self indulgent as fuck (18+)

I love you, till your last breath

typical satoru. prioritising his sweet tooth literally minutes away from the greatest battle in jujutsu history. you shake your head, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips as you hand over the device. he taps away furiously for a minute, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, before handing it back with a wink.

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fast forward to your birthday.

your phone buzzes. it’s a scheduled text from your calendar:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favorite person in the entire world !!!! i love you so much. my baby girl (^_^)”

the bright text begins to blur into ugly neon dots as tears hit the glass. you try to wipe the screen, but the moisture keeps coming, smearing his words until you finally just give up. you wish with everything left in you that he was actually here to say it to your face, wearing that stupid, beautiful smile.

every. single. time.

every single time you’re sitting infront of him, lips interlocked, moaning into his mouth … he just can’t seem to unhook your bra himself.

this time, he’s laid out on your mattress while you straddle his hips. he’s dressed in just his underwear that cling to his pale thighs while you sit atop of him and panties and, his worst nightmare … a matching hook-closed bra.

“fuck.” he grumbles breathlessly into your mouth, not even meaning for it to slip out, just an uncontrollable reaction to crossing paths with his mortal enemy. you pull back slightly, still close enough your breath lingers on him.

“what?” you ask, brows furrowing together while his slender fingers tap at the lacy fabric. you squint down at him while his gleaming eyes vacantly look at you. “satoru? you okay?”

he nods quickly while your words snap him out of his thoughts. mostly just ‘fuck’ repeated and ‘why can’t i just blast this stupid thing off?’ you lean down to kiss at his soft lips again, thinking it’s just one of his weird space outs that happen every so often.

he kisses back, leans to his side and tries to distract you with his tongue in your mouth—or atleast buy him some time to figure this the hell out. he can’t believe he figured rct out at 17, yet at 28 he’s still clueless when it comes to something that should be simple.

his fingertips build up the courage to trace over the hooks while your arms scrunch at his stark white hair. your hips grind down onto his heavy bulge like you’re trying to fuck him through the layers of fabric separating him.

he tries to give himself a peptalk while you’re attacking at his lips, that it’s not that difficult and if he gets this over with he can just fuck you already.

his thumb clasps onto one side of the backing, trying to pull it away carelessly from the other end. no dice. he tries to thread the hooks off one by one with a a single finger at once. you start to foster a confused look on your face as you pull back for air. he finally tries to bring the sides together before yanking them apart… he gets the hooks tangled in the lace some-fucking-how.

you yank back from his mouth, spit still trailing between your faces between the string eventually breaks.

“are you, like, not in the mood?” you ask, utterly confused. you’re actually worried at this point that he just doesn’t wanna fuck you from how much he’s hesitating—couldn’t be farther from the truth may he add—even despite the pulsing boner sitting against you, and his eyes open wide at your words.

he immediately shakes his head fervently to signify NO. “no, no, no! i just…” he hesitates, embarrassed before the words can even fall out of his mouth. “…need help getting your bra off.”

“really.” you deadpan, staring down at him with your eyes squinted and eyebrows pulled up against your forehead. he flushes against your gaze. he’s about to plead out a sorry for ruining everything before you giggle.

you slink your arms behind your back and undo the clasps along the band.

he thinks he cums a little in his pants when you yank your bra off your head and toss it across your room, revealing your breasts to him right infront of his face. he might even have drool pooling at his lips.

“you really never learned how to take off a bra?”

Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

ㅤꨄ︎. sweet talk/praise, overstim, fem!reader, shy!reader, p in v,

when you and hiromi higuruma first had sex you were oh so shy. you could barely look him in the eyes while he sat in between you legs, kissing and sucking like a man starved. you knew he liked being in control. he liked knowing exactly what spots he could hit inside of you with his dick to make you go crazy. he liked how wet you got when he bottomed out fully and his pelvis kissed your puffy, wet clit. he adored when your eyes rolled back from how good he felt inside of you, how you babbled pure nothingness while clinging to him for life, or how you gripped his achingly hard cock forcing him to slow his thrusts so he doesn’t cum too fast and end this euphoric moment.

he liked being close to you in missionary, analyzing your face for any sign of discomfort or sudden pleasure or just watching the tears of pleasure fall down you face. his thrust were calculated, eliciting the exact reaction he knew you’d have. he knew how you clenched onto his cock whenever he thrusted slow and deep. he knew how loud you got when he propped you legs onto his shoulders, pinning you down on the mattress with his broad body. and he knew how dumb you got when he had you flipped over doggy style, drooling onto the mattress.

and his favorite past time was tasting you, just to feel you squirm against his mouth while he swirled his tongue around your puffy, sensitive clit. he knew you could squirt. he was easy for him to get you there to drench his chin in your sweet juices as you came from how deep his long fingers were curled inside of you paired with the overwhelming sensation of him licking your clit. hiromi knew all the ways to make you go dumb as well. he knew how much you loved when he talked to you. he’d grab your chin, angling your face forcefully to meet each others eyes heavy with lust.

“you’re so good to me…fuck.”

“my god, you’re so fucking wet.”

“who’s got you this hot and bothered, hm?”

he’s got you on the edge of the bed, back arched and ass up meeting his brutal thrusts. you cried out, “i..it’s t-too muchhhh… hiromi please! fuck i c-can’t!”

“you can’t?” he responds, pressing his sweat-glistened, toned chest to your back. “you can. you wanted this, doll. you were impatient and needy for my dick earlier and how you can’t take it?”

"ah—cho, please—"

the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.

he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.

"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."

choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.

every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.

your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.

choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.

panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"

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