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hazel .ᐟ strictly 18+ .ᐟ jjk-centric .ᐟ nsfw writing blog for @satorus-princess .ᐟ
❝ every hour, every minute, every second
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you know night after night, i'll be fucking you right ❞
satoru laughs when you're practically ripping his clothes off when you're ovulating, an amused, mocking laugh. breathless against your mouth as you kiss him hungrily. eager for his touch, for him.
and when you ask him to fuck you harder, he's crooning with such a saccharine lilt you wouldn't think that he's pounding his hips into yours. enough that you already know your hips will be sore the next day.
"oh my poor baby. you needed me so bad, look at the mess you're making," he's cooing but he can't help the ruined groans from slipping out when you clench around him so sinfully, leaking all over his cock in a way that only makes him bully his cock against your cervix even meaner.
I MISS YOU MY GOAT :((
THIS MADE ME :(( I MISS YOU GUYS TOO SIGHHH
satoru laughs when you're practically ripping his clothes off when you're ovulating, an amused, mocking laugh. breathless against your mouth as you kiss him hungrily. eager for his touch, for him.
and when you ask him to fuck you harder, he's crooning with such a saccharine lilt you wouldn't think that he's pounding his hips into yours. enough that you already know your hips will be sore the next day.
"oh my poor baby. you needed me so bad, look at the mess you're making," he's cooing but he can't help the ruined groans from slipping out when you clench around him so sinfully, leaking all over his cock in a way that only makes him bully his cock against your cervix even meaner.
if satoru came home to you baking in an apron and only an apron, he'd fall to his knees like the most reverent, devoted man
and he'd devour you before the sweet treats you were making (if you manage to finish making them because he's gonna be all over you)
cw (minors please dni): dom!fem!reader, sub!gojo, use of a strap, blowjob? (he sucks off the strap), teensy bit of degradation, humping, hair pulling
a/n: yum actual pegging fic here <3
“c’mon, you're taking your sweet time,” satoru huffs, while you secure the strap-on around you.
he's already assumed his position on his knees in front of you, solely in his boxers that strain against his heavy, leaking cock. the azure waves of his hues crash into yours as he stares up at you through his frosty eyelashes. pure lust and desperation pour into them despite knowing that he won't be getting any direct satisfaction.
you arch an eyebrow at him and he grins. “someone's impatient,” you comment.
“duh, i was the one who suggested this.”
“slut,” you say jokingly.
“mm, yeah, keep going and i'll cum in my boxers before you even touch me,” he practically purrs, and with the debauched glint in his eyes you doubt he's joking.
you roll your eyes, half good-naturedly, before you thread your fingers through his pearly strands, tugging him closer and he moans at the rough treatment. thankfully, you can shut his talking up easily, and that you do - lightly drumming the silicone on his lips and his mouth automatically falls open. inviting, eager.
he graces the tip of it with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, all while smirking up at you, making sure his eyes are locked with yours. he spits on it and uses his hand to smear it all over, stroking it methodically as if it were real, twisting his wrist with each glide.
his hands snake up to hold your waist and his lips become further apart. he works the fake dick into his mouth, eyes half-lidded as he bobs his head up and down, gradually taking it deeper. he hums around the length, clearly enjoying himself as his ministrations become sloppier, more depraved.
and the way he’s desperately grinding his bulge against your leg tells the whole story, hips stuttering, unable to keep a steady rhythm.
his eyelashes flutter as his eyes fall shut on their own, moaning from the friction and how much he’s getting into sucking off your strap like he’s done it a thousand times before.
“oh, fuck. this is so hot,” he murmurs, muffled as he slowly pulls off, a string of spit attaching his lips to the tip and drool trickling down the corner of his mouth, which he doesn’t bother to wipe away.
he makes eye contact with you again as he drags his long tongue across the underside of the silicone dick so sensually. and when he reaches the ridged head of it, he swirls his tongue over it, round and round, up and down.
a smug smirk curls the corners of his mouth upwards when he notices the slightly hazy look in your eyes, cheeks hot with so many feelings - awe, lust, simply flustered. and the man beneath you so smug that he could have this effect on you without even touching you.
“you like this? seeing me on my knees for you, shutting me up? ruinin’ me and you aren’t even touching me. pull my hair again, i like it.”
he moans when you clutch the back of his head and pull on his hair, guiding him back to the toy, which he easily takes back into his mouth, making sure that you’re watching every second of him as he gradually takes it further and deepthroats it, purposely choking.
his eyes almost roll back, and he whines and humps your leg harder as if getting more and more turned on by his own actions and having his throat so filled. a wet gasp escapes him as he pulls off almost all the way, only to do it again, his eyes glassy.
becoming impatient by the second, he dances his fingers down to your calf and holds your leg still for him to rub himself against it. his swollen, pink lips pop off the strap and he stares up at you with such a needy gaze it makes your breath hitch. he’s practically drowning you in his desperation.
his fingers sneak to your exposed pussy, dripping with syrupy arousal just from watching him. he smiles, mischievous and dirty. “let me get my mouth on the real thing now, huh? gotta treat my princess before she fucks me.”
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cw (minors please dni): gn!reader, sex scene but it’s pretty vanilla, break-up, reader just doesn’t love him like i do smh
a/n: inspired by undressed by sombr teehee enjoy <3
every inch of satoru consumes you. the smell of sweat and desperation drowning your nose, the heat of his exhausted yet insatiable body burning you, his husky voice murmuring praises into your skin that sound too much like apologies while he languidly trails kisses down the length of your neck. and he looks as ruined as he sounds; dishevelled hair like a broken pearl necklace scattered over the place, bottom lip swollen from him biting down on it, cheeks flushed.
“god, you’re so good for me,” he whispers shakily into your ear, a groan following after as he slowly rocks his hips into yours, his hands gripping your thighs like he never wants to let you go and doesn’t want you to let him go either. he keeps your legs wrapped around his waist, tethered to him. he pulls back from your ear and looks down at you, eyes searching yours. “look at me, sweetheart.” he sounds like he’s begging.
he doesn’t stop the deep, unhurried yet purposeful strokes, a moan falling gracefully from his lips when you squeeze around him. he reaches down to brush the hair back from your face, kissing your neck again before travelling up to your lips. it’s a rushed kiss, like he can’t help himself nor bear having a single inch not stuck to you.
“what are you thinking?” he asks quietly, begrudgingly parting from your lips. his ocean eyes are swimming with vulnerability and doubts, a side he only reveals to you, since he can drop the strongest title.
the first time he said ‘i love you’ to you and you reciprocated, he left his bloody, beating heart in your palms, trusting you to never drop it. a trust so sacred.
“nothing,” you smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. he knows it. he’s noticed that fake smile plastered to your lips more recently. of course he notices, he doesn’t even need to use his six eyes to know.
but he lets it go. instead, he lowers his body onto yours, chest to chest, racing heart of worry to racing heart of arousal, and buries his face into your neck. his safety blanket, his solace, his place to breathe. pink lips brushing against your pulse so intimately. his voice is strained as he moans your name, letting it seep through your skin and linger. and, oh, when you whimper his name, it shatters his very soul.
he slows down his thrusts even more, wanting to bask in this moment, clinging to you, yearning to be connected to you with more than just slick and sweat. and when you tangle your fingers in his hair, a beacon of hope shimmers within him.
little did he know that that beacon would be destroyed. stepped on, along with his heart that plunged to the floor at your feet. your hands stained with the remnants of his heart that was once cradled by them.
it’s futile to try, isn’t it? he knows you could do better, you deserve better. even if each word you speak feels like a sharp stab to his already-stomped-on heart.
“i’m sorry, satoru. i tried, i really did. but it’s… exhausting being with someone who’s never really even there.” and the crack in your voice tells him that it hurts you as much as it hurts him.
but he’s tired, too, right? he never meant to hurt you, the one most precious to him. the one who only made him more determined to harbour the burdens of the strongest. the one who allowed him to let down his guard and relax on you when it got exhausting.
yet he stands there in front of you, blindfold concealing his pained eyes, like he knew this was inevitable. accepting and helpless. the one battle he wouldn’t be able to win. not against cruel fate.
just like that, he lets you go. lets go of the fantasy of something so real, but never meant for him. when really, all he wants to do is be wrapped in your embrace once again.
and months later, when he sees you across the street with someone else, he feels a punch to his gut. his heart thuds against his chest, like it's desperate to escape and run back to you, into your palms, its home.
you look happier. like you could’ve been with him if he had only had more time for you. but that was out of his control. perhaps the strongest was never meant for love, like you once told him. even if he wanted to love again, he wouldn’t tear down his walls for anyone else but you.
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. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | satoru recording himself riding a dildo because he misses you and your strap </3
“nngh-- fuck, mommy… miss you so much,” satoru whimpers into the empty room, lowering his hips down onto the thick toy suctioned to the floor, his thighs trembling and knees slipping along the floorboards.
his cock hangs heavy between his thighs, untouched, leaking so profusely that it drips onto the floor below in a small puddle, the tip so red it almost looks like it hurts. and his back is arched so beautifully, head tipped back, white hair tickling between his shoulder blades as he calls your name so desperately, his voice bouncing off the walls.
he twitches with each rise and fall of his hips, switching between a slow pace and a needy pace. he can’t help but ride faster when he imagines it’s your strap fucking him into the mattress relentlessly, calling him your slut, pounding into him when he begs for more.
“f-fuck, yeah. yeah, ‘m your slut.”
he chokes out a moan, caught up in his own fantasy as his eyes flutter shut. he slows his hips, letting the toy drag along his insides so lewdly and his hips jerk violently when it kisses his prostate so intimately. beads of precum adding to the puddle below.
“o-ooh, g-god… right there, right there. please, right there,” he gasps, repeating the same movement to hit his sweetest spot over and over again. each time increases the pitch of his moans and pulls his eyes further back into his skull. “oh my fuckin’ god… wish you were here. wish-- hnngh… wish you could fuck me. i need you hah so bad, mommy.”
he leans forward, hot palms pressing against the wooden floorboards to ground himself as he eagerly bucks his hips against the dildo. shallow thrusts complemented with filthy shlick shlick shlicks. and despite his rhythm becoming slightly unsteady, his arch never wavers. a show just for you.
what a blessing it is to have the strongest wrapped around your finger and so needy for you while you’re miles away on a mission.
a string of drool hangs from the corner of his mouth, his maw hanging open and his eyes rolled back in such a pornographic display. it’s a combination of wanting to put on a show for you and the pure ecstasy buzzing through his system.
“i’m making such a mess,” he mutters, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a need that only you can satiate. he glances down at the continuous dripping of precum from the blushing head of his cock, yet he never moves to touch it. “need to cum so bad.”
he braces himself with his hands pushed against the floor, rocking his hips faster. desperate, uninhibited, insatiable. he smacks his ass down on it, his rhythm stuttering and wanton moans getting caught in his throat as he manages to attack his prostate insistently.
he tightens around the toy, imagining the condescending lilt in your voice as you tease him for being so eager. and it only making him fuck himself harder, taking the dildo deep until his mouth falls open and his eyes screw shut.
“oh, f-fuck, fuck, ngh fuck… it’s so-- i’m so close,” he whimpers, in between stutters and broken moans so wispy they get lost in the heated atmosphere of the room. “please, please… just a little more… gonna be hah s-so good for you.”
with a few more unsteady rolls of his hips and pitched moans of your name, rambling like a prayer, spurts of cum suddenly shoot all over the floor and he shakes with hot pleasure coursing through him.
his head is tilted all the way back it’s a miracle it hasn’t snapped, his adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to let strangled noises free, silence falling from his lips.
he continues to ride the dildo, dragging his orgasm out until he’s milked his cock for all its worth, twitching with each rope of cum it squirts out.
through laboured breaths, he gradually comes back to his senses, opening his eyes to make sure his phone camera captured every second of it. and a pleased smirk slinks onto his lips as he faces the camera. a smirk that tells you what exactly will happen once you come back home.
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JUNGKOOK AND TORUUUUU
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satoru 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
We love u and miss u and we love that your taking ur time and we and giving you so many kissing mwah mwah mwah
i love you and miss you all very much but hazel is afraid she won't be making a comeback anytime soon </3
MWAH you get so many kisses back hehe
. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | dry humping with nerdjo when you’re ovulating
you had pushed him back on his dorm bed, unable to help yourself when he was going on about something that happened during one of his classes. how he corrected the professor who tried to save their own pride by arguing with your self-assured boyfriend.
your thighs were squeezing together while he told you about it, a cute pout on his lips because he knew he was right. and you could barely catch the whole story because you were busy staring at his lips. at his jaw that you were tempted to take out a protractor and see just how sharp it was. at his arms bulging in his hoodie when he folded them over his chest.
you couldn’t handle it. your panties were becoming soaked.
you didn’t bother taking off either of your clothes, flipping your skirt up and straddling him to grind against him.
“b-baby-- fuck…” he whimpers, hands clutching your waist as you rut desperately against the bulge in his jeans, the fabric quickly becoming darker from a combination of his pre and your arousal. “what’s hah gotten into you?”
“i love you,” you whisper, leaning down, breath mingling with his. “i love hearing you speak. everything about you. mm, fuck… you make me so wet.”
he has to bite back a moan in response to your words. he stutters out something along the lines of an “i love you” back. then, he remembers the little note in his calendar that he put, keeping track of your cycle.
oh.
his glasses are foggy and skewed on his face, but he’s staring up at you with glassy eyes, a starry gaze of love and awe in them. he’s panting softly, mouth parted. you take his chin between your fingers, urging him to open his mouth further and you spit right onto his tongue.
he whines. loudly. his hips bucking up violently into yours, his clothed bulge catching on your clit just right. his hold tightens on your hips and he can’t help the frantic humping as he holds you down firmly on his lap. he ruts and ruts, like he’s the one in heat. already looking completely ruined.
“fuck, fuck. oh, fuck, you’re so hot. i need to… can i fuck you, please, baby?”
you slow down your hips, gyrating them in lecherous circles and figure 8’s, head tipping back as you moan so sweetly into the sultry air. your panties are a sticky mess at this point, sticking to you like a second skin, see-through and filthy.
“can’t, ‘toru. we don’t have condoms right now. plus this feels sooo good.”
“i’ll pull out, i promise,” he insists, breathy and needy. he can feel you soaking him through the layers of fabric, your heat making him twitch within the confines of his jeans. he aches to feel your cloying warmth wrapped around him instead. “jus’… hah need you so bad.”
“you can never pull out. you’re so weak when it comes to me,” you whisper again, and he groans, head lolling back on his pillow.
he knows you’re right, but god, does he need you.
you start to hump him faster again, the slick puddle between the two of you easing the glide of your hips. you grind against him like you’re riding him, completely taking control and making him dizzy. he feels like he’s going insane. and each time his cock drags against you just right, your thighs tremble on each side of his lap, only making you gush again, continuously leaking.
“love this so much, ‘toru,” you mewl, planting your palms on his chest so that you can grind against him faster and harder. a shiver runs through you, a shock of pleasure pulling your eyes back into your skull. “you feel so good like this.”
that hot little pool of pleasure in your lower abdomen growing hotter and spreading through you.
he’s whimpering out your name like a sacred prayer, sweat rolling down his neck as he tries to suppress the urge to fuck you. tries and fails pathetically. all he can think about is the way your sweet walls massage his cock, dripping all over him and sending him to heaven early.
“‘m gonna die like this. not being able to fuck you.”
“you’re so cute when you’re needy,” you giggle, leaning back down and kissing him. it’s a hungry kiss, like both of you are starving for each other, teeth clashing, moaning hotly into each other’s mouths.
one of his hands trail up from your hip to the back of your head, tangling in your hair and keeping you in place to kiss you like it might be the last time he ever will. his tongue slides against yours before you capture it between your lips and suck gently.
you feel his fingers twitch on your hip and in your hair, a muffled moan resounding through him and his eyes roll back. his body trembles beneath yours, grasp tightening on your hip before it slowly relaxes again. you feel warmth quickly seeping through your panties, something hot that isn’t your own slick.
pulling back from the heated kiss, you look down at him, seeing the flush deepening on his cheeks and the hazy look in his baby blue eyes. he’s gently rutting into you, dick pulsing with each grind.
“did you just cum?” you ask, awe and a deeper desire taking over the look in your eyes.
he drapes his arm over his eyes, catching his breath. “maybe. a tiny bit.”
you giggle again, looking down at the dark patch on his jeans that got bigger. “a little bit, huh?” you continue to rub yourself against him, and it doesn’t take long for his cock to twitch back to life. “think you can go again? i don’t think i can stop.”
he slumps back, but still eager to please you. “you really are gonna kill me.”
a/n: welcome back sub toru!!
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look how pretty my nails are
teaching spoilt brat satoru manners and it's just relentlessly teasing him with your soaked folds gliding over his cock, purposely letting his tip catch on your entrance, working whines out of him until he stutters a sweet little "p-please... just put it in already. need to be inside you so bad, please."
and when you finally give it to him, moans mingling, his mouth falling open, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your walls hugging him, you stay seated on him. unmoving.
"now, say 'thank you'," you whisper in his ear and he groans, head tipping back.
"t-thank you. oh, god, thankyouthankyouthankyou," it spills from his lips like a prayer.
okay i know i said i'm not officially back yet but i miss you guys, talk to me </3
i'm gonna write sugar daddy satoru feeding you fresh tropical fruit on a private beach during the day and fucking you dumb in the fancy hotel room during the night to cope with all the work i have 🙂↕️
yeah i need this immediately 💔💔💔
anywhosies i'm going on a little hiatus i love you all 🫶🏽