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Synopsis. Suguru Geto, the resident nerd who “helps” you with your homework. Tall, gloomy, mean, and- and an alpha? And he’s in rut?!
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! oméga! reader, alpha! nerd! Geto, ruts, OMÉGAVERSE AU, pánty-sniffer Geto, he goes FÉRAL, MEAN Geto, headIocks, slightly bímbo! reader, dúmbifícation, cervíx kíssing, creampíes, cúmplay, MANHANDLlNG, Geto with glasses + tattoos, overstím, knots, first times (Geto), pússydrunk Geto, MATÍNG BÍTES, oraI (f + m), p talking, spítting, praise, he’s POSSESSIVE, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 8.8k
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3
“Please, Sugu—?”
“No.”
“I’ll let you keep my panties?”
And that makes Geto shudder, breath hitching into something dangerously husky as he pushes his thick glasses further up his nose bridge. Greedy gaze darting anywhere but where you were oh-so-vulgarly leaning towards him. “Tch- as if I’d ever…”
With a grin, you shift to show him a flash of cherry pink peeking out from underneath that sinfully short skirt of yours.
Purposefully.
He was gone.
“F-fine.” He’s gulping, and it wouldn’t be the first time that you’d goaded the ill-tempered campus genius, Geto Suguru, into doing your- ah, “helping” you with your homework. “But-”
Before Geto can ramble away the usual lecture about something called “academic integrity”, you’re jumping up and tackling his towering frame into a hug. Pressing the curves of your tits into his Digimon t-shirt - just as a little treat - and flouncing excitedly back to your friends.
But what you didn’t notice is the way that makes Geto stiffen.
His tummy lurching, nose raising into the air-
Oh.
You smelled so sweet.
Geto’s spit-slicked lips part open to steal a sharp gasp of the sweltering lecture hall air- it couldn’t be. And his bleary irises can’t even focus, can’t lock on anything but the figure of you mere feet away.
…Could it?
With a slight tilt of your head, you’re staring back at him - and something…carnal pangs through his suddenly-boiling veins.
Then you smirk- and Geto twitches.
Fuck.
He would’ve crashed onto his knees right then and there if it wasn’t for the way that you proceed to dig through your cute, useless bag - still in the middle of a conversation with your friends - and throw something flimsy and pale pink at him.
No shame. No regrets.
None for either of you; but especially not Geto once his strong palms reach out to urgently scramble for the shred of gauzy fabric in midair.
Tangling the stringy satin between thick, ringed fingerpads, he’s sinking his face into its sugarcoated scent before sinking into the realization that you’d had the audacity to throw your fucking panties at him in the middle of a bustling seminar.
Yet, he was even worse - jaw slackening, broad chest heaving with rasping ahs! as he drinks in loooong repeated puffs of your pheromones. Coating his brain in melty molasses of sugar and spice and you.
There was a reason you were the most sought-after omega on the entire campus. With your filthy skin-tight outfits, and your flirty smiles.
And him? He couldn’t get enough.
Smearing away a sloppy splotch of saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth- when had he even started drooling? Geto watches through watery peripherals as you mouth a smug “an advance” at him, and saunter out of the class in your tightly-knit group.
Too tightly-knit, if you asked Geto. Dead-on stare narrowing, he catches the way one of your so-called friends brush away an invisible piece of lint from your shoulder.
Just barely. His head snapping towards Geto when the latter growls-
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
He was fucked.
.
.
.
Listen, it’s not as if you make Geto finish all of your homework - just the ones that you found too tedious, too complicated, or too time-consuming. Which might just happen to be all of them, but you digress!
He was more than happy to collect those slutty scraps of silk you called “panties” and you were proud to keep your streak of having the second-highest GPA in class (after the man himself, of course.)
The more important the grade the more sinful the panties.
After all, it wasn’t as if you minded all of Geto’s fiery stares at you during lectures, the spark in his eyes when he tried to drill a difficult concept into your mind, or the way his dark lashes would flutter drunkenly the moment you got too close.
In fact, you might even admit that you…like it.
Because Geto was hot. Fuck- he was fucking pretty.
You’d seen just how fawny his amethyst eyes were behind those clunky glasses. Lengthy Stygian hair, so many inches above six feet, and biceps that pull his gamer t-shirts so taut that it made you wonder what was underneath.
But it wasn’t as if a nerd - and a beta, obviously, though you didn’t care for secondary gender - like him would ever make a move.
Hell, he barely even talked to anyone other than the professors.
All grumbling and rude. It took you weeks to even get him to acknowledge your existence, and that was only by giving him an “accidental” glimpse of your red, red bra strap.
So you were mostly fine and dandy with this lecherous transaction of yours. Geto was smart; he was never a minute late in emailing you your surely A+ worthy work before their deadlines, and you’d gift him his little treat just the day after.
Except- you were lounging on your couch as the 12:00AM deadline for your latest essay rolled around and there was still no sign of Geto. Not a single ping from your inbox.
With an impatient thumb, you’re idly scrolling through the sparse chat history you’d all but bullied him into sharing with you, brows furrowing deeper and deeper at your plethora of ignored texts and calls.
Nothing new but, seriously…
Scoffing as the clock tick! tick! ticked! its way to 12:01AM.
He was late - and your homework was, too.
You’d been feeling a little too…feverish tonight to attend that one party your friends had invited you to, and thank your stars for that. Because not even minutes later, you were stomping the few blocks down to Geto’s apartment building and all the way up to his white-painted front door.
“Hey, Sugu—” You rap your knuckles harshly on the wood, exasperated. “Are you in there?”
No answer.
Huffing, your heated skin stings where it clashes even harder against his door. Impatiently, “Hah- making an omega walk all the way out here…I should take back all those panties I gave you. Yaga deducts points for late submissions and I am not leaving until you come out.”
Still no answer. Not even a sound.
“In fact, I’ll only get louder.”
Not even a breath.
That was…strange. He should’ve at least come out to shut up your racket so that he can study, if not at the mention of your panties.
And right now your annoyance was being washed away with sharp waves of concern, a nervous bout of laughter escaping you as soon as your hand falls on the door handle to find it shockingly unlocked. Oh?
You and Geto might not be the best of friends, but you wanted him to be alright goddammit.
“Better come out and stop me now, unless you want me to barge in!” You call out, jostling the cold, metallic knob for good measure. It holds firm in your hand, the only thing grounding your swimming mind as you bask in a second of silence. Two. Three. Before sighing, “Have it your way then. I’m coming in–”
Then it hits you.
Slow, at first. Like a smell from a distant memory that you find yourself aching for - find yourself stumbling a few steps inside Geto’s cozy apartment and devouring in generous lungfuls.
You slam the door shut to cloud yourself in the saturated air and gasp.
This was nothing like any expensive perfume you’d smelled before. It felt like your entire body was on fire, like every one of your pores was scorching from deep inside. Like you needed him.
Head whirling with the heady concoction of caramel salt scent and those dark undertones of wine. Something so dangerous. So tempting. So…Suguru.
You jolt. He was in rut.
Wait, rut? Geto Suguru? Wasn’t he…wasn’t he a beta?
You swear he was. You didn’t know what was happening, only angling your head up for more and more and more-
Shit, you’re shoving your thighs together before you know it. Already feeling the slippery stream of slick that sloshes past your pussy lips and puddles at the bottom of your underwear. And you know you’ve never been wetter.
“A-anyone home?” You’re straining out, the doughy mountain of your palm rubbing mindlessly up n’ down through your thin skirt.
Undoubtedly, there’s still no response. And yet, it’s almost as if he’s calling to you - and maybe he is.
Feet wrenching one jerky pitch after the other, you have to balance yourself on the hallway walls to fucking keep your sanity.
And to perhaps stop your weakened knees from slipping you into a pile on the polished hardwood floors. Perhaps to stop yourself from breaking out into a run to wherever your inner luna was clawing to take you.
You breathe, “Th-this isn’t funny, Suguru…”
The soft thuds of your padded steps thunder in time with your racing heart. Louder and louder. Deafening by the time you’re catching sight of a large mahogany door at the end of the corridor that waves ever-so-slightly ajar.
Where those hypnotic pheromones were the most saturated. And your mouth waters.
It’s only once you’re reaching it - trembling, standing stock-still, right outside what you now assumed to be his bedroom - that you realize Geto was calling to you. Well, more like he was calling out for you.
Your name.
In soft, breathy moans that make his rich baritone crack.
“Get the fuck in here.”
.
.
.
The moment Geto Suguru catches a glimpse of your oh-so-cute face - the moment he senses that you’re actually, honest-to-goodness here - he cums.
And he can’t help it- fuck, he can’t help it.
Even dabbing the fat of his massive thumb right over his bawling tip can’t stop the heaping torrents of gooey white escaping from him. Such slick ribbons upon ribbons crawling their way up Geto’s washboard abs, you can only watch with bated breath as his messy, round globs of seed trickle up n’ down until they drench his dark happy trail.
Your watery thighs stick together, maw falling agape because you’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined this.
You had. Once or twice or many, many times.
All splayed out on his Digimon sheets like this; meaty thighs cracked open, silky locks slathered across every inch, glasses fogged up. Ruined. Geto’s sweat-shimmered back arches off the outdated bed springs with a creak! while his hand flew furiously up and down his swollen cock.
Shit, you’re biting your lip. Syllables jumping roughly off of your heavy tongue, “S-Suguru?”
SLAM!
It’s like the sound of your voice does heavenly wonders to him.
Plump, tender balls squeezing, Geto’s free hand encloses behind his sweaty scalp and onto the headboard above him. Hard enough that the sturdy frame snaps, pale biceps flexing enough that you find your skin clammy with need.
“Fuh-fuck.” He’s hissing through clenched teeth. Staring right at your meandering form through dazed half-crescents, mouth departing endless husked grunts. And oh…oh a few more dewy droplets of cum spray out of his bawling orifice once you gulp. “Look what you’ve done t’me.”
“Y-you’re an alpha?” You finally manage to find your voice.
He snickers, the murky scent of the room growing ever-stronger. And even more than that was your own scent, mixing and melding until you felt dizzy. “And you’re in danger, little omega~”
Your widened gaze grows to lock on the way that his rugged fingers continue milking out creamy sploshes of cum. Expertly flying up, up, up– before fisting his hefty base with an airy sigh.
Large. He was so large.
And in so many ways more than one.
An alpha. He was an alpha.
Seductively sculptured body dwarfing his single bed with what looked like miles upon miles of toned, tall muscles. Were those tattoos spying out from the sides of his back?
A syrupy geyser of sap formulates between his two legs the size of your head- this was Geto Suguru?
And his cock - oh, he was so perfectly massive. Oversized, even in Geto’s engulfing hand.
So painfully hard that he was blushing a blossoming magenta near the very tip of his globular cockhead, throbbing. Pulsing. Thick lightning bolts of veins gripping down either side of his pink shaft and all the way down to his breeder balls.
With a harrowed gasp filling your lungs, you’re spotting just the barest fringe of something soaked-through and gauzy tangled underneath his digits.
Fuck.
“Is that-”
“This?” Geto grins - grins. You’ve never seen him smile let alone show off this dopey, predatory leer plastering all over his flushed features. A gentle dimple embeds near his curled lip, and he quirks an eager brow.
You can barely even think while he untwines the frilly pair of panties you’d thrown at him in class from around his aching cock. Sticky and stretched now, it finds home right near his flared nostrils as Geto brings it up and sniffs. Crazed. “C’mere.”
The rawest of glints twinkle in his half-lidded vision as you inch closer, the way you tremble on your two feet like a newborn fawn was adorable. And he can’t stop himself from letting out a low whistle–
“Yeah. Good fuckin’ girl.”
Your body kneels you right by Geto’s bedside before your mind can even think to catch up. Head lolling lecherously against the wide plane of his shivering thigh, you let your tongue lap up a pearl of his buttery white cum and keen. He was even bigger up close. “Sugu—”
“Nuh uh, gorgeous.” Geto tuts, gravelly tonality rendering you confused just as much as you were needy. His two palms grip the crown of your head to peer upwards, “S’all because of you. You n’ those d-damn panties. M’not your hck! nerdy fuckin’ Sugu right now. Best remember that- m’gonna make sure you remember that.”
He’s more than gazing down at you, he’s boring right through you.
Spectacle frames creeping precariously down his nose bridge, tendrils of his shaggy hair almost curtaining him, pellets of sweat trickle down his temples and hit you in thin spatters. So close. And you wanted him closer.
“Tilt your head back, lemme see that ngh- pretty mouth.” One hand slips from your head to curl around Geto’s fattened hilt, nudging his puckered tip to strike your lips with a dull thud! “Count.”
“One-”
And it’s not once.
“T-two-”
Not twice.
“Three- hah!”
Not thrice, until he’s leaving your mouth whimpering and stinging with the slam of his rock-hard shaft slapping down your tender flesh. Leaving a slimy trail of pre and salty cum that leaks between your maw and drives you wild.
Then - and only then - is he wrenching you up closer. Manhandling your pliable body until the very tip of his perfectly button nose meets yours. So close.
Your teary lashes flutter halfway shut once you feel the foggy breeze of his breath scorching your face, cunt quivering with the anticipation of a kiss. His pheromones hit you in powerful gusts, your primal urges scratching up to the surface.
Closer. Too close- for a kiss that never comes.
“Heh. Cute.”
He doesn’t kiss you.
But before you know it, Geto pitches his tongue back and wets your shimmery pouted lips with a large wad of his syrupy saliva.
In just a split-second.
Bowing you back underneath him and stuffing your chatty mouth so damn full of his swollen cock that you can’t even think of anything else. Fat droplets of tears fountain up at the edge of your eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so split open.
He was eight- no, maybe nearing ten whole inches that scraped the back of your mushy throat with his ruthless mushroom tip.
Hard. Girthy.
Cratering out a wet circumference of bruises into your melty mouth with a singular thrust, and it wasn’t enough- fuck, it might never be enough.
Geto’s throwing his head back, toned core muscles tensing. “O-oh. This. Th-this is what it feels like?”
You almost wonder whether he even knew what he was doing once you feel a shaky thigh throwing behind your neck and reel you in close. Drawing you all the way up until your nose scratches his tufted pelvis, mouth hanging wiiidely agape.
“Sh-shooo big–” You’re mumbling through a scalding mouthful, slicked walls clenching at the realization that he had you trapped in a headlock. And by the looks of it, he was never going to let go.
“Yeah- yeah?” He shudders out, bass cracking into a zillion shatters near the end. Octaves higher. Unsteady. Meanly, Geto’s leg jostles you even further from behind to probe his shaft even deeper into your velvety mouth, your chin buckling underneath his curvaceous ballsack. Holding you still. Firmly. “Fuckin’ l-like that, don’t you?”
You can’t nod. You can’t hum affirmative. He was so bulky inside you that your lips sag underneath the sheer weight.
But your omega preens for the attention, sleek tongue zig-zagging over one of the pounding veins that poked into the roof of your mouth. And it’s enough of an answer for Geto.
Spitting out, “Oh yeah? Dirty girl. Didn’t expect your loser lil’ Sugu to have such a fat fuckin’ dick, huh?”
So fucking…rude, words teetering right on just the edge of being menacing. And you were just so gorgeous crying all over his cock like this, so much better than when you were hanging off of other alphas.
So much better when he strays a thumb to feel your filling throat, the way he’s lodged deep inside. Him. All him.
You let off a whiny gag the moment his blushing red cockhead twitches up ferally at the thought. The static cotton in your head making you slurp his length with a sloppy squelch!
He’s pushing up his glasses furiously, “Can you even take it? Seriously- acting so popular n’ mighty when you can’t even take my hngh- cock.”
And you’re about to rebuke, you’re about to- you swear.
But oh, he didn’t have mercy now.
“Whaaaat? M’just saying.” The ridges of his head press up all against every nook and cranny of your mouth, a silvery trail of drool now seeping from between your locked lips. Geto wipes away his own cobwebs of drool with the back of his mouth, giggling. Giggling when you scuffle, “S’it too big? Too big for our f-famous lil’ omega?”
Your throat aches something carnally delicious when he keeps a hold ‘round your neck to plunge into the waterlogged bottom. Bobbing your head in lewd maneuvers allll the way up n’ down. “Ngh- Sugu–”
“Hah- hah!” His glassy eyes gleam something wild, microscopic tastebuds watering all over again with just how intensely he was gawking down at you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that his eyes were glowing- “Why are ya still fuckin’ speaking, gorgeous?”
It wasn’t a Command, but oh did it feel like one.
Only mere moments later and Geto’s springing himself off of the bouncy mattress to shovel your hot throat full of copious inches and leave you spellbound. Swirling a lazy few half-circles of his heavy tip where you were most sensitive.
“Cool that pretty lil’ head. You’re cuter when yer like th-this, y’know?” He groans, feeling your slippery cheeks grip his shaft in an adorable hug. Knee drawing up even tighter to hold you still while he fucked your mouth the way he’d been wishing he could for so long. “All shut up a-and mine and…”
Ah, breath wisping away. He’s prodding your poor gag reflexes at the very same time he rovers up a stray hand to squeeze your nostrils together. “-only mine.”
“Nghh- G-etooo—” And yet, he still doesn’t let up. You’re cupping Geto’s plumpened balls with a delicately loving touch, lustrous strands of spit layering your lips. “Want you.”
“Hm?”
“Want you.”
Oh.
Oh.
Those are the very same words he’s been dreaming of every single rut since meeting you. And he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself from letting out a slew of swears and cumming.
Shocked.
“Sh-shit—” It’s all Geto can do to bite down on the plush of his bottom lip and wrangle back those embarrassing fucking whimpers on his tongue, dewy eyes sparkling with a few overstimulated tears. “You’re gonna- f-fucking…”
But he’s not given the privilege to finish his thought let alone his sentence.
Just flooding your senses with the caramel salt of his scent, and his gobs of pearly seed. Every jackhammer has Geto pinpricking it on the back of your bruised and battered throat, every squeeze of his hand around your neck makes him drool out in wiry oodles of sap more and more and more-
“S’what you w-wanted, right?” And you’re sensing the way his scent tinged with something maddened, leaving your eyes popping. “Prancing around with your hah- p-pre-heat panties and your- fuck!” Geto fights to keep his eyes from flapping closed, “Take it- ohhhh take it all.”
As if you could do anything else.
Every tiny twitch leaves your cavern flooded. Geto was cumming so hard that it was overspilling from each crevice of your lips, a silvery waterfall of cum that he’s dabbing around a thumb to smear.
Letting your pouted lips wobble at the fresh topping of white gloss, “There’s a good girl. My goood fuckin’ girl.”
Oh, there’s no doubt in your fractured mind right now that Geto Suguru was an alpha. Inhaling his deep puffs of contentment, you’re arching your back mindlessly in delight. Throat loosening with the motions to-
“Don’t swallow.”
So mean.
You don’t think you’re given the split-second to wonder otherwise before he’s grappling for the pretty column of your throat and kissing you raw.
You’re gasping when his depraved tongue smacks down between the seam of your mouth to lather in every scorching hot mess of sap he’d left behind. The mess that he made. And he was only making it messier.
Watching you through barely-cracked open pupils while he scooped up the sticky webs of seed dangling from your mouth. Scratchy buds taking over. A kiss so filthy that you felt shy to even call it that.
“Mmm—” Geto’s skidding his tongue down the buttered length of his lips, flicking over any stray droplets he could find. And something in his eyes told you that he was mere seconds away from doing it all over again. “Not bad for a first kiss.”
Fuck- what?
“Sugu- what-” You’re panting out measly syllables through the gaps of his sappy mouth. “I-I thought you’d be more…”
“What? A heh- bumbling loser?” His eyes narrow down at you, words purring sexily. “Oh, gorgeous…”
Fuck, and if the rasping growl in his tone didn’t shut you up, the way that Geto’s throwing you onto the bouncy bed sure does.
He doesn’t have a care in the world, he doesn’t have a single thought other than ripping off your flimsy clothes. Everything but those very same cherry pink panties you’d teased up at him, well- more see-through than anything right now.
Kneeing apart your jittery legs to watch the way your cunt gushes in pure need. Lips curling into a leer at the way she winks up at him through filthy masses of slick.
“Sh-she’s mine now, isn’t she?” Rumbling out, eyes wide. Unfocused. And the look on Geto’s face made white-hot trills sprint down your spine - ones you couldn’t decode between primal need and fear. “She’s…”
Ptwah!
The vicious goblet of spit that hits you this time is somehow even meaner than the last, striking at the very top of your sobbing pussy and disappearing riiiight between your folds.
“Mine.” Awestruck, Geto bullies one capped knee to smooch up against your slit. Gleaming his heated skin with the bucketloads of cute sap that you kept pouring out by the second. Geto was greedy, he was grunting. “Beg for it, omega.”
You’re squirming underneath him impatiently, clawing all over his unmoving wrists. You ached all over for something. Anything. “Don’t- don’t wanna-”
But Geto had ten times your strength and wasn’t afraid of using it. Oh, he wasn’t afraid of using it - wasn’t afraid of pinning down both your trembly hands on the bed springs with one of his. Rutting his knee up even more mercilessly, murking his pheromones until it burned of salt and spice. “Beg.”
You mewl, “P-please-”
“No stuttering.”
“Please.” And if that wasn’t enough, you’re batting your lacquered lashes up at Geto in exactly the way you knew was his weakness. Exactly the way that got you the second-highest GPA for so long. Jutting your back the perfect curvature off of the bed, “I’ll let you k-keep my panties, Suguru—?”
“Oh, giiiirl—” He husks out, leaning in so close to plant a yearning snog on your mouth. Blushing pink lips wrapping around your tongue and sucking. You always got what you wanted. “M’keeping those regardless.”
In his special drawer for all your slutty underwear, of course.
And just as soon as Geto’s kissing your lips, he’s trekking his way downwards to make sure that your other ones don’t feel left out.
“Look at her.” He breathes, words taking on an airy tone that makes him sound as if he was furious. Blistering with the anger that he’s been deprived of the heavenly proximity of your soft, seeping cunt for so long. “H-heh, if o-only those tch- popular friends of yours could see. Just look- look how wet she is f’me. All me.”
A fattened thumb fringes past your panties, and you flinch at the cold press of his silver rings. Rovering all the way to greet your puffy pussylips in languid drags uuuuup and down, pricking his manicured fingernail on the button of your clit.
Geto’s hooded lids widen, heat rushing all over his cheeks at the sloppy squelches he draws out. So easily. Adorably.
And it was true - he did have a tattoo. A splashing inking of a dragon all across Geto’s muscled back, somehow making him even more unintentionally hotter.
“And look how loud mmm–” He’s kissing the mound of your folds like a lover, lingering. Loving. Stealing deeeeep gasps of your scent, “M’gonna ruin you. Ngh- ohhh, m’gonna r-ruin you, gorgeous. Ruin ya for anyone else.”
And when Geto meant he was going to ruin you - he meant it.
“Shit.” He was going to mush his pretty features up into your sopping wet pussy until you could feel every minute, warm pant. Staring right up into the target of your fuzzy heart-eyes, “How do you- how do you taste so good.”
Every gasp he’s drinking in of your murked perfumed pheromones, showering ‘round every sense and making him dizzy.
“Squeeze- wanna feel-”
And maybe it’s his rut, maybe it’s the way your tension was so thick - but you instantaneously know what to do.
To close your legs in a deadlock around Geto’s oily scalp. Your weighty eyelids bat up and down subconsciously at the attractive way he was digging his bulging biceps into the sides of your thighs. Pulling you in closer and closer and closer. “That turns you on, huh?”
But that wasn’t all- oh, that wasn’t what he was making out with your cute cunt and begging for.
His mouth lathers over with a fresh bout of watery spit the moment your rubbery ring of muscle clench all around him. Making every ridge of his hot tongue catch on your gooey innards, the texture of it enough to drive you positively wild.
“Sh-shiiit–” You’re letting out a primal groan, clawing at his tattooed back. Chest shuddering underneath the strain of one powerful hand pinning you down. Holding you painfully still. “Suguru- want more. More.”
Slipping his slick tongue in and out of your fluttery hole, Geto keens at the way your entrance kept on trying to suck him back in.
“Fuckin’ know-” In one second, he’s pushing his cloudy glasses up his nose, and in the other he pries apart your puffed lips and caresses. “Yer turning into a fucking w-waterpark, dirty girl. Even wetter than all that p-porn I learned from…”
You’re whimpering, legs falling further n’ further open until it burned your inner quads. No matter how deeply Geto stuffed his face between them it just wouldn’t be enough.
It was almost as if…
“Heat.” He’s slurring a looong lap of his grooved tastebuds all over the lustre of your sweet, sweet juices. Free hand wrapping at his favorite position around your neck and making sure to angle your head so that you catch the twinkling droplets of slick pouring down his tongue. “You’re in heat, little omega.”
Gasping, “W-what?”
But it made sense. It was falling into place and that only made you wetter.
With a smirk, Geto swats your hands until they tangle into his silken tresses. “Lemme take care of you.” SWAT! The plapping sensation hits you before the realization that he’d run his crowned digits over to spank your perked clit. “Ngh- just sit tight n’ let your nerdy ol’ Sugu here take g-goood care of you.”
He was pleading with you - begging you - to latch onto his pretty locks and grind your pussy in repeated gyrations all over his face. Guiding him, using the hook of his pert nose as the perfect ridge to rest your throbbing clit on.
“Th-thank you, alpha—” Too good. You were giving into something baser, to let your head loll into the cushy pillow behind you in sweeping motions. And it was so cute he could cum.
“Yeah? Who- who?”
“You, Suguru.”
“Damn right.”
With every drag of his hoarse syllables, Geto was trawling his face across every inch between the beautiful legs that you had to offer.
Purposefully.
You’re holding back his endless, inky strands just to admire how pretty he looked. How ravenous. Greedy.
Fuck, Geto was making up for all these years he spent parched. Spitting out streak after streak of spittle that made your pussy pour out all over his snogging mouth. “Gonna- gonna fuck you like this w’my cock next.”
His tongue folds into your slobbery hole and slithers into every tender orifice - so staggeringly long that you were feeling a lump in your own throat.
Just a few flops into your earliest magical spots and Geto could already hear the way you were fighting to hide your little sobs.
“Th-this right here-” He’s probing a finger underneath the panties that stuck to your cunt like adhesive, letting it spring back to hit you with a smack! Tittering at your yelp, “S’mine.”
Rubbing a fat few crowns of his fingerpads at the tender area underneath the base of your pussy. Pressing down. Hard. “And her? All the w-way from here-”
Drawing sensual patterns up, up uuuup all the way to your sensitive clit, and oh- it felt so right to have him draw sultry little hearts on your weepy hood.
Tugging it over to nip underneath one sharp canine - one that you swear had grown even longer in the last few minutes. Geto was gone in the depths of his rut, hallowing out his cheeks to eat you out as if he was a man starved. And you were his favorite dessert. “To here? S’mine, too.”
RIIIIIP—!
Through your glossy heaps of tears, you can make out the fuzzy shapes of Geto tearing your satiny underwear into tatters. Balling it up into a wad of sugarcoated fabric that he unapologetically stuffs in your drivelling mouth.
“Gonna add these t-to my collection.” You feel him smile against the outer edges of your claggy cunt, tittering at the stupid way your overspilling lips slacken with a soggy pwah! You’re hearing and feeling a long-winded woooosh from below once he takes a deeeep breath in with his over-delicate senses. “Th-thereeee we go. Cum all over my mouth, gorgeous.”
And if you were in any better state of mind perhaps you’d have noticed the way that Geto’s driving his hips into the bed like a damn dog when he sensed your scent peaking. Sensed you getting closer.
Ragged breaths striking your quivering pussy mercilessly and making your teeth sink desperately into the muggy jumble of underwear in your mouth.
Your broken moans burst out even through that particular watergate, right along with a slithery trickle of saliva and a huff of “S-Suguru—” Craning your head to watch his nostrils flare with knowing, “Close- clo- cumming.”
Eyes flashing. Heart thumping not just within your rib cage.
When it rains, it pours.
But you weren’t just pouring - you were flooding.
Such glutinous ropes of your orgasm, it sprays Geto’s sexy face in squirts. Clinging onto the edge of his glasses and forming little puddles right at the apples of his high cheeks.
Suddenly, you were oh-so-thankful for the way he’d stuffed your mouth mercilessly full - because by the rusted rasp in your throat, you’re sure you’re singing out shrill trills loud enough that his neighbors would file a noise complaint.
But that was the last thing on his mind.
The last thing- well, fuck, it wasn’t on his mind at all. Geto’s cooing at how unstable you feel, treacherous fingers mazing across your fat clit and giving her a goood few pushes just the way he would with his gameboys.
“Good girl-” he spits into your gapingly widened cunt, still suffering from the remnant tremors of your high and still slopping out wads of juices. Like a mantra, Geto’s dark brows scrunch in concentration, “Good girl good girl gooood fucking girl.”
Words hitching up into something shrill near the edge, he sounded as if he was fraying his sanity with every droplet of slick you pumped into his mouth. With every single second.
Pushing his aching hot cock deeper and deeper into the sullied sheets. More. He needed more.
Every sloppy swivel of your widely pried-apart pussy on his tongue made him leave an open-palmed smack! on your thigh. Other hand traipsing to pin your hips down with his big, vein-decorated forearm.
He doesn’t want to let go.
You’re barely letting off a whine at the lack of friction before Geto lets his mouth depart from your cunt with a soggy pwah! Leaving a final few French kisses on his favorite sweet orifice, he’s pecking a loooong open-mouthed pathway up to your loosened maw.
“Good girl…” He hiccups, clammy forehead sticking against yours. Each syllable struggles to wrench past the leaden ball slowly forming on Geto’s mouth.
The syrup-glazed lenses of his glasses clash into you, and Geto himself seems to notice. “Look what a fuckin’ mess ya made.” He’s gruffing out at the thick topping of oozing gloss that made the frame impossible to see through.
Immediately pulling back a few millimeters to take them off and dump them on your own nose bridge. Unceremoniously.
And it was so wet.
Almost as wet as Geto’s features were - all showered in gunky dredges of glistening sap. It streaks all the way from his pointed chin and up to his handsome cheekbones. Beads of it hitting your panting chest in a pat! pat! pat!
Heaving out a shaky exhale, he’s pushing away a few elegant strands of charcoal bangs.
“M’gonna…m’gonna fuck you now.” Sounding more as if he was talking to himself rather than you. Or perhaps both. Puffy folds being rubbed all raw with the depraved back and forth of his veiny under-shaft. “Gonna fuck you. So take it- take it.”
Geto stares deep into your whirling eyes while he sinks his hefty cock into you just as thoroughly. A clingy film sticks to his gaze, dazed and all half-hooded that you wondered if he could even register what was in front of him.
Crazed.
And he’s such a fucking tease, too.
Creating a slimy trail of pasty pre all over your weakened inner thighs, he drags his bawling divot all over every stretch of your entrance. Around and around in circles.
“B-big, huh? Better take it b-before I- make it- fit-” He’s echoing, dimples peaking out at the cute way your breath hitches once you feel the sheerly massive circumference of his fat tip. “Shhhh shh sh, s’alright- s’where you’re m-meant to ngh- be.”
Even for an alpha, he was always staggering - but having him stuffing you to the brim would be a whole other feeling. Would have you ruined.
You’re peering up at him through humid lashes, borrowed glasses smearing wet splotches of slick underneath your skin. Eventually, those panties had found themselves spilling out of your unfastened jaw, “Meant to- hah! be?”
“Mhmmm— pretty omega.” You’re hit with a sudden wave of coaxing pheromones, the gentle salty breeze making your hips buck subconsciously upwards. Subconsciously aching. “This s’where you’re ngh- meant to be.”
And as much as Geto loved hearing whiny questions bubble their way up to your spit-layered lips, oh- was it so much more fun to eye down at your speechless self when he snugly squeezes just a mere sensual inch.
Leaning back to watch the way his bustling cock was stretching and stretching and stretching your tender walls flawlessly. You were taking him so ridiculously well.
“Fuh-fuck you-” His plush pecs rumble with his bass from above, words tumbling. Hips rolling. And Geto was fucking gone- staring at you with wide, humorless eyes that you doubt were even seeing. “Fuck you- m’fucking you…fuck you fuck you fuck!”
With every sharp fah! being whirled into your loose mouth, Geto rubs his puffed-up veins into the tender mound of your cunt. You can’t help but count every rapid ba-dump—! his achy length throbs.
Desperately. Rutting and rutting just to fit himself inside.
Around the time he’s only halfway in, Geto circles one hand over his drenched base to skid taut O’s at the edge of your hole. Nudging his fat girth past your entrance and keening-
“M-more!” You’re barking out primally, your tongue tied into all sorts of bows and ribbons with the way this stretch was searing. And it was the best sort of tight fit, you were practically drooling all over again at the fleshy thwack! of Geto’s rounded balls smacking your thighs. “More, Sugu—”
“M-more…?”
It wasn’t just you - your luna needed more, too.
You’re nodding and nodding- only to realize with a harsh muffle of Geto’s palm over your noisy mouth that he wasn’t even talking to you.
No, he was tittering away in a small sort of voice. Octaves higher. Strained. Goosebumps smatter all across your skin at the way he sounded so unstable.
“More…” Irises flashing a glowy purple, fingers twitching where he held you. A loser like him. A nerd like him. “M-more she says.”
Fuck.
Without another word - without another breath - Geto’s flipping you around with only one beefy palm clawing at your hip. Shoving your face deep into the puff of his nerdy pillows, he’s bottoming out with just one thrust-
You think you scream, you think you bawl once you feel his plummy mushroom head draw a long line of pre along the insides of your cervix. And your pussy felt so full you could burst, your walls crushed with all overpacked inches of his.
Finally.
“Thaaaat’s it, that’s it-” He’s grunting through furiously clenched teeth, a hand crowning the back of your scalp and muffling your words into the bed. Hard. Fuck- he was going to pass out if you made another pretty sound. “S’where you belong.”
Ah, there it is - that little broken prayer.
Except, this time it was being respired in boiling hot pants against the tips of your ears. Was being wheezed out of Geto when he lurches his sweat-simmered hips back to hit your ass with a resounding pap!
“All f-fucked dumb on my ngh- biiig fucking cock, hm?” He tilts your head up with one hand, smiling to himself once he catches a glittery flash of spit leaking from your lips. “All…” A warm splatter! strikes your back, and only then do you realize that he’s slobbering. “Mine.”
And where Geto was talking all possessively - he was fucking you even more so.
In the blink of an eye, he’s planting two sets of fingers on either of your wrists and pulling all the way back, back, back. A length foot being placed right at the small of your spine to get you to bend in a delicious arch-
“Fuck!” Your cute voice rings hoarse, like music to his blushing ears. Struggling to regain the gasps of air leaving your lungs, “There- th-there.”
Oh, shit.
The way Geto was manhandling you was not only bending you in all sorts of lecherously pliable ways that had your slit dripping, it was making his rotund cockhead stub oh-so-viciously into your cervix.
Rough. Probing.
“H-heh, guess I lost my first kiss there, too.” He’s giggling out, biting down on the rugged mewls that threaten to depart every time your cunt swallows him whole. “Congrats on being my ngh- first, little omega— yer e-even better than my ngh- bodypillows of you.”
Bending you over ever-deeper, honestly- your walls were cloying onto him so desperately that it was making Geto’s heart pang with disappointment every time his ruddied tip recoiled back from the bottom of your sloppy pussy.
He wanted to be this close to you forever.
Treacling out stringy wads of pre, he’s furrowing brows and making sure each n’ every jackhammer fills you up impossibly.
You can barely grapple for air at this point, the sloshes of syrup left after each barrelling strike leaving you star-struck.
He grins, “Shit, d-do ya ever stop fuckin’ drooling? Gonna hafta call the f-fire department, girl.”
“Can’t help it–!” All you can do it let your mouth unlatch to warble whimper after whimper–
“C’mon now, gorgeous- aren’t ya ashamed?” Licking his lips free of your taste, Geto diverts more pressure to his foot. Hefty balls rippling wickedly against the sobbing end of your slit with just how easy you were to throw around like his favorite toy. Like his favorite figurines. “Look at what a mess yer making. Being fucked so f-filthy. And I haven’t even ngh- found it, yet.”
Haven’t found it. Oh, but he knew he was going to. He was going to make you scream.
Your syrupy whines slip into something desperate, “Y-you don’t know…?”
“Of course I f-fuckin’ know. Who d’ya think you’re ngh talking to?” As if you could forget you were being thoroughly pounded by the smartest person on campus right now. And evidently the filthiest, too.
A ringed finger treks down to your sensitive nub, soothing over where you were throbbing the most violently. Cute. Lulling you into a sweet, sweet state of bliss before Geto pinches–
“Oh p-please!” You’re targeting your hazy vision over your shoulder, and somewhere along the lines Geto’s spectacles had slid cleanly off of you. Toes curling as his bloated head bludgeons just the creamy edges near your g-spot. “Please- y-you’re so close, Suguru-”
You didn’t know whether it was your heat or just Geto that had you so desperate. Your sparkless mind blames the latter.
“Am I?” He hums, leaning over so that the soft tendrils of his hair tickled your back.
Whacking his painfully achy crownhead mere centimeters below your magical spots, and you’re starting to think he’s doing this on purpose.
Geto starts holding it there for lingering French snogs into the steamy inner depths of your cunt and then you know he’s doing this on purpose. Spitting in your mouth with a smile.
That mean bastard.
Jittering your hips to chase the texture of his curly pubic hair against your ass, he snickers. “Are you ngh- suuuure? You haven’t done a s-single one of your ngh- human biology essays lately, dirty girl.”
You’re molding your lips into a pout - difficult, with just how many loads of saliva were pouring out of you and cementing a puddle onto the Digimon pillows. “F-fuck you.”
“No…” You set free a gasp of air you didn’t know you were holding the very second he lets go of the rough foot anchoring your spine, instead- in only mere nanoseconds you find yourself jerked up into Geto Suguru’s hold with a hand at your throat. Back gluing against his glissading abs, even his voice was unbalanced and trembling now. “I’m fucking you, little omega.”
And you were about to remember it.
With an immediate pitch of his gasping breaths, Geto’s angled hips go from steadily ruined to sloppy. Calculated.
He didn’t care if he made a mess of stringy slick that circled in the satiny sheets around the two of you, he didn’t care if your eyes were bulging out of their poor sockets when his pronounced hips dig into your backside with blistering bruises.
He didn’t care for anything but digging the curled fringe of his fatly bloated tip right into the target of your g-spot.
Mazing through your gluey folds and keeping them snugly open with his reddened girth, Geto knocks your sweetest spots with vengeance.
“There–!” You call out, as if he hadn’t already felt the gooey seize of your pussy trying to hold him hostage.
His mouth trudges over your throat, fingers roaming over to give your clit a nice few pinches. Meaningfully, “Here? Orrrr–” Punctuating each word, each second with a thorough drilling into your g-spot. “-here? Make up th-that ditzy lil’ mind. Seriously.”
Your head drunkenly crashes on top of his collarbone and stays there, “R-right here- there. Both, Sugu.”
“Again with the f-fucking Sugu-” Geto snarls out, though you can sense by his cloudy scent that he was anything but irritated with you.
Your whines had quietened down into something more of an incoherent mess, and the main things ringing in Geto’s ears right now were the creaky protests of his bed and the clammy plops of his thrusts.
“C’mon now— where’s my bossy fuck! omega? The one who loves her poor, nerdy Sugu?”
Arousal reaching a peak, and now that he’d found your g-spot, he was probing into it with fat thuds. Not just once or twice. Nooooo, it was over and over and-
“Just w-wanna cum—” you’re sobbing out. Jerking your body like a bobble-head up and down to further feel the drag of his Herculean form behind you, to savor each ridge and sculpted curve sweatily massaging your back. “P-pleeeeease, Suguru. Let me cum?”
Swerving his tensing hips out alllll the way back to leave solid smooches ‘round your pussy entrance each and every time, and then there were the squelches-
Oh, you were just flooding a slippery sheen all over his hefty, swelling base. A viscid luster of slick that glided all the way down to drip off of his sack n’ between his legs.
Your eyes manage to snatch themselves open- hissing at the realization that it was pooling especially around that particularly ballooned-up ring right over Geto’s breeder balls.
Was that? With a shiver you’re rutting backwards, feeling for yourself the slow drag of his proud knot. Bigger than any else you’ve ever seen. It was.
You rasp, throat itchy and raw. Sweltering droplets of tears streaming down your cheeks when he matches the stuttering beat of your heart with every pressurized push- “P-please.”
“Needy thing. Cum, huh?” Geto drawls out, voice thick with need and something else you were too stupid to register right now. He collides you even tighter against rippling pecs. Taking the sweet, sweet opportunity to poke his nose into your scent gland and steal a looooong breath of your overdriven pheromones.
“Cum then, c-cum. Fucking cum all over my cock.”
Fuck, it’s with those exact words in mind that you do.
Startling straight headfirst into your high - and you don’t think you’ve even crashed into one wave of bliss before the other overtakes you. And another. And another-
“Oh g-god—” You’re trilling, only held up by the ruthless grip that Geto was maintaining. His hips were deep, and your pleasure even deeper. “-please. Please- please, Sugu-”
He’s hunching over your body ever-so-slightly, resting your thighs against his thick, flexing ones. Only bending you over to kiss your g-spot even more sinfully, Geto’s response comes out ragged into your lobes. “Tch, wh-what now?”
His ruby-red tip was blushing like a strawberry and just as plump - swirling around your treasure trove of spots, pounding you through each peak of your orgasm until you saw stars.
“Cum i-insiiiide-” Your barely-audible groans spring out into the heady air, adding to its hypnotic mix of perfumes. And it’s not just the heat that made you crave Geto carnally, every pap! against the puffy ring at his base making you crave more more more- “Want it a-all up…”
You’re trailing off, melted mind unable to do multiple things at once.
With tottering fingerpads, you’re trapping one of his palms underneath your own. Homing itself right above where his rounded tip was stretching open your insides, right above your womb.
“H-here, okay? Don’t miss-”
You blink up at him and Geto thinks he might just be having a heart attack. Sparks fizzing around his sloshed brain, “Fuh-fuuuuck– don’t talk out of yer pussy, gorgeous.” He spanks your clit once. Twice just to watch your eyes glaze over stupidly. “Or m’gonna get you pregnant.”
Soothing over that faint bulge he was fucking into your tummy, “Gonna h-have my baby growing allll up in here. Make you round and…” His voice sounds faint, whispering. “-big and…glowing. And…and pregnant.”
But, ah- you never did make it easy for him. Did you? Always had to have your way.
Which Geto Suguru gladly gave.
“But I want that, Sugu—” You pout, “Wan’ your knot…please?”
You didn’t have to say another word before Geto’s finishing off in such a messy way, reaching the biggest fucking orgasm he’s had in his entire life. The strongest. The most heavenly and oh- oh, were you an angel?
He’s collapsing onto the drenched sheets before he knows it, pinning you down with the strong v-line of his hips.
“Shit-” Geto emits through the cracks in his bitten canines. “Shit shit shit- shit-”
You don’t know who’s losing their mind more, you or him. Falling into the well of a second, third, perhaps even fourth orgasm with how blissfully his fattened, split-ended cock bruised every nook of your adhesive-like walls.
Your saliva cascades in puddles that soak the pillows through. “Suguruuu— a-are you okay-”
“Do I look okay?”
Sexily ridged abs kneading your back, hands scrambling on the mattress, inked shoulders shivering. His swollen knot hits and hits your pussymound.
And it’s only once his trembly fingers latch around his glasses - fumbling, dropping it copious times before Geto manages to push them haphazardly onto his face.
Tilting his head back just enough degrees to watch as the curved fringe of his knot disappears past your puffy folds.
“There we- there…” He’s driveling clingy wads of translucent saliva, letting the stray pouring excess hit your fluttering hole with a splat! One eager thumb of Geto’s hooks into your entrance and bullies it aside to let his incredible perimeter sink iiiiiiiiin-
He’s melting into you now, spent. Ruined. “Get pregnant.” Geto whispers into your sweat-glossed shoulder blade once he feels the back of his knot get fully enveloped into your pussy with a gummy pop! Once he feels himself finally tip over- “Get pregnant.”
And it’s not just mindless babbling - it’s a promise.
A promise that he rasps out time and time against with every wadded slip of seed that dollops out across your cervix. Pushing it so deep. Smearing acres of ribbony streaks all over your most precious orifices and spots.
“Gonna know wh-what we did.” Geto whimpers, shit- he couldn’t pound his voluminous ounces of cum into you as aggressively as he wanted with this damn knot. “Entire campus. Professors. Everyone’s gonna know ngh- how I fucked ya full. F-fucked you pregnant. Gonna wonder.”
But that didn’t stop him from trying.
That didn’t stop him from wrenching out a hand to squeeze the ends of your sopping wet slit, forcing down on his very knot. Squeezing out so many numerous dredges of syrupy white cum that thwack! thwack! thwacks! a filthy second skin against your walls.
“Fuh-fuuuuck— get pregnant, gorgeous.” He’s rutting. Grinding. Humping you like some beast more than man. “Gonna l-look at you all round n’ big and see me- me me me. Get pregnant get pregnant get-”
Geto’s mouth parts at the pearly dewdrops of seed that leak from the overstuffed ends of your cunt. He can feel his entire body twitch, can feel his sharpened teeth lacquer so rabidly.
He still wasn’t done.
Still letting one prespired forearm of his dangle around your neck, manhandling you into a fucking headlock. The other tracing the edges of his digits over your glands, squeezing until your skin was all tender and raw.
And puffy.
Perfect for him to tilt his head and bite—
“Ohhh- yes!” Every fibre of your being delights at the way Geto’s biting you so hard that you can smell crimson iron. Your pheromone bubble pops! to mix together with his own. Becoming one. And you can scent him - you can feel him.
Glasses clashing, teeth tearing. Before you know it, you’re doing the same. “Suguruuuu— m’yours.”
Your mate latches onto the curves of your hips - your soon-to-be birthing hips.
And the way Geto rediscovers that - tucking his face into the ruined, drenched fabric of those cherry pink panties and taking an endless, husky sniff - tells you that this was going to be a long, loooong night.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, making him cúm dry, making him WHlMPER, p sIapping, spítting, chokíng, headIocks, challenges, DlLF!Toji (well he already is), Avatar AU (for Geto), Fire-bending master!Geto, use of powers, true form!Sukuna, Heian era, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, overstím, squírting, slight dry-húmping, they’re GONE, GOJO’S POWERS, Shinjuku Showdown FR, ìnappropriate use of cursed techniques, unIimited void, he’s feraI, slight pIots, matíng presses, fuII neIsons, manhandIing, pussydrunk JJK men, sIight bóndage (Higuruma), creampìes, cúmpIay, slight cúmfIation, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. ALRIIIIIIIGHT I heard you babygirls ab Zuko okay?! And he just kept remindig me of Sugu so…
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 6 rounds.
Your neighbor Toji has been eyeing you for a while.
Of course—one could argue that that was simply due to the structure of this place. It was one of those shoebox apartments; deceptively smaller-looking on the outside, with a pitiful few sprigs of a garden and an elevator that never worked. The only thing the exterior got correct was just how…intimate you’d be with your next-door neighbor.
And you knew all too well.
When you first moved, you’d walked the few steps it took to knock on your neighbor’s door - Fushiguro, the nameplate said - and you were met with…the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.
Off-color undershirt. Tall stature.
A body that could’ve been handcrafted by the gods themselves as he lifted a muscular arm up to grasp the door frame. “Tch. Whatever you’re selling, we’re not buying.”
But you weren’t put off - because you’ve been eyeing Toji, too.
And the moment you saw him, you’ve been wanting to ride that man dry.
But perhaps that was too much for an introduction to your next-door neighbor, no? That was probably more of a second meeting thing- hah. And so you’d hastened to explain that you were actually the new tenant, handing over the bundle of cookies that you’d baked for the residents you were close to.
And Toji had looked at the cookies, and at you….and at the cookies…and at you- before ultimately sticking his head outside and glancing down the hallway - as if to make sure that this really wasn’t some superior marketing tactic.
And yes, he really had just gotten free cookies.
Finally, he raised a dark brow at you and smiled - or at least what you imagined was a semblance of a smile. Just the slightest quirk of his scarred lips. “Heh…we’ll get along. Nice to meetcha, I’m Fushiguro Toji.”
And just then, Fushiguro Megumi had made an entrance at the wafting smell of freshly-baked treats. Immediately tugging the bag out of the man’s hands and taking it for himself-
You promised Toji that you’d make another batch for him.
And so you did. And so you baked, you accompanied Toji shopping, you helped him move away from giving poor Megs instant ramen for dinner all the time—you even got to bake in their kitchen when your oven once broke down.
Thus. After a few months, Saturday nights often looked like an amalgamation of both your previous routines; with you ignoring your manager’s overtime phone calls to put on your favorite show and indulge in some selfcare. Toji with his pen out and his eyes squinting at the latest jockey racing results- dammit, Haru Urara lost again.
Down the hall, Megumi was fast asleep.
All in his apartment.
You can’t remember the last time you’d wound down in your own- but before you can consider what that meant…Toji’s throwing his pen down. He heaves himself up from the brightly-lit dining table to sit down beside you—gaze narrowing at the half-shitty soap opera you’d put on to pass the time. “What…the hell is that?”
“A show.” You retort.
“I get that- hah, you think m’stupid?” Toji rolls his sage green eyes. And before you can reply with something smart, he’s gesturing half-heartedly at the screen before him. “I mean- why the hell is there so much…crying and moaning.”
Your gaze snaps to the quickly-shifting scenes on-screen, “That is, uh…” In the few seconds you’d looked away to scour Toji’s library for a book that wasn’t a sports magazine or a Haru Urara fanbook, it seems the plotline on the TV had taken…a far more different route. “Sex.”
“You think I fucking don’t know what’s-” As you’re laughing your head off, Toji cuts himself off and pinches the top of his nosebridge. Surely to ward off his oncoming headache.
You always did do that to him. In the best way.
And after a deep breath, he gestures idly at the screen once more. Or more specifically: the way the love interest’s eyes widen in shock, mouth dropping as he looks between where they were connected. He’s saying something that makes you still, “Why is he talking about…cumming dry? There’s no way that’s fuckin’ real.”
“It is?” You’re peering at him in confusion. “It literally is?”
Toji crosses his beefy arms, “No way.”
“You’re going to argue with science, Toji?”
“M’just saying- it’s never happened to me.” He retorts.
And the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them- “…Is that a challenge?” You regret them as soon as they’re entering the tense air, making the older man stiffen beside you—
And you’re just about to apologize and bow yourself out of the awkwardness when-
“Oh you can fucking try.”
It’s how you find yourself being guided to Toji’s single bedroom - no matter how many times you’ve been in his apartment, you’ve strayed far from here - and sprawled out on his vast mattress. Legs straddling his hips. Hands braced on his pecs.
You’re grabbing a nice feeling of them and it makes the beefy man groan. He’s peering up at you through his jet-black bangs, only half-covering his smoldering gaze. “So…? I’m fucking hot, yeah, but you’re just gonna stand there ogling me or…”
“So humble, too.” You scoff.
And then you’re fiddling with the drawstrings of his sweatpants to take his thiiiiick, reddened tip in a single swoop - or at least try to. He grins, “Yeah. And don’t forget big.”
.
.
.
Toji Fushiguro fucks you - or it’s more like you’re on top n’ bouncing your hips down onto him - so that you won’t forget it.
So that you’re feeling the lil’ twinge of pressure between your legs once you’re walking out of this damn room, so that you’re feeling the remnants of his cum glued creamily to your pussy. It better feel empty without him in there - and Toji has one palm of his pressed up against your gaping mouth, so that you won’t wake Megumi.
And the other one of his was latched your left hip.
Gripping lovingly onto the flesh there and lurching your hips up and down—faster and faster. Moving. Manhandling. Because with just a few strokes of his sheer girth, you’re seemingly dickmatized.
And leaving it aaaaaall up to Toji to guide n’ prod.
To angle your hips in figure-eights so that he can feel his cum swirling inside. Stirring it with his glistening cock. “Atta girl.” Toji gruffs out at the feeling of being utterly slathered by your walls. “And what was that about cumming dry? Hah- because m’still rock-hard and the only one having trouble here is you—”
“You’re trouble.” You huff.
“Not what I said.” He snickers. Before his handsome face leans upwards and licks off a stray tear dangling from your cheek, “But you’re lucky you’re- hck! cute. And how many rounds was that, huh, doll?”
“Six.”
“Good. And how many rounds have I cum dry?”
“Zero…” Huffing at the smug look on his face- oh, how you wanted to wipe that off. Oh, how you wanted to make him eat his words—and perhaps without even realizing it, you’re jerking your hips stubbornly back and forth.
It wasn’t matching up to the controlled place that he was slammin’ away at the back of your cervix- but it sure was something.
Your velvety walls were utterly drenched in Toji’s hot cum by now - and that just made it so much easier for you to ground your feet into the mattress n’ take him. All of him. All of those crude, curved inches of him that opened you up perfectly—“B-but don’t think that you’re gonna get off that easily.”
“Oh yeah?” A moan hatches at the back of his throat- botched exhales. “And what’s different about this time, huh?”
“This time-” Fuck, Toji’s grin spreads in a feline way across his face. He was looking at you through half-lidded eyes, vision just a little blurred from pleasure, and there was an almost…wolfish hunger in them that makes you answer- “This time I don’t have enough space.”
And that makes one of his brows raise, “Hah?”
“I said it.” To emphasize your point, you’re parting your thighs just a little—almost difficult with the way his sap had them glued together. The milky-white ribbons of Toji’s cum leakin’ out of your poor pussy, so much of it that it’s dripping down and making his black curls there glisten. “Look…”
Toji’s pants slightly quicken at the sinful sight.
“Next time, you better not cum so much again- or else s’not gonna fit.”
Scoffing, he runs a thumb freely between your pussylips- and pushes in a few of the escaping wads. “And what if I just…make it fit.” Along with the fat edge of his thumb. “Juuuust like this.”
You’re wracking with shivers at the sudden intrusion, “What- cock so sensitive you can’t stop cumming?” Though you really liked it - with how much he was flooding your cunt every time - and he knew it, too.
“Pussy so whiny she can’t handle one more?”
“You wish.”
And that’s earning you a good spankin’ on top of your pussylips.
One. Two. Three.
Without pause. Soon, your cunt’s feeling utterly raw in the aftermath—and you’re clinging onto Toji’s firm deltoids for dear life.
But that didn’t mean you were going to back down anytime soon.
No…instead, you’re using the sudden grip to steady your weakened hips. With your two knees squeezing either side of his obliques, and your back arched into a curvature that makes his mouth water - you’re meeting Toji’s sloppy pace. Pushing him back down by the shoulders and taking over the sloppy pace—
Toji’s tipping over onto the pillows now. You’re smack-smack-smacking your hips down onto his at a jackhammerin’ cadence - faster than even he was, perhaps…
And it’s that fact that makes him breathe, “O-oh, okay.” Toji’s unsure where to put his hands- so you’re swiftly taking them into yours and making him puuuuush down on your bloated stomach. The wads of his cum glisten down your thighs, catching the dim lighting of the bedroom. “This is new.” Never has anyone ever tried to take charge of him.
And there was something so hot about it.
Something so irresistible about that determined set of your brow. The way you’re ruined on his cock and attempting to desperately make him even more so. The way you’re squeezing your cunt so tightly around his length—dragging your walls down it. And up. And down.
Your hamstrings ache as you ride. Your pussy’s grabbin’ him all over from the veeeeery crowned top- and then down to his thickened hilt.
Milking him is the only expression he can use to describe the motion.
“New as in…” You’re feeling the smile stretch across your face, milking Toji’s cock was all he was worth. Your hips accelerate. “-going-to-make-you-cum-dry sort of new? Or?”
Another spank- this time, right on your clit. “D-don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Pushing him down from attempting to take control of the pace once more. You’re throwing your head back and riiiding out his erection the way you like it - “M’just saying…you just stuttered.” His breath hitches at your response- “So victory might be closer than I thought.”
“I…”
“Awww. Is the big, bad Toji Fushiguro speechless for once?”
“Oh, fuck you.”
But, truly, he could feel the pressurized build-up at the base of his cock. Starting off small. Starting right above where his balls were twitchin’ and aching - and then moving up, up, uuup every single inch to angrily throb at his tip.
Furious, furious.
It had barely even started yet, and somehow Toji already knew that it was something different from all those orgasms that came before it. And so he’s clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he feels it overcoming him—
“Fuh-fuck.” He’s out-of-breath just from the first wave. And desperately - pathetically - Toji’s hoping to anything that’d listen that it wasn’t a dry orgasm. He’s pleading. He’s mentally on his knees and begging-
And then…with a sudden buck of his hips Toji’s round, blushin’ cockhead strikes the bottom of your pussy. It’s then that he’s realizing that perhaps manifesting really doesn’t work for some old bastard like him- because he doesn’t even have to feel the contrasting wetness of your cervix to already know.
To realize that though his bliss was searing through his body in waves-
His cock was dribbling out absolutely nothing.
Six rounds and he’d finally lost it.
The rush of his orgasm coursing through him, accompanied by the inexplicable emergence of nothing more. His achingly hot tip can do nothing more than stick deep into your pussy n’ swerve around the bundled-up wads of cum there. Not adding. Not taking.
Horny embarrassment mingles with his broken pride; and Toji clenches his jaw as he peers up at you—you and that damn accomplished smile.
You’re fluttering your lashes innocently down at him- “Yes, Toji? Got anything else to say about cumming dry?”
“No…” He reluctantly admits. Before spitting out -“What else does that TV show have?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 10 rounds.
You didn’t expect your husband to be anything but a gentleman.
Who would?
Nanami Kento was the epitome of everything one would want their partner to be; he was sweet, he was patient, he was intelligent in many ways—but most of all, emotionally. He loved you at your best and he loved you when you didn’t feel so - and thus, he was the man that stood before you at the altar.
Donned in a dark hakama. Blond hair slicked back.
Rose-gold ring glistening on one hand.
Stating vows to love one another from here onwards and forevermore; and he’s never meant anything more. Nothing has been truer in his entire life.
The celebrations were uproarious- not from Nanami’s end, but rather from your elated friends. Your new husband sat beside you silently during the reception, making sure you were eating well and that the air conditioning at the venue wasn’t too cold—though when he did get a few beers in him, he kept whispering from a scandalously close proximity how beautiful those robes looked on you…how much better it might look off—
You remember during this time that Shoko had tottered by - held up by weary Utahime - and blessed the two of you ten times over. Ultimately clapping Nanami on the shoulders and telling him to take good care of you.
And to not disappoint you on your wedding night-
But that was around the time that Utahime had decided that your brown-haired friend had taken one too many vodka shots. No chasers.
And she’d dragged her away whilst you and Nanami sat hot-under-the-collar in your seats. Avoiding much eye contact - because surely most could guess what was bound to happen at the end of the reception, the farewell.
And so had come the wedding night.
.
.
.
The two of you had barely made two steps into your five-star wedding suite before the expensive wedding clothes were falling to the floor.
And Nanami’s gotten you pressed into the most delicious full nelson on top of the rose petal-covered mattress. Cock heavy and hard. Those crimson flowers forming a heart underneath your two tangled bodies, and Nanami’s cock echoing the most lewd slurps n’ squelches.
It’d only gotten louder throughout the night- as Nanami swabbed the droplets of his creamy white cum inside you. Just married and he was already stuffing you full—
Four hours and hours. Making you cum through each one.
As a gentleman should, of course.
You think it’s around the tenth or so round when your head’s tipping stupidly backwards - resting against his firm collarbone - as Nanami’s burnished red cocktip rams into your g-spot again. Glued using a few webs of his seed, it’s a carnal sensation that sets your teeth on edge, and the blond-haired man crushes you close—
“Sh-shit…” You’re keening out, voice taking on a shrill pitch. “Kento- oh, ngh—” Barely able to speak through the loooong, thorough thrusts that he was planting inside you. “I n-never knew you could be so…”
Another hard slam! that leaves your ears ringing. And Nanami’s tone husked to almost nothingness as he asks, “Yes, my love—?”
“Rough.” Crying out.
Though they were cries of utter pleasure- of wanting him to continue. Because in the years that you’ve known him, Nanami Kento has never fucked you like this—has never fucked you the way he was hammerin’ mean strokes into you on your wedding night. Harsh plap! after plap! of skin-on-skin.
Of his stinging pink pelvis pushing into yours.
And your husband moves at a carnal pace - muddled brain unable to process anything more - once he feels your limp hips slippin’ out from above him. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and slick leaking like a waterfall between your glossy pussylips. “Sh-shit, Kento, m’gonna…”
“I’ve got you, my love.” Nanami wraps his bulky arms underneath both legs and hauls you upwards.
“Oh…” Your jaw drops, “You’re just moving me so easily.”
He merely chuckles at your cuteness- were you cockdrunk already?
And once you’re in proper position, laid out on top of the toned line of Nanami’s abdomen, he gently removes his arms. You’re almost disappointed at the massage of his flexing muscles- but before you can miss him too much, your newly-wed husband has them latched onto you again.
This time, in a headlock.
Left arm looped around your pretty throat.
Right arm slithered between your legs and squeezing your clit immediately.
You buck up at the sudden burst of pleasure- stars behind your eyes. Moans ready at the tip of your tongue—
“Shhhh shh shh, I wouldn’t want whoever’s next door to hear my- haaaah, beautiful wife’s sounds. I’m a protective man, darling.” He murmurs throatily behind you, “Unless it’s that new last name of yours.”
So gone by the way his round, throbbing tip was bulldozing into you until your toes curled- “N-new last name…?” It’s taking you a little while to register it.
But Nanami Kento always was a patient man, wasn’t he? And so he’s simply nodding, leaning down and spittin’ straight between your pretty lips to claim that mouth as his own- and his as yours. Of course. “Your last name.” He responds. “Mrs. Nanami.”
The mere sound of it is enough to make you shudder—“Oh.”
“Or…your last name is mine, too.” Nanami hums to himself- now so utterly gone on the idea of it all. Of marriage. Of the fact that you’re his wife - his wife. He tightens his headlock and kisses your temple gently, “It’s actually why m’a little more…rough, today, my love. You’ll have to forgive me.”
“I l-like it.” You’re replying, “And this is all because of- hngh, our wedding night, Kento?”
“Not quite.”
And you’re feeling cum glue to your cervix as you’re bucking downwards- but of course, your husband would never keep you waiting long. With a simple kiss to that wedding ring you were wearing, he raises your left hand up, up, upwards—to grip at his golden tresses. You’re going to need it.
Because in the next few seconds, Nanami then plants his feet further flatly on the mattress and drills his cock up into you. Tunneling. Mazing. Bashing his ruddied tip against every sweet spot.
He was fucking you like he hated you - and the creaking bedsprings would agree - but oh, how he loved you so.
The sheer amount of pleasure that courses through you was almost numbing.
And without further ado, you’re babbling out the sweetest whimpers n’ whines of his name. Nanami’s breath fanning your face hotly as he leans in and whispers—“It’s because you’re my wife.”
Lightning strikes you to your very core.
You could feel your high imposing.
Nanami’s honed canines nip at your earlobes, “It’s the same but not-” He continues, throat growing more n’ more ragged with grunts, the more the thrusted inside. “It’s what I’ve been dreaming for this entire time- fuck, but it’s…so…so much better.” Voice shattering at this very moment. “Darling, it’s like I can’t stop.”
And he fully meant it.
You’re clawing at the beefy expanse of his forearms as he accelerates, your high starting to shoot and crackle with no end-
“I’ve tried.” Nanami’s voice sounds hollow, echoing with something far more primal than you’ve ever heard of him. And hit thrusts- oh, his strikes were so toe-curling. “I’ve tried—but I just can’t seem to. I’ve told myself, I’ve made myself…” The most sinful squelch! wrenches from your pussy as he rolls over your clit and makes you cum once more, “But no matter how hard I try…I just can’t seem to stop wanting to cum inside my wife’s pussy.”
“K-Kento—” Your back arches- lights flashing behind your eyes. “Inside- please.”
“That’s exactly the problem.” He sounds like a man maddened. “I need to see this pussy drippin’ wet with my cum.” You’re shivering as he runs the flatness of his thumb between your cunt’s folds, just so sensitive that the barest graze leaves electricity zapping through your body. “Nine time- nine fucking times-” He rarely swore. “-and I still feel the urge to watch her try to gulp me up. To watch her overspill. To feel her soppin’ wet right down to the womb—”
Breathless with need. “Then do it, husband…”
“I can’t help myself.”
And then Nanami’s cumming.
Like he’d always planned to, of course. But the only problem was that this time - the tenth - he’s feeling nothing but the smallest trickle of cum. Just the faintest few ounces.
And then nothing more- although it feels like he’s still pouring out as much as it takes to flood you.
It hits him instantly that he’s cumming dry.
And Nanami’s mouth drops, blond lashes fluttering just a bit as he takes in the situation. No matter how many times he was draaagging his vein-covered cock in and out of your channel, it only left him as dry and overstimulated as ever.
Tears pricking behind his eyes, Nanami gasps. “This feels like a-a premonition…”
“Of?” You blink.
“The fact that this night’s not over yet.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - 8 rounds.
“Please- ngh—” The sound that leaves you is far too pitiful for your reputation. How could you have ever thought…“P-please, I beg of you-”
“Oh? You beg of me, hm?” Geto’s words were just dripping with amusement, and his smile presses up against your throat. Clammy. Pulse thundering. That beautiful long hair of his was completely untied and falling over the sides of your body, strands tickling down your arched back- it was like a cloak of night. And so was the firebending master.
You’re throwing your head back and keening—“More.”
“You beg more of your enemy?”
What treason. What treachery.
How did you even get here?
You could blame all the training; all the long nights and the countless days spent by the water, the feeling of power rippling through your body as you mastered it. It was no secret that the Fire Nation and the Water Nation were at war.
These were the days that would end up as history, after all.
But you just wondered whether this battle would…between one of the best of the Water Nation - you - and the Fire Prince himself. Geto Suguru.
Announced as next-in-line to the throne. The man your age with a fear-striking reputation that ran far and deep. And treacherous.
It was a siege planned by the group of rebels you were a part of, and it was simple: attack the Fire Nation’s Royal Palace and end their bloodline once and for all. And for that, you’d have to take care of the prince himself.
Little did you know that what had begun as a one-on-one fight between the two of you at highly close quarters would turn into something….else entirely. As you’d straddled him during combat and prepared to call upon your powers - chest heaving, eyes locked - you had no idea who leaned in first. You had no idea which one of you was the first traitor.
And so here you were…
Knees digging into the hard floor of the Fire Nation’s Imperial Dojo, mouth slobberin’ out lungfuls of moans. Your head throwing backwards and hitting the prominent collarbones of none other than your sworn enemy—Geto Suguru.
Who was fucking his hard, red-hot cock into you like he hated you.
And he probably did.
And yet…and yet- he can’t stop himself from lunging his needy hips forwards and slamming French kisses into the back of your cervix. Those nice, gooey depths that welcomed him with such fervour it almost made him laugh. But despite how bemusing it might be, Geto knows he should stop. He knows he needs to adhere to his duties…but here he was again.
And again and again.
Runnin’ on his seventh round, where he’s ruggedly pulling his vein-covered cock in and out of you. He fucked mean. And he was only getting meaner as he cranes his neck forwards, digging his pearly white canines into the crook of your neck.
Harder and harder.
“N-ngh…” It’s just barely-there. Sneakily, Geto muffles that broken noise emanating from the back of his throat - meanwhile, you’re left moaning once his hot sap starts to fill your cunt up once more.
Just the cutest few drops - drooling - before he immediately pulls out and sprays those satiny ribbons down your outer pussy. Coating a few milky-white layers on top, he then rubs his swollen n’ sap-glossed tip uuuuup and down your pussylips; a few times before plunging back in again. “M-more…”
It’s so quiet and pitchy that he barely hears it. But Geto Suguru wasn’t the nation’s fiercest warrior for nothing- “Pardon?” Those amethyst eyes of his widen at your request. It took a lot to surprise the Fire Prince, but now…he’s leisurely blowing the jet-black bangs out of his face to peer at you. “Repeat that.”
“Is that a command?” You bite.
And what you’re getting in response is a quick swat on your left ass cheek. Geto’s trained fingers were purposefully increasing their body temperature, leaving his imprint sizzling on your skin—“It is.” That chiselled body of his leans his weight even further down on you, massaging you with smooth, perspired abs. His long tendrils tickle your neck, “And what do you have to say to that, smallfry?”
“I say…” You’re whispering.
Leaning down even closer- practically pinning you beneath him. “Mhmmmm?”
“Fuh-fuck you.”
You weren’t repeating a single thing.
Turning your head ‘round to spit at him. Right across his face.
Except; Geto Suguru anticipates this very moment to leave his unfairly pretty lips ajar and let you spit in his mouth. Straight into his mouth. You’re watching in slow-motion as the glittery wad enters past his maw, getting smeared as the firebender then crashes his lips onto yours.
Such a filthy, filthy kiss.
You’re moaning deep into his mouth Geto roves his hips back n’ starts prodding even harder. Even harder. With the red, spherical tip of his cock—he enters your womb and lingers for a bit. “Now…” Another slap. “That isn’t a very nice thing to say, princess.”
You gasp. He knew.
That lineage you’d fought to keep hidden, for years upon years as you trained and grew stronger, noticed so easily by the prince himself…
Two royals tangled in something you couldn’t discern from passion and a fight.
Geto’s smile spreads against your mouth, and his hands come pummeling down in a rapidfire smack-smack-smack on your ass cheek. Temperature raising at the tips of his fingers. It’s practically sizzling- “What? Cock got your tongue?”
Another smack on your cunt. “Shut up.”
“Tha’s alright- you don’t have to answer me.” He croons. Dragging out with the tip of his tongue- and his cock, the sheer sensitivity of your pussy means that now even the slightest hit at your g-spot makes you jump—
Only for Geto to drag you backwards with a single arm wrapped around your throat. His bulky forearm bulges as he traps you in a headlock; and you’re just starting to ogle his muscles as he rams and rams his trained hips into you. Accelerating. Dragging it down your walls even faster- “But there is just one question I need to find out the answer to.” And that hand of his comes spankin’ down even harder. Smoothing along your ass cheek, “Can the Water Princess squirt—?”
“Fuh-fuck.” He was ruthless. If you thought that Geto was fucking you mean earlier, then you weren’t ready for right now. Your hands claw at the flooring before you, “No sooner than the Fire Prince can cum dry.”
It was the eighth round now and the both of you were gone.
With his hips pinning you down to the dojo ground. His headlock tighter than ever- veiny and muscular. The plump head of his cock drills into you so rapidly that it was nearly nothing but a blur of pink—in and out. In and out.
Geto’s making it a few more sharp thrusts before he feels pleasure coiling at the pit of his stomach. And he can’t have that - of course he can’t cum before who’s supposed to be his mortal enemy - so he squeezes his hand between your legs n’ rolls over that oversensitive nub with two fingers. Powerful fingers—his heat was sizzling, a carnal sensation that you couldn’t even begin to describe.
You yelp.
And though you couldn’t exactly call on your waterbending at the moment, you’re still able to jerk your hips back n’ meet Geto’s thrusts.
Fucking him just as angrily as he was fucking you.
Again and again.
The dojo grounds around you two rumble as though the most passionate fight, before your head throws back and you’re feeling your orgasm hurtling into you. And without thinking twice, you’re reaching underneath your body and grazing Geto’s aching, pistoning cock- just the slightest wisp of your waterbending power…being used to make your fingertips cold.
Cold to the touch.
Cold to contrast against his furiously hot cock.
With a flinch- you’re both tumbling into your highs.
“Fuck- oh…fuck.” You—with your cunt soakin’ itself in the excess of your orgasm. Dopamine coursing through your veins and your eyes fluttering shut- your peripherals sprint to the back of your head. And your toes curl…“I can feel you cumming dry, Suguru.”
“Sh-shut up.”
And so he was—his cockhead was flinching like he’d been spurting out ribbony wires of cum, his balls were clenching…and yet there was nothing. It wasn’t like the previous rounds when you had your deepest depths splashed in a sudden warmth- Geto, this time, was simply emptying out nothing.
Still fucking you ravenously through it-
“Cumming dry.” Elongating his wave of bliss. Rammin’ into your g-spot like a button, just so you could feel the slightest bit of the overstimulation he was. Almost laughing to himself, “You really fucking made me cum dry-”
“Problem, Fire Prince?”
“Not at all, Water Princess.”
And once he’s finally feeling it bate - his shaft having pumped out nothing throughout its entire duration - Geto presses his face into the crook of your neck and moans.
“Best of three then?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 3 rounds.
“Baby, I just…” Choso’s tone quivers, something deep and dark seeping into his words. They seemingly erupt from the back of his throat, against his own will, and hang in the air like a sudden spritz of perfume—
Wait…you swear you’re smelling actual perfume.
Brows furrowing. Turning your nose upwards, you take in the fleeting flowery scent; before looking over your shoulder at where your boyfriend was standing.
It was a slow, sleazy weekend: time for just the two of you. The honks of cars were winding down, and sunset dripped from Tokyo city’s roofs and foliage. The only time when Choso was allowed to refuse the missions that the higher-ups foisted upon him, and when you could decline your manager’s calls without feeling even the slightest bit of guilt.
Instead. He was supposed to help you bake cookies today, he was supposed to be padding into your shared kitchen n’ press a sweet, sweet kiss to your cheek - then insist he take over as he always does. He was supposed to be…not this. Whatever this was.
Leaned against the dooframe. Head dropped. Hair loose. Breaths coming out in gusts. Choso had his Brother Bear t-shirt off and his bare chest flushed—damp with perspiration. It’s as though he’d been taken over by a sudden fever, ravaging through him, radiating heat through every single pore. Making his rosy cheeks flush even rosier as he jerks his dark, glazed eyes up to look at you.
And a sudden jolt goes through the both of you-
“Choso…?” You’re cautiously taking a step towards him- to which he’s surprising you by taking a step back. “Baby, what happened?”
“I-I just—” His voice hatches and cracks. Urgently clawing at himself. “Remember how I wasn’t feeling too well in the morning?”
You nod, taking another step closer.
He scratches behind his neck - movements torrid and heavy. Lethargic. “So I took a nap, and when I woke up it was just feeling…” Almost subconsciously, Choso’s hands snake down to the drawstrings of his sweatpants- fuck. And it’s just then that you’re registering the throbbing, aching bulge between his long legs. “-hot.”
Wordlessly, you’re looking at the calendar propped up on one end of the kitchen counter. Ah—the realization makes your lips part. Today’s date sticks out like a jagged nail, or - more accurately - like a…
Your gaze flickers back down to where Choso mindlessly paws at his erection. Breathless. Heating up.
“Cho, baby.” You’re catching his attention once more. Chocolate brown eyes glisten with tears- “I think you’re in heat.”
A shiver crawls through his body.
And his jaw drops, “Oh.”
Soon enough, you’re crossing the sizzling distance between you both and taking your agonized boyfriend by the hand. He flinches - just a little - as his skin touches yours- before you’re pulling him into a kiss and he simply melts—moans your name.
The two of you aren’t making two steps towards the bedroom before Choso hugs you from behind n’ crushes his red-hot, sensitive erection into your back. Breathing out a barely-audible plea. And then you’re both crashing onto the floor - the half-curse’s hands tugging on your panties, your hands flying to his cock.
He’s gotten you kneeled and arched into his scorching body temperature- before he reels backwards and funnels his cock in.
Just the very curve of it. Just the very tip—blushed red like a strawberry and twice as thick, he’s letting his eyes flutter shut as Choso cums instantly - instantly - at the feeling of your soaked pussy. The half-curse glues his hips to yours and starts spraying out satiny ropes of cum, “F-f-fuck…” His bottom lip quivers so cutely.
“Already, Cho?” Your purr.
It was just so cute. Because in the next few seconds he’s almost sobbing- “I…I can’t help myself.” Pretty face coming down to press in the junction of your throat, plastered with hot sweat and tears.
“Awwww.” You’re turning around to place a kiss on his cheek, “That heat’s made my poor boyfriend so sensitive, huh?”
And Choso simply nods and nods- “But m’not done yet.” Then you’re feeling the buzz of cursed energy- Choso’s cursed energy. You’re feeling your breath hitch as the technique of blood manipulation courses through his veins and renders his cock as hard as ever, flushed so hot you could feel him scorching between your swollen pussylips.
He just whimpers at the sensation. Blood manipulation always did leave him a little dizzy…
Then his hips are hammerin’ away into yours as though he was hungry to reach every pulsing spot and nerve inside. Every ounce of space. That spongy layer of your cervix felt like fucking heaven to him, and he didn’t know why but…but something was calling at him to keep on pushin’ his bundles of cum even deeper down there. To keep hitting it over and over.
To give you looooong, textured drags from his tip to his foamed hilt.
To let the most sensual grunts emanate from his throat every time he’s feeling your soaked walls attempt to clench around him. Chasing after the sensation of him stuffing you full.
In more or less of a doggy position, you’re steadying your hands on the lust-red carpet beneath you- and bucking your hips up. He was sizzling hot.
Once.
It makes Choso’s doey eyes widen—and he’s staring at you with bated breath. “What are you…”
Twice.
The globes of your ass cheeks reach backwards and smack! his toned pelvis. That sugary scent in the air only seems to grow even stronger- “Fuh-fuck, baby, that’s dangerous. If you do that, m’gonna…”
Eyes glazing over twofold. A slick line of drool on the corner of his mouth.
Your own twitches in amusement- you had him absolutely wrecked in nothing but a few bounces. In nothing but a few figure-eights making his pupils run to the back of his head. You’re bucking your hips back n’ forth to milk him even more—
“B-baby…”
And that seems to be the last straw for the heat-struck Choso Kamo: who’s lurching his needy body forwards. Pressing one large hand on the upper area of your spine, it doesn’t take much for him to lean his hefty weight down and make you collapse onto the floor-
As you’re toppling - your boyfriend following closely behind as though stuck to you by superglue - he’s placing a forearm underneath your face. A soft cushion.
Making sure you don’t knock yourself on anything- it’s the last act of kindness you’re getting before Choso drills his hips down and pumps out hot, glutinous cum into you again. Head throwing back. Adam’s apple bobbing at the sharp electricity shooting through him—so much of it. And so soon, too.
It must be an effect of the heat, he’s thinking…or at least he would have had it not been for the state he was in.
Utterly ruined. Utterly pussydrunk.
Choso Kamo has his maw pressed in an open-mouthed kiss against the column of your throat, deep shivers wracking through his body as he whines n’ bucks. “B-baby, it just doesn’t seem to stop-” His slippery shaft sticks into your g-spot and you gasp- “I don’t know if it even can stop—”
Both in cumming- and in fucking you.
Without him even calling upon it, his blood manipulation rushes through his body n’ straight to his now-upright cock. Your poor, powerful boyfriend isn’t given a single split-second to let himself go flaccid before his cursed energy takes over again.
He’s rutting and rutting his body forwards. Mouth gaped open at the sensation, and his wet pants synchronizing with the even wetter plaps! of skin-on-skin. They were getting even louder, even sloppier, by the second as Choso’s cum seeps out of your pussy n’ kept getting smeared between your legs.
Hamstrings aching. His abs massaging your back-
Your eyes kept fluttering shut at the sheer pleasure- it was just about past the second round and you still haven’t gotten used to Choso’s sheer size. Only growing and plumpening himself out even bigger as he kept tunneling between your legs—and you swear that damn heat of his left you even more dickmatized than usual, too.
Letting out the prettiest music to his ears as his curved cock slams into your g-spot once more. “Maybe I don’t- hngh, want it to.” You babble out. “Maybe I need you to cum inside- oh, again.”
“Ohhhh, don’t say that.” Pelvis pressed up so harshly against your body that his happy trail scratches you in a way that was so carnal. And any time you’re shifting - Choso has his right hand wrapped around your throat and haaaaauling your weakened body backwards, “P-please don’t say that.” It all comes out in a rush. “If you do then…”
You’re shivering as his nose runs down your throat- drunk on your pheromones. “Then?”
“Then m’gonna cum again.” He whimpers, “And this time I don’t know if I can stop.”
And, truly, Choso could feel his next orgasm building and building at the pit of his stomach - and at the tip of his shaft. It was different than the two before—just a bit stronger, just a bit more electric- he was feeling zaps of electricity shooting to every point in his body; every blood vessel and axiom inside him.
His mind was feeling foggier. His eyes were having a hard time keeping open just from the sheer pleasure of your velvety, wet pussy. Engulfing every inch of him. His hips were rammin’ sloppy strokes into you again and again and again until he-
“I-I—fuck.”
Until he finally explodes into his high.
Tears streaming down his flushed face. Mouth glued to yours.
One hand at your waist n’ swervin’ your hips around so that you can gobble up every ounce of seed he was streaming. Except…
Choso’s eyes shoot open once he realizes-
Except he wasn’t cumming at all.
“Baby, wait.” Because the half-curse surely felt like he was cumming, he surely knew that he’d reached the peak of his pleasure n’ was stretching out that dopamine every time he plunged into you.
And he also knew that your wettened walls were squeezing out every drop like you knew, too, yet he just couldn’t feel a single thing dripping out. Not a single thing.
Choso grips the base of his cock with furrowed brows, “I think I’m…”
“Noooo, don’t pull out.” Needily, you’re reaching behind and clawing at his wrists as he attempts to. Only for Choso to shake his head and replace his engorged cock with a few fingers - it wasn’t as good as his entire length, but it was something.
And then he pumps and pumps his cock- if he couldn’t fuck deep into you then maybe he could coat your pretty pussylips with his glittering sap. But the only thing he’s able to let out is nothing. Cumming dry.
“Dry?” You’re looking behind in interest, and it’s just then that he’s realizing he must’ve said that out loud. Fuck, he’s so gone. “Three times was too many, huh-”
“No.” Choso interrupts, “No- no, baby. Don’t even think of that.” And he’s so tearful—he’s so apologetic at the fact that he couldn’t…
Cooing, “There’s nothing wrong with that, Cho-”
“I know, but…” And he hesitates, but the words disrupt from his throat anyways. “-something in me says I need to stuff you full of my cum until I can…hck- see your tummy bloat with it. Now.”
Your jaw drops at the sight of your innocent boyfriend uttering such words. Such dirty, dirty words.
And before you know it, you’re laid flatly on your back with Choso’s handsome face looming over you. The air between you two charges with cursed energy once more, and his red-hot cockhead sliiiides between your pussylips.
Blood manipulation leaving him harder than ever.
He hisses, “Th-this time, I promise to you m’gonna cum…”
“Whatever you say, baby.” Arms flinging around his broad shoulders.
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 21 rounds…?
You most definitely weren’t going to survive, you think.
The Sukuna Estate has been in an uproar; though this time it wasn’t by reason of an attack, a duel, or the King’s torrid temper. Surprisingly. This time, it was because Ryomen Sukuna had returned from a far-off journey - he’d heard some relative of the Kamo Clan was spouting nonsense about being able to match the four-armed sorcerer in terms of cursed energy, and had gone to put that to the test - and he was victorious.
Of course, he was victorious.
There was no time that he wasn’t. In the few years that you’d volunteered yourself as one of Sukuna’s concubines, you’ve never known the King to lose to an argument let alone a duel.
And of course, it must be said that Sukuna had numerous - if not hundreds - of women and men housed in his Estate. None coerced; the accepted concubines were more residents for his reputation, than anything. Stories had spread far and wide that he accepted those searching for pay, food, or simply a place to stay—and no intimate relations were a prerequisite for anything that they wanted. You could come at any time, you could leave at any time.
He’d long since tired of mortal desires.
Except for the ones you stirred up, of course.
The stories of the Kamo sorcerer’s pitiful defeat had also spread far and wide- and it’d been the subject of much laughter in the concubine quarters lately. In addition to the fact that - in his woeful attempt at snagging a win and a name for himself - the opponent had called on the help of several different clans (the Abe, the Zenin, the Fujiwara traitors) to ambush and attack Sukuna.
Though of course they were fallen. As were their men.
And according to the whispers, the death toll had reached the hundreds before Sukuna made his path back home. Back to you…if you were to be so presumptuous.
It wasn’t a secret that you were his favorite- and the ministers of the Estate are coming straight to you to personally announce that the King was nearing. You’re nodding sagely.
You knew what that meant - as it always did after a battle - that Ryomen Sukuna was hungry. The more struck-down opponents, the hungrier. Not for anything to consume or to refresh, but rather a starvation much more carnal and deeper within—the primal taste for flesh against flesh.
You were sitting in perfect poise and your smile hidden as the door to the master bedroom slams! open. The sliding door splinters on one end- and you shiver as you realize that this was going to be one of those nights…he was famished. The King removes his sokutai robes and lets them drop to the tatami floor with a heave, and then his deep footsteps pad over to you.
“Master.” You start to bow-
“You are aware I have a distaste for when you do that.”
Before you’re peeking up at him with a sly grin. “I’m aware. I just like how it riles you up so much, Kuna.”
His second mouth opens in guffaw.
And Sukuna raises one pink brow, “And I expect you are well-hydrated? For this night shall be long and merciless.”
You smile even wider.
.
.
.
One round.
Two.
Three.
Four—
It was just one round after the other. So many and so often; so many vicious slashes of Sukuna’s hips that already made you lose count- again and again. Your hands cascade down his thoroughly-built front to hold on for dear life. The windows were pulled shut, though you could feel the glowing of daylight behind it. The King was laid back against his oak headboard and helping you straddle his hips - your thighs crushed against the muscular, ridged area of his obliques as his cocks drilled into you twofold.
They were one after the other.
Thrust after thrust.
Stacked on top of one another—the upper length was slightly longer than the bottom one. Numerous inches long. Tufts of dark-pink hair. Getting your inner thighs wet with globs of sweet, sweet cum that dribble out every time he’s pulling out-
And then ramming deeply back in again. Ravenous.
He’s been cumming so many times this night—but he still wasn’t done. He was still throbbing at his heavy balls, no matter how many puddles of sap swashed inside of you. He was still rock-hard and running on his monstrous stamina.
So many times that you’re swearing you feel your eyes sprinting to the back of your skull-
“Ah ah-” One of his four hands lifts up to cup your gorgeous face…or so you think. Instead, Sukuna’s straightening his hand out and swatting the side of your face- jolting you back to your senses.
You’re whining as you’re pulled back. Nose crinkling in irritation, you’re looking at him: and oh—was it a sight to behold. Sukuna’s incredible muscles were pumped up to be even bigger n’ bulkier as he manhandled you on top of him, sweat dripped from in-between his pink brows, and his second mouth stuck his tongue out and laps at his cursed lips with them. Before moving to yours…
Fervent moans crack at the back of your throat as Sukuna’s tastebuds glide-glide-gliiiiide along the sensitive inner parts of your thighs. Before spreading apart your pussylips and rolling over your clit.
As you’re shattering on top of him - your nth high coursing through you like a tidal wave - he chuckles. Both greedy mouths. “Not givin’ up so soon, are you, brat? Do not be like all those other humans-” He spits it out like acid, “-I’ve had to defeat today.”
“B-but…” Babbling out stupidly. Your tears stream down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivers as his hips accelerate. “But I am, human—”
“With a distinct difference.” He answers.
A few more merciless strokes and you’ve given up all hope of attempting to meet his pace. His plap-plapping cadence. His hips against yours, causing such a searing sting that makes your spine arch into his sweaty body.
Into his cursed mouth that wraps its unbelievable length around one of your thighs and uses it like a lasso- tugs you closer to him. Like a ragdoll.
The very tip of his tastebuds start ticklin’ at your clit once more, and you’re feeling your body droop limply into Sukuna’s toned front. Your chin rests between his plush pectorals; and he reaches two beefy arms behind you to guide your hips. To perk you up n’ down, up n’ down, up n’ down—
And with a third palm, the King shuts your drivelling maw- “Besides your…slobber, you are above the title of just any human.” Those mean lips of his dip down to whisper into your ear, “You’re my human. And I expect you to be my future Queen- the future mother of my children.”
A fourth and final one of his hands comes down to press on your cumflated tummy. Just the slightest pressure enough to make hot, white seed foam out of your pussy-
“This royal pussy shall have to drink my cum up until we have an heir, yes?”
And you nod- you nod. You’ve spoken on the matter with the King of Curses before - a somewhat surprising occurrence - and both of you knew you wanted this.
Both of you were weakly pushin’ your hips firmly against his to milk out whatever ropey ounces of cum he was giving. He was flooding your insides. More and more; orgasms crashing into one another—Sukuna cums deeply inside you again with both cocks and it still wasn’t enough for him. “B-but how will we ever…oh, how will we know it’s even taken, Kuna?” Sobbing.
You’re looking down and it’s just an utter mess of creamy cum n’ the glossed-over tufts of his pink hair. Both bulbous tips twitching as they rammed inside you-
Sukuna smiles as he answers, “Oh…good question. Heh.” The inches of his tongue probe between your legs once again, though this time you’re feeling the ridges of his tastebuds enter your stuffed hole instead of merely grazing over your cunt. That prickly sensation glues to the back of your throat. “If my counting is correct, this is about the 21st- ah, round.” Looking down at his muscular stomach for confirmation, his cursed mouth squelches! outward and hums in confirmation. “How about…”
“N-ngh—” And you think if you’re about to cum, your body prevents you from it. Too pushed to its limits, you can only whimper and writhe on top of him-
And as you’re cumming with a mere few twitches, Sukuna’s cum seeps something hot and sticky in the back of your cunt. “Human, milk your King until he can’t cum anymore.”
Until he’s cumming dry?!
Your heart races as you wonder just how many more rounds that would take out of you-
Just how much more stamina does the strongest sorcerer of all time have? How much could he possibly—
It’s as though he was expecting a far stronger fight from his sorcerer counterparts, so any and all pressure was being placed on your cunt now. With Sukuna’s driveling tips so hot n’ ruby-red—plummeting and plummeting between your swollen pussylips in search of drenching your pretty cervix white. He empties out a few more beads of pearlescent white before snickering, “Don’t worry too much for your mortality, brat…”
Your eyes flutter open- and he’s pulling you into a deep kiss. Through that, his reverse cursed energy courses through your own faltering body.
“I’ll be done in one more round…two…five…” He murmurs, “Perhaps another twenty-one.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - 3.5 rounds.
“N-no, I promise…” Ino’s hiccuping hitches were just so cute- they interrupted him mid-sentence and made him sound as though he was pleading. “I promise- this time- now-”
“Baby, you don’t have to force it.” You’re cooing gently.
And he all but sobs- “No- no, no no…I promise I’m not too- hck! overstimulated to cum.”
Though…you’re getting the sense that he really was.
Your proud, stubborn boyfriend was on his knees and begging—his chocolate-brown eyes wide, his brows furrowed, his bottom lip quivering in just the slightest way that was just the cherry on top. Ino gasps as he fists his cock even harder, dragging his palm down its left-leaning curve; again and again.
And you’re peering down at the man as he grows more and more frustrated with himself- at the fact that no matter how many times he’s jerkin’ his cock off…he still refused to cum.
Or, at least, he did cum - just without the creamy white mess that’d usually accompany it.
Three (and a half) rounds and Ino was cumming dry. Cumming nothing. With his body kneeled before you, with his mouth hoverin’ over your glistening wet pussy—he’d been making out sloppily with your pussy- all slathered in wads of his seed from rounds prior. Clenching and warm. And it was just the hottest thing he’s ever tasted.
So you really couldn’t blame the guy for pulling on his reddened cock as he did so…but that was precisely when disaster had struck.
When Ino had quirked the edge of his thumb underneath his sopping wet slit - just how you do it - and out came…absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing and he was devastated—
“I-I don’t understand.” He’s babbling to himself. His gaze flickers between his angry cock and his even angrier hand- not smeared with cum. “I don’t understand, I always…”
Softly placing a hand on his slim shoulder, “Baby, I told you s’okay.”
“But it’s not okay…” Ino mutters, tone practically a pout. He averts his face from your gaze, “I never last the rounds and rounds they do in books. And lately I’ve been going to the gym n’ everything more to increase my stamina, too.”
“Is that why you’ve been buying dumbbells for the house, too?” You laugh, “And here I thought you were on some strange decorating spree.”
He juts his lower lip out, “Don’t make fun of me, sweetness…”
“I’m not, I’m not.” You’re insisting. And without further ado, you’re holding either side of Ino’s sunkissed shoulders and helping him get up, standing his lanky body before you. He’s dragged to your every whim and want; as you’re taking him by the hand and guiding him to the bed- before long you’re laying back in it with Ino hoverin’ above you.
Wrapping your feet around his small waist, you let his blushin’ cockhead kiss your pussylips. He shivers. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s what I’m doing.” Slyly, you’re letting him ease inside you- your poor boyfriend’s seeing stars at the sudden stimulation. His hips coming down to hammer his cock into you—
But you’re stopping him with a leisurely hand at his hips, shaking your head with a smile as he stares down at you with teary eyes. A plea on his lips- “Now now…” You’re cutting that sweet noise of his off with a tut, spreading your thighs apart even further n’ letting his rotund cock maze its way inside - sloooowly. “Take it easy, Taku. Easy—don’t worry, we’re gonna make you cum this round, m’kay?”
He’s nodding jerkily- uncertainly. “Y-you can really do that, pretty?”
“Of course.” Raising one brow, “Don’t trust me?”
And he’s hastening to shake his head. Urgent and alarmed. “What- no.” And as though to prove this point, Ino leaves his hips at a complete standstill. Painfully so - for him. “No, no—I would n-never not trust you, sweetness. I was just-”
“Shhhh, I know, Taku.” Soothing him. You push away a tuft of chestnut-brown hair from his sweaty forehead, “I know…”
Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, you’re both staring down at the place where you were connected. His throbbing cock. Your glistening wet pussy.
And then you’re breathing out in a tone that’s low and slow—practically hypnotizing him the more of his inches he’s sweepin’ inside. “Just need you to fuck me, baby.”
He’s shuddering as he bottoms out.
Deeeeeep; those inches are red-hot and vein-covered, massaging your walls as he’s sliding in. The crown of his cock is a circumference you could feel at your very throat- and Ino’s head throws back prettily as he’s hittin’ your cervix a few times. “Sh-shit—”
You’re holding back your giggle, “Everything alright, Taku?”
“No- yes.” And after a few more sloppy strokes, he whines. “No…”
Because how could he be? Less than a few minutes ago, he’d been ruttin’ against your calves and cumming dry into his fist. Right now, he was feeling as though the pearly gates of heaven had opened up wiiiiiide between your legs n’ was sucking his soul with every passing second- even the tiniest slurps of your pussy meant his brow was furrowing.
The tips of his ears growing red, “I-it’s just…I feel like m’gonna cum again.” Ino babbles into your mouth- capturing it in a sinful kiss. “And I think m’gonna cum dry-”
“How’d you know if you haven’t done it yet, hm?” You ask, bouncing your hips up to meet his own. The smack-smack-smacking sounds between you two was all but deafening, “C’mon, baby. Cum inside- hah, fill me up again.”
“Shit- now m’really gonna cum soon…” He’s echoing out desperately. Pelvis rammin’ into yours- and it was already torturous enough for his aching shaft - pistoning deeper and deeper - without your body greedily pushing up into his.
And he feels his heart race as the grin stretches across your face, “Good.” Kissing the soft nape of his neck, it makes his tip ooze out just a little more milky drops of precum. They glue to the pulsating area of your g-spot. “Because I really, really—mmpf.”
And before you know it, your sorcerer boyfriend has reached behind you and clasped- at the discarded ski mask that he was usually known to make.
The soft, fluffy cotton of it glues your mouth shut.
Muffling your lewd words to the back of your throat - you don’t have a chance to get out whatever it is you wanted to say. Whatever it is you knew would drive him over the edge.
And yet, Ino Takuma was still completely and utterly ruined as he punctures his ravenous cock between your legs-
Over and over and over.
“Oh- ngh.” The cutest little whimper leaves his throat, and Ino turns his big, tearful eyes towards you. “O-ohhh, please…sweetness, m’really not joking. M’really gonna cum this time.”
“Mmmm—” Nodding fervently.
“I swear m’gonna do it.” Kissing your forehead in apology for the gag- though he could feel just how wet you were getting between your legs. The sheen of your slick soaks his pelvis, his v-line, and the upper parts of his own thighs. Burned slightly red with constant. “I s-swear m’gonna cum.”
“Do it-” You just barely manage out. Before getting cut off- with both the ski mask being pushed deeper into your mouth, and the squeeze of Ino’s slender fingers on your clit.
Making you see stars-
Toes curling. Back arching. As though a feverish sensation is taking over your body, making your skin perspire and your head throw into the pillows.
And just as your orgasm rages through you, Ino’s does, too.
This time…he’s pumping and pumping his ruddied cock—dragging the luscious curve of it across every single sensitive spot and dip. Those bundles of nerves that he was mapping out. And it’s as if Ino was trying to milk himself - to drag out the wetness of his orgasm if it kills him.
And luckily for him, he doesn’t cum dry.
Somewhat.
He’s beading out a single drop of seed that gets pushed right to the back of your womb- smeared by the rotund curve of his tip.
And then Ino looks at you with watery, content eyes. “I-I did it, sweetness.”
“That you did, Taku.”
“D’you think I can cum again?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - INFINITY.
“Honey, I’m home~”
Which would have been a completely ordinary greeting from your husband, of course. Which would never have made you think twice before you opened the door for him, of course.
Except…there was one little issue.
The Gojo Satoru you’re married to was wide-eyed and crazed on your television screen; Mei Mei’s livestream of the Shinjuku Showdown was playing in 4K on your 115-inch TV. And from your standstill in front of the locked door, you could still see your husband’s black t-shirt starting to tear through once he increases his Hollow Purple to 200% and bursts it right in the direction of Ryomen Sukuna—or more like…the Ryomen Sukuna that was inhabiting the body of your honorary son.
But that was semantics. Or so you liked to think to keep yourself sane in here.
It had been Professor Yaga’s idea to keep you home whilst the battle raged on - there was no telling where the King of Curses would go or attack to gain an upper hand on his opponents. Evil never fought fair. And it was here - in the humble…but not-so-humble abode of your’s and Gojo’s penthouse apartment - that he’d cast the strongest veils.
Talismans and protective omens from far and wide. Around the world.
Over the years, Gojo had taken it upon himself to make your house the safest place in the world - a home for his home—you. He knew the burden that came with being loved by The Strongest, and this was the one thing he could do to alleviate it.
And it was perfect.
But there’d be no home here without your husband. And your stomach twists as you watch the white-haired sorcerer break out in a grin when his compression shirt gets completely torn and his throat nearly slashed.
Sweat glimmers across his defined muscles, and you’re finding it so hard to look away. The battle was reaching a climax- you could tell by the wild look in Gojo’s eyes.
A blur of movements and another explosion of candescent purple-
And then the door clicks! open.
This can’t be.
Surely, this can’t be.
Gojo was still on-screen.
Gojo was crouching over the King’s chosen vessel and watching as the marked tattoos disappear from what is now - and hopefully forevermore - just…Megumi’s face. He seems to be sleeping peacefully, and the victorious sorcerer on-screen presses two fingers to the poor boy’s pulse.
Brows furrowed in concentration- or concern?
Before a brilliant smile breaks out across Gojo’s face- and he nods to some of the others off-screen. Then you’re seeing the livestream falter on a sudden rush of white coats and stretches, a few of the paramedics reaching for your wounded husband as well—
Before you blink and he disappears. The only evidence of ever existing at the Shinjuku site being the bewildered faces of the doctors- and you.
And the fact that that very same Gojo Satoru was before you know.
Chest heaving. Those cloud-white tufts of his hair were messy - a far cry from his usual updo.
And his eyes…oh, his eyes were harrowed.
Empty. Unfocused. As though his mind was still in the midst of battle- though his body’s natural instinct was to come to you. And though power still radiated off of him in waves, it’s nothing of the calm river of coldness that normally layered his body. This was a torrential rain—drenching your living room, drenching the entire apartment.
Pure uninhabited cursed energy; the dam had broken now. The very space he enters drops a few degrees in temperature.
The very same man you’d kissed goodbye before his battle- now with a simple layer of debris and dust covering him. It left him almost ghost-pale, and you wanted to brush it off as though discarding such an omen - he’d won.
With nothing but a few cuts on his brows and his lip, some already healing across his arms, he’d won. And he was standing right before you.
Unsteady on his feet.
He slowly raises his eyes to the livestream behind you and comments, “Ah- that’s a little delayed.” And then his gaze drops down to you - finally, finally drops down to you - and he breaks out into a smile.
Brighter than any sun.
Gojo had escaped the arms of death and run straight to you.
.
.
.
“Mmmm-mmpfg—” The blindfold muffles your mouth perfectly - which should be ironic, considering that all Gojo was thinking about during that damn battle was hearing your voice. At least one last time.
One last time.
And perhaps then, he could pass…peacefully.
But he hadn’t; for who could be stupid enough to underestimate Gojo Satoru? Especially not Gojo Satoru himself. And so here he was: with his hot blindfold gift-wrapping your mouth, and his cock drivelling into you like he was a machine—
In the lewdest doggy position possible; and you only wanted more.
Unable to vocalize, you’re fisting at the sheets- then behind at Gojo’s toned body. Clawing at those rippling obliques of his to try and draw him even further forwards. “M-more…mmmpfore.”
Forwards and forwards.
Even deeper in.
The sudden change in angle makes Gojo’s puckered tip kiss up at your g-spot - even harder than before. And by now you’ve memorized the exact length n’ circumference of him—the exact measurements that were swabbin’ aside your wettened walls and tumbling into every spot you loved so much.
He knew every single one. Every single one.
And he was welcoming himself back- he was making sure you’d never forget him again and again and again—
Gojo’s long since lost track of time- and he doesn’t care. Hours could have passed, days could have passed - but the only thing that really mattered to him was finally having his hands on you—and his cock glued to the back of your pussy.
It was almost concerning how many times he’d stuffed your greedy orifice full - and yet, still kept on cumming. Cumming so long and hot inside you.
“Oh…mmm.” Moans muffled. Lashes flickering shut. And your hamstrings ache with fatigue he couldn’t feel because of his training - the man had just fought history’s strongest sorcerer, for heaven’s sake.
And yet, Gojo wasn’t feeling the slightest bit of lethargy as he loops one forearm underneath your hips and scoops your droopin’ hips back up. Plastering them against his own. Sweat and slick sizzles between your clashing bodies—and Gojo’s voice cracks just a little as he asks. “More…?” Breathless. Higher than usual. Your husband’s eyes were wide and piercing- begging you for an answer.
His red-hot tip was just so ready to explode, and that syrupy white cum was already beginning to drivel out. To smear. To stuff inside. “T-tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He gusts his breath down your spine; absolutely scorching. “Is it more—?”
“It’s more- it’s more-” Sometimes, you wonder if he could read minds. And at the state that Gojo was in right now - you wouldn’t be surprised. Just barely, you’re managing to utter coherent words through those merciless restraints, and oh, how he loved watching you gagging on his blindfold.
Filthy.
Tears flooding your gorgeous eyes. Your spittle cascading down in two streams- either side of your mouth.
Hot cum spills between your legs, and you’re still begging for more.
Hah…Gojo can’t help but plant a loving peck on the side of your messy face. Humming, “Then m’gonna give you more.”
“Yes—” Nodding, you plant your hands on the patch of mattress before you. Attempting to haul yourself up just a lil’ so that you could at least try and match his ramming pace-
“Nuh uh, sweetheart.” Had this been anyone but Gojo, then you would’ve found that smug tone of his oh-so-irritating. Just then, Gojo’s leaning his hefty weight over and pinning you down even further onto the mattress—rubbin’ his blossomed cockhead across every inch of your cunt.
You’re getting cut off mid-gasp.
You’re fucking collapsing. And Gojo’s just colliding into you from behind.
Tangled up into such a mess; he’s drunkenly buckling on top of you and crashin’ and crashin’ his hips into you from above. Nose-deep into the crook of your neck. Mouth parted with constant sensual grooooans—“Wh-whatever my wife wants…” He’s easily massaging your g-spot back and forth a few times, and then pulling all the way out with a resounding pop! “-your husband- The Strongest is gonna get it for you.”
“Yes- yes, Toru…”
“M’serious.” He says in a jagged tone. “You wanted more?” The sudden confrontation of his words make you startle- and you’re giving him a quick nod. To which Gojo runs his buzzing fingertips between the sopping crevice of your folds, “Then m’gonna give you more. Hah, careful not to squeeze too tight.”
At that exact moment, you feel the air…stiffen around the two of you.
It was the same sort of tension you’d felt when Gojo had first entered the apartment: the presence of the world’s most powerful cursed energy. It coiled around your bodies and set your skin alight- before focusing on one particular spot—
Shockwaves run up your spine. And your husband reaches down to pat your stuffed pussy- “Unlimited void.”
You freeze. “M-mmpmf…?” You’ve already talked about such uses of Gojo’s powers with him before - you just didn’t expect it now—but you sure as hell weren’t complaining.
It seems as though Gojo’s cursed energy was coursing through every axiom of him and supercharging it - he didn’t control it. You didn’t know if he could. It was seeping from his body into yours, and turning your slick channel into…that. Whatever it was. Something he could reel his hips back from and rut n’ rut and rut - without it ever getting stuffed too full.
Instantly - and because of the overuse of his powers - Gojo’s feeling his warm tip dribbles out a few more ropes of cum.
And it’s almost like a…challenge at this point: just to see whether he could properly fill that gaping hole of yours. Gojo’s catching his pretty rose-pink lip between his teeth when he gazes down between those tremblin’ legs, “Fuck- see?” Voice growing more ragged by the second, “See—?”
Nodding and nodding.
“Th-this pussy wanted more, and n-now she’ll never get full. Now she’s flooded with me right down to the womb-” Pressing his second palm on top of your stomach. “-and she still wants more. Hungry girl. Now she can take so much more that- hngh.” Getting cut off with a ruinous moan himself - he’s pumping out pearlescent webs once more. Another orgasm.
“That?” You’re choking out.
Breathed between clenched teeth, “That you’re gonna milk The Strongest dry, sweetheart.”
“O-oh…” A jolt of pleasure runs through your body at the notion- or maybe it was just Gojo’s slender fingers tightly grasping your clit. Those digits of his were coated in so much thrumming cursed energy that it drove you mad—“Is that even possible?” That expensive blindfold finally loosens its restraint ‘round your mouth, the constant jostling to and fro causing it to unravel.
“Hmmmm?” Jackhammering hips. Interest piqued. Bolts of lightning shooting from the edges of his eyes as he smiles.
Again and again and again, his shaft scours your insides and stirs every sweet spot up. “I just mean-” Making you feel lightheaded. “How many rounds has it- oh, already been? Are we even sure you can cum dry, Toru?”
“Dunno.” He answers, and your jaw drops.
Just then, you’re sure that he’s hit with another orgasm—and you are, too.
Yours starts out in-between your legs with a sudden twitch- before suddenly the pleasure’s setting your body alight. Your heartbeat thrums in your ears, and Gojo’s humming softly to himself as he fucks you through it.
As he’s letting a few sloppy draaaags out before gritting his pearly-whites and dropping his head forwards. Deeper into the crook of your neck; Gojo lets out moan after moan as he dribbles out squelchin’ cum for the nth time tonight.
One after the other.
Loooong and luxurious. Those satiny ropes are emptied out into the deepest depths of your channel, and he was so thoroughly overstimulated by the charged euphoria that he sobs-
And a lightbulb bursts in the distance.
“M’not cumming dry yet.” Gojo’s heavy balls twitch once he’s plasterin’ them to the forefront of your pussylips. And you can feel them swelling and throbbing after every trickle- “But we have the whole night for that, don’t we?”
“Night? I think s’been days.” You retort, sneaking a glance at the daylight-shimmered curtains.
“Ah, semantics~”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 5 rounds.
“I just don’t understand, angel.” Higuruma leans back in his faux leather-bound chair and sighs, his gold-tipped pen coming to tap between his eyebrows as though searching for some button hidden in there - one that would preferably jumpstart the rest of him into normalcy. He continues, “This Fujiwara case has just made me lose all my stamina.”
Because it’s always a long, hard day in the courtroom.
And Higuruma Hiromi knows that - he’s the best defense lawyer Tokyo ever did see. There’s a reason he graduated at the top of his batch, there’s a reason he started his own law firm at around half the age that most of his colleagues do.
There’s a reason that Higuruma Hiromi, criminal defense attorney, makes the tension in courtrooms thicken until they’re almost stifling the second he walks through those polished pews.
But this case…
It was the usual- some poor sap blamed for a white-collar crime that he clearly didn’t do. And though Higuruma had half the brain to eye his bosses strangely, the nature of this case also meant that the prosecuting team was the best of the best—being that they knew how to twist their words.
And Higuruma was left haggard after a single session. Not that he didn’t think he stood a chance - he knows he does, he knows that guy’s getting out scot-free after this - but it’s just that…he had to do this for months.
He had to walk into the courtroom and feel his mind becoming more n’ more fossilized by the second- that damn prosecuting team was abhorrent.
And so here he was.
11:41PM. Cooped up in his office room at home; Higuruma was slumped down at his desk, whilst you stood concerned beside him. As he lets out another prolonged sigh, you’re stepping behind the chair and starting to massaging his firm shoulders - surely knotted to hell and back.
Higuruma shoots you a grateful smile, “It’s awful. I had to sit there and try not to throw my chair at those prosectors for-”
“Five hours.” You’re finishing his sentence.
He’s gazing up at you lovingly, “And even for lawyers they’re insufferable- and that’s coming from me.”
You’re furrowing your brows in humor, “Hey—you’re only half-insufferable.”
That makes him let out a laugh, “But I’m telling you, angel-” And almost as quickly as it came, it disappears. Higuruma’s pinching the bridge of his handsome nose for the nth time this night, “I’m not at that age just yet, but it seems I must work on my stamina. Today was absolute hell.”
“Five hours, huh?” Even saying it out loud made you feel weary, “Y’know how long that’s about?”
“Hm?” He looks at you, “How long?”
Leaning down to whisper in his ear, “That’s about as long as a…” And even before you’re saying the words, you’re sensing the goosebumps that skitter down Higuruma’s neck and even further down his collar. Just how far…you wonder. “-marathon that we have, hm, Hiromi?”
“Yes…” He breathes out. Long, dark lashes nearly shuttering.
He’s been so caught up with that damn case lately- so caught up, he hasn’t had enough time to spend with you. And just the mere mention of it…of being between those pretty legs n’ fucking you for hours and hours is enough to leave him a little heated.
And Higuruma’s meeting your eyes like two magnets that have finally met- first, his lips are on your neck. Then he’s tugging you onto his lap.
.
.
.
“Yes—” Higuruma hisses out- voice pitched into a tone so utterly unlike him. Something so botched in his words, something so ruined—
He’s been fucking your perfect cunt for hours now, and was showing no signs of stopping.
Your attorney husband has a steadfast hold on your hips; from the luxurious chair you’ve moved onto the edge of his desk. Pressed on your front over the mahogany table, hands clawing out haplessly in front of you, ass archin’ up into his vicious thrusts.
The skin ‘round Higuruma’s pelvis has turned red by this point, and he was hissing between his teeth every time his hips came in contact with yours—smack!
So hard that you’re flinching just a little bit.
And that makes a few streams of cum dribble out from between your clenched pussylips- the pure-white sheen of it coating your thighs. Higuruma doesn’t let a single sweet ounce of it go to waste before he’s snaking a hand down and thumbin’ off just a few drops.
And then you’re finding it stuffed between your lips- “M-mmmm…” Your tears form a lacquer down your cheeks, “Hiromi, you’re so filthy.”
“You married me for it, didn’t you?” He grins. Head tipping back just a little once you’re clenching your sopping wet walls in confirmation, “F-fuck, ngh—keep doing that. Just a little tighter, sugar.” And if you were in any clearer of a state of mind, then you’d have noticed that his husky tone was cracking—voice breaking at the tail end of his sentence.
Higuruma was feeling his sanity drip away every time he entered your pussy- but so were you.
You moan, “Need more-”
He pats at your pussy adoringly, feeling the wetness of your slick mixed with his clingy white cum. “More, huh? Sure you can handle it, angel?” Darting a look at the clock, “We’re already on…a few hours. Round five.”
Nodding and nodding.
And you’re all but keening for more as you feel him edge his ravenous cock away - just a few inches. It honestly wasn’t even a movement that should impact the sheer carnal streeeeetch he was bestowing upon you.
But with your needy senses, you’re turning your head over your shoulder. About to mouth off to your husband about pulling away when you were hungry for him the most when-
When you’re seeing that he’d been reaching for that scrap of fabric thrown over his chair.
A stray discardment in the heat of the moment earlier.
His tie.
Your restraints now.
Because in a split-second, Higuruma loops the jet-black fabric around your dangling wrists. It doesn’t take him long to fasten it and tighten it—testing it just by giving it a little pull- he finds himself grinning as your body’s able to be lifted and moved ‘round just by this.
Perfect.
The semi-coarse cloth was strangely sensual against your skin- almost biting.
Higuruma himself leans down to give a small nip at your right shoulder, before he’s leaning back and hauling you—inches off the table. Two hands clasped around your wrists, the cold hiss of his wedding ring matching yours, the red, rotund head of his cock swipin’ inwards and making your walls bulge with the size of him. “O-oh, fuuuuuck-”
His dribbling divot navigates straight to the bottom of your pussy. “Yeah- yeahhhhh, you’ve got this.” Higuruma whispers as your orgasm wracks through you - and his own fifth one was nearing ever-closer. “You can take it. You can take me-”
“Should I be concerned about the- ngh, amount of space I have left?” In unison, you’re snapping your head down at the area between your legs. Limp.
“Concerned?”
Cum was seeping out of you in what looked like bucketloads- in all the physical stamina that Higuruma was determined to prove that he still has. And he sure does - or at least your thoroughly-stuffed pussy seemed to think so - but your husband was still pumping away even harder.
Rougher.
Splatterin’ patterns of syrupy sap on your skin- where contact was being made constantly. Higuruma laps at the gentle leaking with his thumb once more, “Sugar, this pussy was made to take my cum.”
Manhandling you backwards using the restraint of his tie, and slammin’ a final French kiss into the back of your cervix. You feel him start to twitch—in the way that Higuruma always does before he’s about to coat your walls with a layer of cum. “I-inside…” You whine. “All of it- inside.”
“Mhmmm, your husband has you, angel.” And then he’s holding you close-
Tip thickening at the very flared edge, the crown of it, he’s pouring out a few glittery ropes of…nothing. Absolutely nothing. Higuruma’s dark eyes shoot open as it sinks in: he was cumming in every way, shape, sensation, and form—except for the absence of cum. The absence of gooey white cum seeping out his shaft- and he’s feeling it.
But he isn’t drenching your pussy in the way he’s expected to.
And Higuruma seethes- “Angel, I…” Lower lip trembling as he takes in the cum that’d frothed out of you and was now being pushed back, “I-I believe I didn’t-”
“Hiromi, did you cum dry—?” Wonderment seeps into your tone. “I didn’t even know you could do that-”
“I didn’t, either.” There was something akin to…disappointment in his tone. Something akin to sadness, something akin to determination- “I can’t believe I…angel, my stamina is fucked-”
“Baby, you just went five rounds without stopping-”
“And if I don’t cum on the sixth…” That ruby-red tip rubs up against your g-spot, ready to splurge out cum at least this time.
two heads is better than one — especially when one of them is trying to show the other what a little masochist you are.
MDNI content warning —> older bfs, polyamory, bad cop toji, good cop nanami, they’re not rlly cops that’s the dynamic. switched roles, ice cube play, squirting, punish - fuck, fingering, p in v, smut, mention of sir / daddy. clit spanking.
"you're too soft on her, she likes being in a bit of pleasurable pain." toji looked at nanami who was sat across from you two.
whenever they drank their whiskey their favourite toy to play with was you obviously. the little sounds you made and how nervous you got like this. your feet on tojis knees. legs spread, your back disappearing in tojis muscular front.
Your panties in nanamis hands. youre were focused on your panties being inspected by nanami that you didn't even notice tojis hand moving from your waist down to your cunt. you squealed when he slapped your clit but it's quickly got interrupted by a choked out moan that followed when his index finger lazily drawed circles around your clit.
nanami nods softly, eyes moving from your panties-which they never really were on- to your soaking wet cunt, slowly soaking tojis black pants. "See, she enjoys it." toji smirks at your squirming state, because you don't actually try to move away — you knew better then to try grab his wrist, that would get only end with you getting tied up.
Toji would call it revoking your hand privileges; you were his to play with he'd remind you over and over when your hands were bound until you were a sobbing mess.
so instead of moving you kept them by your side, bawled up into little fists. nails digging into your palms. your pleading eyes looked into nanamis eyes — slightly glassed over from the alcohol they had been drinking.
Even now, his face comforted you, his curiousity in what tojis was showing him however, didn't. "it seems like she does.. " nanami shook his head in disbelief when he sat back in his chair, one leg folded over the other. "is this why you beg us to take turns instead of fucking you at the same time?" you pouted shaking your head softly emberassed from how straight forward nanami was asking his questions.
He normally didn't speak to you this way.. your hips betrayed you instantly shifting forward towards nanami which only gained you another harsh slap to cunt from Toji. Nanami watched the skin around your poor cunt redden from how big tojis hands were compared to you.
you tried to focus on anything else, the dim lights. the dark wood that lined tojis home office. Tried not to think of each time Toji had tried to push into your hole while nanami was already balls deep inside, you would beg them to just take turns, though you knew that wasn't what nanami meant.
Sometimes you liked your sessions alone with your boyfriends, nanami in the shower or Toji just after he got home from work. You got secretive about it at times, you were too shy to admit you liked how rough Toji was and how gentle nanami could be. You didn't want either of them to encourage the other to change. They were perfect in their own way and with Toji it was easier not having to admit you loved it.
Thinking about that only got you thinking about how fiflthy you must look now: half naked, wetness dripping down your thighs onto tojis pants while nanamis stared between your legs like it's was language he could to learn. As if he'd been missing something..
His gaze remained on your glistening cunt, angling himself forward so he could place his elbows on his knees to balance himself while he got a closer look. your skin shivered at his intense eyes, you were used to them but not like this..
nanami loved to make love to you, properly and thoroughly at that. he could be busy with it anywhere from 10 minutes to hours. just busy pleasuring you. it got him more drunk then the whiskey did right now.
but this? it was intriguing to him like a part of your body he didn't know.
toji made love to you but.. different. rougher. he liked to manhandle you into whatever position he needed to get you and himself off as quick as possible so he could do it ten times more before you passed out.
each had their ways of making you cum and they didn't shy away from doing it together when they got the chance because that's actually how you ended up in your current situation..
in tojis home office in his lap, he sat in his his huge black chair. The one he usually sat at doing his paper work while nanami sat across from you two.
you didn't exactly know how it had happened anymore.. yesterday when they fucked you they were somewhat arguing about something, toji was. nanami held you while he kissed your shoulder softly a complete contrast to toji saying how you like it rough when nanami told him to calm down.
you were excited but shocked when toji grabbed you in the evening and perked you up on his lap but now? you were starting to slowly get what this was about...
he was ruining your sweet nanami!
"don't lie to him doll," tojis lips hovered over the shell of your ear when he whispered. "tell him how spoiled you are. how you were crying for him a couple nights ago when i kept denying you an orgasm- tell him how much you loved getting your little brain fucked out and i may actually give you an orgasm." It was like the idea had just hit him.
your heart was pounding in your chest when you looked at nanami, his gaze went from your cunt up to your eyes not moving his head at all to do so. only his eyes.
your lips trembled when you parted them. this was beyond humiliating.. you enjoyed how gentle nanami was and you didn't want to ruin that..
you whined, "please sir, i can't. its different! i- i.. i like how gentle nanami is and i like how..." you gulped. toji hummed encouraging you to finish speaking.
when you didn't, he smacked you again. your legs closed head thrown back from the pain. "don't you see you spoil her too much nanami? Can't even answer a simple question."
nanami just nodded sitting back in his chair, hand under his chin like he was thinking. "Maybe she doesn't want to come.." your eyes shot open, nodding again like it would get you anywhere. "yes I do!" It was cute, seeing how desperate you got. with him you had the tendencies to be spoiled indeed, demanding an orgasm rather then begging for one like you were doing right now.
surely there was a way for him to work you the way toji did in his own way...
his eyes moved from the glass of whiskey back to your cunt. even with your legs closed the angle you were sitting at showed him your puffy lips pressed together perfectly.
normally he had all the time in the world for this, to tease you. prep you.
Now he found himself growing impatient?..
tojis hands moved quick grabbing both your knees and forcing them apart again. "remember what happened last time you did this? do you want me to get it out?"
you shook your head frantically. "no,no no I'll be good." you looked at nanami pleadingly, he almost smiled at you, his face softened. This was absolutely adorable.."just listen to us darling, wanna make us proud don't you?" Nanami spoke, your stomach twisted, you really did. even if toji could be mean you did always want to make him proud as-well.
toji was talking about the metal rod he used last time you refused to keep your legs open for him. he didn't need tools at all, they just made it easier for him. easier to look into your panicked eyes when you went completely immobile in his grasp.
but you knew too he didn't need tools for that, the idea alone that toji could pick you up right now and fuck you against the wall like he did when you didn't properly listen or obeyed him made you even wetter then you already were. He knew exactly how to use his size against you.
a lot of what toji did was physically intimidating while nanami got in your head and right now? you were starting to get dizzy from them mixing the two so well.
"i think i get what you mean, she clenches around nothing every-time your hand moves. " nanami looked at toji before shaking his head a small smirk settling on his lips. you were really enjoying this. "It's like she's expecting it, she's waiting?" Nanami concluded-ish.
"told you, but it's not me who has to tell you."
toji moved so his voice was right by your ear once again "is it?"
you closed your eyes tight. "i..i like it nanami-kun.."
nanami shuddered softly, not that you could tell because your eyes were closed but you were hoping this was it. They got what they wanted.
but toji wasn't that nice-
or nanami???
when you opened your eyes again, it wasn't to see nanamis face it was from the sound of clinging. your eyes followed nanamis hand that dug into his whiskey, he took one ice cube out of his glass to put into his mouth.
he twirled it around before grabbing it out of his mouth again and leaning forward to your leaking cunt. without a word nanami pressed the ice cube to your clit. you shuddered. "i-it's cold!"
"it's an ice cube doll, no shit." toji snickered beside you enjoying this a bit too much already. oh he was loving it. seeing that switch flip in his best friend was something he had been trying to make happen for months now since getting with you was amazing.
it was somewhere a couple months ago toji realised how differently they fucked you even when you were all together.
and yesterday was what actually caused this. nanami saying he had to be gentler with you when you, little brat you were kept whispering in tojis ear to go harder.
"wai-" tojis hand covered your mouth, "shut up, don't act like you're not enjoying this you keep grinding your little ass into my cock."
"because it's co-" you mumbled against his hand while still moving because his large hand nearly covered half your face. toji understood and moved his hand slightly lower. nanami was already gone, gone in your hard clit that was throbbing anytime he moved the ice cube over it. your hole that was opening for him, showing your cute little hole, without a second thought he pushed the ice cube into your already sopping wet cunt.
you relaxed against toji when nanamis warm fingers followed behind the ice cup. your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. feeling the ice cube press against your walls but more so at the warmth that nanami brought after made you a moaning mess.
in an ironic way it felt like having sexy with them. toji being the cold pleasure while nanami was your warm satisfaction afterwards.
"look at her." toji rasped in half a chuckle at how you were already melting faster than that ice cube.
"mhm, feels good darling?" nanami whispered, his breath fanning over your clit. you moaned into tojis hand which only made nanamis head snap up. "you going to let me hear her?"
toji removed his hand, amused with how nanami was finally understanding he was right. instead his hand went down to your breasts. His big fingers flicking them almost painfully, he was really trying to hold back.
you much preferred nanamis way of teasing your nipples his warm tongue gliding along it-
"ah- wait!" you nearly screamed when toji grabbed an ice cube from his own glass of alcohol then pressed it to your nipple and keeping it there.
not moving it.
"you're not giving her enough pain, how can she even feel the pleasure that way nanami. you don't make her appreciate it nearly enough."
"you think so? i think she clearly appreciates me when she'll be screaming thank you nanami in a minute, maybe we have different versions of appreciation."
toji only laughed, hand moving to your other nipple to push the ice cube into that one. "maybe but i thought this was about proving she does enjoy it. gotta give her something for her to enjoy it." toji coached on.
nanami out of annoyance to the fact he heard toji more then you obliged, hand coming down on your clit harshly. you gasped, tears brimming at your eyes a pout forming on your lips.
"please.."
nanami didn't ask what, he just gave you that stern stare that told you you had to ask him for what you wanted to receive. "please, again." you moved your hips forward. toji let out a proper laugh, from his stomach you felt it in your back only embarrassing you more but you needed nanamis hands on you no matter what way, even if it meant tojis way.
"again? hm, is that what you want love? for me to hurt you.." he almost sounded disappointed when his finger rubbed your clit in soft circles. you gasped at the pleasure you finally received and now it felt all tingly from how needy you were and how often they had already spanked your needy cunt.
you nodded frantically. "Yes, please nanami- please touch me sir. i need you." you whined moving your hips forward further. "whoa there, gonna slip off my lap, little masochist."
you blushed a deep shade of red, that's when nanami broke. it wasn't tojis teasing it wasn't even yours it was the fact your body was telling him you were enjoying this more then you could tell him out of embarrassment and part of that particular reasoning angered him.
you feeling embarrassed around him, not toji. him. toji and him didn't compete. it wasn't like that. they were best-friends since children and they had both stepped into a relationship with you at the same time but the fact that toji had noticed this before him just set him off. He had always been the one to take his time pleasuring you how had this gone past him?
he had spend time being careful not to go too far, spend a good amount of time to make sure he pleasured you in the bestway possible. to send you over edge in a way he hoped only him and toji could but now he found out only toji really did?
his hand again smacked down on your poor clit, switching from slapping to rubbing it every two seconds until tears properly ran down your cheeks. "she's clenching." he tsked looking at toji behind you, completely avoiding your eyes as if you weren't even really there.
"wanna know a secret about our pretty girl here?" toji sounded too excited. nanami just hummed pushing a finger inside of you again. "if you spank her little cunt while you fuck her, she starts squirting."
you watched nanamis face go from interested to a look that almost said challenge accepted..
between spanks and him shoving his fingers inside of you, you were getting lost in the pleasure provided. toji had moved to your neck littering kisses along it while his fingers now softly rubbed your nipples.
he was being ... gentle??
your mind broke. "such a good girl for us, being so patient, taking everything we give you." toji cooed into your ear. his big hands roaming over your body then back to your nipples just reminding you of the sheer size difference between you two.
nanami got off his chair onto his knees between yours and tojis legs. his tongue licked little kitten licks onto your clit.
it was adorable, watching your little clit turn more and more dark in colour from the way it was getting overstimulated by his teasing.
you pouted. "please nanam-" slap.
you thrashed in tojis hold but there was no point, you didn't move at all with his strong arms wrapped around you. toji softly chuckled into your ear once more, his voice conniving as it had been this entire evening. "is that what you call him when he's between yours legs baby?"
you shook your head, you knew better but the roles being switched made you forget it all. "im sorry, please. please sir." you begged hips almost riding into nanamis face which only granted you another slap.
"you think he's been holding back baby? look at him. he's enjoying this. have i ruined your sweet nanami?" he teased before softly biting onto your ear lobe.
your eyes were closed from the sensation and tojis deep almost purring voice that you didn't even realise nanami had grabbed another ice cube. dragging it up and down your slit until it fully melted and you were a shivering mess in tojis hold.
you were already crying, nanami shoved in two fingers curling them up and rocking them in and out of you at a pace that would make you cum in seconds. you were already a sensitive thing from yourself but now? they had already teased you. overstimulated you. smacked you. somehow turned their roles around and made your brain malfunction before they even had the satisfaction of fucking every thought out of you.
you cried when your orgasm finally hit you, a rope of thank yous falling from your lips then a gasp at how suddenly you were moved. you didn't even have time to process. toji was stood on the other side of the desk now. nanami between your legs.
their belts buckled and you felt relief flood you finally. you grinding in tojis lap didn't really help and the way you tasted.. it drove nanami insane.
nanami smacked your cunt again, this time with his cock. he looked up at his best-friend that was rubbing his cock over your face. "don't fuck her face yet,"
you tried to look up to Toji but all you could see was tojis cock. his balls against the top of your head while he mindlessly rubbed his cock over your face. "She has to be punished for not telling me how to properly care for her when asked." Nanami didn't sound as soft as he usually did, his voice sounded like it did when he scolded you, dripping with sternness even when he spoke to Toji. Toji hummed his hand on his hard shaft running it over your face,"hurry it up, my balls hurt." nanami sighed, "you're just as spoiled as her."
nanami slowly fed your cunt his cock. watching it disappear and slick with your wetness. your legs were over his shoulder already lifted slightly off the desk to ensure he had you at the right angle before he started pounding.
harder then you had ever experienced from nanami. harder then toji did last night when he told him to slow down. you gasped in shock — hands shooting out to grab nanami only to be harshly pinned down to the desk by toji. "ah ah, you love it baby. don't you love him pounding your cunt like this? wasn't this what you were begging me for last night?"
you whined, shut up!
"last night?" nanami questioned. toji only nodded. "begging me to go, harder, harder- harder toji! pleasee!" he mocked you.
nanami chuckled for the first time, or at least the first time tonight you could recognise. blond hair falling in front of his eyes when he positioned himself deeper inside of you. a guttural groan came from him, his hips snapping into yours with a punishing rhythm. "this what you want?"
"tell me." you nodded. "yes- yes i do!"
toji moved his cock from your face only so nanami could see your dazed expression, your lips parted waiting to be fucked as-well but mostly your eyes.
toji knew exactly how you looked right now. glossy eyes, drool dripping down your chin. he had seen it many times when he fucked you until you were limp, exactly how you wanted him to.
exactly how you wanted nanami to right now. every thought of your sweet nanami being ruined had long left your head.
nanami held one hand on your thigh, attempting not to caress you he moved it down to your clit where he smacked it once, twice. in the same rhythm his hips went.
"let's see how much spoiled brat," spoke through his teeth, the entire desk shook beneath you. your shirt had been long discarded somewhere you couldnt even remember when. your eyes rolled back when you felt pleasure build up and you fully closed your eyes when it was released.
nanami sped up, hand coming down to spank your little clit repeatedly. With a grin on his face you had never seen before when you opened your eyes half fucked out, "there we go, squirt all over daddy, come on." you closed your eyes again.
this was toji, not nanami. but nanami was doing it and toji was cooing soft praises into your ear while nanami did so. "there,there. i bet you made him real proud princess. doesn't he look good covered by you. ride it out, move those hips." toji helped you. hands on your hips helping you ride out your high on nanami who was filling you up right after you came. plugging you full, nice and wet for when toji took his turn after fucking your throat.
your chest rose and fell rapidly from your orgasm, "so this is what you're trying to hide," nanami only came forwards to press a sloppy kiss onto your lips. "I can treat you like a little masochist if that's what you want.. think you can hold on for us tonight? it's gonna be a long one." Nanami kissed you again, hungrily.
with a weak nod you laid your head down trying to hide your excitement once tojis cock pressed at your lips. "open up, doll."
Maybe you should've let Toji ruin nanami earlier..
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hesitation | tonowari x fem!na’vi!reader | 18+ mdni
a/n: please this is everything i want
cw: smut, cockwarming, size kink (y/n is a lot smaller than him but wouldn’t we all be a lot smaller even as na’vis??? lol) praise, pet names
wc: 894
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tonowari’s mouth attacked y/n. she sat in his lap, his large arms engulfed her. y/n felt so small compared to him.
y/n loved his height, how protected she felt in his arms. the size difference didn’t scare the either of them off, the two embraced it.
tonowari was the most generous lover y/n ever had. no, he hasn’t even been fully inside her yet, but the pleasure he brought just was his mouth and his fingers, it showed he took y/n’s pleasure seriously.
y/n was brought back to the present when tonowari bites her lip softly. she sat in his lap, she could feel him growing hard.
“tonowari.” y/n began to stroke his cock under his cloth. “can we try?”
tonowari looked down and bit his lip. “my heart, as much as i want you, the thought of hurting you…” his head shakes. “i can’t bear it…”
“you’ve never hurt me before tonowari, why would you start now?” y/n asks. she smiles at the man in front of her. she leaned in and kissed his nose. “only if you want to…” y/n whispers.
“of course i do -i…” tonowari runs a hand down his face. “to be fully inside you… y/n i think about it everyday. but i have to hold myself back sometimes.” he chuckles. “you’re rather small.”
“i’m not that small, you’re just huge! tallest na’vi here, tonowari. “ y/n leans in closer. “biggest na’vi here too…” she kisses tonowari hard.
he moans low in his throat. he could feel him strain against his tewng. y/n’s wrapped cunt moved against him. even by that he could sense how wet she was.
“already so wet little one?” tonowari asks. he find y/n’s clit under her tewng and rubbed gentle circles. “for me?”
“it’s all for you yawne. (beloved)”
tonowari let’s out a fuck under his breath. he needed y/n. as much of her as he could have.
“please, let me have you…” y/n begs. “i want no one else. please i’ll take as much as i can!”
“oh yawntutsyìp (little one) i know you will. are you ready?”
y/n smiles at his surrender. she kisses him again and strokes his hair. “i’m always ready for you.”
“hang on to me my love.” tonowari undid y/n’s cloth and threw it away from him, not caring where it landed. he gathers her wetness on his fingers.
y/n moans as he slides two fingers in.
-
it feels as if hours have passed. y/n now laid on the ground of the marui, tonowari’s face pushes up against her weeping cunt.
he found himself getting carried away readying y/n. he had to-no, needed to- make her come at least three times before himself. it was an unsung promise he sang to her and himself.
y/n wipes the tears from her eyes. she had come three times already. she didn’t know if she had it in her for anything more, and yet. “tonowari…”
he looks up from in between her thighs, his hair was matted to his now sweaty forehead. his lips glistened with y/n’s juices.
“what? what is it?” he asked in a daze. “are you alright? was that too much?”
y/n shakes her head and flicks her ears. “no my love, you were perfect. i just need you inside me please.”
tonowari took a deep breath and finally to gives in to what y/n needed. “come here little one.” he kisses y/n hard on the lips. he laid over her, tonowari’s frame covering her own.
y/n reached down and softly grabbed tonowari’s cock and stroked it a few times. he closes his eyes. “oh baby you’re hands… ah!” y/n smiles as she kept stroking.
y/n gets on her knees and straddles tonowari. his breath shudders when he feels her entrance line up with his cock.
“go slow little one, slow…”
y/n hisses slightly as she takes the head in. the stretch makes her tail slap down. she lets out a moan as she sinks slowly down.
tonowari’s arms are around y/n. they’re holding her as he helps her take his cock. he would never push her past her limits, but fuck if he didn’t want to be all the way inside her.
y/n starts to feel a tear run down her face. this man was going to be the death of her. “tonowari… please.. help me..”
“okay i’ll help, i’ll help.” he pushes his forehead against y/n’s and he finds her clit.
“right there love? i’m gonna help you, i’m here,” tonowari stated to slowly rub y/n’s clit.
y/n felt the waves of pleasure downright loosen herself around on his cock. she felt herself get more wet. y/n let out a strangled moan until she couldn’t go any further.
tonowari looks down and his breath hitches. y/n did it. she was able to take half of him!
“look little one look,” tonowari points y/n’s attention to they were connected. “you did it.”
y/n still gasping, moved her hips in circles. “it’s not all of it,” she whines. “want more…. fuck!”
“no y/n this is all for tonight, just take what you can.” y/n clenches around him, his eyes flutter shut. “you’re taking me so well.”
“you’re so deep.” y/n hums as tonowari kisses her tears away.
“just let me hold you now little one. i’m so proud of you. besides i owe you one more orgasm…”
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WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content (NSFW) — p in v séx, power imbalance (i guess. yeah.), fingering, dirty talk (more praise than degradation, surprisingly.), breéding undertones (implied clan expectations), slight overstim, overuse of the words “pretty girl” lol. reader is implied a virgin.
SUMMARY: The Zen’in clan, refusing to waste even their “worthless” son despite his Heavenly Restriction and zero cursed energy, assigns Toji a concubine from a minor sorcerer family.
A/N: This is my comeback piece to writing after 3 years of not doing so. Whew. I might be a little rusty. This might not even make sense plot-like either but we’re all crazy rn for that scene in the recent jjk season so idc. I write my wips in third person so we shall ignore if third-person words are read too lmao. Not proof-read. Reblogs and feedback is super appreciated!!
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“You’re scared?”
The arrangement had been made by Naobito himself. No ceremony, no audience with the head. Just a folded sheet of paper pushed across a low table in one of the lesser halls.
That was Toji’s future worth — no more than a sheet of paper, no less than mere ignorance and whispered, one-sided decisions.
And that was also your worth.
Concubine. The word tasted like blood in your tongue and felt like venom in your veins. Not wife—wives were for alliances and heirs with proper techniques. Worth for keeping blood circulating without dirtying the line. Of course, no one would utter those word around, but you knew better than to think you were more than that in this situation.
A consolation prize.
“She will reside in the western wing quarters. The union is to produce issue if Heaven Restriction permits viable seed. Obedience expected. Discussion concluded.”
“Pft.” Toji had breathed a low, eye-rolling chuckle. He had stared at the ink until it blurred, then folded the paper once and tucked it inside the band of his hakama like an unpaid debt note.
He knew your name the way one knows a tool mentioned in passing—daughter of some minor branch family of a clan no-one-cared of, though carried sorcerer blood, diluted to the point it barely registered, but enough that the elders could pretend it wasn’t charity.
Not a servant, not quite a noble either. Made the Zenin way: take something half-useful, label it breeding stock, and call it strategy.
He didn’t need to know why he was the one damned now. He always heard whispers in the dark shadows of the compound he so wanted to burn down. ‘No cursed energy, no technique, no future in the line. If he won’t die quietly, at least make him useful. Tie him down before he slips the leash entirely and bites us to extinction.’
Naobito probably thought it clever—chain the Heavenly Restriction violent freak around soft legs, above a warm body and an untouched womb, see if biology could succeed where jujutsu had failed. Maybe Toji would finally stop looking at the clan gates like they were there to be burnt down.
He had pushed open the sliding door to the western wing. The room was larger than he bothered using most nights—tatami still stiff from disuse, a low table, a futon already laid out with fresh bedding that smelled faintly of camellia oil.
Embarrassing, he thought. Will she open her legs more willingly if this room smells like a hug? So stupid. Have they ever even touched a woman?
Toji stepped inside anyway, bare feet silent on the weave. The air felt thicker here, warmer, already holding someone else’s breath.
You rose to your knees first, slow and careful, the way it’s been taught since you could walk. Kept your head bowed until the last possible second, then lifted it.
Your eyes met. Steel against uncertainty. One way or the other.
Your legs trembled once—only once—before you locked them beneath you. A faint shiver ran the length of your spine and settled low in your belly like something that was learning to be alive quickly. Violently. You had expected what the stories were told: the Zenin failure, the lost disappointment without cursed energy, the man they spoke of in lowered voices like he might hear through walls. You had pictured broad shoulders, yes, but also something coarse, something ugly, something you would have to pity and endure, and pretend you liked.
He was none of those things.
Toji stood loose-hipped in the doorway with one hand still on the frame and the other hanging at his side. Hair black and careless, it fell into dark green eyes that looked more bored than angry. Scar across the corner of his mouth like someone had once tried to shut him up permanently and failed. Tall—taller than the rumors made him sound. Built like a blade that had been forged too big on purpose, all sharp angles and strength under the plain black yukata.
Fuck, you thought.
To him, you looked like a wrapped blade.
You weren’t trying to be beautiful; the clan didn’t dress concubines for seduction, only for presentation. Yet the silk caught the lamplight and threw it back at him in thin, bright lines, like steel catching sun. Sharp. Hidden. Dangerous if you handled it wrong.
He liked sharp things. Always had. Knives, wires, the edge of a cursed tool right before it bit. Things that could cut clean through bone and still look pretty doing it.
And he liked to handle them good.
His gaze dropped to your throat, then lower, then back to your face. You hadn’t blinked. Good.
You started to imagine the feeling of his fingers trailing down your sternum. Heat crawled under your skin, sudden and greedy, and you hated how fast your pulse answered it. This wasn’t duty. Duty was supposed to be cold, mechanical, something you could fold away inside yourself like the thousand other orders you had swallowed whole. This was different.
You hated that you wanted it. Hated more that you wanted him—the outcast, the one they called tainted, the one who looked at the clan the way a wolf looks at sheep behind a fence made of wet paper.
Toji took a step forward. Then another. The floor creaked under his weight. Or so it seemed to you.
“You’re scared?” he said. Voice low, rough.
You swallowed. Your voice came out quieter than you wanted. “No.”
A short huff left him—not quite a laugh. “And you think I believe that?”
“…No.” You met his eyes again, steady this time even though your thighs still shook under the silk.
Another step. Close enough now that she could smell him—clean sweat, steel, something faintly metallic like blood long washed away. Her lungs tightened. But not with fear.
With want. It surprised you. But it also did not. It was… addictive, this feeling. Like scratching itchy skin despite the blood peeking.
Toji crouched slowly in front of you, elbows on his knees, bringing their faces level. You could see from up close the scar on the forner of his lip.
“You’re shaking,” he said. Not mocking. Just stating a fact.
Your chin lifted a fraction. Not challenging. Just… equal. “It’s cold.”
“Liar.”
You didn’t deny it.
He reached out—slow, giving you time to flinch if you wanted to—and caught one of the loose strands of hair near your cheek. Wound it once around his finger. Let it slide free again.
“Pretty little blade,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I wonder if you cut.”
Your breath hitched pathetically. The words landed somewhere deep, somewhere that made your inner thighs press together on instinct. Even more.
“I, uhm…,” she said softly, “I do not, I do not wish to harm you-“
“No?” His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, barely there. “Then why do you look like you want to bite?”
You didn’t answer with words.
Instead, you dared to lean forward—just enough—until your lips were a breath away from his thumb. Not touching. Not yet.
Bold little thing, Toji thought. I could leave her breathless. And here she is.
His pupils blew wide.
The room felt smaller. The camellia scent cloying. It no longer bored him so much…
He exhaled once, rough. Then he closed the last inch. His mouth crashed into yours like he was done waiting for permission. He already had it. Not because of a paper that claimed you were his to play with now. But because he knew how to read women like the back of his hand.
You met him halfway— There was no gentleness. No preamble. Just the wet slide of lips parting, the faint scrape of his scar against your chin, the way his hand ghosted over your neck. He groaned once, low in his throat, and swallowed the noise you made when his free hand found the knot of your obi and yanked.
The silk loosened with a soft hiss. He didn’t bother undoing it properly—just pulled until the front fell open enough for cool air to hit your skin.
“Fuck,” he muttered, thumb caressing over one peak. “Look at that...such a pretty thing,” he said, voice gravel. “Blushing like you’ve never been looked at before.”
Your hands hovered uncertain at your sides until he caught one wrist and guided it between your own thighs.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered. Not ordered, but almost praying for it. “Your thighs won’t do the job well. Relieve yourself.”
You hesitated for half a heartbeat. Then your fingers slipped under the parted kimono, under the thin underlayer, and found the mess between your legs. You gasped at her own touch— as if you’d never touched yourself… which you did —and Toji’s dick twitched hard against the confines of his clothes.
“That’s it,” he rasped, eyes locked on how your hand moved under the silk. “Spread it f’me. Let me see her.”
You did. Heavens forgive you, but you did. Two fingers parting slick folds, showing him the shine coating your inner thighs, swollen clit peeking out. Your face burned hotter. You couldn’t look at him—couldn’t look anywhere but down at your own hand while he watched.
Toji leaned in, breath hot against your ear. “You’re dripping, baby. Strangers don’t usually get this wet with another stranger… but your body knows better than what your mind tries to tell you, hm?”
He caught your wrist again—this time pulling your hand away. Your fingers glistened. He brought them to his mouth, sucked them clean with a slow drag of tongue, eyes never leaving hers.
“Sweet,” he said against her fingertips. “Taste like you’ve been waiting for this.”
You couldn’t deny it anymore. It felt feverish, like something had been injected into her veins the moment he’d kissed you. This wasn’t duty anymore. This was the first time in your life you’d ever felt this alive—this reckless, this needed. The adrenaline you never felt… but needed.
Toji pushed you back gently until you were lying on the futon, silks splayed open around her. He settled between your thighs, broad shoulders forcing them wider. One big hand slid up the inside of your soft leg, calluses rough against silk-soft skin, until his palm cupped you entirely.
You arched at the first press of his fingers—two sliding along your wet slit, gathering the slickness, teasing the entrance without pushing in.
“Listen to that,” he murmured, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. “So fucking wet I can hear it. You’re making a mess all over my hand, pretty girl.”
Your hips rolled up, chasing the pressure. Every stroke sent sparks up your spine, made your toes curl against the tatami.
He pushed one finger inside—slow, deliberate, letting you feel every inch. You clenched around him instantly, a soft cry slipping out before you could stop it.
“Theeere you go,” he hummed. “Tight little thing. Bet you’ve never had anything this deep before.” He crooked the finger, pressing against that spot inside that made your back bow off the bedding. “That’s it. Let me feel you squeeze.”
Another finger joined the first after he’d pumped the first one slow, reverently, caressing. “Mhmm. Yeah…” His voice dropped lower, filthy and pleased, when he felt you flutter your walls. “The spot that makes pretty girls cry. Y’gonna cry for me, hmm?”
You shook your head—no—but your hips rocked forward anyway, chasing his hand. Slick coated his palm, dripped down his wrist. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside you filled the quiet room, obscene and loud in the hush of the night.
Your thighs started to quake. Your breath came in broken little gasps. The pressure built fast—too fast—coiling tight in your belly, ready to snap.
“Come for me, baby. Show me how bad you wanted this stranger to ruin you.” He whispered, coaxing you into your orgasm.
And then your whole body locked up. A choked moan tore out of your throat as you came—hard, sudden, clenching around his fingers like you wanted to keep them there forever. Wetness coated his palm, dripped down your thighs, ruined the futon beneath.
He worked you through it, slow strokes now, drawing it out until you was whimpering, oversensitive, hips twitching away and toward him at the same time.
When you finally stilled, panting, cheeks flushed dark, Toji pulled his fingers free and brought them to your lips.
“Clean them,” he said.
You opened your mouth without hesitation. Sucked. Tasted yourself on him—salty, sweet. And shameful.
But… shameful, to the eyes of whom?
His other hand was already working the ties of his hakama loose.
Oh, you were so gone.
There was no ceremony under the soft light of the candles. No shame. Just him, hard and heavy against his stomach, already leaking at the tip from the way you’d clenched around his fingers.
Your eyes dropped. Widened. Then lifted again to his face, dark and glassy with something that looked dangerously close to awe.
Toji leaned in, kissed her once after he chuckled once— kissed slow this time, almost gentle—then guided you backward until your shoulders met the futon. Again.
He followed you down, caging you with his forearms braced on either side of your head. His knees nudged her thighs wider. You opened for him without resistance, knees falling apart like they’d been waiting for the command.
“Look at me,” he said.
You did. Immediately. No hesitation. Almost like a god dictating what to believe or preach. And she was willing to do so.
Toji reached between them, wrapped a hand around himself, and dragged the head of his cock through your folds—once, twice, slowly.—coating himself in the mess you’d already made. The slick sound was loud in the quiet room. Your hips twitched upward every time he nudged your clit.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped. “Gonna slide right in… s’okay, hm?”
You couldn’t help but nod again, and again.
He pressed forward—slow. Just the tip at first. Enough to stretch you open, enough to make you gasp and arch beneath him.
“Breathe,” he told her. “Let me in, pretty. Let me in…”
He sank deeper—inch by slow, delicious inch—watching your face the whole time. The way your brows pinched, the way your lips parted on a silent moan, the way color invaded your cheeks again when he bottomed out and stayed there, buried to the hilt.
“Full?” he asked, almost teasing. Sweet bastard.
You swallowed. Nodded again. You inner walls fluttered around him like they were trying to memorize every ridge, every pulsing vein.
Toji groaned—long and rough—and dropped his forehead to yours.
“Goddamn. Tightest thing I’ve ever felt.”
He didn’t move right away. Let you adjust. Let your hips roll in tiny, helpless circles because yoiu couldn’t stay still.
Then, he finally rolled his hips. Slow drag out, slow push back in. Deep. Controlled. Every stroke deliberate, angled so the head dragged against that spot that made her toes curl against the small of his back.
“Like that?” he murmured against her ear. “In and out, just like that… in and out…”
Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, heels digging into his lower back like you were afraid he’d pull away.
He fucked you steady—deep rolls of his hips that made the futon creak, made your breasts bounce softly with every thrust, made the wet slap of skin on skin echo off the walls.
“You feel that?” he growled low. “How deep I am? That’s all you, baby. Taking every fucking inch like a queen.”
Your words were gone. Just gasps and whimpers and the wet filthy rhythm of him driving into you.
He sped up—short, hard thrusts now—grinding against your clit with every snap of his hips.
“C’mon,” he rasped. “Let me feel it. Squeeze me, milk me dry. Y’know you can do it, pretty girl...”
And you shattered.
Back arching off the futon, thighs clamping around him, walls pulsing hard and rhythmic around his length. A soft, keening cry tore out of your throat—muffled against his shoulder as you bit down to keep from screaming.
Toji fucked you through it—relentless—chasing his own edge now. The way you fluttered, the way you soaked him. It was perfect.
Then he followed you, and came with a low groan, hips jerking as he spilled inside you, pulse after hot pulse until he was empty and trembling.
When he finally eased out after long seconds of catching breaths —slow, careful—you whimpered at the loss.
Toji stared at the ceiling for a long moment when he rolled onto his back, his hand behind his head, his other touching your waist.
His clan gave her to him like a chain. To tie him down to duty, to make him docile. But chains could be weapons. And tonight he had not felt like a caged animal — he’d felt alive.
Truly alive. Dangerous, alive. You would not be good at tying him down to his clan.
You’d be perfect to help him break free from it.
And he’d be perfect for you to learn what freedom and pleasure were.
you were in the middle of being spooned by toji when you felt something drop in your stomach.
your period.
it was midnight and toji was deep into whatever dream land he was in, snoring in your ear. his arms wrapped around you like a comfortable warm protective bear holding you tightly.
he slept like one too, you eventually pealed his hands off you. soft grunts and moans of pain leaving your lips as you slid out of bed.
you hadn't even moved two seconds. "what you doing?" toji mumbled tired into his pillow, then you heard the bed creak and before you knew it your feet were off the floor. your arms automatically grabbed at him to stable yourself.
"you need to pee?" he mumbled eyes barely open. you shook your head, "poo?" you smacked his chest, it barely felt like anything to him, tiredly he laughed. "what's it then?"
"i got my period." you pouted toji cooed sitting you down on the toilet. he knew exactly what to get you. a new pair underwear, a pad and maybe a heatpack if you were really in pain.
he came back, pad already stuck onto your underwear like he had done a million times before. he handed you a wet wipe. he would do it for you blood wasn't something that bothered him but you preferred to do it yourself so he let you.
after you were done he carried you back to bed, "is it hurting really bad?" you could still hear the sleep in his voice and how tired he was. you hesitated, you were dying. yet you shook your head no. "alright, i'll get it."
why must you be so stubborn.
within 5 minutes he was back and you couldn't thank him enough when the heatpack finally pressed onto your stomach distracting you from the cramps. toji scooped you back up into his arms careful not to touch the heatpack because he on the other hand died of the heat whenever that thing touched him.
he wiggled you right back into place. his legs intertwined with yours and his arms snug around you, his face in the back of your neck. "there, all nice and cozy. feel better?" as if he hadn't just been up and doing everything for you he sounded right back to how he did when he just woke up.
you nodded a soft smile on your lips. you were spoiled. "i love you princess," he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "wake me next time please. don't want you in more pain then you already are."
you nodded closing your eyes. "good, g'night baby."
you sleepily whispered a "goodnight baby." back.
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