sunlight peaked through the curtains of your shared apartment. it was early morning, but the exact time was unclear. you had woken up a few minutes ago and suguru was stirring beside you. you felt him first: his big arms wrapping around you, soft lips leaving wet kisses down your neck, and the hard tent in his pants pressing against your ass.
wasting no time, you slowly grinded against him, earning a low grown from the raven haired man. his soft lips ghosted over your skin while his hands gripped your hips. you instinctively opened your legs as he inched closer to you. the only thing you had on were your flimsy sleep shorts and matching tank top. suguru snaked his hand in between your thighs and tugged off your shorts. arching into him, you spread even wider so he could reach where you ached the most.
“already soaked so for me,” he murmured. using his fingers, he spread your slick across your folds a low hum. all you could manage was a small nod. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping two fingers inside of you. you moaned into your pillow and shuddered. his long fingers reached where your own couldn’t. he curled them and you bit the pillow to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans.
he cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “don’t hide from me. i wanna hear you.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you whimpered his name.
“you’re taking my fingers so well my love,” he cooed, picking up the pace a little. broken moans left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. you didn’t hold back this time, letting him hear just how good he made you feel.
“my baby is so needy in the morning, isn’t she?” suguru pressed his lips to your neck. a soft cry escaped your lips, your thighs shaking as he curled his fingers again.
you shattered, the pleasure taking over you. you whispered his name quietly as you came down from your high. suguru pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch before bringing them to his lips.
“mmm,” he moaned shamelessly. you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he swirled his tongue to taste you. he smirked when he realized you were watching him, then pulled down his boxers.
precum was already oozing from his mushroom tip. you reached behind you and pumped the base of his cock, earning a low groan from him. as you glided your thumb across the head, he twitched in your palm and bucked his hips into your hand slightly.
after you teased him a bit, he did the same suguru teased your entrance, smearing your wetness with his length before pushing inside. you gasped at the stretch. he split you open as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. once he fully bottomed out, he began to move his hips slightly.
the angle was more agonizing than his pace. his thrusts were shallow, he barely pulled out before slipping back inside of you, but the way his tip nudged that spot deep inside made you shiver. your velvet walls clenched around him with each stroke, taking every inch.
“my pretty girl,” he whispered. you whined softly, too tired and too fucked out to think properly. "perfect, just perfect."
he rolled his hips slowly. you arched your back and grasped the pillow under your head. his dick bullied your cunt, making your brain go all fuzzy. the way he whispered sweet, yet filthy things to you wasn’t helping either.
“you take me so well, my love. the way you melt like putty in my hands drives me crazy.” he smiled into your skin. “milking the shit out of me as a ruin you. so tight, you’d think i never take care of you.”
but that wasn’t true. mornings like this with suguru were a reoccurring thing. he always found himself slipping inside of you, reaching where you needed him most.
Back from college and staying with your dad in his shitty apartment complex, the older man... your neighbor next door has been noticing you, just as you have?
ಇ.content & warnings: porn with no plot :: non canon au :: reader is implied to be thicc :: age gaps - (reader is 19-20, Toji is in his Mid 30s) :: older neighbour trope :: touching through clothes :: kissing :: oral f.rec :: pussyjobs :: multi-gasms :: p in v :: spitting :: different sex positions? :: anal play - (thumb) :: c-pied :: description's of sex and anatomy was meant to be more on the 'graphic side' ::
The back porch of apartment 07 was nothing special — just cracked concrete painted a faded green years ago, a single wobbly plastic chair, and a rusted railing that overlooked the narrow strip of shared yard nobody ever used. Summer heat clung to everything like wet cotton, thick and slow even now that the sun had dipped low enough to turn the sky bruised purple.
You’d been inside all day, scrolling on your phone until your eyes ached, hoodie zipped halfway over a thin tank top because the AC was barely spitting cool air anymore. Shorts riding up high on your thighs, the soft cotton clinging where sweat had gathered at the crease of your hips.
Ninety degrees and no breeze, so you finally gave up and dragged yourself outside to sprawl on the single step, legs stretched long, bare feet dangling over the edge.
That’s when you saw him.
Toji Fushiguro, in apartment 08, right next door, he stepped out the side door with a black garbage bag in one scarred hand, in the same tight black t-shirt you’d seen him in a dozen times before, sleeves stretched tight around thick biceps, fabric clinging to the hard planes of his chest and stomach like it was painted on. Dark sweatpants slung low on narrow hips, the waistband showing a thin strip of tanned skin when he moved.
That scar sliced the corner of his mouth, pulling slightly when his lips twitched like he was always half a second from smirking at something only he found funny and black hair messy, damp at the temples from the heat or maybe from whatever he’d been doing inside his own place all day.
He didn’t look your way at first, he just hefts the bag into the big metal bin with one easy toss, muscles rolling under tanned skin, then wipes his forearm across his brow.
You should’ve looked away, should’ve pretended to stare at the sky or your chipped nail polish or literally anything else, but your eyes stayed glued, tracing the way his shoulders flexed when he turned, the slow roll of his neck as he cracked it side to side and maybe he felt it, because those sharp green eyes finally flicked over.
Eyes locking on yours.
Your stomach does a nasty, liquid flip. Not fear, exactly. Something hotter. Hungrier. You feel suddenly very aware of how your shorts are bunched high on your ass, how the hoodie’s ridden up to show the dip of your spine, how your thighs are parted just enough that if he looked lower he’d see the soft inner curve where skin meets cotton.
He didn’t smile, didn’t wave. Just stood there with one big hand still resting on the bin lid, staring like he had all night to decide what he wanted to do about the pretty little thing next door finally looking back.
Then he starts walking.
Not toward his apartment, towards you.
Each step, heavy. Bare feet on gravel and the closer he gets the more details you take in, faint sheen of sweat on his throat, the way veins stand out along his forearms and he stops at the edge of your porch slab, one foot planted on the rickety porch so he’s towering without even trying.
For a second the world narrows to just that look; heavy and unreadable, dragging down the length of your sprawled body like he was cataloging every inch. The hoodie half-open so the thin tank underneath showed the soft dip between your breasts, nipples pebbled from the sudden shift in temperature and maybe something else, your shorts bunched high enough that the plump curve where thigh met hip was on full display, cotton stretched tight across your mound.
You felt the fabric pull snug there, outlining the soft curve of your pussy in a way that made heat crawl up your neck, shifting your thighs together instinctively — only making it worse. A tiny damp spot had already started blooming at the crotch from hours of lazy daydreams and the sticky summer air.
You swallow. Throat dry. “Hi,” it comes out smaller than you meant.
Toji’s scarred mouth twitches barely. “Hey.”
Voice low and rough around the edges like gravel dragged over velvet. One word and it already felt like he’d put his palm flat on your sternum and pressed.
You sat up a little straighter, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. “You’re… Toji, right? My dad said you’re the quiet one.”
He huffed through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh you’d ever heard from him. “Yeah. That’s me.” He took one slow step closer. “And you’re the kid who’s been runnin’ around in those little shorts all summer.”
Your breath hitched, you're not a kid. Not really, but the way he said it with that lazy drawl, his eyes dropping to where your thighs are pressed together, made your clit throb under the cotton like he’d reached out and thumbed it.
“I’m not a kid,” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “I’m nineteen, almost twenty.”
Toji’s brows lifted just a fraction. “Almost twenty,” he echoed, like he was tasting the words. Another step forward, now he was close enough you could smell him; clean sweat, faint soap, something darker underneath like motor oil and cedar. “Old enough to know better than to sit out here lookin’ like that when it’s just you and me.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. You tried to play it cool, tugging the hem of your hoodie down like it would hide anything. “It’s hot. I just wanted air.”
“Mm.” His gaze slid lower again, shamelessly, lingering on the visible outline of your pussy lips printed through the thin shorts, plump, puffy, already so swollen from nothing but his proximity. “Looks like you’re feelin’ more than just the heat, sweetheart.”
The pet name landed like a spark on dry grass, and you squeezed your thighs tighter, but that only made the damp cotton drag against your slick folds. A tiny, involuntary whimper slipped out before you could catch it.
Toji’s eyes darkened. He crouched slowly, his big body folding with surprising grace, until he was eye-level with you on the step. Forearms resting on spread thighs, scarred hands dangling loose between his knees. So close you can see the faint sheen of sweat on his collarbone, the way his happy trail disappears under the waistband, dark and tempting.
He tilts his head, just enough that the dying sunlight cuts across the sharp line of his jaw. Moss-green eyes drag from your bare legs up up up- slowly and unapologetic. Lingers on the bare strip of stomach where your hoodie’s rucked up. On the way your shorts cling to the plump curve of your ass, aaaaall the way up to your face like he’s cataloguing every inch he’s already seen a hundred times through cracked blinds.
“Been seein’ you around,” he says. Voice quieter now and allmost intimate. “You live next door, right? Your old man’s girl.”
Not a question again.
You nod anyway. Tongue feeling too big in your mouth.
“Yeah. I’m… back for summer break.”
He hums, deep in his chest. The sound vibrates through the humid air straight into your bones.
“Didn’t figure you’d be out here lookin’ like that,” his eyes glance to your lips then back up to your eyes, “always out this late too huh, doll?”
You blink. “...You noticed?”
Another almost-laugh. “Hard not to.”
Heat floods your cheeks. You’re suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin. The way your nipples have pebbled against the thin hoodie fabric from the slight breeze or maybe just from him looking at you like that.
“You been watchin’ me too, huh?” he murmurs. Voice softer than you expect. Almost gentle. “Every time you come out here. Corner store. Back porch. Thought I didn’t notice?”
Your lips parted, no sound comes out at first. Then, barely a whisper, “I… I thought you didn’t.”
“Wrong.” One big hand lifts slow, carefully and the rough pad of his thumb brushes the edge of your hoodie sleeve where it had slipped down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupts across everywhere he almost touches. “Been noticin’ you since the first day you walked by in those jeans. Ass hugged so tight I could see the outline of your panties. Thought about bendin’ you over the railing right then.”
Heat floods between your thighs so fast your vision blurs and you can feel yourself leaking now, slow, syrupy slick soaking through your cotton panties, darkening the crotch of your shorts in an obvious little patch. His eyes drops to it immediately.
“Fuck,” he breathes, almost laboured. “Look at that. Sweet little pussy already cryin’ for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
You whimper again, louder this time, hips shifting forward on instinct, chasing nothing.
“You alone tonight?” he asks. Casually, like he’s asking about the weather.
You nod, throat dry. “Dad’s working late again, always is.”
Toji hums, low in his chest. The sound vibrates through the air into your palms.
He reaches out, slow enough that you could pull away if you wanted.
You don’t.
Thick fingers catch the hem of your hoodie where it’s ridden up over your hip and he doesn’t pull it down. Just tugs it a little higher, exposing another inch of soft skin. His thumb brushes the edge of your shorts, barely a graze, but it feels like he’s touching you somewhere much more intimate.
“These are reaaaaal short,” he drawls. Voice gone darker. “You always walk around in shit like this?”
Your heart slams against your ribs. “Sometimes.”
He exhales through his nose, almost a growl.
“Careful, sweetheart.” His thumb presses just barely into the crease where thigh meets ass. “Lots of eyes around here.”
You’re trembling now and its not from fear, its from the sudden, vicious ache blooming low in your belly. Your thighs press together on instinct and he notices. Of course he does.
Toji’s eyes flick down to where your legs squeeze, then back up to your face, that smirk of his deepens.
“You scared of me?” he asks softly, almost sweet — if sweet could be laced with this much danger.
You shake your head, barely.
“Liar,” he says but he sounds pleased.
His hand slides higher, his fingers splaying wide across the small of your back, his palm is hot and rough as calluses drag against your skin like a promise. He doesn’t push you down. Doesn’t need to, you’re already melting into the floor boards, arching just enough that your ass lifts a fraction — offering.
He groans quietly and guttural, the first real crack in that cool exterior.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re trouble.”
You lick your lips, voice barely there. “You gonna do something about it?”
His eyes snap to yours. Dark, predatory.
For one endless second neither of you moves.
Your breath hitches when his gaze drops again — straight to the damp patch you know is starting to show. The cotton’s darker there now, clinging, outlining the plump shape of your pussy lips so clearly it’s obscene. You’re soaked, have been since you noticed him watching. And he can fucking see it.
“Pretty little thing like you,” he murmurs, voice dropping to something dangerous-soft, “sittin’ out here all needy. Drippin’ through your shorts for the old man next door.”
Your mouth falls open on a shaky gasp. No denial. No lie. Just liquid heat, shameful heat — flooding between your legs at his words.
Toji’s eyes darken and hooks one thick finger under the hem of your shorts. Doesn’t pull them down. Just lifts the fabric the tiniest bit, letting it snap back against the crease of your thigh with a soft thwack.
“Bet these panties are fuckin’ ruined,” he says, almost conversationally. “All wet and clingy, pushin’ up against the seam, yeah?”
You whimper high and helpless, hips shifting forward before you can stop them.
He chuckles, low and mean. “Knew it.”
Toji’s hand moves again, this time cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking slow along your jaw. Calluses rough against your soft skin. “Pretty thing,” he murmured. “So shy. So needy. Bet you’ve been touchin’ yourself thinkin’ about the mean neighbour next door, huh? Imaginin’ what these hands would feel like spreadin’ you open.”
Your head tipped into his palm. Eyes fluttering. “Y-yes…”
“Good girl.” Praise hits like honey dripping down your spine. He leaned in closer — close enough his breath fanned your glossed lips. “Gonna kiss you now. Wanna taste how sweet that pouty mouth is before I ruin the rest of you.”
You nodded with frantic little jerks of your head.
Then his mouth is on yours.
Soft at first, just the brush of scarred lips over your glossy ones, tasting artificial cherry and nervous salt. He groaned low in his throat the second your mouths connect, like he’d been starving for it, his big hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wants so he could lick slow into the seam of your lips.
You opened for him instantly. Tongue shy and tentative, his is thicker, hotter, curling against yours with lazy confidence. He kisses like he had nowhere else to be, like he could spend hours just licking into your mouth, swallowing every tiny whimper you give him.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbles against your lips between slow, wet kisses. “Taste like summer, like you’ve been waitin’ for this.”
His other hand finds your thigh, palming the plush inner meat, squeezing gently, thumb stroking higher and higher until it grazes the damp edge of your shorts, not pushing inside. Just petting. Soothing. Praising.
“Doin’ so good for me already,” he whispers, nipping your bottom lip. “Letting me kiss you like this. Letting me feel how wet you are just from my mouth. Such a good girl f'me already.”
You moan into his kiss loud and needy — hips canting up so his thumb presses firmer against the soaked outline of your pussy. He growls softly, rewarding you with another deep, filthy lick into your mouth.
The kiss turns hungrier. Wetter. His tongue fucks slow and deliberately into yours while his hand kneads your thigh, inching closer to where you ache most — never quite touching your clit, just circling, teasing, making you drip more and more until the cotton’s clinging transparently to every swollen fold.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath ragged, green eyes blown black with want.
“Tell me you want more,” he raspes. Voice wrecked. “Tell me you want my hands on you. My mouth. Everything.”
Your lips trembles, gloss smeared and eyes glassy.
“I want it,” you breathe. “Want you…please, Toji…”
He smiled then slowly, gaze darkening but still so gentle when his thumb brushes your cheek again.
“Good girl,” he purred.
And then he kissed you deeper — claiming, devouring, promising every filthy thing he's about to do to you next.
His mouth is still on yours hot, slow and filthy in the best way. Tongue sliding deep, curling lazy against yours like he's mapping every soft inch of your mouth, tasting the cherry gloss you’d slicked on earlier just because you felt pretty.
Toji kisses like a man who’s waited too long to taste something sweet and now couldn’t get enough. A big hand cradles the back of your neck, thumb stroking the sensitive spot just under your ear while the other squeezes the plush meat of your inner thigh — fingers digging in just enough to make your hips twitch forward, chasing more pressure against the soaked cotton clinging to your pussy.
You were drowning in it. Brain turning to warm syrup, every thought melting into the wet drag of his tongue, the faint scrape of his scar against your lower lip when he sucks it between his teeth. Soft little whimpers bubbling out of you every time he pulls back just to nip, just to breathe a rough “good girl” against your mouth before diving back in deeper.
Your hands found his shoulders somewhere in the haze, your fingertips digging into hard muscles under that tight black shirt, feeling the heat rolling off him like a furnace. He smells so good up close; clean sweat, faint cologne that clung to his neck, something darker and masculine underneath that made your clit throb harder every time you inhaled.
When he finally eases back — barely an inch, forehead pressing to yours, your lips swollen, gloss smeared across both your mouths, strings of spit connecting when yours part. You were panting, chest heaving under the half-zipped hoodie, nipples tight and aching against the thin tank.
Toji’s green eyes were blown black, pupils eating up the color as he stares down at you like you were the only thing left in the world worth looking at. His thumb brushing slowly over your bottom lip, spreading the mess even more.
“Fuck, look at this mouth,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough and wrecked. “All glossy and puffy from just my kisses. Bet it’d look even prettier wrapped around my cock.”
The words hit you like a slap of heat. Your thighs clenching hard — slick gushing fresh against your already drenched panties, the cotton so wet now it was sticking transparently to every plump fold. You could feel the outline of your pussy lips print shamelessly through the shorts, fat and swollen… begging.
You tried to speak — tried to be smart, to play it cool, but your brain was mush, words tumbling out careless and needy.
“W-wanna… come inside?” you breathed, barely coherent. “For… for a drink. Or… something. Please.”
Toji’s scarred lips curves slow and predatory, but still so fucking gentle when his thumb strokes your cheek again.
“Yeah?” he rasps. “You invitin’ the old man next door inside while your daddy’s gone? Careful, sweetheart. I might'n wanna leave once I get my hands on you proper.”
Your head bobs, frantical little nods. “I… I don’t want you to leave.”
He groans low in his throat, like the confession physically hurt him in the best way. Then he was standing, a slow roll of his muscles as he rose to his full height, now towering over you on the step. One big hand extended down.
“C’mon then pretty girl. Show me where you live.”
You take his hand, your small fingers swallowed up in his scarred palm and you let him pull you up. Legs shaky, thighs slick where they're rubbing together. The second you're standing he tugs you closer, arm banding around your waist so your soft body presses flush to his hard one. You could feel him, thick and heavy…his cock already half-hard and straining against his sweatpants, nudging insistently against your lower belly.
“Fuck,” he mutters into your hair, inhaling deep like he was trying to memorize your scent. “Smell's so sweet. Bet you taste even better between those thighs.”
He walks you the few steps to your door like that, an arm possessive around you, free hand palming slow over the curve of your ass through your shorts, squeezing the plush flesh like he was testing how soft you really are. You fumble the key with trembling fingers and he just chuckles low against your ear.
“Easy, baby. We got all night.”
The door finally opens. You stumble inside, the dim living room lit up only by the lamp you’d left on, the cheap couch, scattered textbooks from last semester you hadn’t bothered to put away. Toji kicks the door shut behind him without looking, then spun you gently until your back hits the wall beside it.
He didn’t crowd you right away. Just stood there, close enough you could feel his heat, but giving you that one last second to back out if you wanted.
You didn’t.
Instead you tipped your head back, lips parting eyes glassy and pleading.
Toji’s hand came up and cupsyour jaw so gently it made your chest ache, his thumb stroking over your swollen bottom lip again.
“Look at you,” he whispers, voice thick with something almost reverent. “So fuckin’ pretty. So young and soft and already drippin’ for a man old enough to know better. You know how filthy that is, sweetheart? How wrong?”
You whimpered, nodding your hips canting forward so the damp crotch of your shorts brushes the hard line of his cock through his sweats.
“Feels right to me,” you breathe out needy.
His eyes flutters shut for a second — like your words punched the air out of him. Then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, hungrier. Tongue fucking slow into your mouth while both hands slid down to grip your thighs, lifting you easy like you weighed nothing. Your legs wraps around his waist on instinct; he pins you to the wall with his hips, his thick cock grinding slow against your soaked pussy through layers of fabric.
You moaned loud into his mouth, a desperate, broken sound.
“That’s it,” he praises against your lips, rocking slow and deliberately. “Grind on it, baby, let me feel how wet you are for me. Soaked right through these little shorts… fuck, I can smell you. Sweet little cunt cryin’ for cock.”
His hands kneads your ass rough, spreading you open even through your clothes, his fingertips dipping under the hem of your shorts to brush the edge of your drenched panties. You jolt at the contact and he just shushes you softly by kissing the corner of your mouth.
“Doin’ so good,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl lettin’ me touch. Gonna take care of you, yeah? Gonna make this pretty pussy feel so full… but imma take my time. Wanna savor every second of ruinin’ you.”
You were shaking, your whole body trembling with need, clit throbbing against the drag of his cock every time he rolls his hips. Slick had soaked through everything now and you could feel it smearing against him, making the fabric cling obscenely.
“Toji…” His name comes out wrecked, pleading. “Please… need you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, tender and filthy all at once.
“I know, sweetheart,” he rasps, pressing one last soft kiss to your forehead. “I know. Gonna give you everything. But first…”
His hand slid between your bodies and cups your pussy over the shorts, his palm grinds slow against your swollen clit while two thick fingers traces the soaked outline of your lips through the cotton.
“Gonna make you come like this first,” he promises, voice low and wrecked with want. “Just from my hand, m'gonna watch this sweet little thing soak my fingers before I even get inside you. You gonna be good and come for me, baby?”
Your head falls back against the wall, eyes rolling, your hips already chasing his palm in frantic little circles.
“Y-yes… yes, please… Toji…”
He smiles slowly, dangerous and adoring.
“That’s my girl.”
And then he kisses you again deeper and filthy, while his hand works unhurried, perfect little circles over your dripping cunt, building you up slow and sweet until you’re trembling on the edge, ready to fall apart for the quiet neighbour who’d finally let you into his world.
Toji didn’t set you down.
Not even for a second.
The second your shaky “yes” left your lips he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, his big scarred hands sliding under the plush meat of your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor so your legs had no choice but to wrap tight around his narrow waist.
Your soaked shorts presses right against the thick, heavy ridge of his cock straining through his sweatpants, and the friction made you whimper into his mouth — high, the needy sound swallowed by another slow, filthy kiss.
Toji doesn’t even glance at the couch, he heads straight for your bedroom door instead. “Wanna take this where I can spread you out proper. Where I can watch every little thing that pretty face does when I make you come apart.”
Your arms loops around his neck — fingers digging into the short black hair at his nape, clinging like he's the only solid thing left in your world. He carries you down the short hallway like that, feet heavy on the cheap laminate, every step grinding his cock against your dripping pussy through the thin layers. You could feel how hard he is — thick, hot and pulsing, already leaking enough that a damp spot had started blooming on his sweats where your slick had soaked through everything.
Your bedroom door was half-open already. Small room — nothing fancy. Twin bed pushed against one wall with rumpled pastel sheets you hadn’t bothered making, fairy lights strung lazy across the headboard from last semester, a cluttered desk with half-finished college notes and empty energy drink cans. Window cracked, letting in the thick summer night air. It smells faintly like your vanilla body spray and the faint laundry detergent on your sheets.
Toji kicks the door shut behind him, a soft click of the latch sealing you both in and crosses the small space in three strides, he didn’t bother with the light. The glow from a dim lamp on your table and those soft fairy lights was enough — warm, hazy, turning his sharp features golden and making the scar on his mouth look even more wicked when he smirked down at you.
He lowered you slow onto the edge of the mattress carefully, almost worshipful, until your ass hit the comforter and your legs dangles off. But he didn’t step back. Just stayed between your spread thighs, towering, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with something soft and hungry all at once. Big hands sliding up your sides, under the hem of your hoodie this time, his palms rough and warm dragging slow over the soft curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits through the thin tank. “So fuckin’ soft everywhere. Plush little body just beggin’ to be touched.”
You shiver, your whole body trembling as his hands keep roaming. Up your ribs, over the swell of your breasts, squeezing gently through fabric until your nipples peaks hard against his palms.
Then back down, his fingertips tracing the gentle pooch of your tummy, dipping into the soft dip of your navel, spreading wide to span the width of your lower belly like he was measuring how perfectly you’d fit under him.
His eyes drop lower, locking on the obscene wet spot darkening your shorts. The cotton plastered to your pussy now, every plump, fattened lip outlined clear as day, swollen clit peeking through like a needy little button begging for attention.
Slick soaked all the way through your cotton panties underneath, making the fabric sheer and clinging, showing the glossy sheen of your arousal coating every fold.
“Jesus,” he breathes, almost dazed. “Can’t even hide it, can you? Fat little cunt just printin’ out for me, drippin’ right through everything. Been leakin’ like this since I kissed you on the porch, huh?”
You nodded frantically, cheeks burning, your hips shifting forward on instinct so the soaked crotch of your shorts brushes his thigh.
Toji groans low, a deep rumble in his chest, then leans down, caging you with his arms braced on either side of your hips. His mouth finds your neck — hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing slow from under your ear down the column of your throat. He sucks gently at first, his lips sealing over soft skin, tongue flicking — then harder.
Teeth grazing just enough to sting before he soothes it with slow laps, blooming dark purple bruises one after another like he was marking territory.
“Good girl,” he whispers between sucks, voice muffled against your skin. “Lettin’ me mark you up like this. Gonna look so pretty tomorrow, little love bites all over this sweet neck so everyone knows who’s been takin’ care of you.”
His hands never stops moving, he slides them under your hoodie again, pushing the fabric up slowly until it bunches under your tits. Callused palms dragging over bare skin now, the rough texture making you arch, you let out a faint gasp, as his fingers splays wide over your soft tummy, kneading gently like he couldn’t get enough of how plush you were there.
“Love this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. “This soft little belly. Gonna watch it bounce when I’m fuckin’ you deep later. Gonna feel it quiver when you come all over my cock.”
You were whimpering nonstop now, your brain goopy, thoughts reduced to nothing but the heat of his mouth, the weight of his hands, the slow grind of his hips every time he shifts closer. He was still fully clothed, his tight black shirt stretching over thick pecs and sharp-cut abs, sweatpants slung low but you could feel every ridge of muscle flexing against you when he moved. Solid. Unyielding. Cutting through the thin layers like he was already inside you.
Toji pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark, tender and filthy with want. Thumb brushing over one of the fresh bruises on your throat, a gentle stroke that made you shiver.
“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he praises, voice low and steady. “Look how pretty you are.” Your eyes were all glassy, lips swollen, pussy so wet he could hear it every time you shift. “Gonna take my time with you, m'gonna touch every inch, talk you through it nice and slow till you’re shakin’ and beggin’.”
One hand slides down, cupping your soaked mound over the shorts, his palm grinding slow against your clit while thick fingers traces the plump outline of your lips through the fabric. Not pushing inside yet. Just petting. Soothing. Building.
“Feel that?” he whispers, pressing firmer so you could feel how your slick squelches against his palm. “That’s all for me. Sweet little thing gettin’ this messy just from my kisses and my hands. Such a good girl. My good girl.”
You moan, loud and broken, your head tipping back as your hips rolls up into his touch.
He kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours while his hand keeps that lazy rhythm between your thighs. The other stays on your tummy, rubbing slow circles over the soft pudge, possessive and adoring all at once.
“Gonna watch you fall apart, sweetheart,” he promised against your mouth. “Gonna make this pretty pussy cum so hard you see stars. And then I’m gonna do it again. And again. Till you’re too fucked-out to think about anything but me.”
His fingers hooks under the waistband of your shorts slowly tugging it downward, just enough to bare the top of your drenched panties.
“Ready for more?” he murmurs, nipping your bottom lip. “Gonna strip you and kiss every bruise I leave, spread these plush thighs and taste how sweet you are.”
Your answer was a shaky nod, eyes locked on his and pleading.
Toji smiles slow, dangerous and so fucking gentle.
“That’s my girl.”
And then he starts peeling your hoodie off slowly, his hands worshipping every new inch of bare skin he uncovers, mouth following right behind with more soft kisses and praise, ready to unravel you piece by trembling piece on your little twin bed while the summer night presses warm against the window.
Toji pulls back from your neck, his lips shiny with spit, a fresh bruise blooming dark and pretty under your jaw and his eyes drops to your face. You were a wreck already, cheeks flushing hot, eyes glassy and half-lidded, mouth hanging open in soft little pants.
A thin string of drool had slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing slow down your chin like you’d forgotten how to swallow. Fuck. The sight punches straight through him, making his cock twitch hard against the damp front of his sweats, thickening even more until the fat head was outlined clear as day through the gray cotton.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Look at you droolin’ for me already. Can’t even keep that pretty mouth closed.”
He leans in slow, his big hand cupping the side of your face, thumb sweeping under your lower lip to catch the mess. But instead of wiping it away he just smears it wider and then dips down and licks it up himself, tongue flat and hot dragging slowly from your chin to the corner of your mouth, tasting the sweet-salty mix of your spit and his earlier kisses. You whimper the sound coming out high and broken as he seals his scarred lips over yours again in one sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Tongues sliding messy and wet, no rhythm left. Just hunger. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth with a gentle tug and then plunges back in, licking deep into your mouth like he was trying to drink every drop of you.
Drool spilling between your lips, stringing down your chin again, soaking into the collar of your tank. You're making the filthiest little noises, soft, wet glucks every time his tongue licks into you and he groans low against your mouth, swallowing them all down.
“Such a messy girl,” he murmurs between kisses, nipping your tongue. “Doin’ so good though. Lettin’ me lick it all up. My sweet, sloppy baby.”
He breaks the kiss with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting your mouths for a second before it snaps and he sits back on his heels between your spread thighs. His eyes raking down your body slowly, like he was memorizing every inch. Hoodie shoved up to your tits, tank rucked under them so the soft undersides spilled out.
Shorts still on but soaked dark at the crotch, clinging transparently to the plump mound of your pussy. The fat lips were printed perfect through the cotton — swollen, puffy, glossy with thick gluey slick that had leaked through your panties and was now starting to drip down the crease of your thighs, making shiny wet trails on your sheets.
Toji’s mouth waters so hard he has to swallow. His cock was rock-hard now — veined, fattened, throbbing painfully against his sweats. He palmed it once, roughly squeezed it through the fabric, just to take the edge off. The head leaking more, darkening the gray in a fat wet spot right at the tip. But he didn’t care about himself yet. Not when your pretty soaked pussy was right there, begging for his mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice strained. “Look at this messy little thing.” So sticky. So sappy. “Drippin’ all over your bed like you can’t help it.”
He hooks two thick fingers under the waistband of your shorts, slowly tugging it down your hips. You lifted for him on instinct, — a shaky little arch and he peels them off along with your drenched panties in one go. The fabric stuck for a second — clinging to your slick folds before coming free with a wet schlick. Strings of thick, glossy arousal stretching between the cotton and your pussy, snapping slow as he tosses them aside.
Your legs fell open wider, your knees bent, feet planted on the mattress and there it was; your pussymound all shiny and swollen, lips puffy and parted just enough to show the sticky pretty inside. Slick coating everything — thick, gluey strands webbing between your folds, dripping slow down to your tight little hole that clenched on nothing.
Your clit was begging — fattened, flushed dark, peeking out from its hood like it was throbbing for attention. The whole thing glistened under the fairy lights — sappy, cummy, so fucking wet it looked obscene.
Toji groaned deeply, a guttural sound coming from his chest. His hands slid up your plush thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs hooking under the meat where thigh met hip so he could hold you open. Your pussy lips parted more, the sticky strings stretching, then breaking, revealing the creamy mess inside.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, almost to himself. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen. All swollen and leaking for me. Gonna taste every drop, baby. Gonna lick this sweet cunt clean till you’re shakin’.”
You whimper high and desperate, your hips twitching up toward his face.
He leaned in slow, his hot breath fanning over your clit first, making it jump. Then his tongue, flat and wide dragged up the entire length of your slit in one long, slow lick. From your dripping hole to the tip of your clit. Thick gluey slick coated his tongue instantly, sweet, tangy, so fucking much of it he had to swallow hard. He groaned against you, the vibration rumbling straight through your core.
“So sweet,” he praised, voice muffled as he licked again — slower this time, savoring it. “Taste like fuckin’ heaven. My good girl’s pussy all creamy and ready. Doin’ so perfect for me.”
His tongue circled your clit, with gentle flicks at first, then slower, broad laps that made your hips buck. One big hand slid up to your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plush curve, holding you down gentle while his mouth worked. The other kept your thigh spread, thumb stroking soothing circles on the inner meat while he sucked your clit between his lips, a soft pull, then releasing, then pulling again.
You were moaning nonstop loud and wrecked, the sounds filling the small room. Slick gushing fresh with every lick — thick ropes of it coating his chin, dripping down his neck. He didn’t stop, just kept on lapping messy and hungry, his tongue dipping into your tight hole to scoop out more of that gluey cream, then dragging back up to suckle your clit like it was candy.
“Look at her clenchin’,” he murmured between licks, eyes flicking up to watch your face. “So tight and needy. Gonna come for me like this, yeah? Gonna let me drink all this pretty mess while you fall apart?”
His tongue plunged deeper, fucking slow into your hole, then he pulled out to circle your clit again, the hand on your tummy pressed firmer, feeling the way your muscles quivered under his palm.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, voice thick with praise. “Doin’ so good. Such a sweet girl lettin’ me eat this pussy. Gonna make you come so hard you soak my face. Then I’m gonna do it again. Gonna keep goin’ till you’re cryin’ my name.”
He sucked harder, his lips sealing around your clit, tongue flicking faster now and your whole body arched, your thighs shaking, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from your open mouth again as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly.
Toji didn’t let up, he just kept licking slow and filthy, worshipfully talking you through every tremor, every gush of slick, every broken whimper.
“My perfect girl,” he rasped against your dripping cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste how good I make you feel.”
And with one more long, slow drag of his tongue — circling your begging clit just right — you shattered.
You came hard, harder than you ever had alone in this little bed with your fingers or with that cheap little vibe tucked in your drawer. Your whole body seized up like lightning hit your spine, thighs clamping around Toji’s head on instinct, plush hips bucking wild against his mouth while thick ropes of slick gushed straight onto his tongue.
Your clit throbbing against his lips — fat, swollen, pulsing like a second heartbeat — and he didn’t pull away. Didn’t even flinch. Just groaned deep into your cunt like the taste of your orgasm was the only thing he’d been starving for all summer.
“Thaaat’s it,” he rasped, voice muffled and wrecked against your dripping folds. “Come all over my face, sweetheart. Fuck, look at her spillin’ for me. So sweet. So fuckin’ messy.”
He kept licking slow, greedy — greedy laps through the aftermath — cleaning up every fresh gush like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop. Your pussy lips were puffy and flushed dark now, glossy with spit and cum, parting easy every time his tongue nudged between them. Slick coated his chin, dripping down his scarred neck in shiny trails, soaked into the collar of his black shirt. The fairy lights caught it all — turning the mess iridescent, obscene, beautiful.
You were shaking, overstimulated already, clit so sensitive it hurt in the best way, but Toji wasn’t done. Not even close. Man-starved didn’t even cover it, he ate like he’d been denied pussy his whole life and yours was the first real meal he’d ever had. Toji after a moment hooked his fingers into the underside of his shirt and pulled it off in one fluid motion.
Then his big hands shoved your thighs wider, thumbs hooking under the crease where thigh met hip, spreading you so open your tight little hole winked at him with every clench.
He pulled back just enough to look, eyes black with hunger, pupils blown wide watching the way your fattened lips trembled, the way thick gluey strings of your arousal stretched between them like spider silk every time you fluttered.
“Goddamn,” he breathed softly. “This pretty cunt’s still cryin’ for more. Look how she’s clenchin’… all tight and needy even after comin’ that hard. Fuck, baby… you’re killin’ me.”
He dove back in — lips sealing over your clit again, sucking soft at first, then harder. Wet, filthy pulls that made your hips jerk, made your back arch off the mattress until your tits spilled free from under the rucked-up tank. His tongue flicked fast over the swollen bud — quick little lashes — then slowed to broad, dragging circles that had you sobbing.
“Toj i— f-fuck — too much — s’too much — ”
“Shhh,” he soothed without stopping, voice vibrating straight through your core. “You can take it. Doin’ so good for me. My perfect girl. Just lemme taste a little more. Gotta drink every drop this sweet pussy’s givin’ me.”
He licked lower, his tongue plunging slow into your tight hole, fucking in and out with lazy thrusts that made obscene wet squelches fill the room. Your walls fluttered around him greedily, sucking at his tongue like they wanted to keep him inside forever. He groaned — deep, guttural — then pulled out just to spit right onto your clit. A thick glob of his saliva landed hot and heavy, mixing with your slick, running down your folds in slow rivulets.
You whimpered, high and broken when he blew a soft puff of air over the mess, his cool breath hitting your overheated, spit-slick clit like ice on fire. Your whole pussy jolted — clit jumping, hole clenching hard enough to push out another bead of thick cream that dripped slow down your ass.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, watching it with dark, fascinated eyes. “Look at her twitch. Sensitive little thing. Love how she jumps when I blow on her. Gonna make her come again just like this.” You were overstimulated and shaking.
He sucked your clit back into his mouth, gently this time, lips soft around the swollen bud while his tongue lapped slow, soothing circles. One hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the soft give of skin, fingers splaying to feel every quiver of your muscles.
The other kept your thigh pinned, thumb stroking slow, reassuring circles on the inner skin like he was petting you through the overstimulation.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured between sucks, pulling off just long enough to speak before diving back in. “Lettin’ me eat this messy cunt even when it’s too much. Takin’ everything I give you. So pretty when you cry for me like this.”
He licked into you again, deeper this time, his tongue curling to scoop out the thickest parts of your cream, feeding it back to your pussy with slow, filthy thrusts. Then he pulled out, lips shiny, chin dripping and spat again. Right onto your hole this time, watching it slide in, mixing with your slick until everything was glossy and obscene.
“Breathe, baby,” he cooed, blowing another soft puff over your clit, watching it throb, watching your hips buck helplessly. “Just breathe. M'gonna make you come again. Gonna suck this pretty clit till you’re soakin’ the sheets even more. Wanna see how many times I can make her gush before you’re beggin’ me to fuck you.”
Your hands flew to his hair — fingers tangling in the black strands, pulling hard enough to make him growl against you. But he loved it, loved the way you were falling apart and drooling again, spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as another wave built fast and brutal in your belly.
He sucked harder — lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing — tongue flicking relentless over your clit while he hummed low, vibrations rumbling straight through you. His free hand pressed firmer on your tummy, feeling the way your muscles clenched, the way your whole body trembled on the edge.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he praised, voice thick and wrecked. “Give it to me. Come all over my tongue again. Let me taste how overstimulated this sweet pussy gets for me. My good girl, my perfect, messy, drippin’ girl.”
One more long, slow drag of his tongue, circling your clit just right, then plunging back into your clenching hole and you shattered again. Harder. Louder, your whole body convulsing, thighs shaking around his head, slick gushing in thick spurts that coated his mouth, his chin and the sheets beneath you.
Toji drank it all — groaning like a man possessed — licking slow through the aftershocks, soothing your twitching clit with soft kitten licks while you sobbed his name, overstimulated and wrecked and still so fucking needy for more.
He finally pulled back — lips swollen, face a mess of spit and cum, his eyes locking on yours with that dark, adoring hunger.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, crawling up your body slow, caging you under his broad frame. “You taste like sin. Like every filthy thing I’ve ever wanted.”
His mouth found yours, in a slow, deep kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Thick fingers sliding between your thighs again and petting your soaked, puffy pussy gentle now, soothing the oversensitive folds.
“Still shakin’,” he murmured against your lips, smiling soft and filthy. “Still drippin’. Think you can take my cock now, sweetheart? Or you need me to eat this pretty cunt one more time first?”
Your answer was a broken whimper — hips canting up toward his hand, begging without words.
He chuckled low, dark and tenderly.
“That’s my girl.”
Toji had finally pulled his mouth off your wrecked pussy — lips swollen dark red, his chin still glistening with thick ropes of your slick and his spit that stretched and snapped every time he moved.
He gave you one more slow, sweet savouring kiss to your sweet little lips before crouching back down between your trembling thighs for a second longer, just staring at the mess he’d made; your fat pussy mound all shiny and puffy, lips parted and drooling slow streams of cream down your ass, onto the already soaked sheets.
Your clit was a throbbing little pearl now — fattened up dark and glossy, peeking out like it was begging for one more touch even after two brutal orgasms. Your tight hole kept clenching on nothing — suckling air, pushing out fresh beads of gluey slick that made obscene wet sounds in the quiet room.
He groaned low, the sound ripping out from deep in his chest and he palmed his cock through his sweats again. Harder this time, giving it a rough squeeze that made the thick vein along the underside jump under his hand.
The front of the gray fabric was wrecked — a dark wet patch spreading from the fat, leaking tip, glossy pre soaking through in thick globs that clinged to the cotton like honey.
You saw the outline perfectly now; his fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up for you, swollen and heavy, curving slightly to the left, the round mushroom head so chubbed and probably flushed it looked angry.
“Fuck, look what you did to me, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with want. “Got me so hard it hurts. Leakin’ like a faucet just from tastin’ this pretty cunt. You see how much pre I’m givin’ you? All for this messy little pussy.”
He shoved his sweats down slow enough to free himself, then kicked it off completely. His cock sprang out heavy the thick base dusted with dark curls of hair, shaft veined and ridged, fattened tip glossy with a fat pearl of pre that beaded at the pink slit and dripping slow down the underside.
It bobbed once, smacking wet against his abs, before he wrapped one scarred hand around the middle and gave himself one lazy stroke. More pre welled up — thick and clear — dribbling over his knuckles.
Your mouth watered. Your pussy clenched hard — sappy walls fluttering, clit jumping at the sight. You were so wet still — thicker now, gluey strands webbing between your lips every time your hips twitched.
Toji crawled back up your body, slow and carefully caging you in, under his broad frame. One thick forearm braced beside your head, the other hand guiding his cock down between your thighs. He didn’t push in…not yet. Just rubbing slow, filthy drags of that fattened round tip through your glossed folds.
The head was scorching hot — swelled up so big it parted your puffy lips easy, spreading them wide around the blunt crown. Your clammy, glued pussylips sucked at him, clinging wetly every time he dragged back, strings of your slick stretching from your hole to his tip like they didn’t want to let go. He nudged your clit with the slit, smearing thick pre over the aching bud — making it throb harder, making you whimper high and broken.
“Feel that?” he murmurs, voice low and mean-teasing as he rocked slow. “Fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up just for you.” Rubbin’ right through your glossy folds. “Y’er sweet little pussy’s kissin’ me back, suckin’ on the tip like she’s tryin’ to pull me in.”
You nodded — desperately, drool slipping from your open mouth again, hips canting up to chase more friction. Your clit was so achy, fattened and sensitive, every glide of his swollen head over it sent sparks shooting up your spine.
Toji chuckled, the sound breathless and dark — then pressed firmer. The round tip notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring just enough to make your hole flutter and suckle greedy around him. Not inside. Just teasing…just enough to feel how hot and wet and ready you were.
“Look how she’s grippin’,” he praised, eyes locked on where your pussy lips hugged the head of his cock — clinging, glossy, dripping. “Tight little hole sucklin’ like she’s starvin’. Fuck, baby, you’re so so wet. Drippin’ all over my dick before I even get in. Such a needy girl.”
He rocked against you slowly again, dragging that fattened tip up your slit to bump your clit, then back down to nudge your hole. Pre mixed with your slick, making everything slippery, obscene, the wet schlick, schlick, schlick filling the room every time he teased. Your clit throbbed harder, achy and begging, every time the ridge of his crown caught it just right.
“Toji…please—” Your voice cracked — high, pleading. “Need it… need you inside…”
He groaned, the deep rumble vibrating through both of you, then leaned down to kiss you lovingly, slow and sweet, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept that mean, teasing rhythm; fat tip rubbing through your folds, bumping your clit, nudging your hole, spreading you open without giving you what you craved.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, voice wrecked with restraint. “Gonna tease this sweet pussy a little longer. Wanna feel how much wetter you get. Wanna watch this fat little cunt cry for my cock till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’.”
One big hand slid under your ass, lifting your hips just enough to change the angle. Now every slow drag had his swollen tip catching right on your entrance — stretching the rim, making your walls flutter desperate around nothing. Your clit dragged along the thick underside of his shaft, veins bumping the sensitive bud, sending fresh gushes of slick coating him.
“Feel how hard I am for you?” he rasped, rocking firmer. All his thick pre leakin’ “Just thinkin’ about sinkin’ into this tight, pretty cunt. You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. So ready. But I wanna hear you beg a little more. Wanna hear how bad my good girl needs this fat cock stretchin’ her open.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders — nails digging into hard muscle, your hips rolling up frantically to chase his teasing. Slick squelching loud between you, gluey strands clinging to his shaft, dripping down his heavy balls that brushed your ass with every rock.
“Toji… please… fuck m’need you so bad —” You were babbling now, voice wrecked, drool slipping down your chin. “Want your cock… want it deep… please —”
He smiled slow, adoringly and mean, then kissed you again, deep and claiming — while his hips kept that torturous rhythm: fat fuckin’ cock rubbing slow through your glossed folds, teasing your achy clit, nudging your suckling hole, making you drip and clench and beg for the stretch you were dying for.
“Soon, baby,” he promised, voice thick with hunger. “Gonna give you every thick inch. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy so good you’ll feel me for days. But first… keep beggin’. Keep drippin’. Show me how desperate my sweet girl is for it.”
And he kept teasing, relentless — until your whole body was trembling, pussy clenching empty and greedy, clit throbbing achy and swollen, slick pooling under your ass in a sticky puddle while he watched you fall apart under his mean, loving touch.
Toji’s hips stilled for a second, his fat, glossy cockhead still notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring of your hole just enough that it fluttered desperately around him. Your clammy, slick walls were sucking greedily at the swollen tip, like your pussy was trying to pull him deeper even while fighting the stretch. He was so fuckin’ thick, the round mushroom head bloated and veined, ridged crown — catching on every soft fold as he pushed forward slowly, agonizingly slow.
You gasped high and sharp the sound cracking into a whimper — back arching off the mattress, plush thighs trembling where they were hooked over his hips. Your hole clenched hard on instinct — clammy, hot and so so tight it made his breath hitch rough in his throat.
“Fuck.. easy, sweetheart,” voice low and wrecked, one big scarred hand sliding under your ass to lift your hips just a fraction higher. “You’re grippin’ me like a vice already and I’ve barely got the tip in. So fuckin’ tight… this pretty little cunt’s never taken anything this big, huh?”
You shook your head — frantic little jerks — drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again as you stared up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.
Your clit still achy and swollen from his teasing, throbbing every time the base of his shaft dragged against it on accident. Slick poured out around his tip — thick, gluey strands coating the fat crown, dripping down his heavy balls in slow, shiny rivulets.
Toji groaned gutterally, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second while he fought not to just slam home. His cock throbbing hard inside that tiny stretch — veins pulsing against your clenching walls, pre leaking in fat drops that mixed with your cream and made everything even messier.
“Look at you tryin’ so hard for me,” he praised, voice soft and thick with adoration even as his hips rocked in tiny, teasing nudges. “Takin’ just the tip like such a good girl. Feel how she’s suckin’ on me? Fuck…your hole’s so tight and wet, baby. Grippin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go.”
He pushed forward another fraction — barely an inch more and your pussy resisted, walls fluttering wild around the fattened ridge of his crown. The stretch burned sweet — hot, the aching fullness made your toes curl and your nails rake down his broad back. A fresh gush of slick squirted out around him, coating his shaft, dripping onto the sheets in a sticky puddle.
“Haaah —Toji ” Your voice broke, high and wrecked, hips twitching up like you couldn’t decide if you wanted more or needed a second to breathe.
“Shhh, I got you,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth gently-sweet — tongue flicking out to catch the drool on your chin. “Doin’ so perfect. So so tight for me… gonna make it fit, yeah? Gonna stretch this sweet little pussy slow till she’s huggin’ every thick inch. You’re my good girl, my perfect, drippin’ girl. Just breathe for me.”
His free hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plushness there, fingers splaying to feel the way your muscles quiver under him. He rocked again — tiny, shallow thrusts that barely moved the tip in and out, just enough to let your walls flutter and adjust around the blunt head.
Every nudge made obscene wet sounds, — schlick- schlick-schlick — your slick squelching loudly around him, strings of it clinging to his veined shaft like they were trying to keep him buried.
“Feel that burn, baby?” he cooed, voice low and praising as he watched your face — eyes locking on every flutter of your lashes, every tremble of your lips. “That’s me openin’ you up. So tight it’s squeezin’ the cum right outta me… fuck, you’re leakin’ all over my cock. Such a messy, needy cunt. Love how she’s fightin’ me and still beggin’ for more.”
He pushed again — slower this time — watching with dark, hungry eyes as another inch sank in. Your hole stretched wider, your puffy lips hugging the thickest part of his crown, clinging glossy and white-knuckled around him. The stretch was obscene — your clit jumping every time the ridge dragged over it on the way in, fresh cream bubbling out to coat him.
“Haaah — fuck — there we go,” he breathed, thumb stroking slow circles over your lower belly where he could feel the faint bulge starting to form just from the tip and a little more. “Look at that… already makin’ a pretty little bump and I’m not even halfway. So fuckin’ tight, sweetheart. Takin’ me like you were made for it.”
You were sobbing softly now, broken little sounds as your hips canted up helplessly, trying to take more even as your walls spasmed around the invasion. Slick pouring steadily, thick and gluey — drenching his balls, soaking the sheets under your ass in a warm, sticky mess.
Toji leaned down and kissed you deep and slow, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept those tiny, rocking thrusts. Just the tip popping in and out, stretching you open, teasing your clenching hole, making your clit throb against the veined underside every time he pulled back.
“Doin’ so good,” he whispers into your mouth between kisses. “My sweet girl takin’ just the tip so perfectly. Gonna keep goin’ slow, gonna make it fit inch by inch till this fat cock’s buried deep where you need it. You feel how hard I am for you? How much I’m leakin’? All ‘cause this tight little pussy’s grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave.”
One more gentle push and another thick inch goes sliding in and your back bows, a moan ripping out loud and raw as your walls flutter wild around him. He stills again, letting you adjust, his forehead pressing to yours, breath ragged.
“Almost there, baby,” he praises, voice thick with restraint and adoration. “So so tight… but you’re takin’ me so good. My perfect girl. Gonna fill you up soon, m’gonna stretch this sticky hole till it’s huggin’ every veiny inch. Ahh — Just a little more… just breathe and let me make it fit.”
His thumb finds your clit, and circles over the swollen bud slow and gently while he rocks another inch in shallow, keeping you on that razor edge of stretch and pleasure. Slick gushing fresh with every tiny thrust — coating him, dripping down, making the slide just a little easier even as your pussy fights to keep him right where he is.
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your tear-streaked cheek. “Tell me how full you are already… how much you need the rest.”
Your answer is a broken whimper, your hips rolling up desperately, pussy clenching hard around just the tip and a little more now.
“Need… need all of you… please, Toji —”
He smiles slow, filthy but so fucking tender, then kisses you again, deep and claiming while his hips started that slow, relentless push forward again.
“That’s my girl,” he rasps against your lips. “Gonna give you everything. Gonna make this tight little cunt take every thick inch till you’re cryin’ and comin’ all over me.”
And inch by torturous inch he keeps making it fit. Slow. Sweet. Praising you through every clench, every gush, every trembling stretch until your pussy finally starts to yield — walls fluttering open, sucking him deeper, greedily and wrecked and so so ready for the rest.
Then Toji’s patience snapped like a thin wire, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as his big scarred hands clamped around your soft waist. No warning. No gentle coaxing. Just raw, starving need. He grabs your little body like it was his to manhandle, his rough palms digging into your plush hips, flipping you onto your side in one swift yank that made the mattress springs squeak protest.
“Fuck ah I-I can’t take it anymore,” he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Need to go deeper. Need this tight cunt stuffed full, m’gonna make her take every fuckin’ inch now.”
He drags you down the bed, the sheets tangling around your ankles, until your ass hangs off the edge just enough, cheeks jiggling from the rough pull. Your face mashed into the rumpled comforter — cheek smushing against the soft fabric, drool already pooling under your agape mouth.
One hand flew out on instinct, your fingers clutching the fluffy stuffed bear you keep on the pillow (the one with the little bow tie you’d had since middle school), knuckles white as you gripped it like a lifeline while your body arches helplessly.
Toji presses your legs together, his thick thighs pressing your plush ones tight, forcing your chubby little cunt to pucker even more obscenely. Your fat pussy lips squished together now, glossy and swollen, the plump folds mashed into one slick, puffy seam that barely parts for the fat pink tip still teasing your entrance.
The position makes everything tighter — your gummy walls clenching harder, clit trapped between those squeezed-together lips, throbbing achy and trapped against the pressure.
He lines up, his veined, thick cock — throbbing heavy in his fist — and pushes in.
No slow tease this time.
The fat crown spears past your puckered entrance with a wet, filthy pop — stretching those mashed-together lips wide around his girth. Your hole sucking greedily and clenching so tight it made his eyes roll back, but he doesn’t stop.
Just keeps feeding inch after thick, veined inch into your poor stuffed cunt, the squeeze so intense it forces thick ropes of your gooey cream to bubble out around him, coating his shaft in shiny white strands that drip slow down your inner thighs.
“Haah… fuck — listen to her,” he groans, hips snapping forward harder now that the angle let him sink deeper. “This chubby little cunt’s cryin’ so loud for me. Squeezin’ like she’s scared I’ll pull out… but she’s suckin’ me right back in. Fuckin’ perfect.”
You wail high, lewd and broken, your cries muffled into the mattress — voice cracking every time his cock punches deeper. Never been fucked like this, with legs squeezed shut making your pussy feel impossibly smaller, every ridge and vein dragging slow and mean along your gummy walls.
Your fat lips puckering tight around his base — stretching thin and glossy, clinging desperately like they were made to mold to his shape. The pressure mashes your clit right against the thick underside of his shaft — rubbing it raw with every brutal thrust, sending sparks shooting up your spine until your toes curl hard.
Toji loses it completely.
Big hands gripping your hips — fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and he starts pounding. Deep, mean strokes that bottoming out with a wet slap every time his heavy balls smacks your clit.
Precum and your thick cream mixing into a frothy mess squirting out around his cock with every pull-back, dripping in sticky webs down your thighs, soaking the edge of the bed where your ass hangs off.
“Goddamn, look at this mess you’re makin’,” he pants, voice rough and praising all at once. “Gooey little pussy just spillin’ everywhere f’me. So fuckin’ cute how she’s creamin’ all over my dick… takin’ it so deep even when she’s squeezes this tight. My good girl…my filthy, drippin’ girl.”
Your cries turn desperate — muffled sobs into the stuffed bear you are clutching, tears streaking hot down your cheeks. Every thrust punches the air out of your lungs, his cockhead kissing your cervix mean and relentless, stretching your gummy walls wide around his veined thickness.
Your clit rubs mercilessly against him — trapped between those puckered lips, swollen and throbbing, building that coil tighter and tighter until your whole body shakes.
“Feel that?” he growles, leaning over you, his broad chest pressing to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours. One hand slides up to cup your soft tummy — palm pressing down so he can feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. “Feel how deep I am, baby? Stuffin’ this chubby cunt so full she’s leakin’ like a faucet. Gonna make you come like this.” legs squeezed tight, clit rubbed raw and pussy stretched mean around every thick inch of his.
He snaps his hips harder, the angle perfect now, his cock dragging right over that spongy spot inside while his shaft grinds against your trapped clit. Slick squelches loud and obscene, wet slaps filling the room, your gooey cream frothing white at the base of his cock, dripping in thick strands every time he pulls back.
You shatter hard.
Whole body convulsing, walls clamping down like a vice around his pounding cock, milking him greedily as you scream into the mattress. Fresh gushes of slick squirting out around him, hot and messy, soaking his balls, drenching the sheets, making every thrust even sloppier. Your clit throbs wild against him — overstimulated and raw, sending aftershocks after aftershock rippling through you until your legs shake uncontrollably.
Toji groans deep and feral, his hips stuttering as your pussy sucks him in tight.
“Fuck… Aaah yeah, come on my cock, sweetheart,” he praises, voice breaking with how close he was. “Squeezin’ so fuckin’ tight… makin’ such a cute mess f’er me. Good girl, my perfect, pretty girl. Gonna fill this stuffed cunt up soon… gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days.”
He didn’t stop, Toji kept fucking you through it, with mean, deep thrusts that made your ass jiggle, made your cries turn hoarse and wrecked. His veined cock dragged slow and filthy through your fluttering walls — still so tight from your legs squeezed together and clit still rubbing helpless against him with every slam.
“Haah mhnm fuck…m’not done yet,” he rasps, hand sliding down to spread one cheek, exposing where you were stretched obscene around him. “Gonna keep, ah goin’. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy till she’s cryin’ for more… till you’re so full of cum you can’t move.”
And he did — pounding harder, deeper, meaner all while you clutched your stuffed bear tighter, face buried in the mattress, drooling and sobbing and coming undone again and again around his thick cock that finally fit all the way inside your chubby, gooey, perfect little cunt.
Toji’s hips roll in one long, deliberate drag — pulling back just enough that his thick, veined cock starts to slip free from your stuffed little hole. Your sloppy pussy doesn't want to let go. Gummy walls clenching down hard — squeezin’ greedy around every ridge and bump like they’re scared he’d leave you empty.
His foreskin bunches up soft and slick around the fattened base of his crown as he withdraws — pink tip glistening obscene with a thick coat of your cream and his own sappy pre, strings of it stretching taut between your puffy lips and his shaft before snapping wetly against your inner thighs.
You whine high and utterly broken, face mashed deeper into the mattress, your cheek smushed against the soft fur of your stuffed bear, fingers clutching the little plush thing so tight the seams strained. Drool still pooling under your slacked maw, soaking the fabric while your hips twitch back helplessly, chasing the stretch even as he teases you with the slow retreat.
“Fuck haah… listen to that,” he rasps, voice low and filthy-thick with awe. “This nasty lil’ pussy’s makin’ the sloppiest sounds just ‘cause I’m pullin’ out. Squelchin’ like she’s beggin’ me to stay buried. So fuckin’ greedy, baby.”
He didn’t let you go empty for long.
Right when the fat pink tip was almost out — your hole fluttering desperately around the ridge, he leaned over you again, his broad chest pressing hot to your back — and spat. A thick, heavy glob of spit landing right on your stretched entrance — hot and messy — sliding down the puffy seam of your mashed-together pussylips before dripping slow into the clenching ring still hugging his crown, the added slick made everything even nastier, your syrup-thick cream mixing with his spit, bubbling white and frothy where your walls gripped him.
Toji groans deep, a rumble that vibrates straight through you as he pushes forward again. Slow and mean, feeding every thick inch back into your pussy until his hips slapped flush against your ass, his balls heavy and wet smacking your clit trapped between those squeezed thighs. Your pussy sucking him in greedy — gummy walls fluttering wild, clinging so tight it made his eyes roll back.
“Haah…there we go,” he praises, hands clamping harder on your soft waist — fingers sinking into plush flesh like you really are his personal fleshlight, something soft and warm and perfect to use. “Takin’ me all the way again. Feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” His cockhead now kissin’ your cervix… — mngh "Stretchin’ this sloppy hole wide. God your pussy’s so fuckin’ good. So tight even after all that cream you just gushed.”
He drew back again slowly and torturous, watching the way your fat pussylips dragged along his veined shaft, clinging glossy and swollen, trying to keep him inside. Nasty lil’ squelches filling the room — wet, obscene pops every time he pulls out halfway — your syrup-thick pussy noisily protesting, cream bubbling out in thick white rings around his base, dripping slow down your inner thighs in sticky trails that soaked the edge of the mattress.
Your sobbing is muffled into the stuffed bear, your whole body trembling as he manhandles you deeper into the bed. One big hand slides up your spine — pushing your face firmer into the comforter, while the other grips your waist harder, yanking your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust.
He spreads your fat pussylips wider with his thumbs — peeling them apart even as your legs stay squeezed tight together — exposing the glossy pink inside where his thick cock splits you open.
“Look at her stretch,” he growls, voice wrecked with how good it feels. Your plump lil’ lips puckering so tight around him… huggin’ every veiny inch like she was made for his cock. “Fuck mhng baby, you’re ruinin’ me. This pussy’s too perfect… too sloppy… too fuckin’ tight.”
He bottoms out again, harder this time, his cockhead bullying deep until you feel that familiar bulge in your lower tummy, the faint swell under his palm when he presses down. Your clit rubbed raw against the underside of his shaft — trapped and throbbing — every drag sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until your thighs shake uncontrollably.
Toji didn’t speed up. Didn’t rush. Just kept that slow, deep pace — drawing back until only the fat tip stretched your entrance, then sinking all the way in with one long, filthy glide. Each pull-out made your pussy squelch louder — cream frothing white at his base, dripping in thick ropes — each push-in forcing more of your gooey slick to bubble out around him, coating his balls, soaking your ass cheeks, turning everything into a warm, sticky mess.
“God mhm feel that?” he rasps, leaning down to nip the shell of your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “How your pussy’s clenchin’ every time I try to pull out? Squeezin’ like she doesn't ever wanna be empty. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ girl. Takin’ this thick cock so deep… makin’ such cute, nasty noises for me.”
His hands tighten on your waist — using you like he owns you — pulling your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust while he grounds deeper, letting the fat crown drag over that spongy spot inside until your cries turn hoarse and wrecked.
Your stuffed bear was crushed against your chest now, your fingers white-knuckled and face buried so deep in the mattress you could barely breathe around the drool and tears.
He spat again, a thick glob landing right where you were stretched widest around him — watching it slide in, mixing with the mess until everything was even slicker and messier.
“Not stoppin’,” he promises, voice low and filthy-sweet. “Gonna keep fuckin’ this little pussy… till she’s cryin’ and cumin’ again. Till you’re so full of my cum you can’t move, doll Till every time I pull out you’re squirtin’ that syrup-thick cream all over me.”
One more long, slow drag out and your pussy noisily protests with wet, lewd squelches, then he sinks back in deep, bottoming out with a wet slap that made your ass jiggle, clit grind hard against him, walls fluttering wild around every thick, veined inch of his.
“Haah…fuck t-there’s my girl,” he groans, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Takin’ it so good… makin’ me lose my fuckin’ mind. Gonna keep usin’ you just like this… slow… aah… till you’re nothin’ but a creamy, shakin’ mess for me.”
And he did, he kept that torturous rhythm, his hands bruising your waist, cock stretching your sloppy hole wide, foreskin bunched… slick, spit and cream mixing into the nastiest mess while you clutch your stuffed toy for dear life, sobbing his name into the mattress, pussy clenching greedily and wrecked around his thick cock that owned you completely.
Toji’s hips stayed buried deep, his thick cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls that pulling out even an inch felt like fighting gravity. But he didn’t need to thrust right now.
Not when he had you exactly where he wanted; face-down, ass-up on the edge of your bed, legs squeezed shut, chubby pussy lips puckered and swollen around the base of his shaft like a glossy, creamy ring.
Your pretty little hole was still fluttering around him — suckling greedily on every ridge, even after the last brutal orgasm ripped through you, leaving your thighs trembling and slick dripping in slow, syrupy ropes down the insides of your legs.
He leaned over you, his broad chest pressing hot to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours, until his scarred lips brushed the shell of your ear.
One big hand stayed clamped on your soft waist, fingers digging possessive bruises into plush flesh, while the other slid down between your squeezed-together thighs.
Rough callused fingertips found your puffed-out clit immediately — swollen, fat and glossy from all the rubbing, peeking out from between those mushed puffy lips like a needy little button begging for more.
“Fuck haah… look at this messy thing,” voice low and wrecked with hunger. “So puffed up… so gooey and sappy from comin’ all over my cock. Can’t even hide how bad she wants it.”
His fingers started moving in filthy, lazy circles right over your swollen bud. Not fast. Not rough. Just slow, perfect rubs that made your clit jump and throb under the pad of his middle finger.
He smeared your own thick cream around it — mixing it with the frothy white ring still clinging to his base — making every glide slicker, hotter, nastier. Your pussy clenched hard around his buried cock in response — walls fluttering wild, milking him greedy even though he wasn’t moving yet.
You whimper high, the broken sound muffled into the stuffed bear you were still clutching like it could save you from how good it felt. Drool soaked the plush's fur, tears streaking hot down your cheeks, whole body shaking as those filthy circles kept coming — round n’ round, a slow pressure that built the ache back up fast.
“Haah… m’can’t stop touchin’ you, baby,” he groaned against your neck, nipping the soft skin where he’d already left dark bruises. “Even if I tried… fuck, this little clit’s too perfect. So fat and slippery… jumpin’ every time I rub right here.”
He pressed firmer, his middle finger circling tighter now, thumb hooking under to spread your puffy lips just enough to expose more of that sensitive pearl.
The motion dragging his cock the tiniest bit inside you — barely a rock, just enough to let the fat crown nudge your spongy spot while his fingers worked your clit relentlessly. Fresh slick gushed out around him, thick and syrupy — coating his hand, dripping down his wrist in warm rivulets that soaked into the sheets.
Your hips bucked back helplessly, your ass jiggling against his pelvis, trying to grind into his touch even as your pussy clenched tighter around the thick intrusion splitting you open.
Every filthy circle sent sparks shooting straight up your spine, your clit throbbed so hard it hurt in the sweetest way, walls spasming around his cock like they were trying to pull him even deeper.
“Goddamn…ya feel that?” he murmured, voice thick with praise and filth. “How your cunt ’s grippin’ me every time I rub this pretty clit? Squeezin’ like she’s beggin’ for more even though she’s already stuffed full. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ mess. Look how she’s leakin’ just from my fingers. So fuckin’ sensitive.”
He sped up just a fraction, circles turning tighter, faster. The pad of his finger flicking quick over the swollen tip of your clit before smoothing back into those slow, filthy loops.
Your cries turned desperate, hoarse and wrecked, sobs muffled into the bear as your thighs shook harder, pussy fluttering wild around his cock. Thick cream bubbled out with every clench — frothing white at his base, dripping in sticky strands that clung to his heavy balls.
Toji groaned deep and feral, his hips finally rocking once, a slow, deep grind that dragged every veined inch along your gummy walls while his fingers never stopped. The dual sensation punched the air out of your lungs, clit rubbed raw and throbbing, cunt stretched wide and filled to the brim.
“Can’t get enough of touchin’ you,” he confessed, voice breaking with how wrecked he was. “This puffed-out little clit… so gooey and sappy… jumpin’ under my fingers like it’s alive. Fuck…baby, you’re gonna come again just like this. Gonna make this fat pussy squirt all over my hand while I’m still buried balls-deep.”
He pinched your clit gently, rolling it between thumb and finger, then went right back to those filthy circles, smearing more of your cream around the swollen bud until it glistened obscene under the fairy lights. Your whole body seized, your back arching hard, ass pressing back desperately against him, your narrow walls clamping down like a vice around his thick cock.
“That’s it ahh…come for me again,” he praised, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and ragged. “Let me feel this pussy milk me while I rub this pretty clit raw. My sweet girl… my filthy, pretty girl… gush for me, baby. Show me how much you love it when I can’t stop touchin’ you.”
One more tight, filthy circle pressed hard right over the tip and you shatter.
Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down brutally around his cock, walls fluttering wild as thick spurts of slick squirted out around him, hot and messy — soaking his hand, drenching his thighs, pooling warm under your ass on the already wrecked sheets.
Your clit throbbed helplessly under his fingers, overstimulated and raw, sending aftershock after aftershock ripping through you until your legs gave out completely.
Toji didn’t pull his hand away. Just kept those slow, soothing circles, gentler now — petting your puffed-out clit through the tremors while his cock stays buried deep, throbbing hard inside your fluttering, creamy cunt.
“Haah…fuck…there’s my girl,” he sighs, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Comin’ so hard just from my fingers… makin’ such a cute, sloppy mess. Can’t stop touchin’ you, baby. Not when this little clit’s still jumpin’ for me… not when your pussy’s still grippin’ me like she never wants me to stop.”
He rocked once, letting you feel every thick inch while his fingers kept circling lazy, keeping you right on that overstimulated edge.
“Gonna keep goin’,” he promises, voice low and wrecked with adoration. “Gonna keep rubbin’ this pretty clit… keep fuckin’ you slow… till you’re cryin’ and squirting again. Till you’re nothin’ but a shakin’, creamy mess for me. My perfect girl… my filthy little thing… all mine.”
And he did, his fingers never stopping those filthy circles, cock grinding deep and slow, turning you into a drooling, trembling puddle while your stuffed bear stayed clutched tight in your shaking hands, soaked with tears and drool and the endless proof of how good he made you feel.
Toji’s cock was buried to the hilt, his thick-veined base flush against your swollen puffy lips, heavy balls pressed hot to your clit like they belonged there. Your little fat pussy was stretched obscene around him, your gummy walls parted wide, clinging desperate to every ridged inch like they’d forgotten how to close.
You were gaped already, your poor hole fluttering open every time he stayed still too long, the rim puffy and flushed dark pink, glistening with thick layers of your syrupy cream and his endless pre. Slick dripping steady from where you were joined, slow, sticky ropes that clung to his shaft, webbing down to his balls, pooling warm under your ass on the wrecked sheets.
Shaking, your whole body trembling, face still mashed into the mattress, drool soaking the stuffed bear you clutched like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your cries had turned hoarse, soft and wrecked whimpering every time his cock throbbed deep inside, nudging that spongy spot that made your toes curl and your tummy quiver.
He groans low, the sound ripping from his chest like it hurt to feel how tight you still were even after all the pounding, big scarred hands gripped your soft waist harder, his fingers sinking into plush flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted while he started to pull out.
Slow.
Agonizingly slow.
The drag was filthy, every veined inch sliding free with wet, obscene schlicks that filled the room. Your pussy lips dragged along his shaft, puffy and glossy, clinging greedily like they didn’t want to let go. The fat pink crown caught on your rim, stretching it wider one last time before popping free with a lewd, sucking pop.
Your hole gaped open immediately, pink and wrecked, fluttering helplessly around nothing, thick strings of cream stretching from your entrance to his dripping tip like obscene bridges before snapping wet against your inner thighs.
“Haah…fuck…look at that,” he said disbelieving,“This little hole’s gaped so pretty for me… still clenchin’ like she’s missin’ me already. So fuckin’ sloppy, baby. Drippin’ everywhere just ‘cause I pulled out.”
You whimpered, hips twitching back instinctively, chasing the emptiness even as your walls fluttered wild. But Toji wasn’t done teasing.
He lined up again, the fat tip nudging your gaping entrance, smearing thick pre over the stretched rim, then he pushed.
Deeper.
Harder.
One long, brutal glide that sank every thick inch back inside until his hips slapped flush against your ass, cockhead bullying past your cervix, stirring your guts up in that dizzying, overwhelming way that made your eyes roll back.
You felt him everywhere. Hot, heavy fullness stretching from your stuffed hole all the way up like he was rearranging you from the inside. Your tummy bulged faintly under his palm when he pressed down, feeling the outline of his cock moving deep, claiming every inch of your soft insides.
“Fuuuck…there it is,” he growled, hips grinding slow circles now, letting you feel him throb against your deepest walls. “Feel me in your throat, sweetheart? Stirrin’ up your guts… makin’ this pretty pussy taking me so deep she’s cryin’. My good girl… my perfect, stretched-out girl.”
Your cries turning guttural and raw, sounds muffled into the bear as he starts thrusting again, long punishing strokes that pull almost all the way out every time, only to slam back in deeper, harder, stirring your insides into a gooey, creamy mess. Slick squirting out with every pull-back, thick and white-frothed, coating his shaft, dripping down your thighs in warm rivers that soaked everything beneath you.
Then his thick thumb found your tight puckered asshole.
He didn’t ask…Didn’t tease.
Just pressed the blunt pad right against your clenched ring — hot, callused pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your hole fluttering instinctive, tight and untouched, trying to push him out even as your pussy clenched harder around his pounding cock.
“Shhh…relax for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and filthy-sweet against your ear. ‘m'gonna plug this pretty little hole too. Keep you so full… till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’ for me.”
He pushes in so…so carefully, his thick thumb breaching the tight ring with a soft pop. The stretch burning sweet… the foreign fullness made your back arch hard, ass pushing back desperately onto both intrusions. Your asshole clamping down greedily around his thumb, sucking him into the first knuckle, while your pussy flutters wildly around his thick cock, walls spasming so hard it milks another thick spurt of pre deep inside you.
“Haah…fuck y-yeah,” he groans, thumb sinking deeper, and a slow twist of his thumb... has your hole clenching and fluttering around him. “Takin’ my thumb so good… tight little ass huggin’ me just like your pussy. Feel that? Both holes ngh stuffed f-full”… his cock stirrin’ your guts, thumb pluggin’ up your pretty asshole. “You’re mine, baby. All fuckin’ mine.”
He starts moving — thumb rocking shallow in time with his deep thrusts, cock slamming home every time his thumb pushes in, pulling out together in a filthy rhythm that makes your whole body rock forward into the mattress. Your clit rubbed raw against the sheets now — trapped and throbbing — every grind sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until tears streamed hot down your cheeks.
Your cries were nonstop, hoarse, wrecked sobs into your stuffed bear, your body trembling violently as he fucked you deeper, thumb plugging your ass, cock stretching your gaped pussy wide. Slick gushing with every thrust, thick, creamy ropes squirting out around his base, soaking his hand where it worked your plugged hole, drenching the bed in a warm, sticky puddle.
“God…look at you,” he praised, voice breaking with how close he was. “Takin’ everything… Such a good girl… my girl. Gonna make you come like this… gonna feel you milk me till I’m pumpin’ you full.”
He ground deeper, thumb twisting slow inside your tight ass, bulbous cockhead bullying your cervix, stirring everything up until the pressure coiled unbearable in your belly.
“Come for me, baby.” he says softly, lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek gently.
One more deep, brutal thrust, thumb sinking to the base, cock slamming home fully and you shattered.
Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping like a vice around his thick shaft, asshole fluttering wild around his thumb, clit throbbing helpless against the friction. Thick spurts of slick squirts out around him — hot and messy — soaking everything as you scream his name into the bear, tears and drool mixing on the sheets.
Toji goes all breathless, hips stuttering as your walls milked him ruthlessly.
“Fuck...yeah…take it, baby,” he pants, grinding deep through your orgasm. “Gonna come… gonna fill this pretty little cunt… gonna plug you so full you’ll feel me for days.”
And with one last deep thrust, thumb buried in your ass, cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed, creamy hole he starts to spill. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your gummed walls — pulse after pulse — stirring your insides even more as he keeps grinding slow, keeping you plugged front and back while you shook and sobbed and came undone completely around him.
And Toji Zenin still wasn’t done touching you.
Not by a long shot.
Toji finally eased his thumb out of your twitching little asshole, slow and careful, letting the tight ring flutter shut with a soft, wet sound that made your whole body shiver one last time. His cock slipped free next, his thick length dragging along your ruined walls until the fat crown popped out with a lewd, sucking pop.
A hot gush of cum followed immediately, thick, creamy ropes spilling from your gaping pussy in slow, obscene waves, dripping down your inner thighs, pooling sticky and warm beneath your ass on the already-soaked sheets.
You were trembling, completely spent, limbs heavy and breath coming in shaky little pants, face still buried halfway into the rumpled comforter with drool stringing from the corner of your swollen lips. Your stuffed bear was crushed, forgotten against your chest, fur matted and damp from tears and spit and everything else.
Toji didn’t move away.
He rolled you gently, almost tenderly — onto your back, big scarred hands sliding under your soft thighs and waist to lift you like you weighed nothing. He settled between your spread legs again, kneeling tall over you, sweat-glistening chest heaving while he looked down at the absolute mess he’d made of his pretty girl.
Your pussy was wrecked, lips puffy and dark, gaping open just enough to show the creamy white mess inside, clit still swollen and flushed, twitching with aftershocks. Cum leaked out in lazy pulses, mixing with your own slick, running in glossy trails down your perineum.
But his eyes softened when they reached your face.
All tear-streaked cheeks, glassy eyes, puffy lips still shining with spit.
“My pretty girl,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked but so fucking gentle now it made your chest ache.
He leaned down slow, his big heated body blanketing yours without crushing you and cups your face in both rough palms. Thumbs brushed away the fresh tears clinging to your lashes, smearing them gently across your flushed skin.
Toji didn’t pull out.
Not even a little.
He stayed buried to the root, his thick, heavy cock throbbing slow and deep inside your stuffed cunt, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls it felt like your pussy had forgotten how to exist without him filling it. The fat pink crown was pressed right up against your cervix — hot, insistent pressure that made your tummy flutter every time his heartbeat pulsed through the shaft.
Cum was already leaking — thick, sticky ropes of it flooding your insides from the last brutal spill, so much that you could feel the warm, syrupy weight of it pooling deep in your guts, pressing against your walls like liquid heat.
Your poor hole was gaped just enough around his base, puffy lips stretched thin and glossy, clinging desperate to the thickest part of him like they were scared he’d slip free. But he wasn’t going anywhere, he just held you there, his hips flush to your ass, one big scarred hand splayed wide over your soft tummy so he could feel the faint swell where his cock and all that cum was making you bulge ever so slightly from the inside.
“Shhh… just like this, sweetheart,” he murmured low against the back of your neck, lips brushing damp skin in soft, lazy kisses. “Just cock warming. No more fuckin’ right now. Gonna let this pretty pussy soak in every drop I gave her… keep her nice and full, yeah?”
You whimpered — soft, a wrecked little sound muffled into the stuffed bear still clutched tight to your chest. Your whole body was trembling, overstimulated, oversensitive, thighs quivering where they were still squeezed shut and held down beneath his weight.
Slick and cum mixed into a warm, sticky mess between you, dripping slowly out around his base in thick, pearly strands that clung to your inner thighs, soaking the sheets in a warm puddle that smelled like sex and him and you all tangled together.
He shifted then, just a tiny rock of his hips, not thrusting, just enough to let his cock stir the cum inside you. The movement made a wet, filthy squelch, your walls fluttering greedy around him, milking another thick bead of leftover seed that oozed deeper into your guts.
You felt it, hot and slippery coating every inch of your gummy insides, threatening to drool out if he moved too much, but he didn’t. He just held you closer — arm banding around your waist, palm pressing firmer over that soft little bulge in your tummy like he was proud of how full he’d made you.
“Look how cute you are,” he whispered, voice rough and tender all at once. “Face all flushed… droolin’ on your lil’ bear… pussy so full of my cum she’s practically purring. My pretty girl… my perfect girl.”
He turned your face gently with scarred fingers under your chin, tilting you just enough so he could lean over your shoulder and kiss you slow. Soft at first — scarred lips brushing yours, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long smeared away. Then deeper, tongue sliding lazy against yours, swallowing every tiny whimper you gave him while his cock stayed perfectly still inside you, just throbbing, just warming, just owning.
You moaned into his mouth, a soft and needy sound as another warm trickle of cum leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips. Your clit still swollen and achy, brushed the underside of his shaft with every tiny shift, sending little aftershocks through your core that made your walls flutter and clench around him again.
“Haah…fuck — there she goes,” he groaned against your lips, kissing you deeper, filthier. “Clenchin’ so sweet even when she’s just holdin’ me. Feel all that cum sloshin’ around inside you? So warm… so sticky… gonna keep it all plugged up in there till it’s leakin’ out slow outta you.”
His free hand slid up and cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking slow over your tear-streaked cheek while he kissed you again and again. Forehead pressed to yours now, breath mingling hot and ragged, his green eyes dark and soft as he stared down at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute like this,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead — lingering, reverent. “All hugged up on my cock… pussy threatenin’ to drool my cum everywhere but still grippin’ me so tight. My good girl… my sweet, stuffed girl. Just stay like this for me, yeah? Let me keep you warm… let me feel how full I made you.”
He rocked once, barely a movement, just a slow grind that stirred the thick load inside you without pulling out. More cum bubbled out hot and slippery coating your puffy lips, dripping slow down to where your clit throbbed against him. You whimpered high and broken — hips twitching instinctively even though you were too spent to chase anything.
Toji shushed you gently, lips brushing your temple, your cheek, your mouth again in soft, endless kisses.
“Just this. Just me inside you… keepin’ all that cum nice and warm where it belongs. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… all hugged up and full for me.”
He wrapped both arms around you then, pulling your soft body back flush to his chest, cock still buried deep, still throbbing slow, still leaking the last drops into your stuffed, creamy pussy. Forehead kisses rained down, soft, sweet and lazy in the best way, while he held you close, letting you feel every heartbeat through his shaft, every warm pulse of cum settling deeper inside you.
“Stay just like this,” he whispered one last time, lips lingering on your forehead. “My cute, sweet girl… mine.”
And he didn’t move.
Just held you there — thick cock warming your poor, gaped, cum-stuffed pussy while you trembled and whimpered and clung to your bear, face buried in his neck, soaking in the sticky, overwhelming heat of being so perfectly, completely full of him.
Toji’s arms locked around your waist like steel bands, scarred hands splaying wide over the soft curve of your lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to bruise the plush skin as he yanked you down hard, with no warning. No slow descent. Just raw, possessive force that slammed your dripping pussy all the way onto his thick, throbbing cock in one brutal, claiming drop.
The stretch hit like lightning — your poor gaped hole, forced to swallow every last veiny inch at once, walls parting wide around the fattened girth until his heavy balls slapped wet against your clit and the fat pink crown punched right up against the deepest part of your cervix again.
You felt it everywhere — hot, overwhelming fullness stretching from your stuffed entrance all the way up into your guts, making your tummy bulge visibly under his palm where he pressed down firmly to feel himself buried inside you.
“Haah…f-fuck — there it is,” he growled low against the shell of your ear, voice wrecked and deep, breath scorching your neck. “Takin’ every thick fuckin’ inch, sweetheart. All of it. No more teasin’. Just my cock stuffed deep where it belongs.”
Your cry ripped out raw and broken — high, desperate wails muffled into the crook of his shoulder as your body jolted from the sudden depth. Your gummy walls fluttered wild around him, clenching helpless. Spasming like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to push him out or suck him deeper.
Slick and leftover cum from before gushed out around his base in thick, creamy ropes,frothing white at the stretch, dripping slow down his heavy sack in warm, sticky trails that soaked into the sheets beneath you both.
He didn’t let you adjust. Just held you there, impaled, trembling, your pussy clenching greedily around the full length of him — while one hand slid up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firm so he could see your face.
Tears streaked hot down your cheeks, lips swollen and parted in endless soft whimpers, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again like you’d forgotten how to swallow.
“Look at you,” he says proudly, green eyes dark and blown with hunger as he stared down at where your puffy lips were stretched thin and glossy around his base — clinging so tight the rim looked almost white-knuckled. “My pretty girl takin’ everything… pussy so full she’s shakin’. Feel that? Feel how deep I am?” His cockhead kissin’ your womb and stirrin’ up all that cum he already pumped in you.
He rocked his hips once, a slow grinding roll that dragged every ridge along your fluttering walls without pulling out. The motion made a wet, filthy squelch, your stuffed pussy protesting the fullness even as it clenched harder, milking him greedy. More thick cream bubbled out — syrupy and white — coating his shaft, dripping down to where your clit throbbed helpless against the veined underside.
“Nngh…Toji —” Your voice cracked,hoarse and wrecked, nails raking down his broad back again, leaving red trails over hard muscle. “S’too much… s’too deep —”
“Shhh, I know, baby,” he murmured, scarred lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek in soft, filthy kisses. “Doin’ so good though. Takin’ this fat cock like you were made for it. Feel how your pussy’s grippin’ me? Squeezin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go. My perfect girl… my sweet girl.”
He pulled you down harder, another sharp yank that seated him impossibly deeper, crown bullying against that spongy spot inside until your back bowed, thighs trembling violently around his hips. Your clit grinding raw against his pelvis — swollen and achy — every tiny shift sending sparks shooting through your core that made your walls flutter and clench harder around him.
Toji groaned deep, the guttural sound vibrating straight through you, then wrapped both arms around your waist, crushing your soft body to his chest. One hand slid down to cup your ass, fingers spreading the plush cheeks wide so he could feel where you were stretched obscene around him, while the other pressed firm over that faint bulge in your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over the spot where he could feel himself moving inside.
“Fuck…look at this,” he breathed, voice thick with praise and filth. “My cock makin’ a pretty little bump right here… fillin’ you up so good you can see it. Gonna keep you right here… just like this”… Cock-warmin’ you deep while he kisses your sweet mouth.
He tilted your chin up, scarred thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip, then claimed your mouth in a slow, filthy kiss. Tongue sliding deep, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long gone, swallowing every broken whimper you gave him while his cock throbbed hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy.
No thrusting. Just deep, possessive grinding — tiny rolls of his hips that stirred the thick load of cum already flooding your cunt, making it slosh warm and sticky against your walls.
You moaned into his mouth, soft needy sounds, as another warm trickle leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips to where your clit pulsed against him. Your pussy clenching helpless and fluttering wild — threatening to drool more of that creamy mess if he moved even a little, but he didn’t. Just held you impaled, full, trembling, while he kissed you deeper, tongue fucking slow into your mouth in the same lazy rhythm his cock was grinding inside you.
“So fuckin’ cute,” he whispers against your lips between kisses, forehead pressing to yours, breath mingling hot and ragged. “All hugged up on my dick… pussy so full she’s shakin’. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… takin’ everything I give her. Gonna stay just like this… keep you warm and stuffed… let you feel everything while I kiss you stupid.”
Wanting to feel you constantly, he kept pressing soft kisses to your forehead, then your temple, to your cheek and your mouth again — endless, filthy affection while his arms stayed locked around you, cock buried to the hilt, cum sloshing warm and sticky deep inside your gaped, creamy pussy.
“Mine,” he murmured one last time, lips brushing your forehead in a final, claiming kiss. “All fuckin’ mine.”
And he didn’t move.
Just held you there, thick cock warming your stuffed, trembling pussy, while you whimpered and clung and soaked in the overwhelming heat of being so completely, perfectly taken.
The room had gone quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan stirring the thick summer air, fairy lights flickering lazy gold across the rumpled sheets like dying embers. You were out cold — completely fucked-out and boneless, face half-buried in the crook of Toji’s neck, one arm slung loose over his chest, legs still tangled with his like you couldn’t bear to let go even in sleep.
Your breathing had evened out into those slow, deep little puffs that made your lips part every exhale, drool already pooling at the corner of your mouth onto his collarbone. Cute. Wrecked. His.
Toji hadn’t moved much since he’d pulled you down onto every thick inch and held you there, his cock still buried deep, warming your cum-stuffed pussy while the last pulses of his cum settled heavy and hot inside you.
Your walls kept fluttering around him in tiny, sleepy spasms — soft little squeezes that milked another lazy bead of seed from his tip even though he wasn’t thrusting anymore.
The mess between you was obscene; thick ropes of cum and your syrupy cream leaking slow out around his base, coating his heavy balls, dripping in warm, sticky trails down your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath your ass in a cooling puddle that smelled like sex and salt and him.
He stayed like that for a long while, his arm banded around your waist, scarred palm resting possessive over the faint swell in your lower tummy where his cock and all that cum made you bulge just enough to feel under his hand.
Every time you shifted in your sleep, tiny and little unconscious rolls of your hips, your pussy clenched tighter around him, gummy walls sucking greedy like even unconscious you didn’t want him to leave. It made his cock twitch — still half-hard, still leaking the last sluggish drops into your overflowing heat.
Eventually the ache in his thighs and the way your breathing had gone soft and even, told him you were really gone, deep in that post-orgasm haze where nothing existed but warmth and fullness and him.
Toji exhaled slowly through his nose, a low satisfied rumble in his chest, then started to move.
Careful. So fucking careful.
He slid one big hand under your thigh, lifting it just enough to ease the angle, while the other stayed splayed over your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over that soft pudge like he was soothing you even in your sleep. Then he pulled.
Slow…
Inch by torturous inch.
The drag was filthy, your poor gaped hole clinging desperate to every veiny ridge as he withdrew, gummy walls fluttering weak protests around the retreating thickness. Slick and cum made obscene wet sounds, soft schlicks and squelches that filled the quiet room, thick white cream bubbling out around his shaft the second he started to slip free.
Strings of it stretched taut between your puffy lips and his glistening cockhead — snapping slow and wet against your inner thighs as he kept pulling.
When the fat pink crown finally popped free with a lewd, sucking pop, your hole gaped open, pink and wrecked, fluttering helpless around nothing. A thick gush of cum followed immediately — hot, sticky ropes drooling slow out of your stretched entrance, sliding down your ass crack in pearly trails, pooling warm under you on the already soaked sheets. Your clit, still swollen and flushed, twitched once at the sudden emptiness, a tiny bead of cream clinging to the tip like a pearl.
Toji stared, breath catching rough in his throat at the sight of his cum leaking from your used little pussy. So much of it. Thick and white and endless, proof of how deep he’d fucked you, how full he’d kept you. Your pussy looked ruined in the prettiest way — lips puffy and parted, hole still trying to clench shut but too stretched to close completely, just drooling his load in slow, obscene pulses.
“Fuck,” he breathed voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. Toji finally took a long inhale, eyes locked on the sight. His pretty girl’s pussy all sloppy and leaking his cum like she couldn’t help it even asleep. Fuck… it made his cock twitch soft against his thigh, already half-interested again for just looking.
He leaned down slow and carefully…not to jostle you too much, breath fanning hot over your sensitive skin and pressed the softest, filthiest kiss right to your swollen clit. Gentle. Worshipful.
Lips barely brushing the swollen bud…a warm, lingering press that made your hips twitch tiny in sleep, a soft whimper slipping from your throat. He kissed it again…slower, tongue flicking out just once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum still clinging there. Salty-sweet messy and perfect.
“My pretty girl,” he whispered against your pussy, voice so low it was more breath than sound. “Took me so deep… kept me warm all night. Look at you leakin’ my cum even when you’re sleepin’. So fuckin’ cute.”
Scarred lips brushing the sensitive bud, gentle and lingering, his tongue flicking out once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum clinging there. You whimpered in your sleep, a soft, needy little sound. Your hips twitched forward instinctively even when unconscious, thighs trembling once before settling again.
One more kiss, open-mouthed this time…lips sealing soft around your clit for a heartbeat, sucking the tiniest pull that made your thighs tremble before he let go.
Toji smiled against your pussy…slow, dangerous and so fucking tender, then kissed higher; one soft press to your puffy mound, another to the soft dip of your lower belly where the bulge was slowly fading.
“Fuck… gotta move, baby,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with leftover lust and something softer underneath. “Your dad’s gonna be home soon. Can’t leave you lookin’ like this… all fucked-out and leakin’ me everywhere.”
He didn’t let you wallow in it.
He moved careful, almost gentle, sliding off you and scooping your limp, trembling body into his arms like you weighed nothing. Your legs dangled uselessly; your head lolled against his shoulder; your ruined pussy leaked a slow, sticky trail down his abs as he carried you to the tiny attached bathroom.
He set you on the edge of the tub softly with utter care, then ran warm water over a clean washcloth. No rough scrubbing. Just slow, careful wipes, dabbing away the cum and slick smeared across your inner thighs, between your ass cheeks, over your swollen mound. He was thorough, gentle thumbs parting your puffy lips just enough to clean the creamy mess still oozing from your gaping hole, wiping slow circles around your clit until you whimpered and twitched.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing your forehead while he worked. “Gotta get you all clean… can’t have you drippin’ all over the place when your dad walks in.”
When you were as clean as he could get you, skin still flushed and sensitive, pussy still puffy and tender, he carried you back to the bed. He stripped the worst of the soaked sheets (bundling them into a ball to deal with later), flipped the comforter over the damp spot, and tucked you in slowly, pulling the soft blanket up to your chin, smoothing it over your trembling body like you were something precious.
He knelt beside the bed for a long minute, just watching you, then leaned down and pressed a final, lingering kiss to your swollen lips. Slow. Drooly. Tongue brushing yours one last time like he was memorizing the taste.
He pulled the rumpled sheet up over your body, tucking it around your shoulders gentle and careful, like you were something precious he didn’t want to break even though he’d just spent hours fucking you… making sure your shoulders were covered, your bare feet hidden under the blanket.
He smoothed a hand over your soft tummy, feeling the faint bloat still there from how full he’d left you and then leaned down to kiss your forehead too. Long, tender press of scarred lips.
“My good girl,” he whispered against your mouth, forehead resting against yours. “Took me so fuckin’ well… let me ruin you so pretty… now sleep, yeah? I’ll handle the rest. You just stay tucked in and dream about how full I made you.”
He kissed your forehead again, soft and possessive, then stood.
You watched through heavy lids as he pulled on his sweatpants (still stained, still smelling like sex), grabbed the bundled sheets, and slipped out the door quiet as a shadow.
The room smelled like him.
Like cum and sweat and summer heat.
Your pussy still ached, emptier… now but throbbing with the memory of how thick he’d been, how deep, how much he’d filled you.
You curled tighter under the blanket, legs pressing together to keep the lingering warmth inside and drifted.
cw: explicit, creampie, perv!choso listening to u get railed.
Cho is such a fucking perv. He’s pressed against the thin dorm wall like a fucking addict, one hand shoved down his sweatpants, the other braced flat against the cold plaster. The wall is so thin he can hear everything.
Because next door the wet squelch of your pussy echoing through the wall like it’s happening right in front of him. He can picture it so clearly it hurts. You on all fours, back arched, ass up while Toji grips your hips. “Fuck—Toji—right there—ahh—”
Choso’s cock twitches hard in his fist the second he hears you moan Fushiguro’s name again. His grip tightens, thumb smearing the steady leak of precum over the flushed head as he strokes faster, shame burning in his chest.
He knows he should stop. He knows this is pathetic. But he can’t. Not when he can hear your pretty little moans and whimpers from his room next door. “Shit… shit—” he whispers to himself, voice trembling.
He shouldn’t be getting off to this. He really, really shouldn’t.
But Toji’s next thrust must hit deep because your moan is exactly the way it used to when Choso first fucked you. Except this one is louder. “Oh! F-fuck—h-harder, p-please. Hnngh f-feels s-so good!” You whimpered as Choso strokes faster, his breaths turn into soft pants.
Toji bullys his cock faster into your wet cunt. “Yeah? You like that, baby? Taking my cock like a good girl—listen to how wet you are for me.”
Choso whimpers as his hips jerk forward into his own hand like he’s the one buried inside you, thick cock throbbing painfully as he pictures it: pussy wet and swollen, Toji’s hips snapping against your ass. Another moan from you, “Ji—nghh—harder—”
Choso’s eyes roll back as knees buckle a little and he has to lean more of his weight against the wall. His strokes turn sloppy, frantic and the wet schlick of his fist barely audible under the obscene sounds from next door.
He can hear the exact moment Toji changes angle—your gasp pitches up into a desperate cry, the bedframe banging harder against the shared wall. “Hnngh—fuck—yes—!” You moan so prettily it makes Choso’s balls draw up tight.
He’s leaking so much it’s dripping down his knuckles now, cock flushed dark and ready to come. Every time you moan for Toji, Choso’s hips twitch like he’s trying to fuck the wall, chasing the same rhythm.
He cums with a strangled, embarrassingly loud whine, thick ropes spilling over his fist and onto his stomach in messy pulses. His hips keep twitching, hand still working himself.
Through the wall he hears Toji groan satisfied, followed by your soft, fucked-out laugh and the wet sound of a lazy kiss. Choso stays slumped against the wall, chest heaving, cum cooling on his hand and the paint, face burning with humiliation and leftover pleasure. His spent cock gives one last weak twitch in his messy palm.
He’s such a fucking perv… and he already knows he’ll be right back here tomorrow night when Toji fucks you again.
you whine, voice all high and wobbly, dragging yourself out of your room to where kento lounges on the couch. several hours of him giving it to you real good made you fall asleep long enough to forget about the disturbing ache deep in your abdomen. until you woke up with a puddle of slick between your tights, that is.
“it’s so baaad… my ears are burning and my tail won’t twitching! make it better pleeease?”
nanami sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, but there’s a fond little smile tugging at his lips. no matter how exhausted he is, it’s hard not to be endeared by you.
“sweetheart, i’ve tried everything i can,” he says gently, dropping his hand to stroke one of your velvety ears when you collapse onto the couch with your head in his lap. you lean into his hand automatically with a happy little sound, but he doesn’t miss the micro twitches of your hips. “you need… well, you need more than i can give right now. a proper knot.”
your eyes go wide, sitting up and ears standing straight. “a… a knot? like, a real one? but—”
“i know.” he kisses your forehead, all soft and reassuring. “that’s why i called the neighbor.”
you blink.
“neighbor…?”
right on cue, the doorbell rings.
nanami stands to open the door, with you trailing behind curiously, and in walks shiu kong, looking smug as ever with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he puts it out the second he steps inside, because nanami gives him a firm look.
and behind him—oh gosh—looms toji. big, broad-shouldered dog hybrid with messy black hair, sharp green eyes with ears to match, and a tail that’s already wagging slow and lazy like he knows exactly why he’s here.
his ears twitch at the scent of your heat the moment he steps in, and a low, rumbling chuckle leaves his chest.
mister kong, that’s how you address him, unfortunately doesn’t stay very long. just after exchanging greetings with nanami, he turns to toji with an incredulous “be nice”, and is soon gone.
“well well,” toji drawls, voice deep and gravelly. “look at the cute little bunny all worked up. smells like you need a big bad dog to fix that ache, huh?”
you squeak and hide your burning face against nanami’s back, tail fluffing up huge. it seems you’re trying to whisper, but the shake your voice isn’t lost on either of them, “k-ken… he’s so… so big…”
but he only reaches back to squeeze your hand, trying (and failing) not to look amused. “toji’s here to help, sweetheart. only if you want him.”
you peek out, ears flopping sideways again. “you’ve got a… a knot, right?”
toji grins, sharp. “oh i’ve got one, bunny. thick enough to keep all that mess right where it belongs.”
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and you soon realize he wasn’t kidding. at all.
“fuuuuck, look atcha,” toji laughs low and mean, big hands clamped around your squishy hips, lifting you up and slamming you back down so hard your ears flop wildly. “such a needy little bunny slut. creamin’ all over my dick again already? that’s the third time, ain’t it?”
even if you kept track of it, you can only squeak and drool by now, head lolling against his broad chest, having given up on trying to stay upright as he bounces you, your soft bunny ears brushing his stubbled jaw. “t-tojiii… s-so biiig… hnnngh—!”
he’s been pounding you for what feels like forever, relentless and as cocky as you’d thought he may be, making you gush and squirt and cream until your thighs are shiny and trembling. every time you start to tip over the edge he grins wider and slows down just enough to drag it out, teasing you mercilessly.
“aww, what’s wrong, cottontail?” he coos, voice dripping with fake sympathy while he holds you down firmly on his fat cock, grinding your swollen little cllit against the scratchy hairs on his pelvis. “can’t handle a real hybrid knot, huh? your fancy owner had to call in the dog next door ‘cause he can’t stuff you the way you need to be, isn’t that right?”
you whimper pathetically, little hands clutching at his broad scarred shoulders, fluffy tail puffing up as another orgasm rips through you. “nngh! toji—tojiii—‘s toooo much, ‘m gonna—!”
“hm? ‘s ok, make a mess,” he growls, bouncing you faster, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick of your soaked cunt filling the room. “keep that cute cunt gushin’ f’me. your owner’s being real polite but i bet he can’t stand that i’m ruinin’ his precious pet.”
from the corner of the room, nanami sits with clenched jaw, glasses slightly askew, watching with dark eyes as you fall apart on toji’s cock. sure, he’d asked shiu for help when your heat spiked again, but he hadn’t expected toji to be quite this… enthusiastic. good thing he was here to make sure the dog doesn’t take a literal bite out of you.
toji suddenly lifts you almost all the way off, just the fat head of his cock stretching your puffy entrance, and you cry out in protest, ears pinning back.
“n-nooo—put it baaack—please please please—!”
“beg nicer, bunny,” he teases, giving you just the tiniest shallow thrusts as he glances over at nanami with something between a grin and a snarl. “tell me how bad you need this fat dog cock. c’mon, show your dear nanamin how much better it feels than his polite little human dick.”
your brain is all fuzzy and melty, heat making everything hazy and desperate. “n-need it— need toji’s cock—need the knoooot, p-please.. so emptyyy—!”
he laughs, dark and seemingly satisfied, and yanks you back down, bottoming out so deep you see stars for a moment. your fluffy tail spasms, legs kicking uselessly as you cream around him again, slick gushing everywhere.
but toji isn’t done playing yet. with a low chuckle he suddenly flips you over onto your tummy, ignoring your surprised yelp as his unfairly strong hands manhandle your hips up so your cute ass is high in the air and your chest is pressed into the messy sheets.
your ears flop forward, cheek squished against the bed as he mounts you from behind like the big dog he is.
“there we go, cottontail… ass up, just like a proper breeding bunny,” he purrs, voice all rough and hungry. he spreads your shaky thighs wider with his knees, his hands groping your cheeks and holding them apart. the sight of your tail twitching erratically makes him huff out a chuckle, and he leans forward to spit a glob of saliva right under it, watching it dribble down to mix with the overflowing juices of your heat.
he rubs it allll in for good measure, his palm covering your whole cunt with ease even as you try to jolt away. after a few deceptively reassuring pats , he pulls his hand away and soon enough he slides back in with one heavy thrust, the new angle punching even deeper. your tail thumps wildly against his abs as he starts rutting into you hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin, his firm thighs hitting the back of your softer ones, echoing louder than before.
“tojiii— too deeeep!” you squeal, little paws scrambling at the sheets, ears twitching every time his fat cock kisses that spongy spot inside you over and over, slick drooling down your thighs helplessly.
he leans over you, one hand fisting around your bunny ears to keep your head tilted back, the other gripping your soft hip so tight you know you’ll have little bruises shaped like his fingers tomorrow.
“i know, bunny girl, but ya feel it real good right? this is how a real hybrid breeds. gonna fuck you so stupid like this, till ya can’t even remember your owner’s name.”
you can only babble and moan, drooling onto the sheets, eyes glassy as another orgasm crashes through you. “mmmngh— c-cummin’!”
“good girl,” he growls, hips never slowing, pounding you so deep your belly feels full with every thrust. he keeps you pinned there, ass jiggling with every impact, your tail thumping helplessly against him while nanami watches the show.
finally, toji snarls and yanks your hips back one last time, forcing you down onto his cock as deep as you can take. his knot swells—thick and perfect—popping past your entrance slowly and locking deep inside with a wet schlurp. the sudden stretch and pressure against that aching spot makes you wail, cumming so hard your vision whites out.
“thaaat’s it,” he groans, somehow managing to turn you to him so he can lay back with you wrapped in his arms, holding you flush against him while his knot pulses and pumps your womb full. “take every drop, dumb little bunny. grind on it—yeah, just like that.”
you’re completely gone—nothing but a soft, drooling, cockdrunk puddle. your fluffy tail twitches weakly as you mindlessly rock your hips against his swollen knot, tiny whimpers and “more… more… so full…” spilling from your lips. your ears flop over his chest, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks.
toji smirks, one big hand petting your sweaty bunny ears while the other keeps your hips pressed tight so you can’t pull off even if you wanted to.
“look at that,” he chuckles, glancing over at a very quiet nanami. “turned his sweet little rabbit into a brainless knotslut in one go. real cute.”
you just nuzzle closer, grinding slow and dreamy against the thick knot stretching you so perfectly, so dumb and happy and finally full.
“g-good… doggy…” you mumble, voice all floaty and slurred, tail giving one last happy little thump.
Comic by @baobei-bu TYSM FOR LETTING ME WRITE THIS!! 3.5k
⚠️: Perv!Satoru x Sorcerer!Reader, Hentai Logic, Porn w Minimal Plot, Smut, Filthy use of Jujutsu, CNC (It’s Tentacles), MeanDom!Satoru, Outfit like Shoko’s Sorcerer Uniform, P in V, Oral (M!receiving), Anal, Marathon + Rough Sex, Creampie, Morally Grey, Manipulation, Tummy Bulge, Size Kink, Dacryphilia, Needy Satoru, Degradation, Praise, Baby-trapping, Double & Triple Penetration, FILTHHHHH, Rushed Ending (Ran Out of Ideas) NOT PROOFREAD
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Satoru’s so cute & twisted ! I hope you enjoy my ovu fic :D
Satoru’s been begging you to take a stroll with him for hours. He says he just wants to spend time with you, his bestest friend, but you know he has something up his sleeve. It’s written in the knowing grin that adorns his perfect face.
“Please, angel! Just for THIRTY minutes. It’s breezy out, and I can hold you close to keep you warm! We can’t waste this perfectly good weather!” He pouts.
You ignore him even as he hugs you from behind, pecking at your neck and down to your collar. He tugs on the small skirt of your uniform, now nipping on your skin. You swat him away and take a step forward. Then, you cross your arms, turning to raise your eyebrow at the overgrown manchild.
“Are you a dog or a man, Satoru?” You mock.
He smirks. “Anything you want me to be, baby.” Satoru flashes you his pretty pearly whites followed by a condescending—perhaps a bit playful, wink.
You roll your eyes, think it over, and finally sigh.
“Ten minutes.” You glare. “That’s all you get.”
The white-haired man grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and drags you to a car that’s been parked upfront since Satoru started talking. “I thought we were going to walk?”
“We are, but I know a spot, and Ijichi’s going to take us there.” He giggles like a kid with a menacingly stupid plan.
Looking back, it made you a little bit suspicious—Satoru giggling and all that crap. However, it also made you reeeeeeeaaal curious.
On the way to the “spot,” you let Satoru trail his restless fingers on your body. He kept poking, squeezing, and pulling on your flesh like a working adult playing with a stress toy. You tell him off and swat his hands away when he does too much, but the bastard only pouts and leaves a peck on the reddened skin and continues with his ministrations.
You’re well aware that it’s been over ten minutes, but you don’t mind. Instead, you curl up next to Satoru, sleeping soundly against his side.
Now that he can’t annoy you, he turns his attention over to Ijichi, making sure not to move too much as to not disturb your rest.
“Ijichi-kun! She’s so pretty, no?”
In his mind, he panics. Was this a mind game or a real question? The poor boy responds with a very awkward smile. “Very pretty, Gojo-san!” He says with pure honesty.
Ijichi stops abruptly, and Satoru catches you before you fall. You wake up because of the sudden movement, annoyance written all over your face.
“What’s going on?” You ask, yawning softly. An of course, before answering, Satoru fawns over your pretty face, giving the apple of your cheek a soft kiss.
For the nth time today, he smiles. “We’re here!”
Looking out the window, you’re met with a foggy forest in, seemingly, the middle of nowhere. “Where exactly is ‘here’?”
He shrugs. “Not important, let’s go!” The door of the ridiculously expensive car flings open, and everything happens too fast.
“Satoru!” You yelp as he tugs you out, waving goodbye to Ijichi as he pulls you into the creepy woods.
This is where he wants to walk? Not even a park or a flowery meadow? What the hell is Satoru up to?
Leaves crunch beneath your shoes as thick fog blocks your vision. It’s chilly, which raises the goosebumps on your skin. Of course, Satoru notices.
“You okay, pretty? Sense somethin’?”
“N—No… do you?” You ask, confused. Were you supposed to be sensing a curse? Is this supposed to be a mission?
“Yes, I do.” My raging boner. He snickers to himself. “But you have to give it a try, pretty.”
Your senses seem both heightened and nullified at the same time. It’s a weird mix, and you don’t know what to do. On one hand, you’re compelled to run; on the other, you know that Satoru would save you no matter what. Do you just let things happen or do you blast the fuck out of here?
You choose the former, staying close to the tall man as you tremble in the air that still feels wintry. Your breath puffs out in white, which makes Satoru smile. He hugs you close to his side, seeing you trembling tugs at his heartstrings. He holds your hand, giving you a comforting smile as you look up at him. “Why’re we here, ‘Toru…?” You question. “Tell me the truth.”
“But who said I was lying? What if I just wanted to—”
“Satoru!”
He sighs. “Fine, fine…” He pouts. “You’re such a killjoy, pretty.”
You only glare.
“I have a mission here ‘is all…”
The fog makes you feel hazy, weird, and heavy. “Then why’d you want me to come? You’re more than capable of handling a mission yourself.” You ask, barely keeping yourself upright.
“Because I want you to cu—” Before Satoru could finish, the ground opens up to reveal a cave of amethyst-like tentacles. It grabs his leg but leaves yours. Soon enough, he is nowhere to be found on the surface.
“Satoru!” You yell, this time, more concerned than anything. First, you try and survive, sobering up from the heavy clouds you’re sure is infested. You run away from the long slimy suckers that chased after your form as fast as you can. “Ijichi! Call for help!” You shout, hoping the bespectacled gentleman could hear.
You round the crater made by the curse and try to reach for Satoru, but you couldn’t see him nor was he making any noise. Suddenly, another hole erupts from underneath the pile of leaves, and you push yourself back. Unfortunately for you, the curse easily caught on despite your mid-air curve.
Purple tentacles immediately claim its stake on your lips, arms, stomach, and legs. From a distance, you hear Satoru yell. “Help!” Panic shoots up your chest. You immediately squirm, trying to release yourself from the suctioned trap to no avail.
“Satoru!” You squeal, muffled because of the stupidly large appendage on your mouth.
“Help!”
The tentacles loosen and you fall through the cracks. A high-pitched scream escapes your mouth as you’re dropped. You try to use your technique, but the purple slime left on your hands made you feel a little bit funny.
You’re caught by the purple limbs before hitting anything else. Now, facing below you, you’re met with a smiling Satoru, who seems to be enjoying and not at all in grueling pain.
“Finally, baby. I was worried you’d never make your way here.” He says as the tentacles fold your calves to your thighs, spreading your legs wide.
“Why the hell were you screaming for help?!” You huff.
“Help me undress.” He grins.
“You’re insufferable.” You scoff.
“And you’re tied up… like a rope bunny.”
Your eyes widen. “Excuse you?!”
“What? I’m just calling it as it is!” He laughs.
You thrash around, depleting your much needed energy. “I’m going to bite your dick off Satoru Gojo!”
That same lazy smirk sits on his face without a care in the world about what you do or say. “Please do, baby.”
“What is wrong with you?!”
He shrugs. “You.” He teases. “But anywaysssss, I have a joke, baby girl.”
“A joke?” You sigh, knowing you literally have nothing else to do but wait for Ijichi to realize that you’re both not coming back to campus unless he sends help. “What the fuck is a joke going to—”
Satoru ignores your perfectly acceptable query. “How many tickles can you give a tentacle curse before it lets go?” He interjects.
You only look at him annoyed and confused.
His smile doesn’t falter. “Ten-tickles!” He laughs.
“Funny.” You deadpan.
“Of course it is, angel. Your beautiful, tall, and handsome ‘best friend’ said it!”
You roll your eyes. “What’s with the air quotes, loser?”
“‘Cause we’re more like soulmates really—cosmically attached. ESPECIALLY when my dick is inside you. Any hole works, really.”
Again, you roll your eyes as he used one of his long pale fingers to poke and tease the tentacles surrounding him. “But anyways, watch.” Slowly, the suckers unwrap his arms. “It relaxes the curse, y’know?” He lectures.
He does the same for his legs, fully freeing his large form. Then, his eyes shift to your face. “Hey, angel.” He says like you aren’t dangling on top of him like bait.
Your cheeks heat up as you feel something poking and prodding horrifically close to your aching dripping cunt. “Help me, Satoru…” You whimper as the tentacle wraps around the entirety of your thigh, slithering up as it plays with your pussy through the soft fabric of your stockings and panties.
The tip of the girthy limb twists on the damp spot of the cloth, and you let out a soft moan while trying to keep your gaze away from Satoru. However, like an absolute dick, he takes two fingers and lifts your chin, thumb rubbing condescendingly on your pretty skin. “No, baby. Keep your eyes on me, m’kay?”
“But…” You whine, feeling the growing pulse between your legs quicken and strengthen. “Sa-hah—Satoru…”
The man tuts, gently pecking your parted lips. “You’re so cute!” He chides.
“Please, ‘Toru…”
“Please what, pretty?”
“Please help me… hah—”
How the hell is he able to walk on those slimy restless suckers?! And how the fucking hell does he know its weaknesses?
Satoru looks down at you like a brilliant idea just popped up in his mind—eyes widening and body jutting like an emoticon. He smirks, and you immediately notice his bulge that’s a mere inch away from your face, such a vulgar scene, really.
“What are you doing, ‘Toru?” You ask shyly as he starts to palm his pre-dripping cock through the fabric of his uniform.
He groans, obviously worked up. “You know exactly what I’m doing, baby. Don’t act stupid, you aren’t on my dick yet.” His hand falls to the silver buckle of belt, loosening his pants in one click.
“Satoru!” You shriek.
The tentacle, still hasn’t stopped twisting against your heart, but at least it’s not your clit, right?
Well… now it is.
“Tell me what’s wrong, angel. I’ll fix it for ya.” Purple limbs now twist around your own, circling your appendages like they’re jacking your whole body off.
Pornographic moans echoes through the never ending chambers of the domain. You can’t even speak—pleasure and anxiety mixing to render you completely speechless. “I—jus… hah! Wanna… mmfhmeee! Fuck.”
“Mm, fucking doesn’t sound wrong, pretty.” He laughs, crouching down again to meet your eyes. “D’ya wanna fuck? I’m sure you’ll have fun.”
You whimper, watching his aura shift. The playful Satoru is nowhere to be seen. Now, you’re stuck in this cursed sex fantasy with your best friend (sometimes friends with benefits) and colleague turned sex-crazed pervert, Satoru Gojo! And fortunately unfortunately for you, he wants to do more with you right now than just exorcising this curse.
Finally, you spit out the words he’s been dying for. “Fuck! Please fuck me, Satoruuu!” You squeal, and he smiles.
“Hmm.. but I think I should use your mouth-pussy first, no? Fill your stomach up with my cum then your slutty cunt.” You look horrified as he speaks (horrified that he’s not going to insert his dick in your aching hole already). “You looked so disappointed, pretty. Maybe I’ll fuck you in the ass first before your pretty little pussy, no?“ He smirks.
He then points at your mouth mockingly. “First here.” Now, he points at your ass hole. “Then here.” Slowly, his fingers trace over your skin, playing with the folds of your dripping cunny through the soaked fabric that gives waaaaay too much away. With brute strength, he tears the stockings and hooks a finger under the pad of your panties to tug it to the side, exposing the puffy labia to the warm feel of his rough fingers. “Lastly, here. That’s one round each and three rounds total! ‘Think ya can handle that, baby?” He says like this is supposed to be a fair deal set in an office.
You shake your head all scared and pouty.
“Huh? Use your words, pretty girl. I can’t understand stupid mumblings from bimbos.” He says, snide as if he isn’t talking to you.
“I can’t, ‘Toru!”
“Aww, that’s no way to speak of your abilities, pretty…” He nudges the tentacles like he did before, freeing you from their hold. You land on the floor, if you can even call it that, with a soft thud, but the limb that keeps playing with your folds still won’t let up.
Satoru just stands, waiting for you to act first. You know what he wants, and he knows that you know it.
Tentacles from underneath wrap around your arms and legs again. This time, it doesn’t lift you up. You’re in a sitting position with a shaft underneath you and your face on par with Satoru’s hard on.
His hands are above his hips, waiting.
“C’mon, baby. Y’know ya want to.” He smirks.
You’re annoyed, but he’s not wrong. You want him to fuck you stupid.
“But what if we get caught?” You mumble.
“We won’t.” He says.
“How are you so sure?”
He crouches down to be at your eye level, one knee on the ground. “Because I planned this.” Again, he smirks. “I was here last week, about to exorcise this ‘sex fantasy’ curse, as the higher ups put it, but I wanted to try it out with you.”
“You’re such a pervert.” You huff.
He grabs you away from the horrendous appendages, and lays down, the suckers making a bed with an elevated head rest for him, this fucking jerk.
“If you had to look at someone as pretty as yourself 24/7 while she pounces on you every time she can, you’d do this too. It’s just a taste of your own medicine, sweetheart.”
“No, it’s not….” You pout, adjusting yourself on his abdomen. “I just like your warmth, pervert.”
“Oh? So you like this pervert’s warmth? Then, by the transitive property, you, too, are a pervert!”
“That’s not how that works.” You huff. “Stupid.”
Stupid, huh? He’ll show you stupid.
“Hm, well then.” He pushes you down, letting the tentacles latch back onto your skin as you slide down his body while purple suckers help him strip his pants off along with his dark boxers.
Now, his hard cock is right in front of you, waiting to be met by the warmth of your pretty mouth. “Suck.” He orders, and you follow. First came a fee kitten licks that already left the needy Satoru gasping for air. He may talk a big talk, but one touch from you and he’s toast.
Long pale fingers tangle in your hair, but he doesn’t push. “Fuck yeah—hah! You’re so good, pretty girl…” He says while you bob your head up and down his length.
As you’re preoccupied with Satoru’s girth, the curse rips your uniform right off, leaving your whole body drenched in the sticky purple fluid that seemed to negate your abilities.
You’re too pretty for him. It’s a wonder how you think he’s still pretty after seeing all his scars. Maybe if he gained more, you’d stop having sex with him for good. To keep himself from prematurely ejaculating, he thinks about who you’d choose if not him. Perhaps Kento Nanami, no? Tall, blond, jacked, kind, and kind of a pleaser—he’s probably your type. Or maybe you’d fully rebel and join Ryomen Sukuna and become his queen. You’d love that, right? A lavish life with blood shed just for your deepest darkest desires.
Unfortunately for him, those thoughts only serve to quicken his orgasm. Jesus, was he a fucking cuck?!
The white-haired nuisance keeps whispering your name like a prayer between hot breaths. He’s too far gone to even think of telling you that he’s about to cum. You’re just surprised when he finally pushes your head down, forcing you to swallow his salty seed. He doesn’t keep you down for long, he’s not a monster. Almost immediately, he lets up, throwing his head back as he pants, spurts of thick white cum still erupting from the slit of his mushroom tip.
It takes him a little longer than usual to catch his breath, so you get worried. “Are you okay, ‘Toru..?” You say in such a shy tone that the blood in his head rushes down to his dick once again. His shaft stands tall and proud, ready for the next hole Satoru decides to shove it in.
“Sorry… you jus’ felt so good, baby.”
Your cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, and it makes Satoru smile. “You’re filthy, ‘Toru…”
“Don’cha like that?”
“Not when we’re in public… or underground…”
“Why? Isn’t that the exciting part. I bet even your ass is leaking.” He laughs. Then, you yelp as the tentacles turn you around, spreading your legs and pointing your lower half towards the ceiling of barely visible amethyst limbs, successfully setting the ever so elegant pose—face down, ass up.
“No way…” You mumble. Was he really going to do this here? You seriously doubt this impatient slut put up a curtain. Surely, a random person could fall in at any time.
Satoru’s eyes feast on your dripping cunt and soaked ass hole. It’s most likely from your slick traveling all over your skin. Your juices make your folds glisten as if bathed in only the finest glitter. He smiles at the thought. After this, he’d have to bathe you in pure gold before you’d even think of forgiving him. He knows you’ll hold a grudge. Who wouldn’t?
He gets on his knees, aligning himself with your backdoor. Before going in, he removes his shirt, huffing about how hot it is.
“Ready, pretty?”
You nod, dreading the stretch, but you don’t feel the stinging pain. You shriek as he starts to move in and out, only to have your mouth defiled by the horrible tentacles that weirdly tasted like Satoru’s favorite perfume. Hm… maybe it wasn’t that bad.
Satoru and the curse move at confusing paces. It’s weird, it’s scary—it’s exciting.
Plap, plap, plap, plap !
Dirty squelching, whiny moans, and cute sniffles. That was all you could hear for an hour straight. Satoru’s switched positions, ejaculated inside you, and used up all of your sorry holes.
After he came and used your ass, Satoru laid you on your back and gave you the creampie you’ve been waiting for. His thrusts went deep and hard like he wanted to put a baby deep inside of you, and maybe that was the plan.
His words echo like broken promises in your mind. “You won’t leave me, yeah?” He rasped. “This pussy’s fuckin’ mine, right, baby?”
“Say yes, say yes for me, pretty girl…” He cooed. Fuck, just thinking about it got you wet again, and he could absolutely feel it. Your pussy clenched around him, and to no one’s surprise, he came more.
You thought, for sure, his balls would have already been emptied, but no. Satoru always has his cum ready for you! All for his sweet best friend, who he’s always kept at arms’ reach.
He doesn’t want you to leave like Suguru did, so maybe his dick will make you stay, no?
As he fucks the last of his seed into your womb, he plops onto the pile of purple limbs, tired. You fall onto his bare chest, spent.
“‘Toru…” You murmur.
“Yes, baby?”
“Is this really happening?” You ask as the darkness the surrounds you starts to dissolve.
You see a smirk creep up his face, and it makes your stomach whirl. Somehow, the two of you are back on the surface with clothes underwear and clothes on like nothing ever happened.
“I told you it was a sex fantasy curse, didn’t I?” He smiles as he stands, helping your wobbly legs stand up straight.
You lean on his chest to steady yourself, letting the large man intertwine his fingers with yours. “Aren’t you supposed to exorcise it?”
“Nah, it’s much more fun playing with it. Plus, it harms no one.” He shrugs. “We’ll just enjoy our little hookups a bit more than before.” He winks.
“We’re never doing that again.”
“Riiiiiight, sure. So you’re saying if I slide your panties to the side right now, your pussy’d be completely dry?”
“Well no—”
He places a finger on your mouth. “Yup, that’s all I needed to hear.” He says as he picks you up and peppers your face with a thousand kisses.
You giggle and he nuzzles his head onto your neck. Really? You’re this sweet with the guy who JUST rearranged your guts? Seriously?
“Though, I am really sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to hurt you, y’know that, right? Jus’ wanted us to have some fun, and you did have fun, yeah?”
Your cheeks heat up when you nod. What an embarrassing thing to admit!
He raises his hand and waves at Ijichi, calling the man, who has no idea about the absolute filth that had just happened, over. “I’ll take you back to the penthouse, pretty.” He kisses your cheek then your neck. “I’ll show you how sorry I am, okay?”
You nod almost immediately as if this whole act was an excusable offense. Wow, ‘guess you’re both just fucking freaks.
Didn’t you want a baby? Your boyfriend can help! (MDNI 18+)
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"mngh- ji..!" The desperate moan tumbles from your lips, raw and needy, as Toji's thick cock plunges into your drenched pussy, splitting you open with every merciless thrust.
You're splayed out on the bed like an offering, wrists pinned above your head in one of his massive hands, your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, your body folded in half like he's determined to bury himself as deep as humanly possible. His scarred hands grip your thighs bruisingly, holding you open and exposed, and every brutal thrust sends jolts of pleasure-pain ripping through your core.
"Fuck, that's it, mama.” Toji growls, his voice rough and low, dark eyes locked on where you're joined—watching his thick length disappear into your dripping folds over and over.
He's relentless, hips snapping with a punishing rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Megumi's napping soundly in his room, the almost-three-year-old finally giving you these precious, uninterrupted moments, but right now, all that matters is the overwhelming stretch of Toji's girth claiming you completely.
You'd mentioned it once, offhand during dinner the other night—something sweet about how adorable it would be to have a little one of your own, picturing tiny feet pattering around the house with megumi.
You hadn't pushed, hadn't begged—it was just a passing thought, born from that deep-seated ache of baby fever. But Toji?
He hadn't let it go.
His dark eyes had flickered with something possessive, intense, and now here you were, paying for that casual whisper with your body folded beneath him, his hips snapping forward like he was on a mission to etch his seed into your very soul.
"Keep moanin' like that, doll..” he snarls, voice gravelly and edged with hunger, his free hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip to hold you steady as he grinds deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every stroke. “You want a baby, mama? Gonna give you one. Fuck you full 'til it takes."
He's watching you intently, scarred face twisted in concentration, sweat dripping from his brow onto your heaving breasts. Your nipples pebble under the cool air, begging for touch, and he obliges roughly—leaning down to latch onto one, sucking hard enough to make you yelp, teeth scraping as his tongue flicks the peak.
Your walls flutter around him, squeezing his pulsing length like a vice, and you can't hold back the sobs of pleasure as he angles his hips just right, hammering that spongy spot inside you. "Toji—ahh, fuck, it's too much!"
He releases your nipple with a pop, trailing bites up your neck as he murmurs hot against your ear. "Didn't think I'd forget, did ya? You want my kid? You're gettin' it, mama. Gonna pump this tight pussy so full of cum, you'll be leakin' it for days."
His fingers—rough and calloused—slip between your thighs, finding your throbbing clit and pinching it lightly before rubbing in firm, fast circles. The added friction shatters you, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm rips through, pussy convulsing wildly around him, gushing slick down his shaft.
"Shit—yeah, that's it, cream all over my cock.”
Toji groans, his rhythm faltering for a split second before he doubles down, fucking you through the waves with short, punishing thrusts. He's close now, you can feel it in the way he swells inside you, veins throbbing against your sensitive walls.
“Take it, mama. Every fuckin' drop—gonna knock you up, make you mine forever." With a guttural curse, he buries himself to the hilt and erupts, hot spurts of cum flooding your womb, thick and endless as he rocks his hips to push it deeper.
You whimper, overstimulated and boneless, as he stays lodged inside, plugging you full to let it take hold. His hand strokes your belly possessively, a smirk curling his lips. "Say it again—tell me you want my baby, mama.”
You can only nod, already knowing he won't stop until it takes.
mdni Little Red x Werewolf!Toji
18+ OFFICAL MASTER & TAG LIST
🍓"Little Red in Werewolf Toji's Bed"
━ Picking berries and you end up in Toji's cabin and bed.
🍓“Berry-Sweet Tease"
━ Using said berries to tease him. │cw. somnophilia │
🍓"It's the full moon, you know what that means"
━ Full moon's coming up, he tells you to leave but you end up back in his bed anyway.
🍓"Making sure you always smell like him"
━ His wolfie claim on you │cw. rough sex │
🍓Domestic Life With Werewolf!Toji & Part two
━ Cuddling him & Pulling his Tail
🍓Berry Picking with Werewolf!Toji
━ berry picking turning into sex in da woods │cw. outdoor sex │
🍓Mornings & Slow Shower sex
━ slow mornings with the big bad wolf
🍓Brat Tamer! & Part Two
━ y/n gives him attitude and disobeys him & the aftermath
🍓Angst Drabble One!
━ how he handles you being independent without him
🍓Angst Drabble Two!
━ he lowk has abandonment issues
🍓"The Smutty Little Secret"
━ caught reading a smut novel and hiding it from him
🍓"His Weight On You" ━ Fluff Drabble
━ He's just so damn big and cuddly
🍓"Messy when He Eat's" ━ Fluff Drabble
━ no table manners fr
🍓The first time you gave him a Blow-job
━ as the title says
🍓"his new bad habit"
━ first time sniffing your panties~
🍓Toji dealing with you while Ovulating
━ helping y/n through ovulation~
🍓Werewolf!Toji x Little Red x Werewolf!Shiu
━ THREESOME WITH WEREWOLF!SHIU
🍓"useful little helper"
━ not much "help" when he needs it
🍓Laundry Activities
━ laundry and pussy
🍓"Granny's coupons for sex toys"
━ as the title says
🍓His tail teasin'
━ his tail has a mind of its own when it comes to you
🍓"His Little Fox"
━ he makes you his little fox, ears and a tail! to match
found footage of satoru's student years... recorded on the camcorder that he carried around everywhere.
warnings : heavy angst, fluff, implied death, not proofread
[ the first footage is one minute long. there's two blue eyes widening comedically on the screen. the resolution is low and the audio is tinny. ]
"Ooo it works... well hellooooooo there... i'm... GOJO!! SATORU!! and this is... suguuuuruu getooooo... oh look at that walk, you're such a model."
[ the camera is on suguru, who's walking with bad posture. he doesn't like the camera. ]
[ he has his old hairstyle; this was recorded before his hair was long enough to be in the bun style. he hides his face from the camera. ]
"... aw, he's a model that doesn't like cameras. anyways... this is the beautiful... STUNNING... hot... talented... playing-hard-to-get... (haha kidding)... y/n~"
[ the camera pans to you. you can hear the flirty tone in satoru's voice. ]
"... we are currently walking through the gates of hell..."
[ the camera pans to the school. the resolution clears for a second to show a blue sky with slowly drifting clouds. ]
"okay. we have arrived in hell; look there's satan himself—"
[ the camera pans to yaga. ]
[ the footage ends with yaga confiscating satoru's camera and scolding him. ]
[ a video starts off shaky. the camera is dropped on the train floor and suguru sighs. ]
"satoru...... did you just break it after having it for one day?"
[ satoru picks it up and gives a toothy smile to the screen. ]
"nah. she's all good. not even a scratch. ooh... suguru we look so hot. and look how hot y/n is... she's so scandalous — sittin' next to me on the train. this proximity's got me sweatin', baby... kidding kidding... don't gimme that look!"
[ suguru gives the middle finger to the camera and satoru's iconic laugh sounds beautiful even through the crap audio quality. ]
[ there's a 3 minute video that's half-corrupted of a party happening in your apartment... of just you, satoru, suguru and shoko. lykke li's "i follow rivers" is playing loudly, satoru is screaming the lyrics in broken english and suguru is recording you and him dancing like maniacs. shoko is offering her cigarette to the camera and blowing smoke into the lens. ]
[ there's a 25 second clip of satoru aggressively kissing you until you laugh. ]
[ there is a photo of satoru crouching to pet a cat. he's holding an umbrella. ]
[ there is corrupted footage of laughter and a flicker of the video shows a tiny pot on a stove with ramen cooking in it. ]
[ there's a photo of you, satoru, suguru and shoko. you and satoru are looking at each other like lovebirds. suguru is giving the finger to the camera. shoko is laughing with her eyes closed. ]
[ a long video of satoru waking up in a hotel bed. he looks like he just woke up. he blinks at the camera, bleary-eyed and cute with puffy lips and messy hair. ]
"goodmornin'."
[ his morning rasp is strong. ]
"i'm awake... but miss sleepy head and mister sleepy head are not, as you can see..."
[ he zooms in on your face. you're laid at his right, and suguru is laid at his left. ]
"here's the sleeping angel... and here's the sleeping dragon... anyways... WAKEY WAKEYYYYYYYYY!!! IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY!!!"
[ suguru's wakeful groan sounds groggy and disturbed by satoru's loud, piercing wake-up call. you scrunch your face as you wake up, seemingly out of a dream. ]
"satoru... what the hell is the matter with you..."
[ it's an ultra close-up shot of your nose as you mumble this. ]
"i was lonely being awake by myself, gosh. you're so mean!"
[ he experiences a voice crack. suguru gives a sleepy, murderous look at his best friend. ]
"satoru... i swear i'm gonna throw that camera into traffic one day."
[ suguru's mumbling into his pillow too softly to be taken seriously. ]
"wanna say that to the camera?"
[ suguru looks grouchy. ]
"i'll kill you."
"WOW... buddy, this is evidence if you ever do kill me... the police will find this footage... 'n put your FLAT ass in jail. aw... y/n fell back asleep look look... aw she's so fucking precious."
[ suguru and satoru admire you for a bit. there rest of the footage is corrupted. ]
[ footage of a breakfast in the same hotel. sunny side eggs are zoomed-in on. and there's only eggs. ]
"we're too broke to buy bacon, isn't that cool?"
[ satoru gets a nice view up his nose as he tilts the camera to himself. then he turns the camera to you, who's sleepily eating this miserable breakfast. ]
"... so we just have eggs to eat... heyyyy hot babe..."
[ satoru flirts with you and you roll your eyes in response, smiling and chewing on your egg, fork in one hand. ]
"wanna hear a joke?"
"mhm."
"if you ever broke up with me, what would you call me?"
"an idiot?"
"your eggs."
[ you groan and stop eating because his pun was so awful, but you've got a big smile on your face and satoru is laughing heartily. ]
[ the video ends with you and satoru leaning in for a big kiss and a sleepy suguru walking into the room, itching his tummy under his shirt. ]
[ there's a clip of you, satoru, suguru and shoko yelling happy new year and watching fireworks explode into blazing, brilliant colors. suguru winks at the camera as you hold it and you giggle flirtatiously back. there's clearly tension between you two that neither satoru nor shoko acknowledge in the moment, because the fireworks distract them. ]
[ there's footage of you, satoru and suguru kissing. it ends with satoru kissing the camera as a joke. ]
[ most of the footage is corrupted after this. in the next video, satoru seems a bit older. ]
[ there's footage of a solo satoru, who's been enlightened and and burdened with being the strongest. he's on a mission alone, keeping the camcorder on as he exorcises a curse. he trots over to the camera. he seems less enthusiastic compared to the other videos. ]
"aaand that's what the strongest looks like while he's at work."
[ satoru looks smug and goofy, but something is off. his features look worn and tired. ]
[ there is already that slightly disingenuous liveliness showing in his demeanor just in this small video; the version of satoru that his students would know as just normal gojo sensei. ]
[ his smile falters as he rambles about y/n and suguru. ]
"i'm gonna give y/n a big kiss when i get home. miss you, angel. haha... why am i talking to a camera all by myself... that's so sad. i'm gonna film myself gettin' that kiss at home, just to prove i'm not some lonely idiot. i have a hot fiancé..."
[ one of the last photos taken on this camera is dated; august 2009. it's of you and satoru sharing a big kiss... neither of you knew it at the time, but it was your last kiss. ]
[ the next piece of footage is from 2018. it's a 28 year old gojo, his features show his maturity and the weathering of all the years he's endured living without you and suguru.]
"i found this camera while cleaning up. if i look 'n sound funny it's 'cuz i've been crying haha......"
"...... i miss you two..... haha... i can't shove the camera in your faces like i used to, now can i?"
[ he awkwardly smiles at the camera but then his face trembles and contorts into an ugly-cry as if he just remembered every single memory of his youth. ]
[ the footage ends with a broken, barely audible "fuck..." falling from the teacher's lips as he starts to cry and drops the camera to the floor. the rest is corrupted footage... just heaving sobs of the man who has no more memories to record with suguru and y/n. ]
in which . . ethics professor nanami and law professor higuruma just can’t stay away from their cute star student.
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notes . . i wrote this instead of working on my anatomy & physiology presentation for tomorrow. first time writing a threesome >_<
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the semester had begun like any other, crisp air and fresh syllabi and the low hum of campus life settling back into its rhythm after winter break. you were in your third year now, double-majoring in pre-law and business ethics, which meant your schedule was neatly split between professor nanami’s ethics lectures on tuesdays and thursdays and professor higuruma’s constitutional law seminars on mondays and wednesdays.
both men had reputations that preceded them—nanami for his unflinching, almost surgical lectures on moral philosophy and corporate responsibility; higuruma for the way he could turn a dry case discussion into something electric and alive. you liked them both, in that uncomplicated student way. they noticed you when others didn’t. they remembered your name. they listened.
you never once suspected the depth of what simmered beneath their professional surfaces.
nanami’s classroom was on the third floor of the east wing, tall windows overlooking the quad, rows of tiered seats that always smelled faintly of old wood and dry-erase markers. he stood at the front that first tuesday in his usual tan suit, jacket unbuttoned, sleeves rolled once at the wrists to reveal the precise lines of muscle and tendon along his forearms. blond hair parted with military neatness, wire-rimmed glasses sitting on the sharp bridge of his nose and catching the light whenever he turned his head. his voice rolled out low and measured, each word chosen like a scalpel.
“ethics is not about feeling good,” he said that morning, pacing slowly between the projector and the first row. “it is about doing what is right even when every incentive points elsewhere. even when the consequences are… personally inconvenient.”
his eyes swept the room and landed on you—third row, center, notebook already open, pen poised. you were wearing a soft cream sweater that slipped off one shoulder and a pleated skirt that rode just high enough when you crossed your legs, in perfect view for him thanks to the way the aisles were tiered. it wasn’t even anything provocative. just you, sitting there with your chin in your hand, listening like the material mattered more than anything else in your world. nanami’s jaw flexed once, imperceptibly. he forced his gaze onward, but the image stayed; your lips parted slightly, the delicate column of your throat when you swallowed, the way your thighs pressed together casually under the desk.
he told himself it was admiration for a diligent student. nothing more.
after class you lingered, as you often did to clarify notes you were too shy to ask about with the whole class watching, and waited until the last stragglers had filed out before approaching his desk. your voice was soft, a little hesitant. “professor nanami? i was wondering if you had any recommended secondary sources for the trolley problem variations. the ones that involve personal relationships. my notes felt, um, incomplete.”
he looked up from the stack of papers he was straightening, hazel eyes steady behind his glasses. up close you could smell his cologne—something clean and expensive, sandalwood and citrus and warm skin. “of course,” he said, and the low timbre of it made something flutter low in your belly, though you chalked it up to nerves. he reached for a thick volume on his shelf, handed it to you. his fingers brushed yours in the exchange, warm and deliberate. neither of you pulled away immediately.
“take your time with it,” he added, voice quieter now that the room was empty. “and if you find yourself stuck, my office hours are wednesdays at four. no appointment necessary.”
you smiled up at him, bright and grateful, completely unaware of how his gaze tracked the way your sweater shifted when you hugged the book to your chest. “thank you. you’re always so helpful.”
he hummed, a small sound in the back of his throat. “it’s my job to make sure bright students like you don’t waste their potential.”
that night, alone in his apartment, nanami poured himself two fingers of whiskey and let the memory replay on loop. the brush of your fingers. the soft swell of your breasts against that sweater. the innocent way you’d said his name. his cock was already half-hard by the time he sat on the edge of his bed, palming himself through his slacks but refusing to actually touch himself. that just wouldn’t be right. still, he imagined bending you over his desk after hours, skirt flipped up, your voice cracking around his name. he was so close, teeth gritting and free hand fisting into his duvet, your name on the tip of his tongue. but he ultimately pulled his hand away from himself before he could cross that line.
it was not the last time.
higuruma’s classroom was smaller, more intimate, tucked in the law annex with heavy oak tables arranged in a u-shape so everyone could see each other during debates. he arrived five minutes late that monday, tie slightly askew, dark hair falling into his eyes as he dropped his battered leather satchel onto the chair. sleeves already rolled to the elbows, exposing those long, veined forearms that always drew quiet stares from half the class. he looked perpetually exhausted and perpetually unbothered by it, like the weight of the world sat on his shoulders and he simply refused to let it show.
“good morning,” he drawled, voice rough like he’d spent the weekend arguing with appellate judges in his sleep. “today we’re dissecting miranda v. arizona. again. because apparently half of you still think ‘you have the right to remain silent’ is a suggestion rather than a constitutional shield.”
his eyes found you immediately, seated at the end of the left arm of the u. you were in a soft lavender cardigan today, hair clipped back with a little barrette that matched your top in colour and made you look younger than your twenty-one years. you were already scribbling notes, tongue poking out the corner of your mouth in concentration. higuruma’s fingers tightened around his marker, distracted.
he cleared his throat and began the lecture.
you participated more than most, unexpectedly, even for yourself. when he posed a hypothetical about coerced confessions you raised your hand without hesitation, voice steady even though your cheeks just a tad more pigmented under his direct attention. “but professor, if the suspect is exhausted and isolated, doesn’t the power imbalance make any waiver inherently involuntary?”
“excellent question.” higuruma leaned back against the table, arms crossed, and gave you that small, crooked tilt of his head that made your stomach flip every single time. “care to expand for the rest of the class?”
you did, throat going dry as twenty pairs of eyes turned your way, but you held your ground, citing cases you’d read over the weekend. higuruma listened like every word mattered, head tilted, dark eyes never leaving your face. when you finished he nodded once, slow and approving. “well reasoned. you’re thinking like a defense attorney already.”
the class chuckled. you ducked your head, pleased and embarrassed at once.
after the seminar ended he didn’t dismiss you right away. instead he waved you over while he packed his bag. “you stayed late on the reading again,” he observed, voice low enough that only you could hear. “i can tell. your arguments are sharper every week.”
you shifted your weight, skirt swishing around your thighs. “i just… really like the material. and you explain it in a way that makes sense. not like the textbooks.”
he huffed a quiet laugh, the sound warm and rare. “flattery will get you extra credit, you know.” his hand brushed your elbow as he reached past you for a folder, a casual touch that lingered half a second too long. “if you ever want to discuss a case one-on-one, i’d be happy to. emails are always welcomed, but feel free to swing by during office hours. every wednesday after three.”
“really?” your eyes lit up. “that would be amazing. thank you, professor.”
he watched you leave, skirt swaying, and let out a slow breath through his nose. the second the door clicked shut he pressed the heel of his hand against the growing bulge in his slacks, cursing under his breath.
it’s that damn smile and eagerness of yours.
he made it to his office before he locked the door, sat in his chair, and pulled his cock out—thick and heavy and already leaking at the tip. he stroked himself with rough, impatient pulls, imagining your pretty mouth forming those careful arguments while he fed you his length instead, imagined the way your eyes would water when he hit the back of your throat and told you what a perfect little student you were. he came hard, stripes painting his fist and the edge of his desk, and still the ache didn’t ease as he reached for tissues.
weeks passed like that, tension coiling tighter with every interaction.
in nanami’s thursday lecture, he asked you to stay after to discuss your latest response paper. the room emptied. he circled around to your desk, perching on the edge so his thigh was inches from yours. “your analysis of utilitarianism versus deontology was… nuanced,” he said, voice pitched low, trailing off in a way that told you there was criticism coming. “but you hesitated on the personal cost section. why?”
you bit your lip absentmindedly, thinking. “because… in real life it’s not theoretical. if you’re the one who has to pull the lever, or the one who has to live with the guilt afterward… i don’t know. it feels different when it’s your hands, i guess.”
nanami’s gaze dropped to your hands—small, delicate, nails grown but well kept with a sheer glaze of colour he suspected of being your favourite since you added pops of it to your outfits more often than not. he imagined those hands wrapped around him, imagined them braced against his desk while he fucked you from behind—not now. now’s definitely not the time. he swallowed.
“right,” he murmured. “the theory collapses when the blood is on your own hands.” his fingers brushed a fallen eyelash from your cheek before he could overthink it, a gentleness that made your breath hitch. “you have a good heart. don’t lose that. but don’t let it blind you either.”
the touch lingered. you felt the warmth of his palm against your skin long after he pulled away. when you finally left his classroom your pulse was racing for reasons you couldn’t name.
higuruma caught you in the hallway two days later, arms full of books, struggling to balance your coffee and your bag. he took the stack from you without asking, long fingers wrapping easily around the spines. “you’re going to topple over like a baby giraffe,” he teased, that dry humor wrapping around you like smoke. “where are you headed?”
“library. i have that big torts outline due next week and my brain is mush.”
he walked with you the entire way, matching your shorter stride, making quiet conversation about a recent supreme court ruling that had everyone buzzing. every so often his arm brushed yours. every so often he glanced down at the way your cardigan had slipped again, exposing the delicate strap of your bra. he wanted to hook a finger under it and tuuuug. he wanted to mark that soft skin until you wore his fingerprints for days.
at the library doors he handed your books back, but not before his thumb stroked once along the inside of your wrist. “don’t work yourself too hard,” he said softly. “you look tired. if you need a break, come find me. i keep decent coffee in my office.”
you laughed, light and sweet. “you’re going to spoil me, professor.”
his smile was small and sharp. “maybe i want to.”
the dreams started at some point in the next week, like there had been a spell put on these men.
for nanami it was always the same: you on your knees in his office, sometimes under his desk, skirt pooled around your thighs, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes while he painted your tongue white. he woke hard and aching, jerked off in the shower with your name on his lips—righteousness be damned—then went to class and acted like the perfect, restrained mentor.
for higuruma the fantasies were rougher, hungrier. you bent over his courtroom-style desk, hands cuffed behind your back with his tie, cunt dripping down your thighs while he fucked you slow and deep and forced you to recite case law until you were sobbing and begging and coming apart around him. he came in his fist so many nights he lost count, then stared at the ceiling wondering if he should have just gotten married ten years ago. that way it may have been easier to resist this pull.
they never spoke about it to each other, but they noticed. nanami saw the way higuruma’s eyes tracked you across the quad. higuruma noticed how nanami’s lectures always seemed to circle back to questions only you could answer. there was a silent understanding between them—two men circling the same flame, neither willing to step back yet.
one rainy wednesday you showed up to nanami’s office hours soaked from the sudden downpour, sweater clinging to your curves, hair damp and curling at the ends. but you were on a mission. a mission to establish solid thesis for your midterm paper, too indecisive to settle on one thing. he took one look at you and ushered you inside, draping his own suit jacket over your shoulders without a word. it swallowed you, warm and heavy with his scent.
“you’ll catch a cold,” he murmured, guiding you to sit on the small worn brown leather couch against the wall. his hands lingered on your arms a moment longer than necessary, thumbs stroking through the wet fabric. “stay until it passes. i’ll make tea.”
you nodded, teeth chattering slightly, completely unaware of how his gaze darkened at the sight of your hardened nipples pressing against the damp sweater. he turned to the electric kettle to hide the way his dick twitched in his slacks.
you talked for nearly an hour. about the paper, about life, about how overwhelming third year felt sometimes. nanami listened like every word was scripture, sitting close enough that his knee pressed against yours. when you laughed at something he said, soft and bright, he reached out and wiped a stray raindrop from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“there,” he said quietly. “all better.”
your breath caught. the air felt thicker. you didn’t move away, just smiled into your tea.
by the time midterms loomed the tension was a living thing.
you’d started staying after both classes more often. nanami would walk you to the library some days, hand hovering at the small of your back, never quite touching but close enough that you could feel the heat. higuruma would “accidentally” run into you in the coffee line, buying your drink before you could protest, then sit with you at a corner table while you reviewed notes. his long leg would stretch under the table and brush yours, and neither of you would comment on how neither pulled away.
one friday afternoon you were in nanami’s classroom again, helping him organize handouts for the next lecture because you’d offered and he hadn’t refused. the room was empty, late sunlight slanting through the windows and turning everything golden. you were on your tiptoes reaching for a high shelf when he stepped behind you, one big hand settling on your waist to steady you, the other reaching easily over your head to grab the box.
his body was flush against your back for one long, breathless second. you could feel the hard plane of his chest, the warmth of him, the way his fingers flexed against your hip like he was fighting not to pull you closer. his breath ghosted over your ear.
“careful,” he murmured, voice rougher than usual. “wouldn’t want you to fall.”
you swallowed, heart hammering. “thank you, professor.”
he didn’t step back immediately. when he finally did, his hand slid slowly along your waist as if tracing what he could not yet touch, thumb brushing the strip of skin where your sweater had ridden up. the touch burned.
that same evening higuruma found you in the library, tucked into a corner carrel with your head in your hands, surrounded by open textbooks. you’d wondered if this back and forth of moments between them would ever melt into anything else. he dropped into the chair across from you without invitation, long legs stretching out until one oxford shoe nudged between your mary jane’s under the table.
“you look like you’re about to declare war on the casebook,” he observed, dry as ever.
you groaned, rubbing your temples, eyes squeezed shut. “it’s this negligence hypothetical. i keep going in circles.”
he leaned forward, elbows on the table, dark eyes intent on your face. “talk me through it.”
you did, voice growing more animated as he listened, occasionally nodding or asking a pointed question that made everything click. when you finally got it you beamed at him, bright and triumphant, and without thinking reached across the table to squeeze his forearm in gratitude.
the muscle jumped under your fingers. higuruma went very still.
“sorry,” you whispered, starting to pull back, cheeks flaming.
his hand caught yours before you could retreat, large palm engulfing yours, thumb stroking once over your knuckles. “don’t be,” he said softly. “i like when you touch me.”
the words hung between you, heavy and charged. you didn’t know what to say. your mouth opened, closed. heat pooled low in your belly, unfamiliar and frightening and wonderful all at once.
he released your hand slowly, but not before turning it over and pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist in the briefest, softest kiss, followed by a nip that left the faintest mark. “keep going,” he murmured against your skin. “you’re brilliant. don’t doubt it.”
you left the library that night with your pulse thundering in your ears and your panties embarrassingly damp, though you told yourself it was just the stress. just the relief of understanding the material. nothing more.
nanami noticed the mark on your wrist the next morning in his class—subtle, but there. his eyes narrowed fractionally. when you approached his desk post-lecture he caught your hand gently, turning it to inspect the spot.
“what’s this?” he asked, voice deceptively calm.
you shrugged, smiling. “oh, professor higuruma helped me last night. i must have pressed too hard on my pen or something.”
nanami’s thumb stroked over the spot once, thoughtful. “be careful who you let leave marks on you,” he said quietly. “some of us are far less restrained than we appear.”
your breath stuttered. you looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, and for a moment the mask slipped. just a flicker of raw hunger in those hazel eyes before he schooled it back into polite concern.
the air between the three of you was practically crackling by now, even if you remained sweetly oblivious to the storm gathering around you. you kept showing up to their classes in soft sweaters and short skirts, kept asking thoughtful questions, kept letting them walk you places and touch your arm and tuck your hair behind your ear and tell you how clever you were. you kept thanking them with that bright, trusting smile.
but the midterm papers were due in two weeks. and you were already starting to look a little overwhelmed, staying later and later and later in the library, shoulders tense, bottom lip caught between your teeth while you typed.
thursday afternoon found you in nanami’s ethics lecture again, seated in your usual spot, third row center. the topic was corporate whistleblowing—duty versus loyalty, personal risk versus public good. nanami paced the front of the room with his usual measured calm, sleeves rolled to the elbows, glasses catching the overhead lights every time he turned. his voice carried that low, steady authority that always made the room quiet down instinctively.
you were taking notes faster than usual, pen flying across the page, but your handwriting had started to slant and wobble toward the end of each line, letters pressed awkwardly tight whenever you neared the margins. every few minutes you paused to rub at the back of your neck, trying to ease the knot that had settled there days ago and refused to leave.
when the lecture ended, most students filed out quickly, eager for the weekend. you lingered, packing your things slowly, eyes fixed on the half-finished outline glowing on your laptop screen. nanami noticed—of course he noticed. he always noticed when it was you.
he approached your desk without hurry, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but eyes sharp behind the lenses. “still wrestling with the outline?”
you looked up, startled, then offered a small, tired smile. “yeah. i keep rewriting the section on consequentialism. it feels like every angle i take collapses under its own weight.”
he hummed, a low sound of understanding. “it’s a difficult topic. the theory is clean on paper. reality is messier.” he glanced at your screen, then back at your face—taking in the faint shadows under your eyes, the way your shoulders stayed hunched even now that class was over. “you’ve been putting in long hours.”
“trying to,” you admitted, closing the laptop with a soft click. “the library’s fine during the day, but after nine it gets… echoey. and loud in a weird way. people are cramming right about now so they’re studying in groups, doors slamming. i can’t focus.”
nanami considered you for a long moment. then he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small silver key on a plain ring. he held it out, palm up.
“my office is quiet after hours,” he said simply. “no slamming doors, no groups. just books, a desk, and that couch against the wall if you need to spread your notes out. i’ll be there most evenings this week grading midterms anyway. you’re welcome to use the space. lock up when you leave if i step out.”
your eyes widened. the key gleamed under the classroom lights. “are you sure? i don’t want to impose—”
“you wouldn’t be.” his voice was firm, but softer at the edges. “i’d rather know you’re working somewhere comfortable than burning out in a noisy library. take it, i insist.”
you hesitated only a second before reaching out. your fingers brushed his palm as you took the key. warm skin, calloused fingertips from years of turning pages and gripping pens. the contact was brief, but it sent a small, involuntary shiver up your arm. nanami’s gaze flicked down to where your fingers had touched his, then back to your face.
“thank you, professor,” you said quietly, curling the key into your fist. “really. this means a lot.”
he gave a small nod, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to soften his usually stern features. “good. come by whenever you need. door’s always open for you.”
you left the classroom feeling lighter than you had in days, the key a small, secret weight in your pocket.
that evening, around seven, you let yourself into nanami’s office.
it was unlocked, you presumed he was already there. the room was exactly as you remembered from the one time you’d come for office hours in the pouring rain—tall bookshelves packed floor-to-ceiling, a wide oak desk covered in neat stacks of papers and a single reading lamp, the deep brown leather couch against the far wall. the air smelled like him: clean linen, faint sandalwood, old books. warm. safe.
nanami was already there, as you suspected, jacket off, tie loosened, sleeves still rolled. he looked up from the stack of blue books he was grading when the door clicked open.
“you made it,” he said, voice low and pleased.
“yeah.” you smiled, a little shy, holding up the key like proof. “hope it’s okay i came tonight.”
“more than okay.” he gestured toward the couch. “make yourself at home. there’s an outlet behind the end table if you need to charge anything.”
you set your bag down, kicked off your shoes—socked feet sinking into the soft rug—and curled up on the couch with your laptop balanced on your thighs. for the first few minutes it was quiet. companionable. just the scratch of his red pen on papers, the soft click click click of your keys, the occasional rustle when he turned a page.
after about twenty minutes he stood, stretched, and walked over with two mugs. he set one on the coffee table in front of you. exactly how you liked it, plenty of sugar and cream. you hadn’t even asked, but he remembered from the one time you told him.
“thought you might need it,” he said, settling on the opposite end of the couch instead of returning to his desk. his long legs stretched out, one ankle crossing over the other. close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, but not so close that it felt invasive.
“you remembered,” you said softly, wrapping your hands around the mug. the heat seeped into your palms.
“i pay attention,” he replied, simple as that.
at some point you were frowning at your screen, muttering under your breath about a citation that refused to format correctly. nanami glanced over and reached across the space between you to gently tilt your laptop screen so he could see.
“here,” he murmured, fingers brushing yours as he took over the keyboard for a second. a few quick keystrokes and the reference snapped into place. “better?”
“so much better,” you exhaled in relief. “thank you.”
he didn’t move his hand right away. instead his thumb grazed the back of your knuckles once, light as a breath. “anytime, sweetheart.”
sweetheart.
the word landed like soft weight in the quiet room. your cheeks heated instantly, but you didn’t pull away. like something he’d been holding back for weeks and finally let slip.
you glanced at him sideways. “sweetheart?”
nanami’s mouth curved, small and knowing.
“does it bother you?”
you shook your head, too quickly. “no. i… i don’t mind it.”
“good.” he let his hand linger another second before withdrawing, returning to his grading. but the air felt different now—thicker, charged in a way that made your skin prickle.
you worked like that for another hour. every so often he’d ask a quiet question about your paper, offer a suggestion, or simply look over just to watch, hand brushing against your arm whenever he turned a page. each touch was careful, deliberate. each one left you a little more aware of how close he was sitting, how his thigh sometimes brushed yours when he shifted, how his cologne wrapped around you every time he leaned in.
at nine-thirty there was a knock—two firm raps—before the door opened without waiting for an answer.pp
higuruma stepped inside, a thick manila folder under one arm, tie already pulled loose around his neck. he paused when he saw you curled on the couch, laptop glowing.
“evening,” he said, voice rough and amused. his eyes flicked between the two of you, lingering on the way nanami’s arm rested along the back of the couch, fingers inches from your shoulder. “didn’t realize i was interrupting study time.”
nanami didn’t move. “you’re not. she’s using the office tonight. quieter than the library.”
higuruma’s gaze settled on you, dark and warm. “smart choice.” he crossed the room, dropped the folder on nanami’s desk, then dropped onto the couch on your other side. the leather dipped under his weight. his thigh pressed lightly against yours, long and solid.
you suddenly felt very small between them, but not in a bad way. more like sheltered. wanted.
“how’s the paper coming along?” higuruma asked, stretching one arm along the back of the couch behind you. his fingers brushed the nape of your neck casually, almost absentminded.
“better now that i’m not fighting fluorescent lights and nonstop yapping,” you admitted, laughing softly. “professor nanami’s been helping.”
“has he?” higuruma’s tone was dry, teasing. he glanced at nanami over your head. “generous of you, kento.”
nanami hummed, noncommittal. “she needed a quiet place. i had one.”
higuruma’s fingers drifted higher, tracing the shell of your ear with the lightest touch. you shivered. he noticed, of course, and his voice dropped lower. “you look tired, angel.”
angel. angel. angel.
the nickname hit different from nanami’s. softer, rougher at the edges. intimate in a way that made your breath catch. you ducked your chin, smiling despite the flush creeping up your neck.
they stayed like that—nanami on your right, grading papers with one hand while the other rested along the couch back, occasionally brushing your shoulder; higuruma on your left, long legs sprawled, one hand occasionally reaching over to adjust your laptop screen or point out a better way to phrase a sentence. neither of them crowded you, but neither gave you much space either. their presences seeped into you from both sides, steady and grounding.
every so often one of them would murmur something low; nanami calling you sweetheart when you nailed a difficult transition in your argument, higuruma murmuring angel when you yawned and rubbed your eyes. the nicknames weren’t constant, weren’t forced. they came naturally, like they’d both been thinking them for weeks and finally decided it was safe to say them out loud.
around eleven you started to flag. your eyes were heavy, fingers slower on the keys. nanami noticed first.
“enough for tonight,” he said quietly, closing his gradebook. “you’re half-asleep.”
“i can finish this section—”
“no.” higuruma’s voice was gentle but firm. he reached over and closed your laptop for you, careful not to pinch your fingers. “you’ve done good work. let it rest.”
you pouted just a little, but didn’t argue.
the small sound you made then—half whine, half sigh—hung in the quiet office like smoke. your lower lip pushed out, eyes glassy from staring at the screen too long, shoulders rounded forward in that defeated way that made both men go still.
nanami’s hand, still resting along the back of the couch, drifted down until his fingertips grazed the slope of your neckc brushing slow slow circles. barely there. “you’re exhausted, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice lower than it had been all night. “pouting won’t change that.”
higuruma leaned in from your other side, elbow braced on the cushion, face close enough that you could smell the faint cologne on his collar. “must be painful, hm?” he said, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where the pout pulled it, a frown tugging at his own lips though it felt almost mocking. “all that tension in your pretty face.”
you swallowed. the room felt smaller suddenly, warmer, the lamp on nanami’s desk throwing long shadows across the leather and their sharp features. “i’m fine,” you tried, but it came out thin. “just… frustrated. the section won’t behave.”
nanami’s fingers slid higher, threading gently into the hair at your nape. he tugged once, not hard, but just enough to make your head tip back against the couch. your breath hitched, eyes lifting to look at him. “frustrated,” he repeated, tasting the word. his thumb pressed the soft skin behind your ear. “we can fix that.”
higuruma’s hand found your thigh at the same moment—high enough that his pinky brushed the hem of your skirt, but not crossing. yet. “let us help you unwind, angel,” he said against your temple. his lips didn’t quite touch skin, but the heat of his breath did. “you’ve been so good for us tonight. let us be good to you.”
your heart slammed against your ribs. you looked between them—nanami’s steady stare, higuruma’s darker one—and felt something hot and liquid slide down your spine.
“okay,” you whispered.
that was all it took.
nanami moved first. he cupped your jaw with one wide palm, turned your face to his, and kissed you like he’d been starving for it. slow at first, lips brushing, testing, then deeper when your mouth opened on a soft huuuum. his tongue slid against yours, deliberate, coaxing, tasting of black coffee and restraint finally snapping. you whimpered into it, hands coming up to clutch his shirtfront in an attempt to drag him closer.
higuruma didn’t wait long. while nanami kissed you senseless he hooked two fingers under your chin and turned you toward him the second nanami gave you air. his kiss was hungrier. teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue pushing in like he couldn’t wait another second. in and out, in, out. you moaned against his mouth, dizzy, already drunk on the contrast: kento's controlled heat, hiromi's raw edge.
they passed you back and forth like that for long minutes, kissing you deep, then shallow, then deep again, until your lips were swollen and slick, breath coming in short pants as your head spun. kento's hand slid down your throat, broad palm covering the front of your neck while his fingertips pressed against your pulse point. pressing and releasing rhythmically. “look at you,” he murmured against your cheek. “already so responsive.”
higuruma’s fingers found the top button of your cardigan. he popped it open without asking, then the next, then the next, until the soft wool parted and cool air kissed your bra. pale lace. thin straps. your nipples were already peaked against the cups enticingly.
“fuck,” hiromi breathed, voice wrecked. “been wondering what you look like under all those sweaters.”
kento hummed agreement, reaching around from behind to slide the cardigan down your arms. it pooled at your elbows before he finally pulled it off and set it on the coffee table carefully. he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck as higuruma palmed one breast through the lace, thumb circling the nipple until you arched for more.
“sensitive here,” nanami noted, low and pleased as he glanced down at the way your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. he nipped your earlobe, the two men working in sync as they stripped you of the rest of your clothes save for your panties. “good to know.”
they eased you back until you were reclining against the arm of the couch, legs stretched across both their laps. higuruma caught one of your ankles, lifted it, kissed the inside of your anklebone and nanami dragged slow fingertips up the inside of your other thigh. higher, higher, stopping just shy of where your panties were already clinging damply to your heat.
“spread for us, dear,” higuruma murmured against your skin. “let us see.”
your knees parted on instinct and kento’s hand slid upper your inner thigh, cupping you through cotton. he groaned—quiet, guttural—when he felt how wet the fabric was.
“she’s soaked,” he told his colleague, like you weren’t right there hearing every word. “dripping right through.”
the man addressed leaned down, nosed along your inner thigh. “can smell her from here.” he pressed a kiss high on your leg, then another, then scraped his teeth lightly over the skin. “sweet little thing’s been aching all night, hasn’t she? all for her dear professors?”
you nodded frantically, the concept so perverted you couldn't help but squimr. “yeah—yes—h-hah... please—”
nanami hooked a finger in the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your thighs. slowly. letting you feel every inch of exposure as he draaaaged. when they reached your ankles higuruma pulled them off completely, brought the damp cotton to his nose, inhaled deep, then passed them to nanami with a crooked grin.
nanami took them, pressed them to his own face for a second, eyes fluttering shut. “divine,” he muttered. then he folded them neatly and set them on the coffee table like evidence.
they didn’t give you time to be embarrassed.
higuruma caught your hips, dragged you down the couch until you were flat on your back. nanami knelt between your spread thighs, broad shoulders forcing them wider. the other man stayed higher, braced over you, one hand planted beside your head.
nanami looked up your body, eyes dark, pupils blown. “gonna take care of her first,” he said. then he leaned in and licked a slow, flat stripe up your center. shhhlick!
you cried out, hips jerking. he did it again—longer this time—tongue broad and hot, parting your folds, collecting every drop of you and slurping at your clit. higuruma watched, transfixed, then bent to kiss you again while nanami ate you like a man starved.
they traded places after a few minutes. higuruma settled between your legs, pushed your thighs up and out until you were folded nearly in half. his nose bumped your clit on the first pass and you mewled. he groaned against you, vibration making your toes curl.
“fuck—her clit’s so swollen,” he muttered, more to nanami than to you. “look how she twitches.” he flicked his tongue over it once, sharp, then sucked gently. your back bowed off the couch.
nanami stroked your hair back from your sweaty forehead. “breathe, sweetheart. let him have her. she’s been waiting so patiently.”
they took turns like that—nanami’s methodical, thorough licks; higuruma’s hungrier, nose grinding against you every time he buried his face deeper. then they were both there, tongues all over your cunt and working in tandem until you were trembling, pleas falling from your lips in broken little gasps.
“please! ’m—‘m shoo close—don’t stop—”
kento's fingers joined higuruma’s tongue. two thick digits sliding in slow, stretching you, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. higuruma sucked your clit harder, teeth grazing. you came with a sob, gushing against higuruma’s mouth, thighs clamping around his head as he drank you down like it was the only thing that mattered.
they didn’t let you come down for more than ten seconds.
nanami pulled you up into his lap, your back to his chest, legs splayed over his thighs. higuruma knelt in front of you, hands on your knees, spreading you again to take a look of the leaky mess between your thighs. nanami’s cock was rock-hard against your lower back—huge, throbbing through his slacks—but he didn’t free it yet.
instead he reached around, spread your folds with two fingers so higuruma had an unobstructed view. “look how she flutters,” nanami murmured, landing a light slap right on your puffy clit. “still clenching around nothing. greedy little cunt.”
higuruma spat directly onto your clit. warm, thick, oozing through your folds. then rubbed it in with the pad of his thumb. you jolted. he did it again. “she liked that,” he noted, voice rough. “winking at me.”
nanami’s free hand came up to pinch your nipple, rolling it slowly. “of course she does. what's there to expect from a dirty girl like her?”
higuruma’s mouth and fingers bringing you right to the brink—then stopping. nanami’s hand between your legs, circling your perky pearl with devastating precision, then pulling away the second your hips started to grind. over and over until tears slipped down your cheeks and your pleas turned hoarse. "nnghhh! moremoremore—wanna—!"
“not yet,” nanami whispered against your ear, when you pleaded for release after the fifth time they denied you. “you can take more. you’re doing so well for us.”
higuruma reached up and wiped your tears with his thumb before smearing them against your trembling lips. “cry all you want, angel. makes you soo much cuter, hah”
when they finally let you come again it was brutal. hiromi's tongue flicked your clit with quick precision while kento fucked you with three fat and looong fingers, curling and prodding so so perfectly against that spongy spot inside you. you screamed, body locking up, squirting right across hiromi's chin. he groaned like he’d been given a gift, rewarding you with open mouthed kisses that had you twitching.
they kissed you through the aftershocks—messy, tasting yourself on their tongues.
the professors stripped after nanami slid you off his lap carefully, panting as you watched. shirts falling away to reveal more meat and chiseled muscled than you could've ever anticipated. belts. slacks. boxers last.
their cocks sprang free—heavy, thick, veined, heads flushed and already leaking down the underside of their shafts. kento's was long, so tall and proud with a gentle upward curve. hiromi's was girthier, the shaft ridged with prominent veins, foreskin pulled back to reveal a fat, glistening tip.
you stared, mouth watering.
“go ahead,” higuruma rasped, nearly cumming just at the sight of you looking so damn eager.
your hands wrapped around them, barely able to close your fingers around the thickness. you stroked slowly, marveling at the heat, the weight, the way they throbbed in your palms, how they jolted when you thumbed at their slits. but they didn’t let you jerk them for long.
instead, higuruma pulled you up on your knees as they shuffled around and closer, sandwiching you with him in front and nanami in the back. both cocks slid along your folds at once. the heads bumped your clit on every pass, slick sounds obscene in the quiet office. they held you between them tightly, not providing any room for you to even think about grinding for more.
"a-ahhh-" you sobbed, trying to chase the friction. “inside—please—need you innnn—”
“not yet,” hiromi growled, biting your shoulder, fingers digging into your waist to keep you still. “gonna make you come like this first. gonna soak both our cocks before we even stretch her.”
nanami’s hand wrapped around the front of your throat, just holding. “so—mmh—pretty when you beg, sweetheart. got this pussy crying for us too.”
and you kept begging. broken mores and pleases until your voice cracked, but hiromi only sank his hand into your hair and pressed your face into his bare chest to muffle your sounds. you felt them everywhere; one pair of lips against your shoulder, the other against your temple as you listened to their groans. whenever higuruma slid back, his length dragged along your clit and already had you trembling, only for nanami to follow through a slide forward, throbbing tip nudging under the hood.
they finally let you finish when they felt like they were about to themselves, letting you grin desperately between them until the dual pressure on your clit sent you over. you gushed again, toes curling and coating both shafts, making everything slicker, messier, two sets of thick arms wrapping around you to keep you from collapsing.
after a beat, kento reached for his discarded tie. he looped it around your wrists, tied them loosely behind your back as he kissed your shoulder—not tight enough to hurt, just enough to keep your hands out of the way.
they manhandled you onto your hands and knees. well, just your knees since your arms were out of commission for now, tipping forward until your shoulders and chest hit the couch and your ass was pushed nice and high. hiromi knelt in front, cock bobbing near your face as he used his grip on your hair to drag you up, kento somewhere behind you spreading the backs of your thighs.
you were fed higuruma’s cock first—slooow, careful, letting you adjust to the girth. despite the care he put into it, you gagged when he hit the back of your throat, eyes stinging and maw fluttering clumsily around his base, but he praised you the whole time. “so good, angel. taking me so deep—fuck.” his hand in your hair slid down to your throat, brushing over where he could feel himself bulging through.
nanami spat on your cunt, letting it drip drip drip down between your cheeks and mix in with the fountain of slick, then rubbed the head of his cock through the mess. “gonna open her up now,” he said lowly, “should be able to take us.”
he pushed in so slowly, inch by thick inch, until you were stretched around him, whimpering around the dick in your mouth. the stretch burned, ached, felt impossibly full already and he wasn’t even all the way in.
“fuck—she’s tight,” nanami groaned, kneading your ass in handfuls. “clenching like she never wants me to leave.”
they found a rhythm; nanami fucking you deep and steady from behind, higuruma fucking your throat with careful thrusts. every time nanami bottomed out his hips slapped your ass; every time higuruma pushed deep your nose pressed to his pelvis. a hand resting on the small of your back, pressing down to deepen the arch until you were practically folded in half, changing the angle just enough to make sure kento pounded against your g-spot with every thrust.
you were crying steadily now—overwhelmed, overstimulated, and so so full it hurt in the best way. jaw slack, letting higuruma fuck your face freely. you could swear you felt every minimal movement of nanami inside you too, could feel how he slid in—tip sliding against that sensitive spot and then further to smoooch your cervix, balls slapping against your clit steadily. you felt yourself going numb with pleasure, clenching and cummin’ around kento’s cock for what felt like the fifth time, their voices ringing in your ears.
“taking us so so well, dollface.”
“look how she keeps swallowing me right back in.”
“her cunt’s drooling around you, ken.”
“such a greedy, greedy girl, taking not one but two professors. bet if we asked you’d let professor kusakabe join too, huh?”
when nanami came it was sudden. "gonna f-fill you uuuup, sweet girl," he groaned as he dragged your ass right against him, holding you there so you couldn't squirm away. "mhm, that's it—fuuuck—gonna look so cute with a full tummy—a-ah, cummin'—" then he spilled deeeep, grinding against your cervix, flooding you with his seed without care, moanin' your name like a prayer, hips stuttering.
he pulled out slowly and spread your ass as far as he could in his calloused palms, watching with hooded eyes as his cum leaked out of you in spurts. thick and white, oozing down your thighs like it did in his dreams.
higuruma flipped you onto your back after giving you a moment to recover, pushed your knees to your chest, and slid into the mess nanami left behind. “feels so fucking good,” he growled, pounding hard now, rougher than before. “gonna add to it—gonna breed this pretty cunt full till you forget what it’s like to be empty.”
you came again just from the stretch of him sinking in, shaking and clenching around him as he buried himself deep, deep, deeeep with a wet squelch, kento’s cum seeping out around him. and then he stayed there, huffing out low breaths as he stared down at your folded form.
“look at that,” he hummed in fascination, eyes drifting down to your stomach. he pushed in just a fraction deeper, making you gasp as his hand came down to rub over your tummy, a prominent bulge the shape of his member poking through.
once he started fucking into you, rough sounds tumbling from his lips and nails digging into the backs of your knees, it was hard to do anything but whine and whimper, toes curling in the air as he frothed up your poor, poor pussy. sat by your head, kento reached down to brush heart from your sweat slicked forehead. a gesture so tender and almost sweet that practically broke you when he reached right past your torso to deliver a harsh smack to your cunt.
you cried out a little too loudly when you came, someone’s broad hand clamping over your swollen lips to muffle you. who it was, you had no clue, eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming of hiromi fucking you through it. he followed quickly, already sensitive from how your mouth had swallowed him up, spilling deep with a broken moan. still, he kept those hips pistoning, making sure it all stayed inside.
by the end you were limp, covered in sweat and cum and spit, wrists still loosely bound, thighs trembling. they untied you gently, kissed every mark they’d left—neck, shoulders, inner thighs—murmured soft praise against your skin.
“so perfect for us.”
“took it all like a champ.”
“our beautiful girl~”
the two of them cleaned you with soft cloths from nanami’s private bathroom, wrapped you in nanami’s suit jacket, let you curl between them on the wide couch while your breathing evened out. muttering sweet words and peppering your skin with kisses, you didn’t think twice about what just happened and what it would mean for your relationship with your professors.
outside the window the campus was dark and silent.
inside, the three of you stayed tangled together, hearts slowing in sync, the scent of sex and satisfaction thick in the air.
You love to make your fiance Satoru Gojo angry and jealous, you love the little scowls he gives - and the punishment when you get home, the subtle threats against your ear and that you've just been a 'slutty little brat, you just don't listen, hmm?'
He knew you were trying to make him jealous tonight, but you couldn't help yourself, not when you knew he's bend you right down over his bed, knew he'd sigh all frustrated as he bound your wrists together and tied that knot. Clamps on your nipples, making them ache, they're already sensitive since you're ovulating but he loves to watch them bruise.
The sound of the metal clicking as he takes his belt off, and the little whoosh of air when he tugs it out of his dress pants has you aching when he chuckles just a bit, pressing those clamps even tighter.
"You tell me sweetheart," he murmurs, slipping his fingertips to tug your slutty little dress over the curve of your ass, gliding your panties right down your thighs as they press together, letting them land on your ankles. "How many hits do you think? I'll let you choose."
"Um..." you bite down on your lip, sucking in a breath, Satoru presses your head further into the mattress, tugging your hips up. "F-five?"
"Five what?"
"Five, sir? Please."
Smack.
“Arch that ass back more," Satoru's words have you doing just that, your ass arched up with your wrists bound behind your back, pretty pink ribbons - just how Satoru liked you. "You can arch it higher, can't you sweetheart?"
You whine out, doing just that - slick dripping wet down your puffy lips, making them glisten as your ass arches up like some perfect heart over the edge of his bed. “Mnh, there?"
"Just like that," Satoru takes his belt - the one you asked him to whip you with earlier that night, toying with the buckle as you made sure to drive him insane. His cock is throbbing at the sight of the raised welp on your left cheek, sighing at the sight. "
Your fingers go numb in the tight hold, preparing for the next smack right on the other cheek, the sound of leather on skin echoing in your room. You're soaking wet now, crying out and arching more.
"What do we say when we're getting these, hmm?" He leans over you now, tilting your chin up and moaning at the sight of your pretty, tear streaked cheeks. "Look at your pretty little face like this, fuck... answer me, be a good girl for once."
"Thank you, Sir," you whisper, he kisses you and teases you with his fingertips, just to tug back and smack your ass again, just barely dipping a fingertip in your slick walls just teasing, before smacking your cunt. "Ah! Satoru..."
"You didn't say it right, tsk," he smacks your cunt again, his other hand tugging at your bound wrists, pulling your body into a meaner arch.
You know what he wants to be called but you love his punishment a little too much. “Was sir not right?”
Satoru smirks at your innocent, cute little voice. “No, baby, it wasn’t right, and you know that, hmm?"
"Me? N-no," he studies you and just how fucking pretty those welps look blooming on your skin, tugging his pants down to spit on his cock and stroke himself.
"You don't want my cock tonight, hmm?" He smacks you with the belt again, you're throbbing around nothing, cunt just spasming and so fucking empty.
“How should you address me, baby?” You bite your lip rather than answer, earning a smack on your lower cheek, right above your thigh. "You didn't answer me, do I need to remind you?"
"Mmm, n-no," you're damn near giggling into the pillow even with the pain pricking your skin, the ache in your core, Satoru leans back over you and kneels, pulling your cunt wide open and spitting in your hole. You let out a ragged little gasp, trembling when he tightens those clamps down. "D-daddy..."
"Aw, I didn't hear you," Satoru smacks you again across the puffy lips of your cunt with that leather - eliciting a slutty little moan from your throat. He knows you love to make him angry, and be the little brat you are - but he loves to see you littered with hand prints and bruises. "Say it again, hmm?"
"Daddy, mnh, I think I deserve... five more?"
"Can you take five?" You nod, looking back over your shoulder, wrists shifting in that tight hold with pretty tears in your eyes, making him even harder. "If you don't make noise I'll make you cum. Can you?"
"Mhm, I can," he moans and kisses you all messy, the salt of your tears dripping onto your lips. "Please, daddy, more?"
You're so fucking adorable like this, with your trembling lips and those lashes spiking with your tears, he smacks you harder, watching you hold in your cry, and your cunt making a mess. "Count for me."
"Four more," he smacks you again right over your cunt with that belt, but you suck in a breath. "Three." smack. You bite down on your lip, taking another. "Two."
Satoru smacks you one more time, then his final lash across the back of your thighs, looking at those raised up lines as you're trembling, he puts it down then and comes over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist when you nearly collapse. "I'm so fucking proud of you, such a good girl."
"Imma good girl?" You ask weakly, he moans, knowing how much you love to drive him crazy.
"Are you gonna say sorry for flirting with Suguru, you brat?" you giggle and bite your lower lip. "You know you're making him jerk it tonight, huh? Should I send a picture just like this?"
"N-no!?"
He chuckles then, sinking down to his knees, fingertips slipping across all those marks and bruises. "I'd never show anyone this pretty ass anyway," he whispers, kissing where those raised up marks are, breath ghosting your cunt. "Hah you're making such a fucking mess, you know how expensive this rug is, baby?"
"S-sorry daddy," you whine out weakly, not sorry at all.
"I'll clean you all up, you did so good f'me," Satoru's tongue laps your slick right up, slurping it with a filthy noise and gulping it right down his throat, hands pressing right on those bruises where he'd laid his belt, making you shiver with the pain and pleasure. "Fuck, you love making me mad, don't you?"
"No daddy," he chuckles now, slurping up your slit, tongue diving in your hole over and over, curving right up inside, leaning up and turning your chin, your tits still aching from the clamps, spitting your juices right in your mouth.
"Don't lie to me, sweetheart, not if you wanna cum," you take a shaky breath, feeling his tip gliding through your syrupy mess, squishing in the room and mixing with your weak little whines. "Do you like to make me mad, hmm?"
"Yes," you kiss him and arch, he leans back and shoves his cock fully inside, bottoming right out against your puffy cervix, his hips slapping your bruised ass and making you hiss in pain. "Nghh! Toru..."
"You like me beating your pretty ass, hmm? Making me lose it?" He uses your wrists to tug and bend, slamming his cock inside you faster, tip just draggin' on that spot in your quivering walls. Every fuck into your needy cunt is louder as you start just gushing, making him slide even easier inside. "F-fuck... grippin' me like that, huh baby? Feel s'tight... God..."
You're already trying to milk him, he pushes in and rolls his hips, pelvis snapping sharply as his cock stretches you out. "Toru please... ah!" Smack, that burns your skin. "Daddy please."
"I'll give you anything baby," he shoves in and pins you there, letting you cum and squirt all down his cock, his heavy balls smacking your clit, sucking in a breath when you grip him. "That's it sweetheart, milk me just like that... gonna breed this pretty cunt, huh?"
"Please, ah!" Satoru fucks you right through it, your wrists numb, arms stretched, nipples aching. Your ass is stinging with every smack as he ruins you - and when he's fucking his cum back inside you, he can't help but glare. "What, daddy?"
"You love to stress me the fuck out," you're giggling when he eases your wrists and your ties, kissing every inch of you. "Fucking brat."
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this is based on my Fractured Gojo - ty to my @uhnosav and @strychnynegirl for helping me with the idea and layout hehe <333
18+ imagine gojo fucking you with the dildo you bought to prepare yourself for his big dick
The first time you stumbled upon 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 fresh from the shower—unfiltered and completely bare—your breath hitched. Before you could even meet his gaze, your eyes were drawn downward, your eyes nearly bulging at the sight of the sheer, obscene length hanging between his legs. By then, you were convinced that he wasn't going to fit – at least, not easily. Your thesis was later proven to be correct when you had your first time with the ivory-haired male; tears immediately welled up in your eyes as you cried out in sheer pain. Of course, your boyfriend stopped his actions, making it his top priority to ensure your comfort and wellbeing. Since then, he didn't make any more advances – offering only his mouth and fingers for your pleasure, despite your many pleas telling him that you're ready.
It had been nearly a month now, and you had finally taken matters into your own hands. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. While Satoru was off on a mission, you stared intently at the laptop screen, scrolling through the myriad of sex toys that are put on sale. What better way is there to stop your lovely boyfriend from holding himself back any longer than to buy a dildo to prepare yourself for him? Undeniably the mere image of his twitching cock being held down by the confines of his boxers and trousers made your mouth water. Eventually, after a couple minutes, you click on checkout.
It’s the next day, and your boyfriend is still away for a mission, and you find yourself staring at the box sitting in front of your door in surprise — honestly, you had expected it to come in a week. But then again, you’re back to business. Rushing back inside your abode, you plop the box down onto the kitchen table, tearing the cardboard with a scissor in nimble movements. Lo and behold, the extra large rainbow dildo rests upon the palms of your hands.
Blushing, you stare down at the lewd toy and you gulp.
You plop yourself back onto the comfort of your soft mattress; the freshly washed dildo and the small bottle of lube splayed out across the bed. at this point, you were already bare – your bra being the only garment left on your body. Leaning back on the mattress, your back makes contact with the soft and gentle plush of your pillow. You stretch your legs wide open and lick a thin stripe of saliva against your finger, rubbing it against your folds. A hitched breath escapes from your lips as you align the tip of the dildo with your aching hole. God, you desperately wish it's your boyfriend instead.
All you can think about is Satoru; his body above yours, his eyes staring lovingly into yours as his soft lips graze against your own. You shut your eyes closed, softly biting onto your lip as you press the large tip against your entrance —
“Guess who’s home~” The door suddenly opens and in barges your boyfriend, and as if the angels had sent him a message because of how much you have missed him, he finally returns from his week long mission. However within seconds, you both jumped in surprise — despite wearing his blindfold, you could tell by the way his mouth was agape that his eyes were ogling at the sight of a dildo pressed against your slick cunt. “Rainbow?”
As an immediate response, you cross your legs together and tossed the toy to the side; feeling an intense wave of embarrassment wash over your whole entire body. You want to evaporate, you really do. Your face feels undeniably warm, looking at your boyfriend bashfully. “Welcome home, ‘Toru.”
Without any words, Satoru makes long strides to the bed and he presses his lips onto yours, almost greedily; his fingers trails to the back of your head, cupping it as he kisses you deeper. Shortly after, he pulls away from your lips, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together. you can only look at him, both aroused and embarrassed.
“Were you planning on surprising me with this, my love?” Your boyfriend questions you, tearing the black fabric off his face; revealing his cerulean eyes blown out in arousal. You can barely utter a response, the embarrassment is simply too much for you to bear.
“Can't say that i'm too happy about this, though. Seein' you use a plastic dick instead of my own is making me a lil' jealous, y'know?”
You press a soft kiss against his cheek, looking at the male bashfully, “I'm sorry baby, i just wanted to prepare myself so I can take you better. That’s all.”
As if your words have ignited some sort of flame within him, all signs of fatigue from his mission has evaporated and he pulls you in for another heated kiss. “You’re so fuckin’ cute,” he says in between kisses, “you know that?”
You’re unable to reply, your brain already feeling mushed from the way his lips mold so nicely against yours and his hands brushing against your thighs. You can only hum against his lips, though you’re barely keeping track of what he’s saying. But when you see his hand travel towards the toy, you felt your cheeks heat up even more when he decides to lube it once more upon inspecting it.
“Out of everything, why rainbow?”
“it’s the closest thing to your size,” you reply, your voice soft yet it’s dripping in arousal. “I didn’t want you to keep holding back for my sake.”
Satoru glanced down at the toy and right back at you, grinning cockily. “Cute. I hope you know that this is still pretty small compared to my dick.”
he leans to your ear, playfully slapping the toy against your pussy. “Say, baby. Do you mind if I help you prepare?”
Fuck. How can you say no to that? You nod your head eagerly towards your boyfriend, unable to control your desperation and arousal. Your gaze trails down towards Satoru’s trousers and you could immediately feel your mouth water — the sight of his fat cock restrained by the confines of the tight fabric is a sight you’ve definitely missed seeing.
You softly gasp at the sudden, cool sensation of the lube being sprayed onto your folds and then your eyes rolling back shortly after when he sticks his long and thick finger inside your heat — effortlessly kissing your g-spot with the tips of his thick fingers before pulling away, eliciting a small whine from you.
“you’re already squeezing so tightly around my finger,” Satoru comments, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “How are you going to take this dildo, let alone my dick, inside you?”
“I…” you try to find the words to speak, but a shocked squeak merely escaped your throat when he squirted a little bit of lube onto your juicy cunt; the cool liquid making your body jump slightly. Satoru chuckles softly at your reaction, leaning into your face to press a chaste kiss on your lips. “Sorry, hehe, you’re too cute I couldn’t help myself.”
He slides the tip of the dildo along your folds; starting from your clit to down your hole, pushing the tip ever so slightly to elicit a reaction out of you. You shiver slightly at the sensation, thrusting your hips softly against the plastic toy. There's no denying that you feel embarrassment washing over your entire being, yet there's also something awfully arousing about being at his complete submission.
“Try to relax yourself, 'kay baby?” You can hear Satoru's low voice ringing in your ears, dripping in complete arousal. You hum in response, eagerly nodding your head as you await his actions with your lips bitten in anticipation.
“Imagine that it’s my cock fucking you,” satoru says, chuckling deeply, “nice and deep.”
The moment he inserts the tip inside you, your toes immediately curl — your arms scrambling to find solace in his broad and brawny shoulders; your body writhing beneath his as he pushes the toy even deeper, deliciously stretching your velvety walls with his slow movements.
“Shit,” The ivory-haired male lets out a needy groan, his cerulean gaze locked onto your pussy; taking in the pornographic sight of your folds sucking the toy back in each time he pulls away — he’s unable to look away; he wants to see more.
“Baby, you think you take it even deeper?”
The sultry tone in Satoru’s voice sends immediate shocks of arousal straight to your heat, arching your back in delight when he presses his palm against the end of the dildo — pushing it deeper. He grins almost maniacally, relishing in the way you whimper so desperately for him; begging him to use his dick in lieu of a plastic toy.
“S-Satoru… please — I wan’ your cock so badly… Mmh—Oh!”
A loud mewl rips from your throat, your eyes widening as he slams the toy all the way; the head of the rainbow plastic cock planting a kiss on your cervix. You dig your nails deeper into his skin, your lips latching onto his shoulder to mask the desperate moans that threaten to escape your lips. Satoru licks his lips, his jaw clenching at your cute reactions.
He’s tempted, and that's an understatement — he's beyond horny and desperate, yet there's an inkling of curiosity egging him on; wanting to see how you'd react if it was his fat cock instead. He brushes a finger on your face, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear; leaving whispers of praise. After all, you’re taking the dildo so fucking well. He watches, amused, as he pulls the toy back – his eyes glued onto your slick juices coating the ridges before he slams in back inside, laughing almost sadistically when you let out a cry.
It isn't long before he increases his speed, his lips whispering sweet nothings in your ears as he relentlessly fucks the dildo inside your wall, and t's taking everything within him to ignore the ache dwelling in his pants – twitching within the confines of his boxers as he continues to pleasure you.
"F-fuck! 'Toru–mm! Please, baby, I-I'm so fuckin' close please I want your dick so badly – I p-promise i can take it now – Ah!"
Jaws slacked and eyes blown out in lust, he stares keenly at the juices trickling down your gaping hole; your thighs trembling and jumping each and every time he slams the rainbow toy inside you.
"Is that right?" Satoru grunts, licking his lips. He increases the fervour with his thrusts, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he imagines that it's his own cock going in and out of you.
"You're doing so fuckin' good, baby – takin' that toy like a fuckin' champ, yeah? I'll give you my dick right after this. You just have to cum good for me, 'kay?"
His groans comes in tandem with your lewd moans as nears you to your release. He truly revels the way your hips rock frantically against his hands, moaning desperately against his shoulder before you tense on the spot – your juices spraying all over his hand, dampening the bedsheets and a loud cry of his name leaves your trembling lips.
"Mmm... shit." Satoru sighs, staring down at you as he unbuckles his belt with ease, and your eyes snap over to his boxers; your mouth instantly watering at the sight of the humongous bulge as well as the pre-cum that dampened the grey fabric. A delicious sight. He slips out of the garment, almost teasingly and he laughs at the wanton look plastered across your face.
In languid movements, he rubs his giant dick in front of you; relishing in the sight of desperation that is plastered across your face while he teases you. "You've been so hungry for my cock, yeah? You're such a dirty, dirty girl."
"Please, 'Toru." you whimper, you can feel the tears of frustration slowly building up in your eyes. God, you want him so bad. Eventually, he returns to you; reconnecting his lips with yours in an arduous kiss. He leans you back to the mattress, his lips never once leaving yours as he unclasps your bra with one hand in ease. You gasp when you feel his hands immediately grasping at your soft mounds; his fingers rubbing, pulling and twisting at the erect buds.
When you pull away, a thin string of saliva is what was left that connected your lips together and you stare longingly at him through bated breaths — your breathing has gone even faster; your heart pounding against your chest as you watch Satoru align his cock to your needy cunt. It's going to happen now, you thought to yourself, biting your lips.
"Hey, baby. you think you can cum like that again?" He asks as he rubs his fat cock against your drenched folds, eliciting a sweet and needy moan from your lips.
Satoru has long lost his grasp on the remaining control he had on himself. There's a carnal look in his eyes, yet it only makes you all the more excited.
"I want you to cum like that on my dick this time, baby. You think you can give it to me?"
a/n: another one of my works from my previous blog ! hope u guys enjoyed reading it <3
asking toji what he thinks about babies takes a drastic turn.
featuring. . toji fushiguro.
warnings. . almost no plot ‘n all porn. self-indulgent! breeding kink. massive size difference/kink. pussy-eating. overstimulation. lots of baby/pregnancy talk. creampies. reader & toji are newly married. dry-humping. rough $ex. womb fucking. pussydrunk!toji. dumbification. mommy kink (toji loves calling reader ma/mama/etc) like three uses of daddy but not in that way. . thick!reader. reader wears glasses. lots of spit play. choking kink. pronebone/headlocks —> mating press.
sol’s notes. . this is the worst thing i’ve ever written sorry y’all. this is self-indulgent (reader’s implied to be brownskin) but it’s also everyone-friendly so everyone can read! & this took me like 3 days. . . @angelkiyo hi bae ><
“what’d you think about babies?”
it was a pointless conversation, really. there was no weight behind it, no foundation to rest on—yet it slid off your tongue anyway, leaving your ample lips in one soft breath.
well. . there was a hidden agenda in it. but you didn’t expect it to go far enough.
you didn’t even glance at him when you said it, eyes stuck on the book propped in your hands, oversized lenses perched on your nose. your body curled lazy against your husband on your shared marital bed, the thin cheetah-print nightdress clinging to every curve like it was painted on.
you didn’t expect toji to react. not with how wrapped up he seemed in the stupid tv-show flickering across the giant screen in front of you both. but then—he reached for the remote, lowering the volume. his stormy eyes cut into you, dragging slow over your frame before his head tilted, sharp and deliberate, to catch you in his sight.
"what do i think 'bout babies?" he repeated, almost as if you spoke another language to him.
it was only then that you tore your eyes off your book, closing it just enough for the pages to mush together. “. . yeah, what’chu think about them?”
toji shifted on the bed, the cheetah-print pants you’d teased him into wearing dragging against the black sheets. his muscles glistening in the warm tv light, hand rising slowly up his naked torso until it scratched lazily at the back of his neck, like he was buying himself time to think.
“babies ain't all bad. always dirty though,” he sighed, lips tugging into something crooked, “but i don’t not like ‘em.”
and if toji was ever an honest man, he’d admit that what just left his mouth was more lie than truth.
the thing was—he did like babies. always had. never thought he’d be the type, but something about those chubby little fists curling, the way they mumbled to themselves or passed out anywhere, it got to him.
and lately? he couldn’t even look at you without thinking about it.
he swear he doesn't know what's gotten into him, because all he thinks about is how good you’d look swollen with his kid. how it’d feel to finally fuck you raw without pulling out, to fill you up so deep and watch it take. he thought about it more often than he’d ever say out loud—most of the time, if not all. his pretty little wife, knocked up and glowing, waddling around the house in that same stupid nightdress that always drives him insane.
babies weren’t the menace. it was the thought of putting one in you that turned him into one.
you smiled at his words, finally closing the book and setting it down on the nightstand with a lazy stretch of your arm. when you turned back, the tv was nothing but noise in the background—at least to him. toji barely heard it anymore, not when this topic hung between you, not when your eyes lingered on him the way they did now.
“i like babies. like. . a lot,” you said, voice soft, almost playful, bambi-eyes wide as they searched his face. you hadn’t even noticed how close you’d shifted, your warm thighs pressing into the thick muscle of his own, the contact sending something sharp and electric through his veins.
“yeah?” the corner of his scarred mouth tugged up, slow and knowing, his body leaning in as if gravity demanded it. “what’chu like about ‘em?”
you twisted a little in your spot, angling toward him, and the nightdress dipped just enough to frame the heavy swell of your tits. they squished together perfectly, and toji’s eyes couldn’t help but wander—dragging from your pretty lashes behind the frames of your glasses, down the line of your lips, to your throat, your chest, your waist. . and your hips. every curve calling to him like it was built just for his hands. (they are)
you tilted your head, lips curling as if you were buying time, and it killed him that he had to wait for your answer.
“they’re little and stupid,” you finally giggled, the sound soft, sinful in how it wrapped around him. your lashes fluttered as you leaned in a touch more, a cheeky smile tugging at your mouth. “can’t think for shit—and they’re sooo cute with their lil’ pouts.”
toji’s throat worked as he swallowed, his tongue swiping slow across his bottom lip, eyes refusing to leave you. the air between you was heavy now, charged, and the way you said cute almost sounded like you weren’t talking about babies at all.
but what he couldn’t catch—though you swore it was obvious—was the raw ache simmering in your eyes. the restless want in your every little movement.
heat had been coiling low in your tummy all night, licking up into that already-sappy spot between your thighs. the stupid cheetah-print nightdress didn’t help, clinging to you like a second skin, outlining everything you wished was in his hands.
god—you wanted them there.
wanted his rough palms dragging up your thighs, groping at your hips, slipping under the thin strap to cup your tits. wanted his voice in your ear, filthy and deep, talking about what he’d do to you while bending you into positions you never thought of. you wanted him to fuck you into something unrecognizable, to breed you until you were swollen and round with his kid.
that was the real reason for this baby talk. a trap laid out in soft words, hoping he’d take the bait—snap, flip you onto your back, and ruin you until his cum was leaking down your thighs and you couldn’t walk right for days. but for all his strength, for all his sharpness, toji fushiguro could be very fucking oblivious sometimes.
he laughed at your words, low and careless, though his eyes still wandered down your plush body like he couldn’t help himself. you laughed with him, masking the hunger burning hotter in your chest, hiding the way your pulse pounded in your throat. but it was getting harder to contain—it was spilling through your touches, your smiles, the way your thighs shifted restlessly against his.
and finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“anyway—” sliding your glasses off and throwing them over to the nightstand, your tongue swept over your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, your breath hitching just enough to betray you. “do y’know why i brought this baby talk up?”
toji shook his head. “indulge me, ma.”
fuck, his voice. low, rough, curling through your body until it sat heavy in your stomach. were you ovulating? it felt like it—your pulse skipped, heat pooling low, thighs shifting with restless want. your breath came out shaky, a little uneven, as you weighed your next move.
do you keep circling this conversation? or do you drag him down on top of you and end it?
and then it struck you.
you pushed yourself up slowly, deliberately, closing the distance until your body pressed flush against his.
“i only brought this up—” you whispered, eyes locked to his. your abundant lashes lowered, gaze turning molten as you drank in the storm of grey staring back at you. your meaty thigh lifted over his hips, deliberate and unhurried, until you were straddling him, settling your weight onto his lap.
the shift stole his breath. your nightdress clung tighter than ever, thin fabric riding up your thighs as your hips met his. his hands twitched at his sides, torn between restraint and need, while his jaw tightened, lips parting with a soundless exhale.
your panties betrayed you instantly.
the lace was already damp, your slick heat pressing right against the ridge of his pants. you rolled your hips down just enough to feel him—thick, hardening beneath the satin fabric—and the friction sparked through you, leaving your breath trembling. his eyes dropped, flicking from your parted lips to your heavy tits right at his face, then lower, as though he couldn’t decide where to gorge himself first.
“is ‘cause. .” your voice faltered into a hush, the weight of your want tipping through every syllable.
you finally sat down fully on him, grinding faintly, your wetness bleeding through lace, threatening to mark his pants. your lips curved into something sinful, your gaze never breaking his.
“'s cause i wan’ a baby with you, toji.”
oh.
toji’s mind snapped blank. his eyes stayed locked on yours, heavy-lidded and dark, while his big hands clamped down on your waist like he couldn’t stop himself. you seriously wanted a baby with him?
the thought ricocheted through him, burning every rational scrap left in his brain. four months married. four months of breaking the bed, of you moaning his name into the sheets, of him pulling out when all he wanted was to stay buried in you. was that even long enough to start a family?
fuck it. he didn’t care.
he never cared about numbers or timing or what made sense—he cared about you. the way you looked sitting on him now, plush ass pressed against his hips, your pussy clenching around nothing while you trembled for him.
“f-fuck, ma. . you’re serious?” his voice broke, breathless, already drunk on your weight and heat. “you really want a baby w’me?”
the fact that he was still asking while you ground against him—slow, soft rolls of your hips that pressed your soaked panties right against his hard dick—bordered on ridiculous. he could feel you, could feel how wet you were, and yet he needed your words like proof.
“really, really, really wan’ a baby with you,” you breathed, voice shaking with want as you leaned in closer. “think you’ll make a good daddy.”
fuck. fuck. the way you said it—low, sultry, soaked in need—snapped him clean in half. his whole body shuddered under you, control unraveling in an instant.
“y’don’ know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, mama,” he growled, but the warning was already an empty threat. his lips crashed onto yours before the sentence even finished, hard and hungry, tongue sliding past your lips to taste every whimper spilling from your mouth.
the kiss was molten-hot, sloppy, all tongue and teeth and need.
you sighed into it, hands finding his nape, grinding down harder now, dragging your swollen clit against the thickness straining beneath his pants. toji groaned into your mouth, the sound deep and guttural, his hands roaming lower until they cupped the heavy swell of your ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise.
“taste so good,” he muttered against your lips before kissing you again, sucking your tongue into his mouth like he was starving.
one hand slid up your back, huge palm pressing between your shoulder blades to force your chest against his. your tits spilled over his chest, nipples pebbling through the thin fabric of your nightdress, and he rolled his hips up into yours.
the friction had you gasping, head tipping back, and he chased your throat immediately—biting, sucking, marking you until your fawn skin was blooming with heat under his mouth. “you sayin’ that shit and sittin’ on me like this—shit, mama, you’re g'na make me lose it,” he groaned, dragging his teeth across the curve of your neck.
your hips rocked again, deliberately this time, grinding slow and deep against the hard length under you. his dick twitched, and his moan vibrated against your skin. “want it,” you whispered into his hair, your nails clawing at his shoulders.
“wan' you t'make me a mommy, toji. want your baby.”
he cursed again, voice ragged. “mm. . you keep talkin’ like that, and i’m not stoppin’ till you are fuckin’ pregnant.”
your mouth shapes a sloppy 'o' as he grabs the hem of your nightdress, shoving it up rough, his knuckles grazing your thighs as he yanked it higher. when his hand found the damp lace between your legs, his hiss filled the air—sharp, low, like it cut through his teeth.
“already fuckin’ soaked. fuckin’ knew it.”
his hand mesed against your panties, trailing dark until his thumb finds and presses against your clit. you jerk in his lap, clutching onto him tighter, a broken moan falling past your lips. he smirked against your throat, fingers pressing harder into you through the thin fabric.
“gon' make you a mama tonight,” he murmured, filthy and certain.
“wanna fuck you till you can’t think ‘bout nothin’ but my kid sittin’ righttt here.” his free hand flattened against your lower stomach, holding you down against his dick like he was already claiming the space.
you couldn’t hold back the messy moan as you drag his lips back onto yours, tongues sliding, lips slick and wet like you were trying to drink each other in. toji works his way past your panties, thick fingers playing with your folds and spreading your mess, dragging your slick everywhere like he’s already marking you up.
his other hand leaves your stomach, big and greedy, gliding up your body until he’s rolling your nipples through the thin fabric of your nightdress, before sliding higher and latching tight around your throat.
he squeezes once, firm and deliberate, and your pussy clenches on nothing, body jolting like you’re about to cum from the pressure alone. your head spins, vision a little fuzzy, all of it boiling down to one truth: you want nothing but your husband. you want his seed.
you want his baby.
his fingers move like he’s studying you, sliding up your folds before finding your clit once again, pressing in with slow, cruel circles that make your thighs twitch around his waist.
you break the kiss with a gasp, panting heavy into his mouth, eyes glazed and fixed on his like he’s the only man left on earth. “fu–fuck. .” your voice shivers, a string of spit hanging between your lips and his.
he smirks, lazy and dangerous. “sound so needy, mama. pussy's already throbbin’ and 'm not even inside you yet.” his thumb presses harder on your clit, rubbing rougher and messier, and your hips buck down against his lap, grinding your soaked panties right over his hard dick.
he leans in, breath hot against your ear. “gon’ let me put a baby in you? hm? take it all nice and deep like my pretty wife should?”
your body answers before your mouth can.
you rock down harder, dragging your pussy along his length, soaking his pants, shamelessly moaning into his neck.
toji chuckles, low and filthy, as his fingers slip under your panties for real this time. thick, calloused fingers part your folds and sink inside you, two at once, stretching you so easy from how wet you already are. “fuuckk, you’re gushin’—look at that, mama. greedy lil' pussy tryna swallow my fingers.”
you whine, clawing at his shoulders, your walls clenching tight around him. "h-haah, toji, i—"
he curls his fingers deep and presses his palm to your clit, working you open while his other hand keeps your throat snug in his grip.
his eyes stay locked on yours, stormy and wild, as if the sight of you coming undone might be the only thing he ever needs again.
he sticks his tongue out while smiling feral, that wet pink thing sliding against yours, trapping it in another kiss that feels like drowning. spit dribbles down both your chins, dripping onto your tits where the thin cheetah-print clings, making the fabric darker. it’s all tongue now—sloppy, hot, endless—as he sucks on yours like he’s feeding off every sigh you let slip.
his fingers are merciless, two thick digits curling in a steady come-hither, scissoring your gummy walls until they spasm around him. your whole body shudders, thighs trembling hard against his waist, and you swear you feel slick soaking through the front of his sweats.
“m-mmpf, y-you’re g-g’na make me cum like th-this.” you whine into his mouth, messy words barely forming through the kiss, hips chasing his hand like your body already belongs to him.
yet toji doesn’t slow down.
he doesn’t even flinch. your pleasure is his, your cries are his, and he takes them like payment, like proof that you’re breaking down just for him. his fingers work faster, harder, curling deep inside you while his broad palm grinds down ruthlessly on your swollen clit. you let out a tiny, desperate cry, half-breath, half-moan, that has his thick dick twitching beneath you.
“thaaat's it,” he growls into your lips, dragging his tongue down to your throat.
he tilts your head back with the same hand that’s choking you, exposing your neck as his tongue licks and latches onto skin, biting and sucking with heat that borders on ravening.
“can feel you’re close, ma. she's clenchin’ all over my fingers, huh?” his voice is wrecked, ragged, dripping with want.
“you wanna cum already?” he teases against your throat, tongue lapping over the fresh mark. his fingers piston into you faster, curling cruelly, pushing you toward that edge whether you want it or not.
"y-yesss, wanna cu-cum so bad—f-fuuck, 'm—!" your nails rake down his broad shoulders, mouth hanging open on broken gasps, your hips rolling frantically against the heel of his hand. you can’t hold it back—your body jerks, thighs shaking around him as your pussy clenches tight, creaming all over his fingers.
toji doesn’t stop. not when you cry out his name.
not when you almost go limp against his chest. his pace only drags your orgasm out, milking every ounce until you’re sobbing into his neck, voice cracking as you beg for reprieve.
he pulls his fingers out slow, glistening with your slick, and shoves them into your mouth. “taste it,” he mutters, eyes heavy-lidded, dick straining against his sweats.
“taste how bad you want my baby.”
your eyes roll back as you suck on his fingers, still tasting your own spend, tongue swirling around them like you’re starved. you swear it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted in all your years, moaning shamelessly as he pushes them deeper down your throat, gagging you just enough to make your sappy pussy throb.
toji’s grin grows downright feral, flashing nearly all thirty-two teeth, his stormy eyes glinting with hunger. he pulls his fingers out slow, savoring the wet drag of your lips, watching the way you chase after him like a woman possessed.
“tell me how it tastes, mama.” he rasps, voice low and dangerous.
your half-lidded eyes lock onto his, dripping heat and want. “tastes so fuckin’ good.” you pant, shameless, tongue still pressed to the roof of your mouth like you can’t let his taste go.
toji exhales a rough, broken sigh, hands sliding to grab greedy at the fat curve of your ass, squeezing like he owns it. his cock twitches beneath you, straining through the satin of his sweats, and you can feel every inch—thick, hard, begging to split you open. your slick-soaked panties do nothing to mute the heat between you, your cunt throbbing as you shift against him.
he feels it too—the damp heat, the needy tremble in your thighs. his grip tightens, smirk growing sharper. “hope you ain’t think this was it, ma,” he drawls, voice dripping filth, “we're jus' gettin’ started.”
before you can pout again, his big hands are on you—flipping you onto your back with no effort, pressing you down into the satin pillows.
your nightdress hikes up, tits spilling free, peeking heavy and flushed through thin fabric. your thighs spread instinctively, wet heat glistening at the center, as if your body’s already begging him in ways your lips can’t. he hooks those same two fingers in your panties, pulling them down so they pool at your ankles and then off completely.
toji cages you in, thick arms braced on either side of your head, his massive frame blotting out everything but him. his hips grind down slow against yours, dick grinding right against your soaked core, and you can’t help the broken moan that rips from your throat.
your cheeks burn hot under the weight of his stare—hungry, wolfish, eating you alive. he chuckles low, like he’s caught your every secret thought.
“you’re so pretty like this, doll.” his voice is molten, gravel and heat, dripping over your skin. he leans down to kiss you, wet, punishing, before trailing his mouth across your cheek, down your jaw. “makes me jus’ wanna fuckin’ ruin you right here.”
his tongue drags slow and cruel along the line of your jaw before his scarred lips latch onto your neck.
he bites, sucks, leaving deep bruises over fading ones, marking over what’s already his. his hips rut harder against you, heavy dick throbbing against your clit until you’re gasping and arching beneath him.
“sooo fuckin' wet,” he mutters against your throat, lips still sucking bruises as one of his hands slips down to yank your nightdress up, exposing the full swell of your tits. his mouth leaves your neck just long enough to drag down, leaving a wet trail, and latch onto one nipple, sucking wet and hard, tongue circling cruelly as his teeth graze sensitive flesh.
your back arches, a cry tumbling from your lips, and his free hand’s already palming the curve of your pussy, pressing against your sappy core with a groan. "o-oh fu-fuck, toji—"
“gon' breed this pussy till you can’t walk,” he pants into your chest, voice muffled by spit-slick skin, “fill you up so full you won’t ever forget who put it there.”
he slides lower, broad chest pressing against the mattress, until he’s nothing but a head between your thighs.
his grip tightens, big veiny arms locking around your waist and stomach like he’s anchoring you there, like he’s never letting you leave. your legs fall easily over his shoulders, thick thighs caged tight around his head, and the sight alone makes his cock throb against the bed.
he doesn’t rush, though you can see his hunger tearing at the seams of his control. he drags his mouth across the soft inner flesh of your thighs, wet and open-mouthed, leaving trails of spit and bruises that’ll still be there tomorrow.
it isn’t just kissing—it’s damn near making out with your thighs, tasting every inch of you like you’re already spread on his tongue.
your clit throbs helplessly, aching for him, and your chest rises with heavy, uneven breaths. “t-toji. .” you whimper, head tipping back, but your eyes can’t stay away—dragged down to meet the storm of his.
his gaze locks with yours, sharp and molten. lips glisten, chin already wet with your slick he smeared there from teasing, and his voice rumbles deep and low, baritone vibrating straight through your core.
“you ready, pretty girl?”
before your brain can even catch up, before the word yes can leave your lips, his mouth is already there.
hot, wet, perfect—his tongue flattens against your pussy in one long, greedy lick, and you nearly jolt off the bed.
he moans into you, deep and guttural, like he’s the one being fed. his tongue curls, nose pressing into your clit as he eats like a man starved, dragging you closer until his face is buried completely in your cunt.
you cry out, fists twisting into the sheets, thighs trembling around his head as his tongue plunges between your folds, drinking you down with messy, slurping sounds that echo in the room. spit and slick mix on his lips, dripping down his chin, but he doesn’t stop—not even to breathe properly. he lives in it, mouth glued to you, tongue fucking you open while his nose nuzzles and grinds your clit with every movement.
“h-aah! hnnng, toji!” your wail break apart, body twitching, already teetering.
his eyes flick up, devilish, half-lidded but sharp, watching you fall apart above him. he hums into your pussy, the vibration sending another wave of slick gushing onto his tongue, and he drinks every drop.
“sweetest fuckin’ thing i ever tasted,” he growls against you, before diving back in like he’ll never let you go.
his mouth devours you like he’s been starving all his life, and you’re the first real meal he’s ever had.
his tongue drags flat from your entrance to your clit, slow at first, savoring, before circling and lapping like he’s trying to learn every single twitch of your body. your thighs quiver around his head, but his arms are locked tight around your waist, dragging you down harder onto his mouth, forcing you to give him everything.
“pl-please, 'm g'na fuckin’ c-cum again,” your cry comes out cracked, messy, as his tongue flicks quick and precise over your clit.
toji pauses just long enough to suck it between his lips, pulling with obscene wet sounds before flattening his tongue against it again, grinding his mouth into your pussy until slick runs down his chin. he moans like he’s drunk on you, low and guttural, the vibrations shaking through your cunt. every hum, every moan, feels deliberate—like he knows how it’ll make you gush.
your fingers fly to his hair, tugging hard, but he only groans louder into you, rutting his face deeper between your folds. “thaat's it, mama,” he rasps, voice muffled against your wetness. “fuck my face. wan' you ta' make a fuckin' mess on me.”
your hips stutter, rocking against his mouth without thought, chasing the pressure of his tongue circling tight around your clit. it builds unbearably fast, heat curling low in your stomach, legs locking around his head.
“fu-oohh fuuuck, toji—don’t stop—'m cumming!”
he doesn’t. he presses harder, tongue relentless, sucking and licking like he’ll die if he pulls away. the coil quickly snaps! your orgasm crashing through you, pussy spasming as you scream his name, cream spilling against his mouth.
but toji still doesn’t let up.
not even when you’re shaking, not even when you’re whining that it’s too much. he rides your orgasm out, tongue stroking you gentle, lazy licks until the sharp edge dulls, until you’re twitching and gasping against the pillows. you try to catch your breath, chest heaving, but his eyes flick up—dark, starved, feral—and you know he isn’t finished.
“mm, still twitchin’,” he mutters against your pussy, lips brushing your swollen clit as he speaks. “two ain’t enough, baby.”
and then he’s sucking hard, messy and greedy, drawing desperate sounds from your throat all over again. he slides his tongue lower, fucking into your soaked entrance, curling deep while his nose rubs your clit with every motion.
your back arches, fists knotted in his hair, body caught between running away and shoving him closer. you’re babbling nonsense now, legs trembling, heat building all over again way too fast.
“t-toji, i can’t—'m gonna cum a-again!”
he moans into you, tongue plunging deeper, eating every word. his arms tighten around your waist, locking you down until you’re sitting heavy on his mouth, until every gush of slick is swallowed down his throat.
and that third orgasm rips through you even harder than the second. your body jerks violently, spend whipping his mouth and face, thighs clamping tight around his head as you cry out, tears springing in your eyes from how raw, how overwhelming it feels. he moans like he’s the one cumming, drunk off the taste of you, tongue lapping every drop like he’ll never let a single drop go to waste.
when it finally ebbs, you collapse against the pillows, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and spent—and he still won’t stop kissing your folds, licking you slow, like you’re dessert after the main course.
“that's three,” he rasps against your swollen cunt, pressing one last wet kiss to your clit. “and 'm not even inside you yet.”
oh.
you’re breathless, shaking, fucked-out already, and the both of you haven’t even indulged in the real thing yet.
but you’re greedy. needy. your whole body screams for more, for him, for the thick weight of his dick filling you until there’s nothing left. you want his child inside you, want to be bred full ‘til it’s dripping down your thighs, until you’re swollen and heavy with him.
toji wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, tongue sliding slow across his scarred lips to catch the taste of you still clinging there. his eyes are heavy, storm-dark, like he’s drunk off the mess he’s already pulled from your body.
you sigh softly, legs trembling as you shift, coaxing him up from between your thighs. your pussy's raw, sensitive, still wetting the sheets beneath you, and when you sit upright, you blink slow and heavy, lashes sticky from the tears he already pulled out of you.
he’s on you in a heartbeat, hands everywhere, palming your tits through the ruined nightdress, sliding over your ass, gripping your waist so hard it leaves faint crescents.
you can’t help but smile at how hungry he still is for you, thoughts slipping hazy and molten in your fucked-out head.
“t-toji.” you breathe, barely more than a whisper, but it hooks him instantly. his eyes flick up to yours, jaw flexing, chest still rising heavy.
“hm? what’s on your mind now, pretty?” his voice is rough, still ragged from moaning into your pussy, kiss-swollen bottom lip caught between his teeth.
you hum, rolling your hips slow against him as the thought finally locks into place, soft and sinful. “wanna. . wanna try somethin’.”
his brows furrow, suspicion painting his face even as his hands keep roaming like he can’t stop touching you.
and then you move—sliding down onto your stomach, arms stretching out against the sheets and by your neck, ample ass slightly tipping up into the air. your nightdress rides higher with every subtle wiggle of your hips, until it’s bunched above your waist, tits spilling against the mattress, fat cheeks spreading enough to reveal just how wet and messy you still are for him.
the sight makes his dick throb painfully in his sweats.
“but we’ve already done that before, ma.” he grits out, voice taut, like he’s trying to hold himself together.
you glance back lazily over your shoulder, lips parted, smile hazy and filthy. “i know. . but this one’s different.” your voice drips with need, teasing, coaxing, as your ass shifts again, the jiggle intentional, sinful.
his throat bobs, eyes glued to the way you’re presenting yourself to him, pussy glistening and waiting.
“get over me, ’ji.”
the way you say it—breathy, demanding, dripping with promise—snaps something in him.
he wastes no time climbing over you, thighs pressing against the outsides of your own, pinning you flat into the mattress. pronebone. your cheek sinks into the sheets, the scent of sex heavy in the air, your bare pussy already leaving slick stains from where you sat beneath you.
you glance back over your shoulder, eyes glassy, lashes wet, and slide two fingers into the waistband of his sweats. slow. teasing.
you drag the fabric down his hips, down the sharp cut of his v-line. he lets you, even helps you, rolling his hips to shrug them lower until they hit his ankles, dangling off the bed before he kicks them off entirely.
and then the boxers come.
his dick springs free—angry, swollen, wet with pre already, smacking heavy against his abdomen. the sight knocks the breath out of you, obscene, monstrous—nearly the size of your forearm, thick as your wrist, mushroom head flushed red and glistening like it’s begging to split you open and kiss your cervix.
your mouth falls open, a little drop of drool pooling at the corner of your lips as you stare.
toji braces his hands on either side of your head, arms caging you in.
the sheer bulk of him is dizzying, veins bulging along his forearms, biceps flexing, muscles carved and coiled like they could snap your spine in half. he notices the way your eyes fixate on his cock, the hunger leaking off you, and a low laugh curls from his chest.
“like what you see?” his voice is gravel. “look at you starin’.”
your breath shudders as he takes himself in hand, stroking his dick slow, spreading his pre-cum over the thick shaft until it gleams. you crane your neck, stretching to watch his fist slide up and down, every drag slick, your thighs rubbing together beneath you because you’re already desperate for him.
your pussy clenches around nothing, needy and empty.
“you ready f’me, ma?” he murmurs, leaning closer until his mouth hovers by your ear. his free hand slides up your back, over your waist, pinning you harder into the bed.
you tilt your face up, lips parted, thighs parted even wider now, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. your voice catches, shaky. “mhmm. . y-yeah, ‘m ready, ‘ji.”
toji's flushed tip drags through your folds, mean and heavy, smearing pre-cum and slick together, catching against your swollen clit just enough to make you gasp.
“sh-shit,” you whimper, legs twitching.
he chuckles again, but this time it’s darker, feral. “yeah? open this pretty pussy up f’me then. gon' split you in half, mama. stuff you full ‘til you’re drippin’ with my cum.”
and then he pushes forward.
the thick, swollen head catches at your entrance, sliding in, stretching you slow, obscene. your greedy walls flutter, sucking him in inch by fat inch, your slick coating him as he moans into your neck.
“ha—fuuck,” he grits out, jaw locking, his chest heaving above you.
your fingers claw at the sheets, muffled cries spilling out as he eases deeper, your sweet and sappy pussy straining around the fat of him, the stretch delicious and unbearable at once. when his tip nudges past your cervix, you gasp, vision going white at the edges.
“m-mph! it's—you're right—”
he stills, buried to the hilt, his cock thick and throbbing inside you. the fullness makes your toes curl, your entire body trembling beneath him.
“breathe, ma,” he rasps, kissing the side of your head, though his voice is nothing but smug sin. “ain’t even started yet. wanna make you cum all over this dick before i give you my baby.”
and when he starts to move, it’s like every nerve in your body ignites.
toji's dick slides out and back in, each stroke dragging veins along your walls, the head kissing past your cervix and pressing at the exact spot that makes your vision swim. he hasn’t even started a real pace, but it feels too fast, too perfect—like he’s already pounding straight into your center.
you’re stupid for him.
eyes threatening to cross, breath scattering into little broken sounds. every thrust paints you with heat; every roll of his hips pulls something hungry from deep in your chest. the thought of him wrecking you and filling you up to the brim sends another hot ripple through you—you can feel yourself leaking down the front of his thighs, slick and sticky and claiming him.
“talk t'me. what’s on your mind, wife?” he asks, voice low and rough between thrusts like he’s teasing you for clarity. your head is fog, words barely forming, syllables falling out as moans.
“i—i, oohhh! i can’t—”
he groans, hips slamming with a hard, measured anger that makes the bed creak. “hck—can’t hear you, doll. tell me how you feel.”
his palm slaps heavy against your lower back, keeping you pressed to him while his other hand tangles in your hair, holding your head for the next wave.
you try to form it—want, need, panic wrapped in want—and it comes out ragged, half moan, half plead. “wan’ you to. . f-fuuck, please. faster. be r-rough. don’ stop until i-i pass out.” your hand claws at his arm, nails tracing red irritated lines through his skin, voice unraveling with each word.
he laughs, dark and sharp, then answers the prayer with action. "your wish is my command, baby."
his feet plant hard, hips coil, and he drives into you like a man who’s been starving. the pace picks up—long, punishing strokes that slam into you so deep your knees shake. every strike is a promise and a bruise; every pull out leaves you hollow and aching, desperate for the next hit.
his arm snakes under your throat and curls up, a possessive headlock that presses your chin, exposes your neck. the pressure makes your breath hitch and your moans turn higher, the combination of choke and thrust sending sparks behind your eyes.
“y'like when i fuck you like this?” he groans, voice rough against your ear, and then he punishes you exactly how you asked.
he takes you harder, faster, rougher, no mercy. one hand claws into your hip while the other pins your shoulder, leaving you helpless and perfectly displayed. you feel him hammering the base of you, the whole of him forcing your walls to open and close around his length, each hit a hard declaration—mine.
he buries himself to the hilt, every stroke flattening the world until it’s only the press of his pelvis and the slap of skin.
"uhhnn, tojiii!" you scream with him, your name tangled with his, and it’s obscene how much that sound spurs him on. his mouth finds the side of your neck, teeth grazing, tongue dragging bruises into your skin as he whispers filthy promises between thrusts, about the baby, about filling you, about marking you until there’s no forgetting.
"mmpf, who's fuckin' you like this?" he asks, tongue now glazing your ear, fueled with heat and need.
"you—" you try to answer, but with the way his hips collide against yours, the way his tip punches into your womb, pussy stretched around his girthy dick, it fell to deaf ears.
"hah—" he drives into you even harder, long strokes enough to make him whimper. "c-can't hear you, mami. i said—who's fuckin' you like this?"
your eyes go crossed, mouth hanging in a fucked-out smile as you moan pornographically. "'s y-you! y'r, f-fuuuck, fuckin' me like th-this!"
and he laughs. laughs, as he squeezes his arm around your throat, earning a masochistic gasp from you. "yeaah, y’r right. 's aaallll me right here. turnin' my pretty wife into a dumb mess."
your body responds in waves.
first a hot, bright snap—an orgasm that rips through you from the base of your spine to the tips of your fingers, your pussy clenching hard, milking him as he pounds into that tightness, drawing a strangled, animal sound from his throat.
"sh-shiittt, 's a tight fuckin' pussy here. tryna milk me early, hm?"
yet he keeps going; he doesn’t let you fall from the edge. instead he stretches you back over the cliff, punishing, needy, insatiable.
the second blow hits faster, harder, deeper. he finds that one angle where your walls flutter and collapse and you lose yourself again, harder this time, tears prickling because it’s too much and also exactly what you begged for. your legs shake around him, hips bucking with each of his thrusts, mouth open, tasting cotton and salt and the sharp heat of the moment.
his big, veiny bicep tightens around your throat again, and it sends hot lightning bolts down your spine, straight to your pussy.
your walls spasm around him, squeezing so tight he groans through gritted teeth. your eyes roll back, spit slipping from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets.
you look ruined, and he fucking loves it.
toji’s voice breaks in a rasp, hips faltering just a second before he drives back in, his fat, swollen tip slamming against your womb like he’s trying to bruise it. “h-mm, never thought ya liked being choked like that,” he chuckles, breath sharp, hips pistoning into you harder and harder just to watch your ass ripple with each stroke. “that shit really turns you on, mama?”
your body answers before your mouth does—clenching, shivering, dripping.
the slap of his cock into you is wet, obscene, echoing around the room. drool dribbles from your open lips, staining the pillow, and the only sounds you manage are broken whimpers and babbles.
“p-please—f-fuck!,” you choke out, voice strangled, your words ruined under the pressure of his arm and the pounding of his dick.
toji laughs, low and cruel in your ear, hips grinding deeper like he’s savoring every spasm of your cunt. “really does turn you on. look at you—can’t even, ngh—speak, jus’ droolin’ and takin’ me like a slut.” his teeth scrape your jaw, his breath hot.
“pretty wife of mine and you’re this easy for a chokehold. pathetic, yeah?”
the word pathetic makes your pussy clamp even tighter, and he snarls, rutting rougher, sweat dripping from his chest onto your back.
“fuck—y’like when i’m mean to you. don’ even deny it.” his arm flexes tighter around your throat, not enough to cut your air completely but enough to make every thrust sharper, brighter, overwhelming.
his free hand claws into your hip, fingers bruising, dragging you back to meet each thrust.
your ass bounces, flesh jiggling against his pelvis with every punishing hit. you can feel the way his dick splits you open, the stretch obscene, the veins dragging and pulsing against every swollen inch of your walls. it was like he was deep in your stomach.
“gon’ keep choking you ‘til you cum on me again. y’hear me?” he pants, hips slamming harder, his balls slapping against your clit in sloppy rhythm. “want ya t’gush all over me while i squeeze that pretty throat. fuckin’ give it to me.”
and with a pathetic wail—“wait t-tojiii—‘m c-cumming again!” you do.
your body obeys before your brain could even comprehend—sappy cunt spasming violently, gummy walls clamping, slick pouring out onto his cock and down your thighs. you scream his name, the sound breaking under the choke, high and messy. your nails claw at the sheets, at his arm, at anything you can reach, your whole body shuddering through the orgasm.
toji groans, head tilting back, voice sharp and feral. “ohhh f-fuuuck, there she go. makin’ a mess, huh? knew you’d love it. knew you’d fuckin’ melt for me.”
he doesn’t let up. his thrusts stay mean, punching your womb over and over, dragging your orgasm out until you’re thrashing beneath him, drool and tears smearing your face.
then his hand slides down your spine, slapping your ass hard enough to make your back arch. “not done. not until i stuff you so full it’s leaking outta you.” his cock twitches inside you, heavy and swollen, grinding deep with purpose.
“wanna breed this pretty pussy good, mama. give you what you been beggin’ for.”
and with the choke, the pace, the filthy promise dripping from his mouth—you know he’ll fuck you into another climax before he even thinks about filling you.
and he does.
it doesn’t take long until another orgasm rips through you—white-hot and merciless, pleasure snapping your spine into an arch, eyes rolling so far back your lashes flutter uselessly.
a fucked-out grin curls across your lips, broken moans spilling out. and with the way your cunt milks him, clenching down and squirting across the sheets and his shaft, has his own climax barreling toward him fast.
“o-oh—sh-shiit, ‘m gonna cum. you takin’ it? you takin’ every drop i’m givin’ ya?” his voice breaks, hips slamming into you harder, faster, cock bullying your gummy walls like they’re made to mold around him.
you can’t even think anymore—your brain’s nothing but static and fire, pleasure ripping you raw. but you still manage, barely, to choke out your wrecked babbles, filthy moans catching in your throat. “fu-fuck yesss, p-please cum inside—fill me up, wanna be dripping, wanna you t’knock me up, ohhh!”
toji’s balls draw tight, heavy, and then he breaks.
a grunt that shreds into whimpers leaves his throat as his dick jerks inside you, spilling thick, hot ropes into your cunt. he buries himself to the hilt, grinding against your womb as if he could push it deeper, as if he could force your body to take.
the warmth spreads fast, coating every inch of you, painting your walls white. your spasming pussy clutches at him greedily, like you don’t want to let a single drop escape.
you’re smiling again, delirious from it, eyes wet and lips trembling as he stuffs you full. his moans are pitiful—raw, needy pants and whines tearing from his chest, the sound of a man too far gone, drowning in the feel of your sappy pussy squeezing him dry.
and even when he’s emptied himself, he stays there, cock twitching deep, still rutting small, messy thrusts just to watch your pussy gush around him, just to hear the squelch of his seed spilling out of you.
“that’s one from me,” he pants, pressing a sloppy kiss against your damp forehead. his arm slips from around your throat, sliding under your body as he shifts—then he’s flipping you like you weigh nothing, laying you on your back again with a grunt.
“and one ain’t enough, mama.”
he’s above you in an instant, spreading your thighs apart lazily, like he’s unwrapping a gift he already knows is his. his gaze drops, sharp and hungry, zeroing in on the mess between your legs. his cum’s already spilling out of you, dripping in thick white trails down your folds and onto the sheets.
you’re panting hard, chest heaving, tits bouncing with every shaky breath.
your legs cling to his narrow waist, toes curling, body twitching from the overstimulation of being fucked raw and stuffed full.
your eyes are heavy, half-lidded, but you still catch the grin spreading across his face. he’s glowing with it—the filth, the pride—as he stares at your wrecked, glistening pussy like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters, voice low, thick with reverence and filth all at once.
he leans down, pressing his forehead close to yours, his breath mixing with yours as he lifts your legs higher, tossing them over his shoulders. your fat thighs squeeze against his chest, your knees pushing up to your tits, locking you into the dirtiest and meanest mating press.
his dick—still heavy, still twitching—is poised right at your ruined entrance, hovering, dripping.
“how you feelin’, doll? feel full already?” his tone is a mockery, sweet but sharp, knowing damn well you can barely form a word.
your lips part, but all that slips out is a broken whimper, a moan that cracks halfway.
toji just smirks wider. “thought so.”
he pushes forward, letting the fat and mean head of his cock press into your abused folds, smearing his own cum across your pussy before pushing it back inside you, inch by antagonizing inch. the stretch makes your eyes water instantly, your body twitching, pussy fluttering helplessly around the intrusion.
“yeaaah,” he moans, breath fanning over your lips as his cock bullies deeper, forcing his cum deeper inside you, stuffing you even fuller.
“you’ll feel real full after this one, ma. pump you so thick you won’t be able to hold it.”
he presses his weight down, folding you in half, his hips grinding hard against yours until he’s buried to the hilt again. you could feel him in your stomach with his tip protruding into your womb once again. his balls slap against your ass, cock stretching you to the brink, and he groans into your mouth—raw, filthy, desperate.
“g’na keep fuckin’ it in,” he pants, eyes blazing, “until this sweet lil’ pussy don’t know how to do nothin’ but take me.”
and he begins to move again.
toji sets a brutal pace, not giving you a second to breathe, let alone adjust to his size. every thrust is deep, punishing, his cock dragging through your walls in long, rough strokes that leave you nothing but wrecked and dizzy. he fucks you like he’s carving his name into your cunt, branding you with every slam of his hips.
his balls clap against your ass, wet and heavy, echoing through the room. your pussy’s so greedy, sucking him in, milking him for every drop he’s already pumped into you. the lewd squelches make him moan—pathetically, shamelessly—his voice breaking as your pussy drinks him down.
“oohhh—mmm toji, pl-please!” you choke, your voice raw, the plea coming out cracked and needy.
he just chuckles darkly. one massive hand pins both your wrists above your head, keeping you helpless, while the other clamps down on your plush hip. he drives his dick into you mercilessly, rutting like he’s got something to prove.
his grin spreads as he catches your glassy eyes trying—and failing—to focus on him, your gaze slipping cross-eyed from how hard he’s hitting.
“ngh—got you all dumb now, huh?” his voice is a taunt, low and cruel, grin feral. his cock throbs inside you, jerking like he could spill again just from the sight of your fucked-out face. “can’t think no more, baby? all gone?”
you can’t answer. not when he’s fucking you this stupid.
your brain’s mush, your mouth’s worse, nothing but broken sobs and moans spilling out. three thick loads already inside you, your pussy’s raw and dripping, but he’s still pounding it like it’s brand new.
“s-sooo deep, ‘m so f-full, ohmygoddd!” you manage, head tilting just enough to glance down.
the sight makes your breath hitch—you can see the way your folds stretch wide around him, swallowing him whole. his shaft’s glazed with cream, a thick ring at the base with every pullout. and there, in your stomach, a fat bulge rising and falling with every brutal thrust.
he follows your eyes down, groaning when he catches the sight. his grin widens, hungry.
“see that, mami? ‘m aaalll in ya fuckin’ guts.” his hand slides off your hip, snaking to your stomach. he presses down hard on the bulge, grinding his cock deeper into your womb. “‘m riiiight here.”
you scream, voice breaking, hoarse from how raw your throat is. the pressure triples the intensity, your pussy fluttering violently around him as if it’s begging him to stay buried. your mind tries to reject the overload, but he just keeps bullying his cock through your walls, stretching you around him like you were made for it.
his head lifts, eyes locking back onto yours, and he drinks you in. you’re a mess—sweat-soaked, lips swollen, drool glistening down your chin. all drunk on him. all his.
his teeth flash, a feral grin slicing across his face. “say ‘ahhh,’ doll.”
your tongue lolls out instantly, obedient, desperate. pink, wet, trembling as you keep eye contact with him, letting him see how wrecked you are for him.
toji’s cock kicks inside you at the sight. he hocks wet spit into his mouth, leaning over you. he spits slow, letting it drip heavy onto your tongue, stringing between your lips before it finally drops.
you moan like a whore, chasing it, swallowing greedily.
“atta fuckin’ girl.” he groans low, eyes dark as sin, and then he’s on you—tongue sliding and licking against yours, messy, wet, filthy. he licks into your mouth like he’s trying to taste himself on you, spit and moans mixing, the kiss nothing but sloppy filth.
spit dribbles down both your chins, warm and sticky, and the kiss is so wet it shoots lightning straight through your spine down into your cunt.
your heavy tits shudder with every brutal stroke, ample ass claps against his thighs, his rhythm goes borderline insane, each thrust harder than the last until your world is nothing but him. you moan into his mouth—loud, broken, animalistic—and toji swallows every sound like it’s his favorite sin.
he eats your lips, sucks them raw, tongues you open and then drags you back into another feverish, sloppy makeout.
every time you try to pull breath he chases you, crushing you into another hot, noisy kiss, then rips away only long enough to drag your kiss-swollen bottom lip between his teeth. before you can blink he’s at your neck, teeth and mouth marking you, painting new bruises over old ones until your skin is a map of him.
his hips go cruel again, a fucked-out metronome pushing you past the edge. he almost slips out, leaves the tip buried, then slams back in so deep your womb gets kissed and your toes curl.
your abused pussy drinks him, sucks him like he’s home, and he groans into your skin—raw and grateful. “fuh-fuckin’ love you,” he rasps, tongue scraping the sweet spot under your ear. “love this pussy—swear i could die in here.”
you try to answer, but it comes out a choked, messy promise—sobbed and moaned into his shoulder. the knot inside you tightens, the world narrows to the pressure around your walls and the way his balls slap into your ass. “lo-love you too—wanna make you a daddy,” you cry, each syllable nearly torn from you.
his reaction is animal.
“yeah?” he huffs, voice breaking as his hips stutter, balls pulling up tight. “you really want m’baby? wanna be my mommy, huh?” he grins, and his words shove straight into your chest like another thrust.
you nod so hard your head rattles against the pillow, eyes rolling. “y-yesss! make me your fu-fuckin’ mommy—gonna take every bit!”
toji loses it then—harder, faster, punishing in a way that’s almost tender because it’s only for you.
he fucks his cum back into you, jerking until he splits again and again, hot ropes burying themselves deep into your cunt, each one making you clench around him like you’re trying to keep every drop. the world explodes in white heat, and you sob and laugh and beg at once as his seed fills you, his hands crushing your hips while he moans your name like a prayer.
when he finally goes slack, still buried, still twitching, he groans and buries his face in your neck, words muffled and soft. “gon’ make you so full of me, gonna make you mine forever, ma. my pretty wife.” he whispers, then kisses every bruise he made. you’re dripping down the sheets with his cum, aching, swollen and warm with him—messy and ruined.
and as you’re all fucked out, dreamy, abused—you smile, looking up at the hazy ceiling as you think, you’re really gonna have his baby.
── sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs :: you struggle to fall asleep, leading you to develop sleep paralysis. But what happens when you want him to make you scream with his cocks instead of fear? (2.4k words)
── ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ :: MDNI, fem!reader, SleepParalysisDemon!Sukuna x reader, true form Sukuna, two cocks, piv smut, sex while 'paralysed', titjob, brief mention of f.masturbation, cumming inside, this is very unserious and ehhh I'm soorry
Sleep paralysis — a parasomnia characterised by the presence of disrupted REM sleep and the inability to move for a short period of time.
Everyone's heard of it. Many have experienced it, and that didn't exclude you. But what made your sleep paralysis different from the rest was the absence of fear.
It was inevitable that sleep deprivation was to fall upon you — you were a student, after all. Countless nights were spent slaving over journal articles, compiling an extensive list of citations, and mournfully trying to kickstart your laptop back to life once it had overheated.
Not only that, you were cursed to have such an inconsiderate roommate, who wasn't shy about fucking her girlfriend under the sanctuary of her covers deep into the night.
Whilst you were trying to sleep, you might add. Look, you weren't homophobic by any means. You were even the one to set up Utahime with Shoko in the first place, cheering on the sidelines once the two had officially started dating. But the muffled sounds of legs interlocking and clits mashing together were too much for your poor brain to handle.
By the time you had it in you to yell at them to take it elsewhere, your sleep schedule was ruined. And that was how you ended up with your first visit from your very own sleep paralysis demon.
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Four arms. Four eyes. At least triple your size and a body you just had to climb onto. That was what you told r/SleepParalysis.
You sat there, typing away on your laptop. The Saturday morning was quiet, save for the ticking of your clock on the wall and your fingers clacking against your keyboard.
Last night had truly been an experience — your limbs having locked together as you lay on your stomach, a shadowy apparition appearing in the corner of your eyes. He just … stood there, as if waiting for you to scream. But instead of fear curling in your gut, interest had sparked in its place.
You sighed wishfully, one leg tucked to your chest and the other dangling off your chair as the downvotes racked up, prompting your brows to furrow.
"What the—"
Comments began flooding in — some sceptical, some calling you out for inappropriate behaviour on the subreddit.
"Stop larping."
"No one wants to fuck their sleep paralysis demon lolol. Stop begging for attention."
"This submission has been removed due to low user karma."
You threw up your hands in frustration before looking for somewhere else to vent your frustrations. Was it ever that serious?
And so you posted again. And again. And again. You must have submitted over ten entries — all denied within a couple of minutes and a spew of hate comments aimed your way. You were ready to give up, the lid of your laptop already half shut until a notification came through. A direct message from u/TheStrongest.
Strange.
Yet you clicked on it anyway, perking up in your seat as your eyes scanned the brief paragraph he had sent.
"Hey girlie, you don't know me but I can see that demon too hehe :p. He and I go wayyyy back he's like my comfort character iykwim and I'm just not comfortable sharing him sawwryyyy"
Delete.
You shut the lid with a loud click, deciding to run a little experiment of your own after shoving your sleeping pills in the back of your medicine cabinet — waiting to be forgotten.
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Sleep didn't come easily to you that night. It rarely did, but a large part of you was excited to get a closer glimpse of the sleep paralysis demon that was lingering on your mind. If sleep deprivation was the only way to see him, so be it.
You lay there in the darkness of your bedroom, warm breath fanning over your silk pillowcase — until it evened out. A muscle twitched, and the REM phase of sleep began. Dreams of monsters and four arms and thick muscles clouded your mind that night, until a heavy weight settled on top of your chest.
In an instant, your eyes snapped open. The shadow loomed over you, two arms braced on either side of your head. The pillow didn't dip down, however — the demon was nothing but a weak manifestation of your more … outlandish desires. You tried to move, yet found the only movement you were able to make being your eyes. Even your tongue remained immobile, and you were left unable to speak.
The dark figure remained unmoving, sensing no fear in your stiff form. Recognition flickered in your eyes, and the hint of a smile formed at the corner of your lips. All he could do was look down at you in what seemed like confusion and mild annoyance, before an involuntary jerk of your fingers broke the immersion around you. Why weren't you scared?
Just like that, he was gone — frustration coursing through you. You rolled over onto your stomach, wondering how on earth you were going to will your body still enough so that your demon didn't vanish away.
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There was no solid plan you made over the next day. When night came, you simply had to accept the fact that keeping the paralysis demon with you was all up to sheer determination.
So you tried your hardest — refusing to nap and drinking more coffee than you usually would. Your bladder screamed in protest, but you ignored it in hopes of getting closer to what you had been seeking for close to a week now.
And when you settle in bed, you fought off sleep for as long as you physically could. You tossed and turned, until the ache in your eyelids grew unbearable. Finally, they fluttered shut, and your shadow returned.
This time, he was curious.
It wasn't often he came across a human who didn't scream, who didn't bolt upright in their pyjamas after he had disappeared. He clung to you, four red eyes manifesting in the darkness as your body locked in on itself. Taking a rattling breath in, your eyes snapped open. This time, Sukuna had a physical form.
Two large hands kept your arms pinned down, the upper two limbs remaining dormant at the demon's side. Your assumptions that were birthed from a series of daydreams had been correct — he had a lot of power in his body, even though you suspected he was holding back.
As planned, you forced yourself into staying still, looking up through tired eyes at who was supposed to be your tormentor. Sukuna kept still, but you noticed how his broad chest seemed to rise and fall. Then, you heard the breathing. It was laboured, like he had just run a marathon.
But another weight pressed down onto your stomach where Sukuna was hovering over. Your eyes flicked down as far as they could, and so did his.
He was hard — hard at the way you didn't show an ounce of fear despite his monstrous form. He shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as he did, but the pleased look on your paralysed face was enough to stir Sukuna's interest.
The only issue was that you couldn't move. You couldn't voice out your desire of wanting to be absolutely ravished by the beast. So you screwed your eyes shut and made the difficult decision of forcing yourself to move. A low grunt, raspy in its nature, left Sukuna — before he vanished without a trace once your knee jerked upwards.
What a shame indeed.
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"That … should do it, right?"
You grabbed a pen, cap between your teeth as you scribbled down a quick note on a scrap piece of A4 paper for your sleep paralysis demon.
Fuck me. Please?
Horniness made people do strange things, and you were no exception. A dildo sat on your bedside table, moist with water after you had rinsed it dry of your wetness mere minutes ago.
If your assumption was right, Sukuna was by no means small in the genital department. Just the thought alone had you snaking your fingers down under the waistband of your pyjamas, until you had found your clit perk and demanding for attention. The toy had came out shortly after, your pussy swallowing it whole.
With terrifying ease, too.
But you couldn't dwell on it, shrugging off any ounce of shame you may have felt as you adjusted the flimsy silk straps of your top. Ensuring you looked good enough to eat, you clutched the paper to your chest and hopped into bed. You left the duvet off, bare legs outstretched as sleep came to you — albeit reluctantly.
The clock ticked. You waited. And then a set of fingers slid up your shin, your knee, higher still … and then slipped the piece of paper out of your grasp as sleep ebbed away and paralysis took its place.
Unfortunately for you, Sukuna did not know how to read.
He blinked, tilting his head with a muddled look on his face. It quickly came apparent what was wrong, and an involuntary whine slipped out from between your clenched teeth. Sukuna's eyes flickered towards you, and no words were needed when the look on your face said it all.
He wasn't an idiot, and the strange object on your desk resembling a dildo was enough of a hint of what you wanted for the demon.
The weight was back, dominating you from above as your chest caved in from the slight pressure. Sukuna noted how your breathing quickened, a sneer crossing his lips at the perversion.
Yet you didn't move. Couldn't — and you wouldn't have had it any other way.
With heavy palms, Sukuna palmed at your inner thighs, flesh spilling between his thick fingers. His own breathing rattled inside him, cocks stirring from inside his robes. He freed them immediately — letting them leak onto your quivering stomach which had been bared after he shoved your top above your breasts.
The easy access made things much easier, especially the wet glide of his lower cock between your tits. The upper one throbbed above your face, dripping beads of precum lathering the lower half of your face in translucent white.
As much as you wanted to let your tongue dart out for a taste, you didn't in fear of banishing Sukuna to wherever he came from.
The bed creaked in time with Sukuna's hurried thrusts, headboard banging against your wall. Each roll of his hips coaxed new noises out of him, ranging from ragged groans to growls that were borderline animalistic. He groped at your breasts with two hands, flicking his thumbs at your nipples while the other two held you in place at the waist. By now, Sukuna's cock had slipped high enough to prod at your plush lips, leaving them glossy with his impending release.
He couldn't just waste a load on your face, though. As much as he wanted to paint you in white, who knew when the sleep paralysis would wear off? He had to act fast — which was why he slipped his cock out from between your breasts and shifted you into a position that would be a sure way to stuff your womb full of his seed.
Your shorts were shucked off and tossed to the side in a hurry, pussy glistening under the faint moonlight bleeding through the crack in your curtains. It was clear you wanted this as much as Sukuna did, and he could only silently promise to come for as long as your sleep paralysis lasted — to give you everything you fantasised about and more during his brief moment of opportunity.
He manoeuvred your ass into the air, your cheek against the pillow. With a wet tap-tap-tapping sound, Sukuna knelt behind you, pried your legs apart and nudged his blunt cock head against your asscheek. You shuddered, relishing the soothed ache between your thighs as the demon slid his lower member between your pussy lips. He found your clit with ease, eliciting weak uh's and ah's from you.
The sensation was mind-numbing. It took everything in you not to clutch at the sheets as Sukuna rutted his cock up and down, up and back down with muted squelches. The upper cock squeezed its way between your ass, idle but certainly not any less erect.
And at that, Sukuna had enough of the teasing and pushed his way into your loosened hole. Stretching yourself out earlier had been a wise choice, but that didn't stop the air from being pushed out of your lungs as Sukuna slowly, but surely, stuffed you to the brim.
He threw his head back with a snarl, pointed teeth flashing briefly as your walls convulsed around his maddening girth. It was the only movement you allowed yourself to show, and God was Sukuna glad that he hadn't disappeared.
It was only a matter of time your vision blurred with pleasure, Sukuna having begun thrusting in and out of you at a clumsy pace. It was as if he was running on autopilot, full balls swinging down to meet your ass with a resounding clap whenever he aimed for that one spongy spot inside you that would surely have you creaming around his length.
Words failed you both, and Sukuna could only gnash his teeth together as he came far quicker than he would have liked. His balls heaved, and floods of cum spurted out of both cocks as he kept thrusting inside of you.
"Mmph—!"
You felt full — having been pumped full just like Sukuna had intended. The outside of your ass had also been coated in white, too. Rivulets of his sticky release dripped down his length, down your curves, gushed out of your pussy when he pulled out. The sensation was enough to have you weakly orgasming around nothing, a final roar leaving your sleep paralysis demon as he vanished into nothing.
You slumped forward with a husky groan, falling into a deep sleep. Somewhere out there, there was a four eyed demon just waiting for paralysis to find you on another night — set on finishing what he had just started.
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Safe to say you were pleased the next morning when you woke up from slumber — pussy aching and body stiff under a generous lathering of cum. A nuisance for sure that Sukuna didn't bother to clean you up, but the fact that you had physical evidence that he existed? You were delighted.
Which was why you logged onto Reddit shortly after your bath and found r/SleepParalysis once more.
Sukuna doesn’t even kick his shoes off. He’s wrecked after three brutal hours of squats, deadlifts, and whatever else he’s been forcing down his throat to feed this insane bulk. He just drops onto the couch like a goddamn mountain giving up. The frame creaks loud under all that new mass. Tank top soaked black with sweat and clinging to every thick slab of his chest. Sweat dripping down the column of his neck. Those gray sweats stretched in an obscene way over thighs that have doubled in size, heavy and veined and still pumped from the session. Shoulders so wide they swallow half the damn couch. Traps eating his neck. Quads bulging so thick the cushions sink deep beneath him.
He throws his head back, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving.
“Fuck… long day, brat. Don’t start with the attitude.”
But you’re already staring, eyes glued to him like you physically can’t look away. Your mouth goes dry. Heat coils tight and insistent low in your belly.
God, when did he get this big?
The thought hits you like a slap. You’ve seen him every day, felt him every night, but somehow you never really clocked it—the way the bulk has crept up on him over the last few months, slow and relentless. Every extra pound of muscle he’s shoved down his throat has turned him into this solid, immovable wall of a man. And now, sprawled out like this, exhausted and heavy, chest still rising and falling in deep pulls, radiating that sharp, clean post-gym heat… it’s like seeing him for the first time. The sheer size of him hits different. Shoulders swallowing half the couch. Thighs spread so wide they force space around him. Everything about him feels bigger, denser, more.
It short circuits your brain completely.
You move before the thought even finishes forming.
You slide between his spread thighs, knees sinking into the carpet, hands gliding up the thick, sweat-hot muscle under the gray fabric. The density under your palms makes your breath hitch. Solid, unyielding, like touching warm stone carved into the shape of a man.
Sukuna’s eyes crack open slowly, heavy-lidded. One dark brow lifts.
“Brat?”
“I want it,” you breathe against his thigh, fingers already hooking into the waistband of his sweats and tugging downward. “Please… let me suck you off. You look so fucking big right now”
Sukuna lets out a low, rough sound, half laugh, half groan, the exhaustion in it doing nothing to dull the filthy edge. “Look at you,” he mutters, voice gravelly and wrecked. “So fucking greedy you can’t even let me breathe first.”
His fingers slide into your hair, not pulling yet, just holding, grounding, while you yank the fabric down far enough. His cock springs free—thick, heavy, flushed dark, already half-hard and twitching from the lingering pump. You make a soft, desperate noise in your throat and lean in, lips parting wide to take the head, tongue swirling slow and wet.
Even if the gym didn’t change this part of him, the sheer size of everything else, the wide shoulders, the dense slabs of muscle, the way those tree-trunk thighs tense under your palms, makes it feel like too much. You push forward anyway, choking yourself on him, spit slicking your chin as you bob, hollowing your cheeks, taking him deeper until your nose brushes the soft skin above the base.
Those massive quads flex hard under your hands, still hot and twitching from the workout, pure bulk and power radiating through the fabric you haven’t even fully pulled down.
“Fuck,” Sukuna rasps, head tipping back against the couch, hips giving the tiniest involuntary roll. “That’s it. Suck your man while he’s still pumped and filthy from the gym. Good little thing.”
You lose yourself in it. Messy, eager, throat working around him, drool dripping, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. Until his grip tightens in your hair and his patience finally cracks.
Two big hands grip your ass and haul you up in one smooth motion.
Right there on the same couch he just sank into, he flips you onto your back, folds you in half so fast your knees press tight to your shoulders in a deep, ruthless mating press. The cushions dip hard under the combined weight, your hips right on the edge, legs splayed wide, pussy completely bare and dripping for him.
He lines up and pushes in slow. One long, unrelenting slide that doesn’t stop until he’s buried balls-deep.
The stretch feels different now, heavier, fuller. All that new bulk presses down on you like a living wall: thick, sweat-slick pecs crushing against your tits, carved abs grinding slow and hard into your stomach, those massive thighs locking your legs back so tight you can’t twitch. His quads are so huge they swallow the backs of your thighs completely, pinning you open and helpless right there on the worn cushions.
“Fuck,” he rasps, voice low and wrecked as he bottoms out. “Still so goddamn tight even under all this extra mass. Look at you taking every pound I’ve put on.”
He doesn’t ease up. He just fucks. Deep, heavy strokes that drive home with the full weight of his frame behind every thrust. The couch groans and creaks beneath you both. Wet slaps fill the room, skin on skin, relentless. Sweat rolls from his neck and drips onto your cheek, your collarbone. One hand clamps around the back of your knee, keeping you folded. The other slides up to wrap loosely around your throat. Not squeezing, just holding, grounding, letting him lever even deeper.
“You feel that?” he pants, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles so every new inch of bulk presses you deeper into the cushions. “ Gonna keep you folded exactly like this every damn day after the gym. Right here on this couch until your pussy remembers exactly how big I’ve gotten.”
You’re shaking, nails scraping uselessly down the hard planes of his back, legs trembling in his unyielding grip. The constant grind of his pelvis against your clit is merciless. His sheer size pins you flat, chest crushing yours, breath stolen with every roll of his hips until there’s nothing left but the wet heat and the overwhelming pressure of him.
“Come on,” he growls, voice rough and frayed at the edges even as exhaustion bleeds through. His pace turns brutal, hips snapping forward so hard the couch frame protests with every thrust. “Come for me, brat. Show me how much you love your man getting big.”
You break with a shattered cry, walls fluttering and clamping down around him so tight his rhythm falters for a second. A low, guttural groan rips out of him as he follows—hot, thick spurts flooding you deep, so much it spills out around his cock even while he stays buried inside, still twitching under the weight of his own bulk.
He doesn’t pull out.
He just stays there, folded over you, sweat-slick skin sticking to yours, heavy chest rising and falling against your own. A living wall of muscle keeping you pinned to the ruined cushions.
After a long, hazy moment he leans down and presses a slow, filthy kiss to your mouth, tongue lazy and claiming. Then he rolls his hips once—just once—enough to drag a broken whimper out of you.
“Shower,” he murmurs against your lips, voice wrecked and low. “Then round two.”
a/n: idk if u can tell but i'm gonna be posting about him A LOT
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