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hey guys how is everybody doing 🥹 i got strapped tf down for the first time😭😭🙏

#satorusdoll yaps ㅤꢾ꣒ #idkhowtofeel #shitwas8inches #good lord #thisthegayestthingtohappentomethisyearbro #felt good tho

mrsblaileen

thinking about higuruma sending you a video of him unbuckling his belt just to tease you. suggestive drabble, fem!reader.

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It’s a low shot of his abdomen, cropped just below the shoulders so you can’t quite catch the way his expression darkens, the heady look swirling in those tired eyes - just the toned column of his throat and the way he’s tugged the knot of his tie loose. His thighs spread a little as he eases back onto the desk he’s leaning on, the movement indulgent and unrushed. His hands creep into frame equally as slowly, and your eyes are glued to them in an instant - the shine of his cuff links, the veins jumping over his knuckles as thick fingers tease the buckle open nice and slow.

The video is quiet, just the sound of his steady breathing and the gentle clink of the belt, heavy metal against buttery leather. You strain your ears just to catch the way his breath hitches a little when he finally unclasps the button, then comes the teasing whir of the zipper as he drags it down achingly slow, tooth by metal tooth. The entire ordeal is a glorified strip tease - a HR report waiting to happen if the murmur of muffled cold calls in the background is anything to go by.

It cuts off just before the reveal, gifting you nothing but a passing glimpse at the bulge pressing through the dark briefs he has hidden beneath his slacks, and a slip of milky skin where his dress shirt has ridden up with the movement. He sends it alongside a simple text message: ‘I’ll be home in two hours. Show me just how patient my sweet girl can be, okay?’

satorusdoll

this is literally everything i would ever want in life

konigsluv

HANDSY!Higuruma x Reader

꒦꒷ Handsy!Higuruma gets bold under the table in public no less, teasing you shamelessly through a clouded head...

contains: fem!reader. public fingering. semi-public sex. teasing. drunk reader/Higuruma. alley sex. dirty talk.

If it isn't another night, another case celebrated in some hole in the wall pub your firm frequented. It's been a stressful few months, grueling, really, but finally- finally, the homicide case was closed and put to rest.

You and Higuruma had been the ones dealing with the brunt of it. The paralegals were left forgotten, pushed to the sidelines when the two of you really focused and got into the zone, insisting that everything was in good hands and under control. The man you represented, accused of a crime Higuruma was certain he didn't commit, was found innocent. Not guilty on all counts.

Thank god for the CCTV footage that confirmed your client's whereabouts and backed up his alibi. It had been a last-minute find, discovered just days before the final hearing, but it was a pivotal piece of evidence that really shifted the favor in your guys' tide.

The grainy video showed your client clear as day, miles away from the crime scene at the exact time the murder happened.

Even the corrupt system of Japan couldn't find something to override it, couldn't twist the facts enough to make it disappear.

Which was cause for celebration, naturally.

#aurora’s faves ♡‎

splurtz

IS IT A CRIME TO LET YOUR LAW PROFESSOR FUCK YOU ON YOUR COUCH?

SYPNOSIS. after that heated encounter in his office, you've been dodging his lectures and ignoring every reminder of what happened that night. higuruma hiromi is more frustrated than ever—until he finally stops waiting and takes what you've both been circling for weeks.

— PART ONE

PAIRING. law prof! higuruma hiromi x law student! reader

WC. 4.4k

CONTENT. MDNI. professor/student. age gap. oral sex (f receiving). vaginal sex. unprotected sex. dirty talk. light degradation. usual rain trope lololol.

A/N. art by hunnismoker on x. first post after getting flagged !!!

you’ve been ghosting his class for almost two weeks.

not on purpose…at least, that’s what you tell yourself. it started innocently enough when midterms starts, three back-to-back exams in four days was hell. then the cold came, a scratchy throat turning into fever. you told yourself you’d catch up once the fog cleared but even after the fever broke, you didn’t go back.

a stupid group project drama piled on next. one groupmate ghosted entirely, another argued over every citation, and the third kept rewriting your sections without asking. you spent nights in the library staring at shared google docs, highlighter bleeding through pages you weren’t reading, mind drifting somewhere else entirely.

and underneath all of it was the real reason.

the humiliating, pulsing truth you couldn’t admit out loud even to yourself.

every time you pictured walking into that lecture hall, sliding into your usual seat, you felt his eyes on you again. the one he gave you that monday evening in his office when the door was locked and your knees were on carpet and his hand was fisted in your hair.

the memory played on cruel repeat, you could still taste him—still feel the stretch of your throat when he fucked it.

you tried to study criminal intent the way you always had: highlighters, flashcards, color-coded notes. but every time the mens rea slides appeared in your mind, you saw him at the podium instead. black marker in hand, diagramming voluntary manslaughter like it was nothing, his voice never failing to sound low and tired.

you imagined him turning to the board and writing your name in the margin next to “reckless disregard.” imagined him underlining “guilty mind” twice, then looking back at you over his shoulder with that unreadable stare.

your stomach would knot. your thighs would press together under whatever table you were hiding at. heat would crawl up your neck and settle low in your belly until you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom just to breathe.

so you skipped.

there’s no way you could focus anyway.

one lecture became two. two became four. by the sixth absence you were submitting everything online. you polished every pdfs attached to curt emails with subject lines like “week 7 reading response” and “torts ii problem set.” you were still doing the work. still getting As on the assignments he graded without comment. no one could say you weren’t keeping up.

but he noticed.

higuruma hiromi doesn’t chase students. he doesn’t send gentle “concerned professor” emails with smiley faces or pull anyone aside after class with a hand on the shoulder and a murmured “is everything alright?” he isn’t built that way. he marks absences in neat red ink on the roster.

so you knew he’d seen it. knew because the last assignment you submitted came back with feedback that was longer than usual.

“strong analysis of actus reus, but your discussion of mens rea lacks depth. consider the subjective vs objective standard more carefully. office hours are still available if clarification is needed.”

was that an invitation? you don’t know.

you deleted the email without replying. closed your laptop. buried your face in your pillow and tried not to think about how badly you wanted to walk into his office again.

instead you stayed away.

it’s a thursday evening and the sky is already dark by 5:30, rain hammering the campus like it’s trying to wash the whole place clean. you’re huddled under the inadequate bus shelter outside the law building. you opened your phone for the third time to check the ETA, the next bus kept getting pushed back.

your fingers are numb on the screen. the cold seeps through your hoodie, makes your teeth chatter in small, embarrassing bursts.

you keep thinking about how stupid this is—standing here freezing when you could have easily just stayed in your apartment with the heater on and another excuse not to face him.

you only came here cause you needed air.

you needed it because every time you close your eyes all you see is him.

the tired lines around his eyes that made him look older and sharper. the way his jaw tightened right before he told you to open your mouth. the low rasp in his voice when he said “that’s it” while he pushed deeper, like he was grading your ability to take him.

it's making you insane.

it makes your chest ache now. it’s not just want, you actually need him. shame mixed with this stupid, gnawing need to know if he thinks about it too. if he replays the way you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, or the sound you made when he finally let you breathe. you hate how much space he takes up in your head.

headlights cut through the downpour suddenly. a black sedan slows, pulls right up to the curb in front of the shelter. the passenger window slides down with a quiet hum.

“get in.”

his voice slices through the rain noise.

you stare for a second. higuruma is behind the wheel, his face is half-shadowed, but you can see the faint crease between his brows.

you hesitate.

“i’m not waiting,” he says. “the bus is delayed. you’ll be here another half hour at least.”

you feel your pulse jump in your throat. it’s really him, sitting there in the driver’s seat with the same rolled sleeves and the same tired expression you’ve been replaying for weeks. part of you wants to stay right where you are under the shelter and keep pretending none of this exists, because getting in the car means facing whatever this is head-on. but the cold is biting through your hoodie, your jeans are soaked at the bottom, and the thought of waiting out here alone while he drives away makes your chest tighten. you already know you’re going to regret it either way, but standing here freezing feels worse than whatever happens next.

your feet move before you decide. you duck out from under the shelter, yank the door open, slide inside. the door thuds shut and suddenly the world is muffled…everything else gone quiet except your own heartbeat thumping loud in your ears.

higuruma doesn’t look at you right away. just checks the mirrors, pulls away from the curb smooth and controlled.

silence stretches awkwardly for a few minutes.

“address,” he says finally.

you rattle off your off-campus place a few miles away. he nods while he inputs it into the gps without comment. the screen glows blue on the dash … then more silence. the wipers sweep steady as you steal glances at him, his hands on the wheel look steady, veins standing out against his skin.

“six absences,” he says out of nowhere. “consistent, aren’t you?”

“i submitted everything on time.”

“i know.” he flicks the turn signal, merges left. “your work is fine. better than fine but you’re not in the room. that’s still a problem.”

you swallow, “i’ve been busy. you know midterms…group stuff, also got sick for a bit.”

“convenient timing.” he chuckles as heat floods your face.

“it’s not like that.”

“isn’t it?” he glances over. “you avoid the lecture hall, avoid my eyes. but you still send polished assignments like nothing happened.”

“i didn’t know what else to do.”

“you could have come to office hours.” his tone is even, you almost hear boredom in it. “asked for clarification on mens rea like i suggested in the feedback. like a normal student.”

but that’s the thing, there’s nothing normal about this.

“i didn’t think you meant it,” you mumble.

“i don’t say things i don’t mean.”

the car fills with quiet again.

“where do you live?” you ask suddenly, desperate to change the subject, to make this feel normal.

he raises an eyebrow. “why?”

“just curious. i mean you know where i live now.”

“apartment near the courthouse district. walking distance, it’s convenient.”

“do you… drive students home often?”

“no.”

another turn, the surroundings are familiar now. your complex is coming up soon.

“you’ve been thinking about it,” he says.

“about what?” you play dumb.

“monday.” he doesn’t elaborate, he doesn’t need to.

you press your thighs together, try to ignore the pulse between them. “yeah.”

“and?”

“and it’s hard to sit in class pretending it didn’t happen.”

he pulls into the loading zone in front of your building. you hear the engine idles, rain drums on the roof. he finally turns to look at you—like really look. eyes dark and unreadable, but you want to believe that there’s something under the tiredness. hunger, maybe. or just patience wearing thin.

“then stop pretending,” he says quietly.

you stare at him.

“come inside,” you whisper. “just… to get out of the rain.”

he studies you for a long second. then reaches for the keys, kills the engine.

the sudden quiet is deafening.

he gets out first, circles around, opens your door like it’s nothing. you step out into the downpour again, colder now after the heater. he doesn’t offer an umbrella…he probably doesn’t have one. just waits while you fumble for your keys, both of you getting soaked in the short walk to the entrance.

inside the stairwell it’s warmer, but your clothes are heavy with rain and dripping onto the concrete steps. you lead the way up, feeling him right behind you—close enough that you can hear the soft squeak of his shoes on each stair, feel the faint heat coming off him even through the damp air.

your hands shake a little when you unlock the door. it swings open into the small entryway, string lights from the living room spilling faint yellow across the floor.

you step inside first, kick off your soaked sneakers by the mat. he follows closing the door, he doesn’t take off his shoes right away, he stands there observing your place. he takes a mental note of it, looking at the stack of textbooks on the coffee table, the open laptop with his class portal still pulled up, the half-empty mug of tea.

you turn the lamp on higher, then head to the kitchenette to grab towels. anything to keep moving. “i’ll get something to dry off with,” you mutter, mostly to fill the quiet.

when you come back with two towels, he’s already peeled off his wet jacket and hung it over the back of a chair. his shirt is clinging in places—white fabric turned semi-transparent over his chest and shoulders, sleeves still rolled up, forearms flexing when he takes the towel from you.

he dries his hair roughly, then his face, eyes never leaving yours.

you try to focus on drying your own arms, but your gaze keeps dropping to the way the wet shirt outlines the lines of his body—the faint definition of muscle under the fabric, the dark trail of hair visible through the damp material where it sticks to his stomach. your mouth goes dry. you remember exactly how that skin felt under your palms last time, how his abs tensed when you swallowed around him.

he notices it.

“you’re still shivering,” he says, voice low. he steps closer, takes the towel from your hands, and starts drying your hair himself. fingers brushing your scalp through the fabric. it’s so gentle that you froze.

“take the hoodie off,” he says after a moment.

your fingers fumble with the hem. the wet fabric peels away from your skin with a cold suck, leaving you in just your thin t-shirt and bra underneath. the shirt is clinging too, nipples hard from the chill and from him watching. you cross your arms instinctively.

he drops the towel on the floor. reaches out, hooks two fingers under the hem of your t-shirt, and tugs it up slowly. you lift your arms without thinking. the shirt comes off, lands somewhere behind you. his eyes drop to your chest, then back to your face.

“still cold?” he asks.

you shake your head. you’re burning now.

he steps in until your back hits the wall by the entryway. one hand plants beside your head, the other slides down your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through the bra making you inhale sharply.

“tell me to stop,” he says quietly.

you don’t.

you don’t want him to stop.

his mouth finds yours—harder than the first time he kissed you in your memory. there’s no buildup, just pure hunger. his tongue pushes in immediately and you moan into it, hands scrambling up his wet shirt, fingers digging into the fabric over his chest. he groans low against your lips, presses his hips forward so you feel how hard he already is through his slacks.

your fingers curl into the wet cotton of his shirt, pulling him closer even though there’s already no space left between you.

he breaks the kiss first, just enough to speak against your lips. “kitchen counter now.”

you nod, legs shaky as you lead him the few steps into the narrow kitchenette. he doesn’t give you time to think. his hands find your waist, lift you onto the counter in one smooth motion like you weigh nothing. the cold granite bites into the backs of your thighs through your damp jeans. you gasp at the temperature difference.

“these need to come off,” he mutters, fingers already working the button of your jeans. you lift your hips when he tugs, helping him peel the soaked denim down your legs along with your underwear.

you’re bare from the waist down now, legs dangling off the edge, thighs trembling slightly from the chill and anticipation. his eyes tracing the curve of your hips, the soft skin of your inner thighs, the way you’re already glistening for him.

“spread wider,” he says.

his palms slide up the insides of your thighs, thumbs brushing close but not quite touching where you want him most. you desperately shift forward, chasing his hands; he presses one palm flat to your lower stomach, holding you still.

“patience,” he murmurs. “you’ve been avoiding me for two weeks. you can wait a little longer.”

“hey i told you i wasn’t–”

“ah yes, right… you were busy, right pretty?”

his thumb finally grazes your clit and your hips jerk. he does it again, slower, watching your face the whole time. your breath comes in short pants. he circles then collects wetness on his fingers before bringing them back up to rub slowly.

“you’re soaked,” he continues, “been like this the whole ride?”

“since you pulled up,” you admit, which makes him hum in approval. two fingers slide inside you without warning, stretching you open. you moan, head tipping back against the cabinets.

“look at me,” he says.

you force your eyes open. his expression is focused, almost clinical, but his pupils are blown wide and there’s a flush high on his cheekbones.

he’s affected too.

he adds a third finger, stretching you further. the slight burn only makes it better.

“good,” he mutters. “just like that.”

his free hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss. his tongue fucking into your mouth in time with his fingers. you’re rocking against his hand now, chasing the pressure, little whimpers escaping between kisses.

“mhm…so good.”

he pulls his fingers out right when you’re teetering on the edge which you whine in protest.

“not yet,” he says against your mouth. “want you to come on my tongue first.”

he drops to his knees between your spread legs. the sight of him there, kneeling on your kitchen floor, hair damp and messy from the rain—it does so much things to you. he hooks your legs over his shoulders, hands gripping your thighs to hold you open.

he doesn’t tease this time. just leans in and licks a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. you cry out, hands flying to his hair. you feel him groan against you. his tongue is relentless, pointed flicks over your clit, then sucking it between his lips. he alternates, never letting you settle into one sensation long enough to predict it.

“hiromi—” his name comes out broken.

he pulls back just enough to speak. “you can go louder, right? wanna to hear it.”

“hiromi,” you moan again, louder this time. he rewards you by sucking hard on your clit while two fingers slide back inside, curling ruthlessly against that spot.

you’re dangerously close. your thighs start to shake around his head. he doesn’t let up, he keeps the same steady rhythm, tongue and fingers working in perfect tandem.

“come,” he orders, voice muffled against you. “now.”

your whole body tensing as you come apart on his tongue. you cry out his name, fingers tightening in his hair, hips grinding against his face. he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering from overstimulation.

he finally pulls back, his lips and chin all shiny. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, stands slowly. his erection is straining against his slacks now.

it’s obvious and thick.

you reach for his belt with shaky hands. he lets you undo it, lets you push his slacks and boxers down just enough to free him. he’s heavy in your hand, hot and hard, precum beading at the tip. you start to stroke him making him hiss through his teeth.

“enough,” he says, catching your wrist. “want inside you.”

he lifts you off the counter, hands under your thighs again. he turns, carries you a few steps into the living room, and drops down onto the couch with you straddling his lap. the cushions sink under your combined weight.

his cock is still hard, pressed up against your stomach now. he lifts you just enough to line himself up. you feel the blunt head nudge at your entrance…thick and insistent.

“relax,” he says, “breathe, won’t you? let me in.”

you try. you really do. but the stretch is already intense just from the tip pressing in, and your body tenses instinctively. you bite your lip, hands braced on his shoulders.

“i’m trying…” you mutter, half-laugh, half-whine. “...you’re big.”

he huffs a quiet laugh against your collarbone, the sound rough and amused. “i know but you took it fine with your mouth before, this should be easier. just relax those hips for me.”

his thumbs rub slow circles over your hipbones, coaxing. you exhale shakily, try to loosen up, but when he starts pushing in harder.

your breath hitches and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“easy,” he murmurs. “why’re you fighting me?”

“hey i-im trying,” you repeat pouting. “but y-you’re stretching me so much.”

he pauses halfway in, lets you adjust. his hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, then back down to your ass. he squeezes gently, spreads you a little more.

“there you go,” he says. “good girl. feel that? you’re opening up for me already.”

you can feel every inch of him...too thick and hot, it burns in the best way, that full, almost-too-much pressure that makes your thighs shake. inside, he feels heavy like he’s pressing right up against every sensitive spot at once.

“fuck,” he mutters, forehead dropping to your shoulder for a second. “you feel—shit…so tight. like you’re trying to keep me out and pull me in at the same time.”

you both groan at the same time when he pushes all the way inside.

“you okay?” he asks, one hand to come up to brush damp hair off your forehead.

“yeah,” you whisper. “just really full. you feel huge like this.”

“good,” he says. “you want me to move?”

you nod fast, breath coming in short bursts. “yes please.”

“then tell me properly. use your words. what do you want, hm?”

you swallow feeling slightly embarrassed. he’s looking right at you, eyes half-lidded but sharp, waiting.

“i want you to fuck me,” you mumble.

he tilts his head, one eyebrow lifting. “that’s cute but i said properly baby.”

your thighs twitch around his hips. he’s still buried all the way inside, the fullness is driving you insane. you can feel every vein, every slight shift when he breathes.

“hiromi…” you whine, rocking your hips a little.

he tightens his grip, holding you still. “nuh-uh. no cheating. say it like you mean it. you’ve been hiding from me for two weeks—least you can do is ask nicely.”

you bite your lip, embarrassment and need twisting together until it hurts. “i want you to fuck me hard,” you say, louder this time, “pleasee…i-i need it.”

he smirks again, feeling satisfied. the corner of his mouth tilting up just enough to show he likes hearing you beg.

“there we go,” he says quietly, “that wasn’t hard, was it?” his hands slide to your ass, fingers digging in as he lifts you a couple inches, then drops you back down hard onto his cock. the sudden thrust makes you yelp.

“o-oh hiromi-"

he doesn’t let you catch your breath. starts fucking up into you. each thrust is deep enough to make your whole body jolt while the couch groans under you both, springs protesting every time he bottoms out.

“does this turn you on?” he asks, “fucking your professor on your shitty little couch? hm?”

you moan louder than you mean to, head tipping back,

“thought so.” he thrusts harder, one hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, keeping your face close to his. “been skipping my class, sending me perfect little assignments like nothing’s wrong, but every time you typed my name you were probably dripping thinking about this. about me splitting you open just like this.”

you can only moan in return too gone to comprehend what he’s saying. he curses under his breath when he feels you clench, pace turning rougher. the wet slap of skin on skin is loud in the quiet apartment, mixing with your gasps and his heavy breathing.

“look at you,” he mutters, eyes locked on where you’re taking him. “taking it so well. my good little student, finally getting what she’s been aching for.”

he shifts his angle slightly, tilting his hips so every thrust drags right against that spot inside you. your eyes flutter shut, mouth falling open on a broken moan.

his face is flushed, hair falling into his eyes, jaw tight with restraint. but he’s watching you like he’s memorizing every twitch. like this won’t happen again.

“tell me,” he says, voice dropping lower. “tell me whose cock is making you feel this good right now.”

“yours,” you gasp. “ah hiromi’s! only yours—”

he rewards you with a particularly deep grind, rolling his hips so the base presses hard against your clit. “that’s right,” he murmurs. “and you’re gonna come on it again. gonna soak my lap like the needy little slut you are for me.”

his hand slips between you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, firm circles that match the brutal rhythm of his hips. your stomach tightens, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“puh...please i’m close.”

“i know,” he says, voice strained now. “can feel you fluttering around me. go on come. make a mess…it’s yours anyway.”

it hits fast and hard. your whole body locks up, back arching, cry ripping out of your throat as you come apart.

“fuck—good girl—fuck—”

he keeps fucking you through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking, until his thrusts turn sloppy.

“where do you want it?”

“inside,” you gasp immediately. “please inside.”

that’s all it takes. he grinds deep as he comes, filling you up. he groans long and low against your neck, arms wrapping tight around your waist, holding you down on him while he rides it out.

for a long minute neither of you moves. all heavy breathing, sticky skin, the faint patter of rain still outside. you can feel him softening slowly.

he kisses your shoulder, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth.

“you good?” he asks quietly.

you nod against his chest, still catching your breath. “yeah. really good.”

he huffs a small laugh, hand stroking slow down your back. “what do you wanna do?”

you’re still straddling him. the living room smells like rain and sex. your forehead is pressed to his shoulder.

“stay,” you mumble into his neck. “stay like this a little longer.”

his fingers keep tracing lazy lines up and down your spine, from the nape of your neck all the way to the small of your back, then back up again. it’s soothing in a way that makes your eyelids heavy.

his gaze drifts past your shoulder, landing on the open laptop still glowing faintly on the coffee table. the screen’s dimmed but not off since his class portal is still pulled up from earlier.

“this where you took one of the photos?” he asks casually.

your stomach drops and flips at the same time. heat rushes back to your face so fast it makes you dizzy.

“what?” you whisper, even though you know exactly what he means.

he nods toward the couch. “right here on this cushion. ass up, looking back over your shoulder. the third one you sent. background looked familiar, same string lights in the corner, same throw blanket bunched up like that.” his hand pats the cushion beside you. “thought it might’ve been the bedroom at first but no kitchen light’s wrong for that angle. had to be here.”

you bury your face deeper into his neck, mortified. “hiromi…”

“what?” he sounds genuinely amused now, the low rumble vibrating through his chest. “you’re the one who attached it to an entrapment analysis. i had to look closely.”

you groan, half-laugh half-embarrassed whimper. “i didn’t mean for you to—i mean, i didn’t plan—”

“sure,” he cuts in gently, fingers sliding into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp. “but you didn’t delete it either.”

you lift your head just enough to peek at him.

“you kept them?” you ask quietly.

he doesn’t hesitate. “yeah, all three. printed them out, remember? filed them under ‘supplemental materials.’” he pauses, thumb brushing your cheek. “don't get me wrong, it's not for grading, it's more for...reference...?"

“reference for what?”

“for nights when i’m grading papers at 2 a.m. and wondering why a certain student keeps disappearing from my lecture hall.” he continues, “or for when i need to remember exactly how you looked when you were trying to tempt me into breaking every rule in the faculty handbook.”

“and… did it work?”

he looks at you for a long second, then leans in and kisses you, a simple one. when he pulls back his forehead rests against yours.

“obviously,” he mutters. “look where we are.”

“shower soon,” he says again. “then bed. and tomorrow—”

“i’ll be in class,” you finish for him.

“get a better seat,” he adds. “where i can see you properly.”

you smile into his skin. “yes, professor.”

“brat.”

#aurora’s faves ♡‎#ijustcame

theepoeta

arguments with your husband!toji lead you to the bedroom

"why don't you just ride it out?"

"what?"

"ride it out. you probably miss this dick and that's why you're acting like this."

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you and your husband!toji haven't been on good terms for a minute now, you've been avoiding each other, sometimes you don't face each other in bed, and you haven't fucked in what feels like damn near a month.

this all started over petty stuff like getting mad at him for talking to that girl at his job that always seems to get a little too close, nagging him for not taking out the trash even when he knows he should, him getting angry when you give him the silent treatment, all of that.

almost everyday you two argue about the smallest things, and this time it was about toji forgetting to wash the dishes tonight. you reminded him when you walked into the kitchen, and he muttered something like, "damn, girl. i just forgot. i'll do it in a second."

it was stupid but for some reason that pissed you off. maybe it was the way he didn't look at you when he spoke, or how he sighed just slightly. "why do you act like you can't do anything when i ask you to do it?" you say, crossing your arms and looking below his eyes.

"why do you always getting mad at me for stupid shit? i said i'll wash the dishes so calm down."

"stupid shit? you never listen to me.."

"this is really about some dumbass dishes?"

"no.. it's about you not listening and just doing what you want. you don't listen or touch me or really even look at me. you don't even face me in our bed anymore.. it's been weeks since you really held me."

he changes his tone and faces you. "wait, i'm sorry.."

you know you might end up crying if you stay in the thick tension of the kitchen, so you slowly walk away. toji immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you to face him. "where do you think you're going, i said i'm sorry." he says, gripping your wrist with so much force it almost scares you.

"now you want to touch me?" you say, trying to release his grip. he looks at your face and smirks, noticing how you avert your eyes from his gaze. "why you acting like this, ma? you miss me that much?" he coos, chuckling while he sees your thighs clenching just from the sound of that stupid voice. "you're pissing me off." you mutter, finally stopping the thought of running from him.

he grabs your hip and you finally look into his eyes; you can see the irritation mixed with what seems like lust. "you don't think you're pissing me off too?" he retorts, fingers gripping on your hip so hard it almost hurts.

after he tells you to just ride him so you feel better, you tell him that won't fix anything. he ends up ignoring you and leans down to give you messy, rough kisses that only arguments can lead to. you stand on his feet and go on your tip toes to reach him properly, but he picks you up and sits you on the counter instead.

you're still mad at him but you can't help but want him. you can't stop yourself from gripping his shirt and moving yourself closer. this is what you really wanted for what felt like forever.

his hands squeeze your ass as his tongue is down your throat, pulling the neediest moans out of you. your mind is clouded with only the thoughts of how much you've been needing this as he carries you to the bedroom and lies down on his back with you straddling him.

your hands are on his chest, nails scratching every time he grinds his hardening cock against your thigh. you break the kiss and move your hand to grab and stroke his length through his sweats. he groans and you bite your lip while you slowly take them off, revealing the veiny masterpiece.

his dick is so thick, so big, so pretty and already leaking with precum on his flushed tip. your mouth waters just at the thought of swallowing his cum.

you waste no time and start kissing the underside of his shaft. "damn.. you missed me that much? fuuuck.." he moans, putting one hand on his mouth and one resting on the top of your head. you don't respond with words, instead you drool, spit, and twirl your tongue around his tip as he grunts in his palm. you look in his eyes while you stroke his cock and gently lick and suck his balls.

that makes him almost lose it.

you keep choking yourself on his cock, lathering it up like soapy dishes and making him involuntarily push your head down on him.

you hear his heavy breaths and groans about how pretty you look, so you keep deep throating him without a second thought.

"uurrgghhh.." you gargle out, getting off him and letting yourself breathe for a moment while toji smirks down at you. "you look so good with your mouth full," he murmurs, sliding his tip on your reddened lips.

you look in his eyes and twirl your tongue around his tip again, making him close his eyes and bite his lip.

"just like that ma, fuuuuccckkkk.."

your toes curl when you suck his cock, making sure not to gag while you take him in your throat. your eyes water while you twist your hands and your head; toji loves the sight of it though.

it's almost been 10 minutes and he's already getting close. already twitching in your mouth. he doesn't even get the words out before he's spilling hot spurts of cum all in your throat.

it tastes sweet, almost like fruit. you swallow it all while he looks at you with a tired expression, muttering, "that's my girl.." while you get the last drops off your chin and into your mouth. all while looking into his needy eyes.

you usually don't give him head because you get nervous and he's so big it makes your jaw hurt, but you wanted to see his face as his mind collapses from the feeling of your mouth. now you think you should do it more often.

he pulls you up to his lips and kisses you senselessly, not caring that you just had his cum in your mouth. he rolls over so you're on your back, moving his big thumb to rub slow, teasing circles on your deprived clit.

you moan his name in his mouth, rolling your hips to match with the rubs of his thumb. he gets up from your slightly swollen lips from all the kissing and helps you take off your panties, telling you to lift your hips so he can get them off completely.

you comply of course, and as soon as your panties come off, his face is immediately between your legs. he pries your legs all the way open, holding them in place so you can't close them. he sucks your clit and licks your slit like he's been starving.

"oh fuck, tojiii.." you mewl, trying to close your legs because the pleasure is almost too much.

"stay in place and let me eat. taste so damn good.." he moans, acting like he's the one getting off.

your nails dig in his hair and you desperately try to back away because you don't want to cum too fast, but unfortunately, toji's not letting up.

he brings his fingers to your leaking cunt, sliding them in with a squelch! and curling them repeatedly on that spot that only he knows.

"mmhhgggh toji, fuckkk.."

the way he eats your pussy makes you want to forget everything and forgive him over and over again. he slurps your wetness and licks your clit so passionately it makes your head spin.

he's so nasty, he doesn't care that his chin is wet with your juices or that his fingers are starting to get tired from curling so much. he wants you to believe he's sorry for being a dickhead without him saying it, and he loves the taste of your soaking cunt accompanied by your needy cries for him to keep going.

he doesn't even have to eat it for a while to get you shaking. "toji, i'm gonna.. fuckkk!" you cry out, back arching as you cream all on his lips and fingers. you leave his wrist dripping with your slick. he removes his fingers but not his mouth, still eating your pussy with his nose brushing against your clit.

your body shivers and he knows you're overstimulated, but that only pushes him to keep going. plus, he knows he needs to get you extra soaked so he can slide in your cunt without much trouble.

"toji it's too muchhh.." you whimper.

"just a little more, baby. wanna make sure you can take every inch this time."

it doesn't take a while before you start riding his face chasing your orgasm. he groans when you cum again, and his face is damp with your juices. "you still wanna ride me? 'cause i'll fuck you on your back right now." he grunts, lifting himself and moving up to your face.

"i still wanna ride it." you mutter, still recovering from your last orgasm.

he immediately grabs your hips and rolls you on top of him with a force that makes you feel awfully small all of a sudden. both of you sit up and you wrap your arms around his neck.

you use one hand to guide him to your entrance, taking a deep breath before sinking down on his thick cock. your mouth falls open when you feel the burning stretch, letting out a shaky breath.

as soon as he bottoms out you move your hips, trying to ride him like you wanted but he's just so big, and it feels too good, and..

"want some help?" he grins, grabbing your hips. you nod your head, and he moves you up and down perfectly like your his personal fuck toy.

you fuck him back and look behind you, cunt clenching at the sight of your cream around him. your nails dig in his back as you moan, "don't stop toji, please don't stop.."

he pounds himself into your cunt with so much force, but it hurts so good. your soaked cunt keeps sucking him back in even if it's too much. "haahh toji, it's so deep!" you moan, drooling on his shoulder. "you want it all, huh?" he grunts, trying to resist from flipping you over and fucking you on your stomach.

your head falls back as he fucks up into you, squeezing your hips and bullying his fat cock against that spot that makes tears well in your eyes. "this what you wanted? for me to fuck you senseless?" he moans, bringing your head back up to face him.

"mmhm!" you mewl, digging your nails deeper in his back, making him hiss. that fuels him to push this further, so he fucks you with even more aggressiveness that makes you cry out his name.

"tojii! it's so big, it's too much!!"

"but you're taking me so well, you sure you wanna tap out already?"

you don't respond — you can't respond, so you just hold onto him tightly while he ruins your insides. he gently grabs your neck and kisses you again, moaning into the kiss and biting your lip. the feeling of his cock burying itself in your tight cunt makes it hard for you think, let alone kiss him back with as much force as him.

"haannh toji.. gonna cum!" you cry out, tears making your eyes glossy as you get so close to your release. toji grins and looks in your eyes as you cum all over his cock. he pulls out, but not to stop of course.

"get on your hands and knees, ma. we're not finished."

you go along with it and get on your hands and knees. he gets behind you and eases just the tip in. you already bite your lip and grab onto the sheets, sharply inhaling as he bottoms out again.

he starts thrusting and your eyes roll back, whimpering a weak "yes!" when he hits that spot. he's slow at first so you don't squirm, but when your face ends up smushed in the pillow and you grunt and groan for him, it's a wrap.

he goes faster, harder, making your nails dig deeper and your legs grow weaker. "you still mad at me?" he grunts, grabbing your hip and pulling you back to meet with his harsh thrusts. "mmff!" you moan, not being able to answer while he's this deep inside of you.

he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it back, his other hand giving your ass a hard smack! because you don't respond. "yes toji! feels so..fuck..good!" you cry out, squirming because the pleasure is too much. you try to put your hand on his lower stomach to calm yourself, but he quickly moves his hand from your hair and grabs it, stopping you.

"this what the fuck you wanted right? don't run now." he grins, knowing how much you wanted him to do that. the sound of the bed creaking, the cries coming from your mouth and the groans coming from toji's mouth, and those loud smacking and squelching noises makes your head spin.

"you look so pretty when you take my whole dick.. you forgive me now?"

"ungghh toji!"

"huh?" he pulls all the way out and fills you back up.

"yes!"

"that's my girl."

you're such a mess, drooling and whimpering in the pillow, begging him to keep going and fill you up, and gripping the sheets every time his large tip hits that spongy spot inside you.

he wants to see your face as you cum, so he flips you over so your knees touch your chest and he can see everything. he gets in a plank position while you grab on his arms.

his balls slap against your ass so perfectly it makes your toes curl. your eyes roll back and your legs get shaky again. "cum for me baby, i know you're close." he groans, glaring through his half - lidded eyes.

your nails dig into his arms as you cum, squirting messily and clenching repeatedly on his cock. he slows down his pace but goes impossibly deep, chasing his own orgasm as you babble on about how much he's filling you up.

"just a few more thrusts baby, i'm almost there."

his strokes get sloppy and his cock throbs inside you, so you know he's seconds away from cumming. he finally buries himself to the brim and you feel his thick cum filling you up, he grunts your name right after.

you two pant and sit there for a moment, then toji pulls out and you mewl, almost like you want another round. he lies down and pulls you to face him, kissing your forehead and murmuring, "i'm sorry baby, really."

"you still gonna do the dishes?"

"yeah, just let me hold you for a second."

he gives you a gentle kiss and holds you like he said he would. you hold him back, forgiving him without saying it. although he just finished fucking your brains out, you can tell he's sincere.

"next time tell me to fuck you if that's what you want instead of getting so mad." he mutters, fingers digging into your waist.

"shutup.."

he grins. he knows your anger wasn't only about the dishes. you just wanted a good pounding..

#aurora’s faves ♡‎

tojipie

toji loves his girls a little shy, always has.

18+ smut, toji x shy fem reader, teasing, dirty talk, reassurance, toji talks you through it, softdom dynamic

girls who stumble over their words when asked what they want from him. the sweet kind that get red in the face when he rucks his shirt up to his shoulders and seats them in his lap. ones he knows are too shy to do anything but sit there and ogle him while he gets off on the attention.

and toji doesn’t push or pressure because he’s simply not that type of guy. he’ll offer himself up to you instead, letting you do as you see fit as long as it both makes you feel good.

“you can touch, baby.” he reassures you, letting his shoulders relax and his body recline further against the cushions. he gets cocky when he’s like this, arms laid out over the back of the couch to show off his ridiculous wingspan. pants already unbuttoned with his cock straining hard through the lips of his zipper.

#aurora’s faves ♡‎

kamiflix

▶︎︎ Speechless (starring . roommate!toji)

synopsis . In which your annoyingly dense roommate catches you moaning his name in the shower and finally does something about it. content . afab!reader, porn w some plot, shower shenanigans, pervertedness, improper use of a shower head, praise, overstim, rough sex, pervy!reader, manhandling, getting caught, dirty talk, filth, reader's downbad, degrading, toji’s a himbo on purpose, praise, dumbification, possible second-hand embarrassment, heavy lusting, lots of tension, backshots, hair pulling, getting your freak matched (lol), panty sniffing, finger sucking, size kink—he's huge as per usual, etc.

word count . 8.7k || author's note: This is a repost from kamitv, if it looks familiar, that's why. Banner art from, "Ikyouto Kouryuukai"

You’ve been trying to fuck Toji since the day he moved in.

You don’t know if the guy is painfully oblivious, doesn’t know how to catch hints, or if he’s acting the way he is on purpose but he's driving you insane in more ways than one. By now, he really should've caught on to what it is you want from him. You haven't directly asked him to fuck yet but one more failed attempt at catching your very obvious hints and you just might.

Hell, you’re the one paying the rent most of the time and whenever you cover for him, you even try throwing in one of those clichés, “There’s another way you could pay for this month” at him but it’s no use! All he does is stiffen up a little and give you this deer-in-headlights stare, clearly wondering what the hell you mean by that.

#aurora’s faves ♡‎

incelz

old enough

there's a hot dilf living nearby.

neighbor!dilf!sukuna x female!reader wc. 5.5k cw/tw. explicit sexual content, unprotective sex, vaginal sex, deep penetration, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, hair pulling & choking, size difference, nipple play, tits sucking, biting, teasing, rubbing, praise, light voyeurism, age gap, daddy kink, breeding kink, shameless smut a/n. as long as the month is not over, it’s still valentines :P 18+ mdni

➳ this work is part of THE PERFECT MATCH collection

“Darling, could you please make use of yourself and give this to the neighbor?”

Your mother shoves a plate full of watermelon slices into your hands before you can even complain. You blink at it—the juicy red chunks glistening under the afternoon sun—then glance up at her. She’s already turning away, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Ugh. Mom, seriously?”

#aurora’s faves ♡‎

nilla03

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊!

ღ： 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 （ 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗇 ）𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍！

ꨄ--The room was dim, only the faint blue glow from the cracked window and the streetlights outside cutting through the shadows. Toji’s back was against the headboard, legs spread wide, that lazy, dangerous smirk already tugging at his lips even before you climbed on top of him.

You straddled his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thick thighs. His hands resting on your waist. His cock heavy and flushed between you, already slick from the way you’d teased him with your mouth earlier.

You lined him up, letting just the head nudge inside before you sank down in one smooth, greedy drop. forcing a sharp little gasp out of you. Toji’s breath hitched too, eyelids fluttering for half a second before that cocky smirk snapped back into place.

“Fuck… there she is,” he drawled. “Thought you were gonna make me beg for it tonight.”

Your hips rolled once then twice, setting a rhythm that had his abs tightening under your palms. His hands flexed on your waist like he was fighting the urge to flip you under him and fuck up into you the way he usually did.

You leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and wrapped both hands around his throat.

Fingers digging into the sides of his neck, thumbs pressing just under his jaw. You felt the jump of his pulse, his dick jumping with it.

Toji’s eyes snapped to yours blown-out, pupils swallowing green.

“Shit,” he rasped, voice thinner now, strained around your hold. “Didn’t know you had it in you, baby.”

Your grip got tighter before bouncing your ass against his hips. His head tipped back against the wood with a dull thunk. A low, broken groan tore out of him, His hips jerked up involuntarily, driving into your cunt faster.

Every roll of your hips shoved him further inside, clit grinding against his pelvis on every downstroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, the noises were obscene. His hands finally moved gripping your ass pushing you down against his pelvis.

Your thumbs pressed deeper into the soft hollow under his jaw. His short, choked little sounds every time you squeezed. His cock twitched violently inside you.

“Harder,” he managed, voice wrecked. “Fuck—harder.”

Palm flat against his throat now, leaning your weight forward so he really felt it. His eyes rolled back for a second, mouth falling open, a low, animal whine slipping out before he caught himself.

“Goddamn… yeah—just like that—choke me while you fuck yourself on it—”

His words slurred at the edges, cock throbbing so hard you could feel every ridge dragging inside you. You clenched around him on purpose, felt him shudder under you.

Toji’s hands slid up your back, nails biting in, then back down to grip your hips again helping you slam down now, brutal, desperate.

“Gonna—fuck—gonna come so hard if you keep—” His voice cut off when you tightened your grip again, cutting the words into a strangled moan.

His thighs shook.

Head thrown back, throat working under your hand, pulse hammering against your palm—he came with a choked, guttural sound that almost sounded like your name. Hot, thick pulses inside you, hips snapping up erratically, riding it out while you kept riding him, kept squeezing, milking every shuddering wave until he was trembling beneath you.

He blinked slow, dazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

“Next time,” he panted, voice hoarse, wrecked, “you’re gonna have to try a belt.”

“Think you can make me pass out, pretty girl?”

You squeezed once more—just to watch his eyes flutter.

“Yeah… that’s my girl.”

satorusdoll

this is so fucking hot oh my god

#i #came

𝜗ৎ 18+ toji fushiguro likes being.. dominated?!

if there was one word to describe toji fushiguro, it’s anything but normal.

interesting is probably the closest word you’d get to describing a guy like him.

you’ve been married to toji for almost three years. your relationship was as healthy as can be, he always spoiled you whenever he got the chance and took you out to fancy restaurants.

as for your sex life…

toji really has a thing for being dominated.

you would be on top of him, his broad back hitting the cold surface of your beds headboard while his big hands grip both sides of you waist, dropping you up and down his thick and veiny cock. even though you were the one taking it, he would be the one whining.

“haah god— slow down doll. gonna fuckin’ kill me with the way that pussy is tightening around me— fuck! angh don’t look at me like that i’ll cum too fast.”

he was genuinely incapable of opening his eyes. you just felt too good riding his thick cock that the mere sight of you grinding down on him juust right to where the tip of his shaft perfectly hit your sweet spot made his vision dizzy.

but that wasn’t all.

at times, you’d get really irritated with him but somehow he got off to it. the last time you did this, you grabbed his chin and opened his bottom lip wide, giving him a mouthful of spit down his throat. he came almost instantly.

or another time where he promised that he would watch a movie with you but stood you up by hanging out with his friends? you slapped him over and over again while riding him senseless, saying shameful things like, “want to feel you cum all in my pussy ji’.. wanna feel it so nice n’ deep it’s leakin’ out”.

it’s safe to say that he loved being pushed around like a whore.

and he would cum deep into your pussy every. single. time.

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji #toji smut

Eren mogs gojo to oblivion

wait ntm now 😭

we love them both equally over here 🫦

#satorusdoll yaps ㅤꢾ꣒

𝜗ৎ 18+ fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren hcs

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who originally made it a bet to see who could get you to fold first, the prize being bragging rights and an unlimited supply of weed. they both approached you at the same time with a subtle “hey” before handing you a cup of alcohol. they kinda just bullshitted with you the whole time. asking you obvious questions like, “oh you’re in our chem class right?” “i think you sit a few seats away from us.”

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who thought it would be funny to ask you about your sex life, but to their complete surprise, you complied and told them everything. what you’re into, your kinks, fantasies, wet dreams you’ve had. all they could do is listen with their mouths wide open and their cocks hard. what started as a bet unfolded into something much more interesting, and much more dangerous. who knew the smartest girl in class turned out to be a slut?!

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who mutually agreed to end the party early just to get a taste of your pussy. none of them caring about the bet anymore, they just wanted to watch the pretty nerd break like a kit kat and fall apart on their cocks. they wanted to do everything you fantasized about to you.

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren whose fucking you into oblivion. they have you laying your back on the couch, gojo’s cock sinked deep into your wet pussy and eren standing up, roughly fucking his cock into your mouth. you were slobbering and drooling all over his shaft while gojo’s cock abused your tight hole, his hand rubbing circles around your sensitive twitching clit.

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who talk to you like you’re nothing but a fucktoy to them. “fuuckk yeahh— tell me who this pussy belongs to. us, right?” “fuckin’ love how this virgin pussy feels wrapped around my cock. god you feel so tight and warm.” “gonna make sure our cocks is the only thing you think about. no more stupid chemistry or math— just us.”

fratboy!gojo whose quite literally double comboing you, the feeling nauseating. he’s fucking and choking you at he same time, hips snapping into your pussy as he continues to hit that spot that makes you see stars. “slutty nerds gonna cum all over my cock? aww poor bab— wait— you said you need to pee?!”

fratboy!eren who stares in absolute disbelief as he watches you squirt all over gojo’s cock, he nearly came in your mouth at the sight of you forcing gojo’s cock out your tight hole because of how messy it was. “holy shit— nerds a fuckin’ squirter.” yeah, eren was practically whining at this point.

fratboy!gojo and fratboy!eren who ended up giving you their numbers, not just for the bet but because they were more than ready to link up for a second round with you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jjk smut #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #aot #aot smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo #gojo smut #eren yeager #eren yeager smut #eren #eren smut

𝜗ৎ 18+ waking up to toji dry humping you

quiet mornings with toji were the best kind of mornings. the sun just slightly beaming in between the curtains, the feeling of his big arms and broad shoulders against your back, andddd the feeling of his hard cock pressed against your ass.

there was never a dull moment with this man. you question how you’ve been with him for as long as you have, considering he always wakes up with insane morning wood.

when you confront him, he likes to blame it on “not my problem your ass is pressing on my cock all night”, but is it really your fault?

even though it isn’t your fault, he still makes you fix it.

“angh.. toji it’s too early f’ this..” you whine, rubbing your eyes open as you feel his hard wood rubbing against your ass.

“shh.. just go back to sleep doll.” he coos, arm slung over your stomach, pulling you closer as he grinds his bulge deeper into you. you could feel the outline of his hard cock through his thin sweatpants, even when there was a stupid barrier (your pants) in the way.

he reached inside your pants, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing circles around your clit. the sudden contact made your body jolt and this made the man giggle, “mm.. my baby’s all sensitive. pussy all wet f’me this early in the mornin’? you like this shit don’t ya?”

you let out a squeal as his big fingers stimulated your clit, rubbing in all the right spots that had you weak and shaking, “hnghhh says you!” you moaned, “already so hard haah toji!”

“buck your hips onto me then baby, show me how it’s done.” he was really ragebaiting you at this point. waking you up at the crack of dawn to hump your ass like a teenage boy.

out of irritation, you removed your pants and turned around to pin him down, sitting your wet clothed pussy on top of him. you rolled your hips back and forth on his bulge, already feeling his precum smearing on his sweatpants and eventually onto your panties.

“haah needy fuckin’ slut. grind that pussy on me, jus’ like that. you feel every inch of my cock through those pretty laced panties? feels so fuckin’ good right?” he groaned, hands roughly coming up to grab the side of your waist, making you rock faster on him.

“gonna cum!” you whine, letting his hands guide you back and forth. “cum, then. show me how much you love this dick.”

his words instantly made you cum, your body jolting and your thighs shaking. you gripped onto toji for support as you tried to come down from your high, but his hands were still rocking you back and forth.

“my good girl.” he cooed, hands coming up to caress your forehead, “wanna try cumming on my dick next?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji #toji smut #toji x reader

toji is probably going to be the only man i’ll be writing about for a good WHILE. look at him omfg i will never shut up about him. his nose looks so rideable i’m gonna faint 😵‍💫

#satorusdoll yaps ㅤꢾ꣒ #toji #please #let #me #ride #your #face #ihaveatojificinmydraftsrn

ur blog is to die for ugh

AHH you’re soso sweet baby thank you so much♡🥹

#satorusdoll yaps ㅤꢾ꣒

𝜗ৎ 18+ using a fleshlight on nerd!jo

“t—this feels so wrong..” satoru spoke, body jerking and tip twitching in need.

you giggled while slowly slipping the fleshlight up and down his cock, he couldn’t believe this was happening. he was watching you, the prettiest girl he thinks he’s ever seen, work his own fleshlight up and down his cock.

“faster please..” he whined, trying to thrust his hips into the toy for more friction. he wanted more. fuck, he needed more.

you removed the toy and grabbed his cock still which was still twitching and ooozing out precum, “please what?”

tears were dripping down his face at this point. the poor man had never felt so overstimulated and in need. yeah, he's been horny before. but that feeling was nothing compared to this. he looked at you in desperation before letting in a deep breath, “please.. mommy! please fuck me with it. please show me how it feels to be wanted.”

“aww poor baby” you coo, gently patting his head, “when did you learn how to talk like that?” and with no warning, you thrusted the toy back onto his needy cock, fast and rough.

“annghh! fuckkk mommy! thank yoouu—” he just kept babbling broken pleads, too overstimulated to form proper sentences. “thank you mommy thank you— i love you so muchh— sooo muchh! it feels so good on my cock!”

you observed his facial expressions as you pumped the toy up and down his cock. his face was twisted with pleasure and his glasses foggy. it was such a pretty sight, watching a nerd who knew how to do nothing but study a chemistry textbook for 3 hours straight being overstimulated just because of a simple toy. he looked so fucking pathetic and you loved it.

"gonna cum!" he whined, legs already shaking, "let me cum please! i'll do anything i promise! i’ll be a good boy.. your good boy."

following his pleads, you picked up your pace, watching his tip glide up and down the toy. his moans and dirty squelching noises filled the room, "gonna cum gonna cum!"

before he could cum, you quickly removed the toy and sank down on his cock, feeling his hot cum shoot deep inside of you, "oh my god! oohh fuucking— this is too much! too fuckin’ much!" he cried, overstimulated at the sudden contact. it was one thing fucking a fake pussy, but it was a whole other thing fucking and cumming inside of a real one!

satoru leaned back on the bed frame, breathless and clearly trying to process what the actual fuck just happened.

with all the ounce of strength he had left, he weakly pushed you off him and saw his cum slowly oozing out of your pussy.

he looked down to see his cock hardening, again.

well shit.

this was going to be a looong night

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