. a broken moan slips from his lips when you add more pressure.

“use me,” he breathes. “use my throat, baby. choke me while you ride me.”

you lean forward, bracing more of your weight on the hand around his throat, and his eyes flutter. another gorgeous broken moan spills out as you squeeze harder. his hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into your skin as he helps you move faster, deeper.

“shit— that’s it. fuck, you look so pretty choking me out. don’t stop. ruin me. i want bruises tomorrow.”

every roll of your hips makes him groan louder, the sounds getting breathier the tighter you hold. his throat bobs under your palm with every swallowed gasp. you have never seen him like this, so eager to be used, and it makes you dizzy.

“harder, baby. make me yours,” he pants. he presses your hand tighter against his neck. “i’m so fucking close—use me. choke me while i come.”

“you choking me?”

you freeze on top of toji’s broad hips, eyes dropping to where your hand had started on his chest for balance and somehow ended up resting against his throat.

“oh—no, it’s not—” your hand starts to pull away immediately, heat rushing to your face. “i didn’t mean to, i was just—”

his calloused hand covers yours before you can fully take it back, pressing your fingers firmly against his throat.

“didn’t say you should stop.”

his scarred lip curls, dark eyes fixed on you. he shifts under you, rolling his hips up so his thick cock pushes even deeper, the heavy stretch forcing a quiet sound out of both of you. you can feel every inch of him—hot, hard, and so fucking thick it makes your thighs tremble around his waist.

“go on. squeeze. i can take it.”

you hesitate only a second longer before giving in, closing your fingers a little tighter. his pulse jumps under your palm, and a low, almost surprised groan slips out of him as his free hand grips your hip hard, helping you move.

“yeah… just like that.” his head tips back against the pillow, throat working under your hand with every swallowed breath. “fuck. keep going. don’t get shy on me now.”

his hips snap up harder, burying that heavy cock to the hilt again and again. you can feel the way it pulses inside you, the ridge of the head dragging against your walls on every pull-out before he forces it back in deep.

“harder. you’re already on my throat. might as well use it.” he presses your hand firmer against his throat, eyes locked on yours. “c’mon. make me feel it when i fill you up.”

“don’t waste it like that.”

satoru says amused as he watches thick ropes of sugurus cum leak out of your dripping pussy and run down your thighs. you moan as he slides two long fingers through the mess and pushes it right back inside you deep and slow to stuff every drop into your cunt.

you’re bent over satoru’s lap on the couch, ass up, still panting from how hard suguru just fucked you. “good girl,” satoru murmurs, scissoring his fingers. “keep it all inside.”

suguru laughs from behind you. he gives your ass a hard, loud slap that makes you jolt, then another one for good measure. he sits back on the couch, lights a cigarette, and takes a slow drag while he watches how satoru plays with you.

satoru pulls his shiny fingers out and lines up his thick cock, rubbing the head through the slick mess before he pushes in, forcing suguru’s load even deeper. “fuck feel that,” he groans, gripping your hips tight. “suguru filled you so nice for me.”

he bottoms out with a wet thrust and starts fucking you hard long strokes that push the cum back in with every slam. some of it leaks out around his cock and drips down onto the couch.

you whimper and grip the cushions in front of you hard, ass bouncing with each deep pound as satoru uses you like his favorite toy. suguru watches, eyes dark as he takes another drag, seeing satoru pound into your cum filled pussy. his own cock twitches and starts getting hard again at the sight.

“don’t waste it like that.”

satoru says amused as he watches thick ropes of sugurus cum leak out of your dripping pussy and run down your thighs. you moan as he slides two long fingers through the mess and pushes it right back inside you deep and slow to stuff every drop into your cunt.

you’re bent over satoru’s lap on the couch, ass up, still panting from how hard suguru just fucked you. “good girl,” satoru murmurs, scissoring his fingers. “keep it all inside.”

suguru laughs from behind you. he gives your ass a hard, loud slap that makes you jolt, then another one for good measure. he sits back on the couch, lights a cigarette, and takes a slow drag while he watches how satoru plays with you.

satoru pulls his shiny fingers out and lines up his thick cock, rubbing the head through the slick mess before he pushes in, forcing suguru’s load even deeper. “fuck feel that,” he groans, gripping your hips tight. “suguru filled you so nice for me.”

he bottoms out with a wet thrust and starts fucking you hard long strokes that push the cum back in with every slam. some of it leaks out around his cock and drips down onto the couch.

you whimper and grip the cushions in front of you hard, ass bouncing with each deep pound as satoru uses you like his favorite toy. suguru watches, eyes dark as he takes another drag, seeing satoru pound into your cum filled pussy. his own cock twitches and starts getting hard again at the sight.