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which one of the jjk guys would be into having you ride their thighs?

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Having you fall apart without doing much is one of Gojo Satoru's favorite things to do. He was laying on his bed while you were laying on top of him, chest flush against his own, your leg between his own, while one of his was between yours.

The both of you were entangled like that while exchanging heated, open-mouthed kisses, his hands settling on your hips to move you upwards, closer to his own hips.

A surge of pleasure crawls its way up your spine, caused by the way your clothed cunt rubs against the hard muscle of his thigh and your boyfriend perks up at your reaction. The corners of his mouth lift into a sly grin while his hands move to grab onto your ass.

Your arms move to push yourself up and off his chest, but you don't get too far, since his grip on you is quite strong. He guides your hips to move along his thigh, delighting in the way your arms shake as you try to hold yourself up above him.

"Aww baby, you struggling? It's fine, let yourself go for me, pretty," Satoru mumbles before leaning up to press wet, open-mouthed kisses against your collarbones, flexing his thigh and pressing it up against you, "I can feel how wet you are, you know?"

"Sh- shut up, ah-! Stop that, I- I'll cum, 'Toru," you gasp, your hips grinding your clothed cunt against his thigh, contrary to your words of complaint.

This only causes his movements to speed up, one of his hands moving up to cradle the back of your head to pull you down until your lips are only inches away from his own and the both of you share the same puffs of air.

"That's exactly what I want, angel. Soak through those panties for me, make a mess of them," he orders, his eyes locking onto yours, a blush high on his cheeks from the passion of the moment,

"Cum all over me. I'll make sure to clean you up real good after."

Your boyfriend has been tense the whole evening. The vexation he'd been feeling finally culminating in a passionate make out session as soon as the both of you entered the luxurious suite the both of you had rented for your holiday.

Suguru currently has you walking backwards into the suite until your back hits the big wall of windows that allowed the both of you to indulge in the beautiful view from this room that is high up above the rest of the city.

"You look ethereal, too much so. I want to hide you away," he groans against your kiss-swollen lips, before taking the lower one between his teeth and pulling slightly.

This elicits a groan from you and you take a deep breath when he pulls away to slip the straps of your dress down your shoulders, pressing fervent kisses against every inch of skin the fabric touches on its way down.

"You're thinking t-too much of it, Suguru. He's always flirty like that, you know him. I-," a moan spills from your lips when he bites into the skin of your shoulder, interrupting your sentence. The dress slips down, exposing your naked chest to your boyfriend.

Your warm skin presses against the cold glass when he suddenly turns you around, embracing you from behind. His toned chest moves against your back every time he breathes in, his intakes of air rough and without rhythm.

"Do not talk about him, when you're with me, princess," his strong thigh slips between your own, slightly lifting you up and off the floor, while his body keeps you pinned against the cool window, "I could not care less about what his intentions were, he has no right to put his arm around your shoulder and act all loving."

His hand moves to grab your chin, lifting your face off of the glass and turning your face to the side, leaning down so he could lick a broad stripe up the side of your neck before murmuring lowly, "What exactly is it about that, that gets you off? Someone else touching you? That can't be it, right?"

His thigh moves underneath you, rubbing against your clothed folds and you whimper, arching into the window wall, delighting in the soothing feeling the cool glass offered against your heated skin.

"Maybe you like seeing me get angry? Is that it, angel?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth, missing your lips on purpose and chuckling darkly at the pout that forms on your lips,

"Or maybe... You wanted me to fuck you in front of him. Show him who you belong to...," with that Suguru dips two of his fingers into your mouth, his hand still holding onto your chin tightly while his other hand moves to lay on your lower stomach.

With that he moves you up and down along his thigh, groaning against your neck at the way your wetness soaks through your panties and clings to his pants.

His fingers leave your mouth and grab onto your chin rather roughly turning your face to look outside at the lights of the lively city underneath.

No one would be able to see you, since the suite was located really high up in the building, but the thought of someone being able to see and being so exposed excited you beyond measure in that moment.

"Now, tell me who you belong to while I fuck you for the whole city to see, princess."

Why is he busy again?

Nanami Kento, your fiancé, is sitting at his desk again, typing away on the keyboard of his laptop. You're sitting on his lap, facing him while your arms are loosely hanging down your sides.

Your cheek is pressed against his broad chest and you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his clean clothes and his perfume - the perfect mix that has already encouraged you to steal some of his shirts in the past, just so you could enjoy it for a while longer.

Kento's hands stop typing for a second in favor of gently settling on your back so he can hug you closer to his body. "Are you tired, dear? Go to bed, I will be finished soon," the deep rumble of his voice sends a shiver down your spine

"Wanna spend s'more time with you, Kento," you mumble, hips shifting on his lap to rub your panty clad folds against his leg. He has been busy the whole day, which led to you being needy for the attractive blonde.

He feels himself harden and he buries his nose in your hair, gently guiding your hips over his leg. "My needy little sweetheart, I must have neglected you a bit too much, hm?" he chuckles softly when you answer with a tired nod.

Lowering his head, he starts leaving gentle kisses all over your neck, one of his hands moving to close the laptop.

He could finish the report in the morning.

Nosing at your chin, he encourages you to tilt your head up, diving in to capture your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Your hips grind against his leg in slow, rolling motions, dragging your panty clad cunt over the hardened muscles and causing a delicious feeling of friction.

"How about I take you to bed, darling? We can get you out of your messy underwear and I can help you get to sleep. How's that sound?" he proposes, you sleepily shake your head as hot puffs of air leave your lips.

"I wanna... cum like this first. Please," you plead, your voice soft. Who was he to deny you?

"Then let me help you come undone for me. After that I'll make sure to properly out you to sleep. After all you can not sleep without being filled up, right?"

"Why don't you do it yourself, pet?" Sukuna taunts you, as he has you sitting on one of his muscular thighs while he sits on his throne.

"Since you seem to be okay with disobeying me and moving on your own accord, try to get yourself off without my help. Let's see how far you can get," he commands, a displeased expression on his face.

You had started grinding against your master's leg without permission. That is what got you into this mess.

"Please, I didn't mean to, my body moved on its own," your attempts to reason with the man fly out of your mouth before you can think, but he stops you with a sharp glare and a pair of hands grasping onto your hips tightly.

"Do as I ordered you, little one and do it before I loose my patience," he growls, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips, sure to leave bruises by the time the both of you are done.

Reluctantly you put your hands on his shoulders to gain some leverage, rolling your hips and rubbing your naked cunt up and down against his thigh.

Being naked on his lap, while he was still wearing his robe was already humiliating, but this display of neediness on your part while he simply watched had your face burning in shame.

Tears well up in your eyes as you continue, your folds spreading your wetness along his clothed thigh while your legs start to shake, struggling to hold you up.

"P-please master - I need your help. Wanna Cum for you. Allow me to, please. I'll do - ngh - a-anything!" you babble, the desperate pleas falling from your lips in choked gasps.

The grip of his hands tightens ans he starts to move you, as you collapse against his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his robe and moaning against his chest while twitching in his lap.

"Poor little pet, can't even do this little thing right," Sukuna teases, moving you along his thigh, "How lucky that your master is feeling generous. Let's see how much I can break you even without filling you up, desperate little slut."

You like flustering Choso. His reactions are just too adorable for words.

So sitting down on his lap, only wearing a short summer dress, having conveniently forgotten to put on panties, seemed like a good plan to fluster him.

Choso looks up at you in surprise, his hands moving to your waist immediately to steady you on his thighs. A beautiful flush rises up high on his cheeks, but he doesn't avert his eyes, looking at you in awe.

"You look very pretty, angel," he tells you and something in your chest stirs at his innocent confession.

"Thank you, baby," you answer, rubbing your cunt over his thigh, one hand moving to hold on to his shoulder while the other reaches down to palm his cock over the sweatpants he is wearing right now.

"Why don't you fuck me in this dress and take it off of my body later?"

With that he freezes, "Right here? Right now?"

"Yes. Right here and right now," you simply echo back at him, riding his thigh in earnest. His thigh feels thick and sturdy underneath your naked bottom, the fabric of his sweatpants already stained with your wetness.

"Ngh!" he groans when your hand cups his growing erection in earnest, fondling him and feeling him get hard quickly by your ministrations.

One of Choso's hands moves to the nape of your neck, pulling you in closer to put your forehead against his. He keeps his eyes on your own as he gasps and shivers underneath you.

The other hand moves to lay against your ass, helping you roll your cunt over his leg.

You moan, gripping on to his shoulder tightly while moving your hips in sync with the lead of his hand.

"That's it. Good girl. Does that feel good?" he asks, wanting to hear more of your sweet sound.

"Yes - Fuck, Cho - feels so good. Feels so fucking good," you moan, the movements of your hand over his bulge getting more desperate. A breathless chuckle leaves him at your words of confirmation.

"You're dangerous, baby. Let's make a mess out of you in that dress first and I'll see about taking it off later."