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[hellavile]

DEMON EYES ☆ ban.

warnings . . . fem!reader, black coded, sacrilege, breeding, power dynamic, manhandling, incubus!ban, monster fucking?, exhibitionism, pet reader who basically lets ban do whatever.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . made this up on the spot. I have a problem.

carmine irises captivate you, immobilizing your body entirely as his nose brushes upon your own, strokes hitting deeper the higher he raised your legs up to your ears, pinning you fully underneath his barbaric body. your thighs are tight from the position, sweating and moaning, eyes crossed and pussy leaking, coating his cock and the rusty table he currently stuffed you full on. your pussy squelches ridiculously loud, his hefty thighs bruising your own with every brutal snap of his hips, groaning above you and watching those before you two shift in their seats.

the priest clutches his cross tightly in his hand, hastily reading a scripture in his bible as if that phased the demonic figure above you brutalizing your sore pussy. the curve on his lips as he grins menacingly, fangs baring at the man dressed in an all white robe down to his feet, the other people in church terrified by the demon, the heat in your face never ceasing. why did he have to do this here? he couldn’t have waited until you got home?

“b-ban,” your voice croaks, your boyfriend ignoring your obvious pleading, groaning with his eyes closed before turning you on your side while still inside you. you gasp from the feeling, reaching behind to claw at his torso where the veins bulged, his dark jeans clinging to his slim waist, belt jangling with every pound into your slutty pussy.

at first, the church was empty. actually, you came alone. wanting to come in and wash away your sins. wanting to talk to father alone and beg for forgiveness for continuing your attachment to this demon with strawberries for eyes. he welcomed himself into your life one lonely, horny night. hearing your screams as you fucked yourself with your clear crystal toy, shifting your hips desperately on your bed, kicking away all of your covers and plushies. ban invited himself in the moment you asked for more, easing between your thighs and licking you up just like you wanted.

to this day you think you’re under his spell. titling him as your boyfriend, fucking him when you needed to get off. just a few days ago one of your friends noticed him sitting at the cafe with you . . . he was never visible to the human eye before. he was eating at your soul, making himself a human on this earth by taking your willpower, your blood, your body. and you let him. was it willingly? you're not sure at this point. did you like it? shamefully, you did. it felt good to finally be noticed in this wretched world. rotten. no place for a pretty thing like you to be. his exact words.

“I think you’re blind, old man. she's already wearing a cross around her neck. my sweet little saint,” ban chuckles, hooking his finger under your necklaces. “won't be vanishing anytime soon. go cry to your god about it. he's watching anyway.”

the priest trembles with fear in his spot, following ban’s head as he turns to stare up at the glass engraved painting of his lord and savior shunning light onto ban’s black winged backside, feathers floating around you the bigger they craned into the air. your teeth clamp down on your lips, always fascinated by that when it happens. very rarely. he's truly beautiful. a demonic angel.

ban does what he wants. if he wanted to fuck you inside of a church while a bunch of entitled christian’s watched . . . he’ll commit. he has an insane level of urge. when it comes to you, you’re like no other human he’s encountered. sometimes he wonders if you’re actually human. your curls bounce the harder he fucks you, lowering his face near your tits where he sinks his fangs into, the scream coming out of your throat makes the crowd before you finally scramble, the priest realizing he can no longer help you or contain the demon.

finally, you think. ban slicks his tongue over his blood-coated fangs, grinning at you after hearing your thoughts. honestly, what was the point now? begging some made-up figure for forgiveness when you know deep down inside you wanted him? that's why he appeared when he did. rolling his eyes and pulling at his black hair with annoyance while reading his book and listening to you pray. to be honest, the way you looked coming in here was already unforgivable. fishnet stockings on your arms, a short black leather skirt with combat boots and a thin black bra underneath a skull crop top. who were you fooling? definitely not god.

“you’re such a dick slut. you wouldn’t care if your grandmother was in that crowd, you’d still plead and roll your hips like a whore for me,” the bulge in your stomach disappears as he pulls his cock from you, jaw widening before he clamps his mouth around your pussy. you whine pathetically, agreeing with what he said in your mind because you knew he was right. you're disgusting when throned on his cock. when he’s fucking you like no one ever could; inhumanely, sadistic, downright fucking nasty.

his wide palm holds you down on your stomach, fingers curling within you as your knees jitter by his face, sucking at your clit while watching you as you wither and squirt into his mouth, yanking at his dark hair and squealing, brown legs clamping around his face to hold him in place. ban swallows your juices, keeping you still before burying his dick back inside. choking you and fucking his cum deep into you, heaving on your forehead as he clamped your face in his hold, kissing his fingers with a wicked smile.

“you're bound to me forever.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

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[hellavile]

pussy lemonade. sukuna ryomen.

summary .ᐟ . . . sukuna loves the attention you get from filming for your onlyfans account. so why not join in and help his pretty girl shine more?

warnings.ᐟ . . . fem!reader, power dynamic, pussydrunk!sukuna, spitting, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, oral (m & f receiving), size kink, filming, creampie, food play, only fans, fair bondage, use of the word “daddy” maybe twice, thick reader, black coded.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . very proud of this one. :)

   "look what we have here."

   a smile is plastered across your face when you hear his deep voice, knowing he was near and watching you from the entrance of your bedroom door. he smooths his hand over his torso as he watches you, your ring lights set up as you play with your camera while sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed. you’re wearing your gray calvin klein underwear, an oversized white tee covering your chest but still showing so much more of your body for his attention. stretch marks on your hips and ass, the small fat on your stomach. pretty little thing.

“ready, baby?” your eyes are blown with exhilaration, sukuna urging towards you, your floral scented perfume whisking over his nose as you playfully hop on the bed closer to him, a gentle smile on your face but he knows your mind is filled with sinful things.

“don’t speak without permission,” sukuna runs the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, giving them pretty doe eyes as you lick your lips before wrapping them around his finger, the warmth of your mouth making his dick throb even worse. you know what to do by now. once everything is set up, and he walks into this room with a stern image, you have to do your part of succumbing.

“i love you, little fuckin' brat," sukuna stretches his black polished nails over your neck, compressing your throat with a sinister grin. he levels his face to yours, slowly tugging his black sweatpants along with his briefs down to let his cock spring free, your lips making a ‘’mmch’ sound after he kisses you sloppily.

“mmm,” you mewl contently, his tongue entering your mouth, soft like leather. you could taste the mint, his lips pouty and suckable. you could never resist pulling them into your mouth. “love you too, daddy.”

he grabs the camera that sits by your leg, the others already blinking red to signal that they’re filming, adjusting the frame before angling it directly at your face, running his free hand over the back of your head before nudging you forward. “get your tongue wet, stick it out.”

the dampness between your legs drenches your panties, moaning from his request before building up your saliva enough to cover his cock, hard, thick, and long in your face, a scary sight the first time you saw it. now, it’s all you ached for. it didn’t take much for your spit to gather, already drooling over how good he looked, pink and black undercut messy atop his head. torso solid and built. dick so pretty you loved having it buried in your throat. pink tongue glides out your mouth, salivating over his cock, the bridge of your nose pressing on his lower stomach where few hairs reside, taking him deep in your throat while keeping your eyes on him. his stomach twitches, groaning and rocking his hips, loving that squelching sound every time his tip hits the back of your throat, your tongue flat underneath the underside.

“spit on it, kiss it nice and slow for me, baby," your thighs clamp shut from his whispers, grinding your ass in the air, tears resting on your lash line when you take him fully again, soft lips lingering on his flush tip, blinking and sucking there only. sukuna grins deviously, fangs beaming, locking your hair around his big fist. “yeah, that's it. what a good little slut.”

removing your mouth, you smile at him, spit dribbling down your chin, reaching to play with his balls before the sound of his tongue clicking makes you pout.

“no hands,” he growls, nearly on his toes as you gag around his cock, whimpering like a little slut. his little slut.

for a second you forgot, so used to touching him, but the both of you agreed on hands off and bondage for this weeks content. the more money and praise that flew in, the bigger sukuna’s dick got, hypothetically speaking. he liked knowing that he could show you off to the world, get a couple guys hard enough to jerk off and a few women gushing in their panties all while never having you. and you get paid for it. that’s how well you do. that’s how powerful you are. he’s only here for your satisfaction. anything you earned was strictly for you. his prize was you. he couldn’t deny that he did have fun filming with you. pretty minx.

your lashes flutter as you bounced your head, tightening your lips around him, his head thrown back as he steadily holds the camera, rolling his hips to hit faster into your mouth, his eyes spasming. your hands grip onto the covers beneath you, shutting your eyes momentarily until you feel his heavy hand slap your cheek, eyes springing back open to catch his attention. he has the camera down now, pulling his cock from your mouth and arching to your level, breathing heavily into his mouth as he kisses you for a few seconds, pinching your cheeks, telling you to ‘open your mouth’ before spitting on your tongue, leaning back up and shoving his dick back in, still holding your face as he fucks your mouth. it doesn’t really take him long to cum, cupping your chin and grinding his cock in your mouth, holding your face to his stomach for a few seconds before pulling out and jerking his cum on your tongue while you swallow like you’re told.

sukuna steps back a little, orgasm making him slightly weak, his dick slapping up to his stomach. you looked up at his chest, spotting the cum daring to drip down and to be cleaned up. you pull him closer as he glared at you with festivity. you smirk and stick your tongue out your mouth, skidding it along his abs to lick and clean up his chest, swallowing with a seductive moan. once he was clean, you came up to mash your lips with his in a simple peck.

“good girl, you always do so well,” he breathes, your body trembling, pussy aching to be touched so badly, jumping at the small touch of his fingers grazing your hips as he lifts your shirt over your head, dropping his to suck at your chest, pushing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you all in one, both hands mounding your tits in his rough palms, sukuna locking eyes with you as he sloppily sucks on your nipples, pulling at them with his lips.

his tongue moves down your chest to your stomach, mouthing at your inner thighs as you keen and arch your back, sukuna noticing how much you damped your panties, the gray fabric having an immense wet patch. his mouth waters from your scent, pulling the cloth off your thick thighs. he’s silent as he turns your body around so you’re on your knees fully exposed to him, reaching your arm underneath yourself to play with your drenched clit, staring back at him to see him on his feet now adjusting the camera. you see him open the mini fridge in the corner of the room and retrieve a can of whipped cream.

the bed dents when he climbs back on, his weight and size compared to your own always turning you on, at most it makes you feel safe. “dripping down your fuckin’ thighs, princess,” his hand claps on either side of your ass and you moan, cuddling a pillow close to your face. “want daddy to give it a kiss, baby?”

“mmm, please ‘kuna. can’t wait anymore,” that cute tone you give him makes him submit every time. sukuna massages your plump ass, so obsessed with the rolls on your lower back, the cellulite on the side of your thighs makes his cock jump, hard all over again.

he pops open the can, shaking it well before drawing a heart on one of your cheeks with a proud hum, kissing it up slowly while moaning and holding your hips you couldn’t stop moving still. he sprays a line up your spine, thick, fat tongue gliding to collect it until he reaches your neck where he marks his place with hickeys, dick hitting your pussy as he ground against you teasingly. you whine and move back against him, needing him inside despite the time limit for the video. 45 minutes to be exact. both of you were too horny for it to last that long.

“ ‘kuna,” you whimper his name, eyes rolling and head thrown back as he mouths at your neck, knowing it’s the place that got you the fucking wettest. behind your ear, your neck, your collarbone.

“you want it harder?” he doesn’t even wait for an answer, he just does. gripping your hair and licking at your neck, moaning as you push back on him harder, your slick dousing the sweats still on his hips. eventually, he stops teasing, saying something about how cute you were or good your smelt in between drawing more hearts on either side of your ass—you barely heard him with how fuzzy your head was right now. when sukuna ate pussy, he put his soul into it. passionate open-mouthed kisses, swallows your slickness, shaking his head or bobbing it up and down as you fuck his face. the moment his lips finally latched onto your soppy clit, you already felt your orgasm coming. the vibrations in his throat travels through your body as he buries his face deep, your hands clutching your pillow with crossed eyes as you gently rock back on his face with your mouth fallen open.

“yesyesyesyes,” you cry out, gasping as he stretches you wide with two fingers, scissoring you open, pussy gushing over his thick fingers, gulping down every drop, like lemonade. tangy, addictive, leaves that taste on your tongue—a sweet delicacy. he’d eat your pussy till he drowned in it. what killed you is at times you’d feel his canines graze your lips when you know he was smiling and it drove you insane. “fuck me, ‘kuna. please fuck me. please. please.”

fuck, you killed him. he pulls his face away, grabbing your discarded shirt and tying your wrists behind your back, lifting his right leg to sit flat on the bed and holding your forearms with his wet hands, not bothering to clean them before sinking his cock into you, fucking you hard. shoulders are dropped to the bed, and you’re screaming into the sheets as he hit that perfect fucking spot, balls slapping on your sticky clit and tears building in your eyes. you cry harder as he kept a slow rhythm but still roughly fucked you, circling his hips continuously which always makes you reach behind to claw at his abs, toes curling and gasping for air.

“shit, shit baby,” you choke, sukuna’s face twisting from how hard you clenched around him, your noises sending him over, still pounding deep while rotating his hips in a circular motion, trying to scurry away from the overwhelming pleasure but he held you down to take it.

“cum with me fuckin’ right now,” he sits on both knees now, squeezing the skin on your hips and yanking you back on his cock, the ball in his throat jumping as he knocked his head back and sputtered out multiple ‘fucks’ with his eyes shut. you throw your ass back to match his thrusts, sukuna hissing out ‘yes baby, take this dick.’

“m’cumming baby,” the coil in your stomach bursts as you cum for him, dragging his name as your arms thrash in their constraint on your back, sobbing ridiculously. sukuna fills you with all he’s got, holding himself still and pulling out slightly before sliding back in.

“let me see,” his thumb squeezes the flesh of your ass to pull apart, finding the camera once more to let them see the mess he made of you, slowly sliding out until only the tip remained, cum oozing out of you as he coed and cussed under his breath, spanking your ass while you stretch your arms and smile lazily. “good girl. pretty pussy’s gonna make us a lotta money.”

 visual. visual. visual.

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[hellavile]

what you need. gojo satoru.

warnings .ᐟ . . . fem!reader, riding, choking, impact play, punishment play, toy use, dom/sub, oral, black coded.

“did you behave yourself?”

you already knew the answer was no. it was the first thing he asked after he came home from work to find you in the bedroom wearing nothing but a silk robe. you were sitting on the bed with your cheeks flushed and the vibrator you used for only two minutes tucked under the pillow your head previously rested on. he came home early today and you thought you had enough time to get off before sleeping for the rest of the night, but he was a buzz kill. you should've finished while he took a shower, but you were too vocal so he'd definitely hear you, not that you cared because at most he'd watch you do it to yourself and pleasure himself during. unfortunately, he left the bathroom door open to watch you through the glass shower. you decided to read on your ipad to ignore his gaze. gojo knew something was up, he knew you were lying. he could read your face and he wasn't an idiot.

"yes."

"don't lie, baby," his gruff voice rang through your ears and you clenched your thighs together, his eyes drifting to them and back to your face, noticing you were biting your lip. "show me what's behind you."

"a pillow."

he smirks at your snide response. "under it."

you groan and reach behind you to pull the object out to show. you were already annoyed he came home early, and now he wanted to tease you about the thing he hated the most. "see it? okay."

"so you were being naughty," gojo tisks, stepping closer and gripping your chin while chewing his gum with a cocky grin. you could smell his masculine body wash all over him and the mint on his breath. you couldn't help but squirm. he holds the purple dildo near your face, your eyes shifting to the object and flinching when he cuts it on, dragging it between the valley of your breasts and resting it inches above your clit. he gets an idea, sitting beside you and pulling you over his lap where you laid flat on your stomach, your ass on full display once he pulls the robe away, using his knee to keep your legs open.

his hand furiously lands down on your skin and you jump, eyes wide and ready to curse him out for how hard the hit was until he gently slid the vibrator into your drenched pussy, a delicate moan faltering past your lips, biting your lip and wrapping your arms around his thigh for support. he goes slow, twisting it to rub every inch of you and pulling it out to tingle your clit. it was repetitive, and very annoying. he wouldn't let you enjoy it for a second, spanking you harder each second, moving the object so fast his hand smacked against your ass, then stopping and letting you whimper and whine breathlessly.

"what are you crying for?" gojo goes deeper and you cry louder, frustrated by the fact that he wouldn't let you move back onto the object. you were heaving, on the verge of tears as he consistently edged you on. all you wanted to do was cum, but he turned this into a brutal punishment for you pleasuring yourself without his say so. it was his lack of attention that caused this to begin with. "you should know better, i don't like you fucking yourself without me. you shouldn't rely on a toy when you have me."

"no, i—" you're gasping again, sobbing when he cranks up the level and your leg begins twitching. "please, satoru. stop."

"this is what you wanted, right?"

"no, i wanted you," you squirm, wanting to get out of his hold. "you're always gone. you're too caught up in your stupid fucking job that you don't even need. i hate it."

gojo frowns and cuts off the vibrator. you silently thank him, slipping off his legs and sitting on your own on the floor, your forehead resting on his thigh. "that's how you feel? you think i'm not making enough time for you?"

you nod, never looking up.

he sighs, lifting your head up to see your pretty eyes, wet patches of tears under your eyelids. "if you wanna be fucked so badly, baby, just tell me when you want it, how you want it—i'll drop everything and give you what you need.”

you swallow and he stands to his feet, picking you up and shoving you on the bed. you watch him as he spits out his gum in the trash can behind him then frantically pulling off his t-shirt and sweatpants while peering over you. you glanced down at his hard erection, his wide hand around his dick and his silver hair falling over his bright baby blue eyes. this is it. this is what you've been waiting for. wanting him to dominate you, to pay attention to you, to fuck you like he hated you. your sexual frustration skyrocketed ever since gojo started a second job strictly for his personal satisfaction, but he didn't need it, he just liked to work. you understood that, but it took away the intimate times you two always had.

"you're not the only one," gojo grunts, positioning you to lay on your side and pushing your left leg forward to get a better view of your glistening pussy. he loved that damn sight. "i've been craving you too, but any time i'm home, you're gone, and when you're home, i'm gone. it's a cycle. i miss you. i miss this pussy."

your stomach twisted with excitement, gojo collecting your arousal with his tip before gripping your thigh still, instantly plummeting into you, buried inside until the sharpness of his hipbones touched your skin. you both took a minute. gojo hissing covetously as your essence coated his cock and staring you down through narrow eyes as you ascend from your body and moan with satisfaction. it's been forever since you've felt this feeling of him, and you loved it every time. gojo chokes as he slowly retracts his hips before pushing forward once more, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut.

"do i feel good?" you ask him.

gojo let out an unexpected wail of jollity, your core tingling from the miniature sound. "fuck yes."

you grinned, stretching your arm so your nails could scratch at his abdomen, gojo jolting from your touch. his ragged breaths give you the sign to rotate back onto him, gojo flinching and grabbing your ass and rushing forward, nudging you down so he could arch over you, your noses crushing together while he grounds his cock deeply within you. gojo smirks as you weep and clasp onto his arm tightly. "really fuckin' good."

you admire the veins streaming down his arms you used to hold and his pretty lips you wanted back on yours desperately. you wanted them now. you felt full, feeling him in the pit of your stomach, wanting to drop sapless to the bed. his arm burned from how hard you scratched at his arm the harder he fucked you, his unstable exhalations hot over your cheek as he grunted and maneuvered you back against him. one of your hands fisted the sheets, and when you turn your head to scream into the pillow beside you, gojo takes your hand to intertwine your fingers before shoving it into the mattress and sucking at your neck.

"kiss me," you whimpered, eyes flying open. "kiss me, please."

"don't be desperate," gojo trails his lips to yours, aggressively picking up his pace and pounding into you, your body trembling with every hit, kissing him rough and shoving your tongue in his mouth, squealing when he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth and spanked you hard, his eyes close to shutting. he almost looked high, as if you were a drug. the pit of his stomach flipped every time you moaned his name. he missed that. he missed seeing you like this.

gojo stops, and you whine as he pulls away from you and situated himself on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, raking a hand through his hair weakly. you glance up at him and watch as he pats his thighs and mumbles, "come over here."

you tiredly crawl to him, fully pulling off your robe and climbing on top of him, reaching behind yourself to grab his dick and carefully dip your hips down, groaning low in your throat as you turned back to eye gojo who smacked your tits at the same time and sucked at them. you kept one hand on the sturdy headboard and brought his hand to your hip so you could fold your hands together and keep him tight to you.

"that's it, baby. fuck my cock." gojo moaned, voice raspy in your ear as you bounced on him, belly doing somersaults at the sound. he nudged at that perfect spot, and you kept yourself focused on letting him stay there while you lifted your hips and clapped back down adjacent to him softly snapping up into you. his hand laid on your lower spine as you fucked him, keening in delight as he sloppily kissed at your neck and arms . . . any part of you that deserved it.

"god, don't move baby, stay right there," gojo gruffly stated. you grip the headboard tighter and sadly pout once he untwines your fingers from his, gojo setting his hands on your ass and snapping his hips vehemently to clap with your skin. you choke on your sobs, gojo tediously panting on your chest as he grunts and pulls you down each time he hits back up. "fuck, right there, right there, right there."

your arms locked around his neck, face flushed and squished amidst his shoulder as you pathetically whined his name, gojo kneading your ass and bouncing you down on his thighs created a sudden succumbing emotion to drown over you, heartbeat vastly pumping in your chest before you screamed out, "satoru!"

a loud groan shook in gojo’s throat, picking you up and laying you flat on the bed. you asthmatically stare up at the ceiling, vision blurry to a point where you had to blink profusely just to gain it back. gojo got on his knees, lowering his head down to your weeping core and licking a bold stripe up the entirety of you, catching your clit between his lips, wide hands locked on your thighs as he pressed your knees together and rocked you up and down on his mouth. you scratch at your chest, pinching your nipples and gasping out a choked up cry, gojo’s chin dropping and enclosing with a pleasant hum.

"yess, keep going. don't—" you approached your climax, a deafening shriek erupting past your sore throat, gojo appreciatively accepting it. you thrashed against his face as he held you still, wet lips kissing your seeping clit and swallowing every drop of nectar gushing from you.

"shit." you giggled, gojo cupping your face and ravenously fetching your red lips in his swollen ones, gratefully tasting yourself off his thick tongue, gojo striking your ass, making you jump, lips smacking sloppily. you clean his chin as best as you could with your lips and hands.

soon, you set your hands on his hard chest, pushing him so he lays on his back before you moved your hair away and kept your eyes focused on his, curving your hand around the base of his cock and wrapping your lips around his tip feverishly, moaning as you fully took him in your mouth and bobbed your head down whilst flicking your wrist each time you came back, gojo collecting your hair to keep it still on top of your head in his fist.

"fuck, just like that baby," his eyelids had drawn shut as you hummed around him and ran your free hand up his broad chest, fingers coming over his mouth which gojo took it in himself to skid his tongue dirtily over before sucking on your fingers, moaning when he hit the back of your throat. "mmm, like that, like that."

you clamped your thighs together, knowing you were getting wetter by the second as gojo let out a disgruntled sigh before an out of breath moan, bringing his hips up to thrust into your mouth, the grip on your hair becoming tighter as he maintained eye contact, chin dropped as he fucked your throat, stomach moving like tidal waves.

"damn, baby," he dragged out a low moan, fluctuating the walls in the open spaced room as he came wildly on your tongue, letting your hair free and stifling his head into the pillows with an unbelieved cackle, covering his face. you smile wickedly when his hips convulsed, cleaning up the cum dribbling down your chin and swallowing graciously.

"you taste so good, satoru." you suck your lower lip into your mouth, mounting your body to straddle his heaving waist. gojo didn't have any sense to speak right now. he felt you innocently kiss at his hands still hovering over his face and then his neck with pretty mewls that made his dick hard once again.

"i missed that," he drops his hands, grabbing your face and laughing when he squeezed your cheeks together to make them chubby. you shake your head.

"then rearrange your schedule for me. priorities first," he watches you pout, and chuckles, holding you to his chest and laying your head down to caress.

"i'll see what i can do."

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

#rewrite #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x you #smut #one shot #anime smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #slutfordilfs #gojo x black reader #☆. hellavile.

[hellavile]

he can’t do it like i can. toji.

# cw: fem!reader, accidental voyeurism, heavy language, spanking, teasing, dilf!toji, black coded, hair pulling, oral, dominance.... just, read it. it’s nasty.

# mocha’s note: I had to do it. this man has me thinking of the wildest shit to a point where I’m crying bc he’s not real... I need help. he’s not even animated yet and he has me acting up—might start a series where I write about dilfs, we’ll see.

maybe you should go home. maybe this was stupid.

   you didn't call to let him know you were swinging by. he could be sleep for all you knew, it was ten in the morning. but you couldn't, you knew that. you couldn't stand another day with these thoughts roaming your mind. even when you closed your eyes to escape, your thoughts consumed them and created scenarios that would have you thinking nonstop of him every day and night. you had to catch yourself a few times, resisting the urge to pleasure yourself because of the lewd acts spinning on a loop. you would feel too guilty anyways. he was megumi's father, it wasn't right. and since you did resist, you've been sexually frustrated for weeks now.

  you finally stood in front of their house, squeezing your phone tightly in your right hand and shifting side to side. one thing lead to another and you found yourself driving here after paying your rent this morning. it was sickening how much it affected you. you hated it, but at the same time—you wondered what it would be like. maybe, just maybe you could have it if you tried. if not, you'd try your best to forget, but if you do—you hoped it wouldn't change your relationship with him. who were you kidding, of course it would.

  you've been avoiding megumi and he noticed, hopelessly wondering what was wrong. questioning if he did something to hurt you. calling you to check on you. you wouldn't respond. you wouldn't give him an answer because you knew the words that would fly out of your mouth unexpectedly would scar him. finally, you gained the courage to ring the doorbell, hearing soft music blare from their speaker and the smell of brewed coffee. so they were awake.

  the door opens, and the first man you're met with is toji, megumi's father. the man you quite literally couldn't get off your mind. you swallow, toji raising his brow at you as he sips his coffee from a black mug. he's dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants, his charcoal hair tousled around his sharp face. he smelt like pinewood, and it looked like he just got out of the shower not too long ago.

  "good morning," toji rasps, the thickness of his voice making you clench your keys in your palm. you couldn't look him straight in the eye and he noticed. "uh, megumi isn't here. he's at practice."

  "oh," you sigh, with relief actually. "o-okay. since you're here, i think i should talk to you."

  "are you okay?" he frowns.

  "no," you state bluntly, walking by him once he steps aside to let you in, taking off your shoes before walking into the living room. he blinks, following your trail with his eyes as you plop a seat on the sofa, fiddling with your fingers. toji locks the front door before approaching you, your eyes unintentionally staring at his crotch and seeing the outline of his dick, blushing and quickly diverting your attention back to your hands. toji is leaning against the kitchen island, his glare on you intense.

  "this might sound creepy, and maybe borderline unacceptable, but i can't stop thinking about you. it's not a crazy obsession, but i literally keep having—inappropriate dreams about you and it's been ruining my daily life. i can't think straight, i can barely eat, i'm missing homework and forgetting to study for tests. i get it, our age difference is ridiculous, 20 years like—what even. i'm fucked up. just tell me i'm fucked up and reject me so i can go on with my life. please."

  he was silent for a while, but eventually speaks up.

  "that was a lot," toji puffs out his lips, setting his coffee down and crossing his buff arms. your eyes drift to them. "i don't know what to say, but i'm not surprised."

  "why not?"

  "because i'm sexy," toji laughs, trying to lighten your mood, and it works. you grin slowly and lower your head, your hands covering your face as you lay them on your knees, groaning. "look at me."

  his voice drops an octave and your heart beats faster, lifting your head to see him crouching before you, his closeness making you jump. "yes?"

  "you're not fucked up," toji trails off, licking his lips dauntingly slow. "you're just horny."

  your eyes widen. "uh—"

"you don't love me, right?" you deny by shaking your head no. "so you're sexually attracted to me. what's the harm in that?"

  you couldn't believe your ears. he sounded as if he didn't care. like you wanting to have to sex with him wasn't a problem, a big deal. "i—i mean, you're my friends' father. he would hate me if he found out."

  "so don't tell him," he cuts you off and you drop your mouth in shock. "look, i've known you for an entire year. i'm a man, you think i wouldn't notice when a pretty girl is attracted to me?"

  he found you attractive? this was a whirlwind. "you come over to study with megumi all the time, and i won't lie—i'm guilty of lewd thoughts of you as well. believe it or not, i think our dreams connect."

  "you think about me—like that?"

  "all the time," toji nearly grunts, licking his lips dangerously slow. you squeeze your thighs shut.

  "fuck me," you sigh with shock, not believing your ears. he was really acting like this.

  "i'm going to," is his response, and you swallow down an inhumane noise. toji gets serious, his dark eyebrows hunching over his slender eyes that studied your body, his hand coming to touch your waist, and your heart paces. "i need you to give me permission first."

  "i'm nervous," you bite your lip.

  "about?"

  "i don't know, i'm just nervous. i wasn't expecting you to act like this. i thought you would curse me out and tell me to never come back or some shit."

  "take my hand," toji patiently waits for the softness of your small palm to interlock with his. you swallow, taking it instantly as he pulled you to stand on your feet.

  you trail behind him like a lost puppy, toji guiding you up the staircase and into his master bedroom, a room you've never stepped foot in. it was dark and modern, exactly like the rest of the house. the moment the two of you entered, toji gently presses you flat against the wall behind the door, his hands on your bare thighs while his fingers traced your skin, inching higher by each silent second. you couldn't get over his scent; a masculine cologne that summed up just what he was. dominant.

  "tell me if i can touch you," he whispers, the bulge in his sweats brushing against your stomach. you were small compared to him, your face inches away from his naked chest. toji was a well-built man. abs, muscular arms, slender waist, and broad thighs. attractive in every way. it was hard not to fuck him.

  his left forearm reaches over you to rest on the wall above your head, leaning down so you're eye to eye with him, smelling the mint on his breath as he says, "hurry pretty thing, i'm not a patient man."

  you didn't get why you were being a pussy right now. you came over here for a reason. you expected this to happen. maybe you were still in a state of shock. the fact that he didn't react badly is what threw you off. he wanted you just as much as you craved for him. it was written all over his face, but yours more obviously. constantly rubbing your thighs together, biting your lips, checking him out—you revealed the infatuation first. he just fed off of it and was ready to reciprocate.

  "touch me," you breathed, your dainty hands trailing to the band of his sweats, fingers halfway in, clawing at his lower back to pull him closer. definitely hard. that aroused you more; this godlike man aching for you. how fucking lucky you were.

  toji smirked, grabbing the underside of your chin and turning your head slightly to suck at your neck, a soft moan immediately streaming out of you. that was your weak spot, a place that easily turned you on. you whine when his tongue eases over your flesh, replacing it with kisses, following with grunts.

  "you smell nice," toji groans, moving across your neck onto the other side, sloppy kisses urging you to smooth your hand down his warm chest, boldly reaching your hand into the front of his sweats and wrapping it around his throbbing dick, a guttural moan falling from him as you gather the precum leaking from his tip and slowly jerk your hand over half him. shit, he was fucking big. no surprise there.

  "shit," his hands are now on your shirt, pulling the thin tank top just above your breasts to reveal them, toji grinning at your braless chest. Pretty, he thinks. your head knocks back as his mouth clamps around one of your tits, circling your nipples with his tongue before sucking, holding them both in his palms and watching you above.

  his clothed thigh was placed directly between your legs, biting your lip and grinding down to apply pressure to your clit, toji hazily watching you get off, never stopping his tongue flicking on your sensitive nipples. you were so horny that you rode his thigh to receive any sort of sexual high. he was fascinated with you, grinning as you whimper and pull your top over your head, your hand reaching into your cotton shorts to press your fingertips to your sluice clit.

  "baby, chill," toji laughs, your cheeks flushing with sudden embarrassment although he enjoyed it.

  "i'm so fucking horny," you giggle, toji smiling at you, moving his thigh and dragging your shorts down your legs, eyebrows raising at the sight. you weren't wearing any underwear. all he could see was the slickness covering the mound of your pussy and your inner thighs.

  "naughty girl, would’ve liked to unwrap my gift," he teases, lifting your leg while lowering to his, eyes on your sopping clit, feeling somewhat appreciated that he got you like this. his breath fans over your aching clit and you can't help but desperately shift closer to his mouth, toji pulling his face back to tease you more. growing irritated, you lift your leg to rest it on his shoulder, pushing him closer with the point of your heel and tangling your fingers in his dark hair.

  "persistent little thing, aren't you," toji's palm slaps your ass and you squeak, clenching and trembling. his wide hand grabs the underside of your thigh on his shoulder and mounts it to the wall so you're spread eagle. he could see everything now, and his silence almost made you want to shut your legs from insecurity. toji moaned breathlessly, his fever raging and he could no longer hold it back. he wanted you so fucking bad it burned and ached all over his body. "such a pretty pussy, baby. so fucking wet for me."

  that made you laugh, your eyebrows soon furrowing and your jaw dropping the moment the entirety of his mouth clamp around you, toji closing his eyes and savoring the taste. the salacious sound of him licking and sucking made you tremble, tugging on his hair out of pleasure and rolling your hips. his face was completely buried between your legs, roughly rushing his tongue against your clit, slurping and swallowing. you were loud, so loud you were afraid that someone would hear you. his neighbors.

  perhaps ms.robinson who lived next door and would knit on her porch, greeting you with caramel candy each time she saw you walk out the house. she knew toji wasn't married. what if she looked at you differently, or him. she definitely saw you this morning while walking her golden retriever. his prissy neighborhood had too many nosey people.

  you bring one of your hands up to cover your mouth, trying to bury the sounds. toji didn't appreciate that. he stops almost instantly after noticing, retracting his heavy palm and slamming it hard on your ass. you mewl in pain, gasping as he grabbed your hand and entangled his fingers with yours, fully kneeling on both his knees before you.

  "don't ever do that again," he growls, soothing his tongue over your clit while dangerously glaring at you. "now fuck my face like a good girl."

  temptation stirs in the pit of your stomach and you can't help but obey, arching your back as you swivel your hips and ride the thick tongue roughly sweeping your sensitive clit. you feared you'd cum too quickly like this. he was relentless, spanking you and growling against your pussy sending shivers up your spine.

  "Toji," you sob.

  "mmm?" he responds as a taunt, smirking, widening his mouth and enclosing his lips around you, your thigh shaking in his hold. "fuck, that sounds so good coming from you."

  he finally stands to his feet, and in a way you're relieved. swallowing, you watch as he drops his sweatpants completely, your eyes slowly trailing down his chest to see his dick resting on his abdomen, veiny and slightly curved so you knew it would hit all the godly spots within you. you were practically salivating at the mouth, toji gently grabbing your jaw before taking your lips in his, finally kissing you. slow but sloppy. delicate but erotic. both of you softly engulfing each other's sounds, tasting yourself as he slicks his tongue over your own, lips smacking wetly.

  he was such a good kisser it drove you mad, turning you into a brat when he disconnected your lips. ready to protest, he instantly shuts you up by turning you around so your back is to him, your breasts pressed firmly against the cold wall as well as the side of your cheek. toji hisses with pain, so horny he could burst just looking at you. kneading at your flesh with enticement. you truly were beautiful.

  he knew this from the start. the moment he laid eyes on you he couldn't contain his thoughts, trying to suppress the urge to act on them for the sake of his son. megumi. would he hate him if he found out? for some reason, toji didn't care. it's not like he ever had the balls to make a move to begin with. he always saw megumi attempt to, failing miserably when you'd laugh off a compliment he'd give you or anything cheesy like a kid who has a crush in eighth grade. toji always noticed you were never interested, because the only person on your mind was him.

  "you know he has feelings for you," toji says, and before you get a chance to react, you could feel him deep inside you, your jaw dropping from the ache as you stretched to accommodate his size. you whimper, toji pulling out halfway to eye the slickness around his cock, cursing lowly before slipping forward until his chest fully touched your back.

  "that's too bad," he hissed, completely sunken into you as you clench around him and greedily move your ass back, ready for him to go. he chuckles, his forearm coming around you, his hot hand resting on your stomach as he advances forward, clapping his sharp hips to your ass. you threw your head back, laying it on his shoulder with your eyes shut. choking on your cries. “you're already squeezing around my cock like a needy slut.”

  you’re on your tiptoes, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he grunts and chokes you. you whine pathetically the harder he pounds, the sounds bouncing off the walls. anyone could hear. the mixture of flesh colliding and the two of your voices. it’s not that you ignored what he said about megumi, you just weren’t in the right mindset to come up with a response. you just wanted to be fucked, and that’s exactly what he did. he fucked you, hard. his pace was fast and the way he groped every inch of you roughly had you soaking wet. his deep voice in your ear was a dangerous combination. this man was something else.

  “what would you do if he saw you like this?” toji continued his teasing talk, panting by your ear and slamming his dick harder. “would you push me away, baby? noo. you'd turn your face and finish taking it since you're so horny you can't bear to have your orgasm denied."

  maybe, is what you think. his dirty talk was condescending, purposely humiliating you to see your reaction. he’s not surprised when you’re still silent about it, giving him nothing but a seductive glare and a dirty moan. it makes him hornier, shaking his head and digging his fingertips into your thigh to keep you close to him while he heatedly grounded his cock into you.

  "he can't fuck you like i can. he could try, but you're too much of a woman for him to handle. you need someone like me. a man who knows how to fuck you, make you cum. the way your eyes are rolling back into your skull, and those filthy fucking moans of yours proves my point."

  as if on cue, the two of you could hear keys clanking and the front door opening, your heart dropping as you hear a familiar voice downstairs.

  "dad!" megumi yells, scanning the house for his father. toji laughs almost sinisterly, wrapping your hair around his fist and tugging your head back, never stopping his movements. it was hard for you to focus on megumi when he did that.

  “i left my cleats, the coach was on my ass about it. i'm heading back as fast as i can." you could hear megumi sprint across the living room to frantically find his shoes. the two of you were just behind the open door of toji’s room. megumi could easily hear, if he closely observed, or come upstairs and see you through the crack. without both of your knowledge, megumi had on headphones, the music in his ears drowning out most of the surrounding sounds.

  "baby, you're dripping. gonna ruin me i swear to—" toji groans, hitting his hips hard, the sound significantly rising and you're shocked that you don't build up the strength to stop him before megumi heard. he was right. you didn't care. you only wanted him. the only thing you cared about was your orgasm. eventually, his hand snakes in front of you to cover your mouth with his palm, still fucking you hard, your clit bumping up against the wall and your tongue drooling in his hand.

  "i love your fucking pussy," he whispered in your ear, sucking at your neck and squeezing your waist tighter. "and your pretty ass voice. it's driving me insane."

  the front door finally slams shut, your muffled voice finally having its freedom to scream again, gasping for air and reaching behind you to tug at his scalp as your orgasm approached. "fuck, toji. i'm cumming."

  toji grunts, backing up slightly to bend you over and yank your waist back, viciously pounding to reach his own high. those desperate pleas and whines of yours were truly an addiction, a trigger. it doesn't take long until a wave washes over you, your head growing light and your legs nearly giving out as they trembled. toji could feel you clamping around him tighter, pulling him deeper, drowning his cock in your arousal. his head is thrown back as he mutters 'fuck' under his breath, stilling his movements and doing a few more pumps before slowly pulling out and releasing over your back, humming low in his throat with satisfaction.

  toji swallows, gently pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder and cheek, the two of you heavily panting in the silent home. toji tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear, pulling you up straight before carefully lifting you to carry you to his bathroom. although dazed, you were still aware of your surroundings, blinking up at him as he laid you down inside an empty claw-foot tub, kneeling before you and running the bath, the splashes of water making you fully gain consciousness.

  he was so gentle with you it made your heart do something you've never felt before. seeing him pour bubbles into the tub and getting a fresh towel and rag for you was heartwarming. his kindness wasn't new, but this treatment was a first. it felt nice.

  "i'm sorry, but we only have men soap in this household," he shakes the bottle.

  "i ran to target this morning so there's dove bars in my car if you wanna get it for me," you say.

  toji nods once, staring at your face for longer than you liked causing you to grow shy and lower your head to watch the water fill the tub up. he’ll always make you nervous no matter what. he softly grabs your chin, leaning forward to kiss you once more.

  "you're mine," toji breathes. "remember that.”

#toji smut #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #smut #anime one shot #anime smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu Kaisen smut #slutfordilfs #toji x you #toji thirst #daddy toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji imagine #toji #toji fushiguro x you #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x y/n #toji x black reader #☆. hellavile.

[hellavile]

F*CK LOVE COLLAB, hosted by @gabzlovesu

⤷ fem!reader, black coded, mafia!reader, adultery, angst, gun use, cunnilingus, spitting, choking, spanking, voyeur?, rough play, reader is in her thirties while toji is in his twenties.

⤷ mocha’s note; pretty short but not too short. this was crazy to write but I’m also crazy soooo. hope you like. ♡

love makes you crazy; it’s a proven fact. never in your life would you think you’d let a man control your sanity. make you feel less of a woman. test your loyalty to him. treat you as if you weren’t the one who taught him how to be a better man. you knew it all went downhill the moment you realized your bank account deducted more than the usual amount. checking the receipts to see where your money was drawn from. major designer brands you didn’t even wear. hotels you weren’t invited to. restaurants which served foods you didn’t eat. the pattern became suspicious over the course of an entire month, this same month you were out of the country handling business.

you knew you were crazy when you told your men to have him followed. track his movements, the people he’s around. gather information on them. steer clear so he wouldn’t make their appearances out. when your guys found him with another woman, doing things he usually does with you—kiss her hand, grab her ass, feed her desserts—your blood boiled. how could he betray you? how could he throw away the years of love for some girl he met a month ago? using your money? you took him into your home when he was twenty years old. giving him a bed to sleep in, clothes on his back, a warm shower, and good pussy he always fell quick to submit for.

and yet he takes your shit and gives it to another woman. the men at the front desk bow to you as you stroll inside with your hand in the right side of your blazer jacket, a black pantsuit adorning your whole figure, a lace corset on your chest as your heels clicked along the marble tiles, making your way to the room the two of them stayed in alone. after a single instruction, the men gave you a spare key to the room. you barely ended up using it, pulling the gun from your pocket with a silencer attached and shooting at the doorknob, blowing half the wooden door to pieces.

a woman’s scream bellows in the room as you kick open the door and aim your gun at her, your lips in a tight line, trying your best not to crumble as you witness the woman scramble for her clothing, toji gulping with wide eyes as he pulls the blanket over his naked body. the red headed woman crouches in a corner, shaking with her head bowed with shame. your hand tries to remain steady, wanting to burst in tears so badly. it hurt to see this, it hurt to see him protect her as he shielded her from you.

“baby, listen to me.”

that’s his starter? you scoff, cocking your gun, and keeping your aim. you were ready to blow her head off. but then you had to remember that he had to have lied to her. maybe he told her he was single, lied and said he works for a big company and that’s why he was so wealthy. instead of the truth; that he’s bound to you, that you’ve been together for nine years, that everything he owns is because of you. he surely couldn’t have told her that you were the head of your father’s mafia, no, she’d be too scared to be with him. fearing for her life every day. or maybe she knows everything and is simply just a fool.

“you know, I never thought I’d see this in my life. I’m usually right about a lot of things. but this toji—” your lower lip begins to tremble, tears staining your cheeks. you couldn’t be strong anymore. “this is something I wish I was wrong about.”

toji steps closer to you, zero fear in his eyes. he knows what you’re capable of. you wouldn’t dare shoot the man you loved. “I’m not going to stand here and take pity on you. you’re no more at fault than I am.”

you stare at him in shock. he continues. “you think you’re the victim. you’re so far up your ass about honoring your father who, mind you, is crazy as fuck and has tried to kill me on multiple occasions, not to mention has murdered many exes of yours because he has this sadistic possession over you. you only care about pleasing him, but not me. whenever I see you, all you ever wanna do is have sex. you treat me like I’m a fuckin’ prize rather than your man.”

you watch as his face turns read, flinching the louder he gets. he’s never yelled at you before. “you think because you own everything that I’m supposed to respect you. you still look at me like a kid but I damn sure don’t fuck you like one. don’t play the blame game with me. you need to start respecting me. treating me like a man. you need to start putting me first like I put you.”

“alright,” you nod, registering his words quickly. he’s only right about half of it. “you wanna feel like a man, baby? you want some respect?”

toji’s shoulders continue to lift and fall with fury, darting his eyes to your free hand that begins to pull off your clothes, face straight as you drop your pants and step out of them. he raises his brow at you confusingly.

“how about you fuck me like a man, then. but remember, deep down you’re still a bitch.”

“and why’s that?” he snarls.

“you’re a cheater at the end of the day. instead of being a man about it like you say you are and having an adult conversation with me, you pamper some bitch with designer and give her the same treatment you give me. for god’s sake, you use my card to do it. fucking pathetic.”

his jaw clenches, afraid to admit you’re right. his impulses got the best of him. the redhead in the corner still watches as the scene unfolds.

“show her how you really fuck someone you love.”

“I’m not—”

“or she dies, your choice,” you shrug, the woman now crying. “either way she’s not walking out safe.”

part of him wants to take the woman and run far away, actually developing feelings for her and caring about her safety. the other half still has so much unbearable love for you, his heart aching the more time passed by where you left him lonely. he just wishes he could have you to himself entirely. all day, everyday. he wants you to rest and let him do all the dirty work. but you wouldn’t let him be involved in any of the work you do, too afraid to lose him. but keeping him locked up wasn’t protecting him, in fact, it was driving him insane. he’s not the type of man to sit and watch.

when he grabs your neck it’s aggressive, pressing his nose to yours he breaths though before bringing you closer to the bed and laying you flat on your back. you raise your knees to your chest, toji using all of his strength to rip your lace panties apart, the sting leaving a mark on your skin. the redhead is right beside the bed where she’s watching with wide eyes, swallowing when she realizes toji barely looks her way, your pointy heels sitting on toji’s broad shoulders as he delves his tongue into your sluice cunt, mewling from the foreign touch, a month away from him making you touched-starved. his dark eyes linger on your pretty face, your full lips being sucked on as he harshly grips at your inner thighs to keep them separated, spitting on your clit and studying the way his jaw moves against you.

you throw your head back against the pillow, arm hurting from holding the gun at your target, moaning and trying your best to grind on his face, but he wouldn’t allow you, the death grip he has on you making it hard to do so. wetness dripping on the sheets along with his salvia, his tongue heavy and fat, slicking between yours folds while his pink lips kisses and sucks on your clit. you moan when he smacks the outside of your thigh with so much force it makes you scream, skin stinging as you pant and he lifts his face, roughly turning you around and shoving your face up against the wall.

your back is arched like a cat, cheek on the cold wallpaper as you catch your breath, toji pinning you down with your ass high, your hair in your face with your arm that’s holding the gun is trapped beneath you, allowing toji to have the upper hand, snatching the weapon from you.

“no!—” you try to grab it back but he clutches the back of your neck with his wide hand, keeping you still.

“shut the fuck up,” he growls sternly, turning and pointing the gun to the girl, features vacant. “leave.”

one simple order had her scrambling for the rest of her clothing, crying silently as she dresses herself and leaves. he closes his eyes, upset that he had to scare her like that, but he’ll find time to apologize. the door slams and toji brings his attention back to you, his beloved. he tosses the gun to the floor, setting one hand on your waist while the other palms the side of your face to keep it against the wall, throwing his head back as the ball in his throat jumps, lifting his knees slightly to sink his throbbing cock deep into you, not allowing you to have time to adjust before he’s snapping his veiny hips violently. some of his fingers fall into your mouth after you gasp, eyes scrolling back and smiling sadistically.

“you make me so fuckin’ mad,” toji grunts, bending forward and sloppily attaching his mouth to yours, swallowing your whimpers as he moans and fucks you harder, skin clapping viciously, shoving his tongue in your mouth as you drool on his tongue. “I fuckin’ hate that I love you.”

you cry in response, gripping at his black hair and moving your ass back against him, smiling like an idiot as you see his face scrunch up, little fuck’s falling from him, the pitch in his voice raising as you clench around his dick and throw your ass back, toji spanking either side of your ass hard and tugging at your pierced nipples in response.

you knew you were crazy. and so was he.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

#f*ck love collab #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jjk #jjk smut #toji jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #anime smut #anime one shot #slutfordilfs #☆. hellavile.

[hellavile]

better.

━━━━━━━━ nanami kento.

⤷ fem!reader, a lil romantic, spanking, biting, fluff, choking, age gap, sugar daddy energy, missionary, kinda vanilla, black coded.

   A day you thought you'd never see was the day your spouse would admit they cheated on you. 

Heart ache didn't sum up the feeling. It was worse than that; utter dreary. You found the video on his phone, unintentionally reading over a message that was sent to him by a girl you didn't know. You asked to borrow his phone to check the status of a flight he booked for you, seeing that the girl sent a video clip that he asked to have. What you saw ripped your heart to shreds.

   He was fucking her, another girl. Another girl screamed his name while he moaned hers. He wasn't very bright to be a cheater, allowing easy access to his phone like this could get someone in trouble if they were hiding something. Maybe he wanted you to see it, that way it would be easier instead of sitting you down for a conversation and admitting his adultry. You didn't need an apology, or for him to explain. You didn't care. He'd done his deed and that was the end of that.

   Tonight, as you packed a bag and tried to sneak out without his knowledge, he caught you, and at that point you had no choice but to confront and argue with him. Watching him beg for forgiveness, holding you close so you wouldn't leave. That only resulted in you slapping and pushing him. He gave up and let you go. As you ran out the front door into the dark streets while thunder rumbled and rain poured, you cried like you never have before. Your heart felt—empty. A certain void was there that you wanted to fill by committing murder, so angry that your mind conjured a wicked thought like that. You shook it away. There wouldn't be any good in that.

   The streets were quiet since it was around three in the morning. You cursed yourself for not wearing a jacket, folding your bare arms and speed walking to the bus stop as your shoulder bag hit the side of your waist. You didn't necessarily have a place to go. Originally, you planned on paying for a hotel, but the closest vacancy was a motel—that was horrifying as is. You dig into your back pocket for your phone, finally approaching the bench at the stop and sheltering yourself under the glass roof, a bright light shunning the surrounding area.

   Taking deep breaths, you contain yourself from crying more, wiping your face and slapping your cheek to knock out of it. The first thing you do is check the bus schedule, seeing that the last bus up until 6AM would arrive in twenty minutes. Good thing you left when you did. A name pops up in your mind, scrolling through your contacts to see his. Nanami Kento. A man half your age that you had a few flings with after you and your ex broke up once before. He was a wealthy man, sitting on piles of money, flaunting his flashy style and the buildings he owned. A man that catered to your every need, bought you nice things, treated you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Clearly you haven't seen him since you and your ex got back together, that was nearly five months ago. It was nice being with him, and you still felt guilty for leaving him to go back to a man that didn't care for you, just wanted a prize to show off to his prissy family. Even though you and Nanami never agreed on anything, the two of you only gave each other what you needed—a distraction. You liked having him around and vice versa for him. Your thumb hovered over the dial icon, blowing a raspberry before doing it, pressing the phone to your ear and staring up at the gloomy sky.

   "Come on, come on," you bounce your leg anxiously, slouching with your hand to your forehead, a migraine arriving.

   "Hey, sweetheart," Nanami's voice was groggy, like he'd been smoking. Most likely. He answered the phone like he'd spoken to you yesterday. Like he knew you'd come back.

   "Hi," you sigh with relief. "I'm so sorry for calling this late, or at all. I didn't know who else to call."

   "It's okay, I was up anyways," Nanami grows silent. He could hear you sniffle, the sound of rain pouring hard through the phone. "Are you alright? You don't sound like yourself."

"We had a fight. I left," You swallow. "I'm so fucking stupid. I should've never wasted my time on him. I gave that man half of my life. He loves me, he said. He loves me? Such a piece of shit for lying to my face. Didn't have the balls to admit he was fucking some other bitch! I knew it. When we got back together my gut was telling me something and I ignored it. So stupid!"

"Stop talking like that, y/n," his voice is stern, cutting off your rant, your voice cracking while you hiccuped between cries. He always hated when you called yourself names. "I want you to come straight here. Where are you?"

"Bus stop," you bluntly respond.

   "Want me to pick you up?"

   "No, the last bus is ten minutes. I'll be there soon. Thank you, though."

   "Anything for you. You remember the gate code?"

   "Yes."

   "Okay, sweetheart. See you. Be safe."

The nickname has your heart skipping, staring at your phone screen in disbelief after hanging up. Maybe it was because he offered you help so easily, no hesitation. Then again, it's not like he hated you. He knew you were in love with someone else when the two of you fooled around. It was in your eyes. Point is, he didn't care. As far as he knew, he wanted you to himself. He tried his best to make you forget about him, this guy that you loved so much but used you to impress his family. He remembered you talking about how you helped him get into college after he committed arson and his scholarship was terminated.

You wrote a fifteen page essay for him because you wanted to see him succeed and be a better person. He used to hang around the wrong crew, fuck the wrong girls, and his parents picked up on his behavior. They were close to abandoning him, saying that he tarnished their family name with his nonsense. At first his parents thought you were just another girl he toyed with, but when you showed them how much you cared for their son, your proper etiquette, phenomenal grades—your position as class representative, they knew you were the one that could fix him. And you did. Nanami wasn't buying anything. He didn't like his lack of attention, respect for women—overall him. The amount of times he made you cry boiled his blood.

It was okay, though. At the end of the day, you had him. Even if the two of you haven't spoken in months, he never stopped caring about you. Now you're exactly where you needed to be, with him. The bus ride was only thirty minutes, getting off in front of his modern complex you familiarized yourself with, Nanami buzzing you up the instant he looked at his cameras to see you walking up. The door opened, and there he was. Standing tall with a cigarette in his mouth and a hand in his black slacks pocket. Those slender blue eyes of his, so daunting, forever making you weak at the knees. Strong cheekbones and sleek dark blonde hair. A wine red dress shirt covers his chest, two buttons undone. You wondered why he was properly dressed this late at night.

"Hey, sweetheart," his signature approach to you, hand lifting to cradle the side of your cheek. You close your eyes, nestling your face in his warm palm, kissing his thumb that traced your lips. Nanami hums with satisfaction. "Get in here before you catch a cold."

His touch felt like comfort, taking your bag from you while you entered the home, the fireplace scorching while his record player soothingly span and music filled the comfortable loft. Things were still the same. The vintage 90s cheetah print sectional placed atop of white carpet, black and white magazine covers framed on the walls, matte black kitchen, plants, some statutes here and there, that gorgeous marble jacuzzi a few feet behind two French double doors decorated with golden patina. Nanami laughed at the joke you made the first time you came here, how his living room looked like the scenery for an 80s porno.

   "Is it cool if I shower? I smell like outside," you shiver, stepping out of your sneakers.

   "Be my guest. I got a pot of beef stew on the stove for you if you're hungry."

Your stomach growls immediately after he says that, Nanami side eyeing you with a small grin, trying to contain his laugh—more-so his happiness. It felt good having you in his presence again. His soul felt connected, like a missing puzzle piece.

"Yes, please. I'll be quick."

   When you made your way to his bedroom, you checked the walk-in closet and realized that he still kept all of your things. From clothes, jewelry, shoes, and bags. He was waiting for you to come back. A small smile forms on your face, looking for your favorite Calvin Klein set and a silk silver robe. Nanami was everything your ex wasn't. Even though you loved him since high school, and he would give you the bare minimum of affection now that you think back on it—he didn't try hard enough to keep you. He drove you away by showing you that he lost interest, cheating, his only answer to that.

Flashbacks of you and Nanami's time played in your head as you lathered your body in soap. How delicate he would be to you. Waking you up in the morning with breakfast. Taking you to get your hair and nails done. Letting you drive his Maserati to the park where you'd have a picnic. Shopping, dining at fancy high end restaurants. Being with him felt like a fairytale. He treated you the way you deserved to be treated. At one point you felt like you were using him, but he denied it each time, saying that you were special and you needed this sort of affection in life. You deserved it. A woman deserved to be pampered this way.

   After your shower, you coat your skin with one of your favorite Bath & BodyWorks lotions; strawberry pound cake. Slipping into your gray Calvin Klein underwear, deciding to change the top and wear a simple white wife beater. Your fingers played with the band to your robe, bare feet inching closer to the living room where Nanami still stayed, legs spread while he smoked and watched tv in his chaise.

   "Come here, Princess," he calls to you gently, feeling your eyes on him. His arms are reaching out for you, intimidating eyes finally on you, waiting for you to come. It felt like brick collapsed on your chest, holding back the tears and approaching him. He wanted to comfort you, sitting on his lap sideways, his wide palms smoothing under your robe to massage your skin, hands on your ass and thighs. You close your eyes in elation. His touch could erase any ache.

   "You love that perfume, you wear it every time," he says, referring to the Gucci perfume he had bought you—like he bought everything else. You nod, his nose pressing against your neck to smell it better, lips delicately planting a soft kiss afterward.

   "Feel a little better?"

   You shake your head. "A little. The pain is still there, but I think I'm going to be okay. I'm coming to terms that I was losing my love for him anyways. There's nothing there anymore."

   "I told you to listen. Should've left that piece of shit for good from the start," Nanami sneers, your head lowering with a bit of shame.

   "Are you mad at me for leaving?"

   Nanami puts out his cigarette inside a glass tray, forgetting that the smoke bothered you. "I could never be mad at you. It's not in me to do so. However, I am disappointed. You're too smart, and you knew how he treated you, you knew what he did. This isn't the first time he cheated. But, you went back and got hurt all over again when you could've stayed with me."

"I was just scared. We had so much history to us and I didn't want it to go to waste. I truly did love him, Nanami. My eyes are open now and I know he's bad for me. I won't go back."

"Don't do it for me, either. It's not about me. Do it for yourself," Nanami says, grabbing his glass of wine and taking a sip. You bite your lip, nodding.

"Can I have some?" You ask sweetly, Nanami handing you the glass while you take a swig. After handing it back to him, you play with his open shirt, trailing your fingers underneath his chest, warm like fire on a cold day.

"I missed you," you admit, nestling your face in the crook of his neck. Nanami gulps, the tips of your fingers brushing over the bulge in his slacks, unhooking his belt slowly, kissing the underside of his chin. "I missed touching you."

"Don't tell me that little sip of wine made you tipsy," Nanami jokes, squeezing your ass and groaning.

It's silent, a soft moan falling from you as his hands land on either side of your thighs, parting them and pulling you up to fully face him, sitting directly above his aching bulge. Nanami sighs contently, sloppily kissing your collarbone, making his way up to your neck. You whimper shyly, raising your hips and gently shifting them down. He groans, holding your hips and lifting his to match yours. Both of your eyes are closed, his mouth still on your skin, sucking and biting as you dry hump. You gasp, keeping the pace slow. It was crazy how aroused you had gotten from this filthy action. You went at it for a while, Nanami always being one for foreplay.

He noticed you were becoming desperate, moving your hips quicker and whining, wrinkling his shirt and moaning his name. By now he was harder than before, and you were soaking through your briefs.

   "Take my mind off it," You plead, grabbing each side of his face and pressing your lips to his as you stand to your feet, Nanami pulling down your undergarment as you stepped out of them, hands roaming your body, the softness of your skin causing his dick to jump.

He hasn't felt you in so long it was almost sickening how bad he wanted to be inside you. As your lips smack together, you pull his belt off completely, lowering his zipper and wrapping your dainty hand around his cock, stroking your hand gently. He groans in your mouth, thrusting up into your hand until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Get up here," Nanami grunts, tugging you forward until you straddled his waist, breasts in his face he unleashed out of your tank that he pulled up. The silk robe you wore still clung to your skin, Nanami cupping your chest and bringing his mouth forward to wrap his lips around your nipples, sucking and licking sensually. Your eyes falter close, running your fingers through his scalp, delicately tugging and moaning in the air. His cock was just against your stomach, hiking your leg up and moving your robe aside to slide yourself down, the two of you gasping in sync.

   "Mmm," you shudder with a pinch of pain. You haven't taken him in so long, sometimes forgetting how big he was. Nanami notices, grabbing your hips to balance and guide you.

   "Slow, baby. Don't hurt yourself," he pants, trailing his hands over your bare back. Nanami holds onto you with one arm, pulling his slacks halfway down his legs as they rested at his knees, your fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt to fully have access to his chest you admired, mainly the deep v-line he was blessed with. His lips were back on your chest, dark eyes glaring at you as you carefully roll your hips, taking him entirely and clenching from the fullness.

   He observes your face, watching as your mouth falls open and your eyebrows furrow, moaning low in your throat as you weakly drape your arms over the chair after he leaned back, gripping the furniture as leverage to bounce yourself. Nanami groans, his tongue skidding over your lips before his teeth got ahold of your bottom lip, sucking and moaning, listening to the sound of your ass colliding with his thighs. You cry in his mouth, scooting your hips the way you liked to feel him better. That never did anything for him, but seeing you pleasure yourself was satisfying for him.

   "How's it feel?" Nanami hums, hand on the back of your neck as you rock and shudder. "Let me know, baby."

   It's so fucking good. It's hard for you to even let him know that with the way your mind blurred and focused only on the pleasure. You missed him so fucking much it was painful. Being in his arms again was a relief, his aura cleansing the distraught your ex covered you with. Nanami was a cure. The way you glowed around him, smiled, laughed, your heart thrashing with contentment—you knew he was the solution to your happiness.

Nanami chuckles from your lack of words, still kissing your skin as his fingers indent into the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and sliding down in the chaise so his back was flat and your face sunk into the plush chair behind him. His lips hover over your neck, heatedly panting as he lifted your ass and clapped it down on his thighs.

"I hate when you do that," Nanami breathes, thrusting his hips up, his cock hitting against the perfect spot. You gasp, your whimpers suffocating into the cushion, nails clawing at his shoulders. "I wanna know how good I make you feel."

That makes you laugh in between your moans, tears slightly blurring your eyes. He was so needy for your interaction each time. Sometimes the filthy sounds you made weren't enough. Nanami sees this, swiping his thumb over a fallen tear before kissing your cheek. The softness of his lips graze every part of your face delicately; your lips, your nose, your chin, your eyelids. It was his way of showing his affection—how thankful he was to have your skin on his again.

"Nanami," you whisper, both of your eyes interlocking. His jaw drops when you take hold of his neck and shift your ass back, choking on your whines and fucking him the way he liked. He's mesmerized, entranced by the eye contact and the wicked movements of your hips, arousal coating his cock and the echo of your skin clashing with his sinfully. The pace was slow at first, embracing one another after months of being apart. But now, both of of you wanted nothing more than to make each other cum.

"Do it like that," Nanami whimpers, clutching your thighs and helping you bounce. Your eyes are barely open, your body trembling as your clit consistently rubs against his abdomen at just the right angle, cursing under your breath. You could feel his cock pulsate inside you, your stomach twisting from the approach of your orgasm. "fuck, I love you."

Neither of you expected him to say those words so freely. Neither of you could see each other given your eyes were closed, so you couldn't see each other's reactions. Nanami rushes his tongue over yours, kissing you faster the harder he thrusted, yanking you down on his cock and grunting in your mouth. As he nears his orgasm first, you detach your mouths to nibble at his neck with your teeth, knowing that set him off completely. Nanami holds you still while he came inside you, repeatedly spanking your ass while reaching between the two of you to stroke his fingers against your clit. The stimulation from the hits vibrated onto your clit and he always knew that made you cum faster.

"Fuck," you cry, throbbing uncontrollably as he hissed by your ear and you came with him, filling you deep inside which was something he enjoyed doing more than ever. He grabs your face with both hands, kissing you once more, only slower. Swallowing your moans and injecting his energy into you. He truly did love you. Even if your heart belonged to someone else, throughout your entire 'distraction' escapade, his feelings were deeper for you than yours for him. It hurt like hell when you went back to your ex, but in a way he knew you'd come back because his love for you, and your fondness for him was too strong to detach.

"I love you," he says again, brushing your hair behind your ear. You swallow, holding his wrist and staring breathlessly. "You don't have to say it back right now. I know you're still healing, so I'll give you all the time you need. I'm just letting you know this now, so I can secure that feeling in you. I'm not going to hurt you like he did. I'm not a piece of shit who will use you for my own gratification. I'm a man who wants nothing more than to be there for you, make you happy in every way possible. Keep that in mind in the morning when you wake up and see me beside you instead of him."

   You don't hesitate when you bury your face in the crook of his neck, tracing your fingers through his hair and holding back your tears as he rubs your back and hugs you. There's no doubt that you wanted better, that you weren't going to put yourself through that sort of pain ever again for any man. Except, Nanami wasn't just any man. He was different—he cared. He wanted to give you attention, ask about your day, buy you roses on bad days, cook for you, make love to you when you needed it. He wanted to be your man, only yours. And he will. Because he couldn't let someone as beautiful as you go again. Not ever.

   "I will."

#wattpad #one shot #smut #anime one shot #anime smut #anime imagines #ao3 smut #ao3fic #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #slutfordilfs #nanami #☆. hellavile.

[hellavile]

skin. toji fushiguro.

› blackfem!reader, trainer!toji, drabble/headcannon?, chubby!reader, exercising, sweaty sex, gym sex, size kink, insecure!reader (very minimal), cockwarming, squirting.

trainer!toji who gently shakes your hand as he introduces himself to you, scanning you head to toe as you’re dressed in your cute black yoga pants and a white sports bra that showcases your piercings. he listens as you tell him key points of your body you wanted to target, already coming up with strategies for an easy first day. it’s the afternoon, meaning the gym was close to empty considering it was a sunday. more space to do what was needed. he started out with stretches first, and this is the part where your mind has a brain of its own. when he’s on his knees before you as you lay on the mat, bending you in lewd ways to stretch you out, you think inappropriately. he was just being professional. you shake your head, trying your best to keep your head out of the gutter as he pulls your legs to rest on your tits. he notices your reaction and slyly grins, cracking a joke about how you left your contacts home or something, focusing on him a little to hard. his laugh his handsomely devilish, and has you thinking things you shouldn’t.

trainer!toji who’s muscles tense as he shows you a new workout, your eyes shamelessly drifting to the thickly trimmed hairs peaking from his sweats that rested on the tint in his crotch, molding around his cock and making your face swelter with heat. he’s sweaty, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. droplets streaming down his godly sculpted abs and absorbing into his shirt and pants. he doesn’t kill you for the first day, but the numerous squats and slapping the extremely weighted ropes with both arms has you breaking a sweat. toji let’s you take a water break after a fifteen minute workout, giving you a high five after which somehow makes you stumble back a little from tiredness, toji quick with catching you with both hands on your hips. the action makes you die inside, saying sorry with a laugh that you both reciprocate before sitting down.

trainer!toji who says he just wants to make you feel good about yourself after you tell him a story about your recent ex that shamed your body after gaining weight and proceeds to delicately pinch at your pierced nipples after folding your sports bra over your taut chest where he crouched to his knees and swallows his mouth around the velvety skin. he tells you how good you taste, flicks his tongue rapidly over the hard buds until your fingers are dancing in his charcoal hair and you’re practically fucking the seat like you’re in heat. you haven’t been fucked properly by a man in a while. and you weren’t going to stop this one.

trainer!toji who grabs your hand like a gentleman but yanks your clothes off like you’re a whore. a very pretty one he’d love nothing more than to sheath his thick cock into and call you his for the night. have you moaning his name on repeat like a broken record. the scar on the side of his mouth twitches into a smirk when you squeal after he lifts you up, light as a feather to him. he can’t comprehend, and mostly never will, the negative thoughts you have about your body, ex aside. he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. voluptuous curves. soft, silky skin. you’ve had this grip on him ever since those big eyes of yours came in signing up for private lessons, always admiring him with fascination, and to his unknown knowledge, a puddle in your panties.

trainer!toji who has his sweats hanging barely at his waist as he buries his cock inside you, carrying you while still standing, strong forearms locked under your kneecaps. his height scares you a bit, cuddling your arms around his neck and pressing your noses together as you whimper and sink on it, warming his cock for the next two minutes until he feels like you’re ready to take it—or he’s too needy to wait. he’s lifting you like nothing, slamming your small body down onto his dick that nearly has you fainting from the size; swollen fat head bruising your gummy walls. heavy, just the perfect amount of thickness to fucking ruin you. blabbering nothingness into his mouth as you claw at his back, toji grunting and balancing both your weights like the gym freak he was.

“fuckbabyfuckbaby—fuck,” your sweet soppy pussy squelches and drips down his balls, full with just enough cum to breed you like he wished he could. another time, he thinks. he doesn’t want to scare you away, although he highly doubts it by the way you’re screaming and taking every hard pound to your poor little cunt. he chuckles amusingly at your whines, mashing his lips on yours as he squeezes his eyes shut the same time he molds your ass in his wide hands.

trainer!toji who calls you good girl when you squirt messily over his torso, soaking his nike’s and the gym mat he stood on. telling you breathily in your ear that your pussy wraps around my cock too fucking well. damn. fuck. shit, you’re gonna make me cum like that, when you rock up and down with a content smile on your face. you feel so much more confident now. you’re watching him with fascination as he hisses and takes you off his dick, hovering you above it as the two of you stare in between to watch his cum shoot loads of amounts onto your cute chubby stomach, a broken and final fuck singing past his cherry lips. you gasp as he plunges you back onto his still pulsating and awake cock, smacking your ass and walking towards a bench he lays you down on and sets your legs on his shoulders, hugging your thighs with both biceps bulging and enjoying your pussy just a little while longer before he had to lock up.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

#toji #toji fushiguro x you #toji x you #toji imagine #toji smut #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #daddy toji #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x reader #toji drabbles #toji thirst #slutfordilfs #toji x chubby reader #toji x y/n #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #anime smut #anime one shot #jjk #anime imagines #jjk smut #☆. hellavile.

[hellavile]

Yes helloo?? I am here to make you simp for yami sukehiro. That is all...*leaves your asks with wet panties*

(P.S the va also voices sukuna, grimmjow, and aizawa🥵🥲)

oh I know EXACTLY who this hot ass dilf is. I have yet to finish black clover 😩

#I’ll be adding him to my slutfordilfs list soon #╱ shh.ᐟ mocha’s talking ╱