"finally," you mutter to yourself, scrolling through apartment listings on your cracked phone screen.
the ad looked sketchy as hell. no photos. barely any details. just an address in a decent neighborhood, a rent cheap enough to make you suspicious, and a single name.
sukuna.
conditions list: no guests, no pets, quiet after 10 pm. you could live with that. desperation makes it sound reasonable after three failed viewings today alone. you stared at it for a second before snorting. whatever.
you dial the number, heart pounding when a deep, bored voice answers.
"yeah?" sukuna's voice cuts through.
āohāhi! I was calling about the apartment.ā
he started firing questions like bullets without so much as a hello in between. age, job, why you need the place. by the end of it, you felt less like a potential tenant and more like you were being interrogated at a police station.
you stammer answers, relief flooding you when he grunts an approval. āoh, thank god. I reallyāā
āhang on.ā
your stomach dropped again. another pause. then you heard him speak, slower this time.
āIs this you?ā
āhuh?ā
āthe profile picture.ā
you frowned, glancing at the tiny icon on your screen. āuh... yeah?ā
he didn't answer immediately. Instead, a low chuckle crackled through the speaker, the sound oddly amused.
āso...ā he drawled. āyou really want this place?ā
āyes,ā you said a little too quickly. āplease. I don't really have any other choice.ā
he went silent again. long enough to make you wonder if the call had dropped.
"then one more condition. non-negotiable."
you brace yourself, grip tightenening around the phone. "sure."
"free use. while youāre living here."
confusion knots your stomach. free use? like sharing stuff? wi-fi? sure, you barely own a coffee mug, anyways. In every angle, he's the one who getting the short end of the stick.
"deal," you agree quickly, without another thought, far too tired and far too desperate to question what he'd actually meant.
***
the moving truck pulls away as you lug your last box into the shared apartment's dim hallway.
sukuna leans against the doorframe of his room, arms crossed over a tight black t-shirt that strains against thick muscle. he doesn't offer help, just watches with hooded crimson eyes as you struggle past him.
"kitchen rules," he states flatly. "clean your shit when you're done. my space stays untouched."
you nod, throat tight. his presence feels like a physical weight. heavy and territorial.
for two days, you tiptoe around him, microwaving dinners silently while he ignores you completely, sprawled on the couch scrolling his phone. the silence is suffocating, but at least the rent's paid.
by the third morning, you're scrambling eggs in the kitchen while the coffee brewed beside you. It wasn't until you heard footsteps approaching that you realized you probably should've changed first.
you'd rolled straight out of bed and into the kitchen wearing the same tank top and tiny sleep shorts you'd fallen asleep in, never expecting sukuna to be awake this early.
the sound of footsteps stopped in the doorway. he looked like he'd only just gotten out of bed too, hair still messy from sleep, only a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
then you caught him looking at you. long enough to make you suddenly, painfully aware of what you were wearing. heat crept up your neck as you shifted your weight awkwardly, instinctively tugging at the hem of your tank top.
"...morning," you mumbled, clearing your throat as if that would somehow make the moment any less awkward.
he didn't say anything, just crowds you against the counter, his heat searing your back. one hand shoves aside your hair, his mouth lands on your neck. a wet, biting kiss that steals your breath.
"whatā" you gasp, but his palm slides under your top, rough fingers pinching your nipple hard.
you blinked blank, very much confused. It took a second. then another. before your brain finally connected the dots.
uh-oh.
"still fine with it?" he growls against your ear.
the eggs were burning as his other hand slips between your thighs. you nod dumbly, the sizzle of the pan drowned by your pounding heart. but hey, even if it was a little misunderstanding, you weren't exactly complaining.
sukunaās laugh rumbles against your spine, dark and satisfied. "good."
he doesnāt ask. just shoves your shorts down your hips, letting them pool at your ankles. the cold granite counter bites into your palms as he bends you over it, one hand fisting in your hair while the other spreads you open.
you gasp at the sudden intrusion, his thick fingers pushing inside without warning, rough and demanding. eggs char black in the pan beside you, smoke curling toward the ceiling as he pumps his fingers deep, scissoring them until youāre slick and trembling.
"quiet," he orders when you whimper, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a stinging print. "neighbours are nosy."
he flips you around like itās nothing, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. your back arches hard off the counter as he yanks his pants down, and your eyes widen. fuck.
his cock was the biggest monster. thicker and heavier than the rest of him, dark red at the tip like it's angry at you. heās really gonna put that in you?? lord have mercy...
he pumps it twice in his fist, before he starts poking and slapping the fat head against your pussy. the wet smacks makes you cry out. he shoots you a sharp look.
you slap your own hand over your mouth real quick, eyes rolling back as he massages your poor pussy with his mean cock. It feels more like heās hitting and bullying your folds than actually rubbing. but those heavy slaps right on your swollen bud, make your thighs shake like crazy. you canāt think straight at all.
he gives your pussy a few more light, teasing taps, then finally lines it up on your hole and pushes in, inch by brutal inch, stretching you open wide as he buries himself deep inside you, bottoming out with a satisfied groan.
sukuna grins down at you, all sharp teeth and hunger. "knew you were tight," he rasps, hips pistoning.
every snap of his hips slams you against the counterās edge, your jaw dropped open as he fucks you raw. you claw at his forearms, nails scraping ink-black tattoos as he uses you like a toy, relentless.
smoke thickens the air, the ruined eggs forgotten. your legs tremble around his neck, thighs slick with your own arousal and his sweat. he pins your wrists above your head, leaning close enough for you to taste his breath, hot and faintly metallic.
"look at you," he snarls, thrusts turning deeper. "best roomie ever."
you whimper, arching into each punishing stroke, the counter digging bruises into your spine. his pace stutters, a low groan tears from his throat as he spills inside you, filling you with pulsing heat. he holds you there, until he empties the very last drop in you.
he pulls out slowly, leaving you leaking on the countertop. sukuna doesnāt glance back as he grabs a towel to wipe himself off, very casual, like heād just taken out the trash.
"clean this up," he grunts, nodding at the sticky mess between your thighs and the charred pan still smoking on the stove.
you slide down, legs shaky as noodles, shorts still tangled around your ankles. the cold air hits your skin where his sweat had been, making you shiver. you fumble for a cloth, avoiding the smirk he throws over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
***
the next few days blur into a rhythm controlled by him. youāre bent over the couch armrest in the middle of his match, his huge hand clamped tight over your mouth to muffle your moans while he rails your cunt from behind. hard and fast, brutal strokes like heās trying to break you before the game ends. later he drags you into the shower, water running over both of you as he pins you face-first against the cold tiles, fingers digging bruises into your hips, and fucks you raw again.
you learn real quick to keep lube stashed in every damn room. you donāt complain. not when he wakes you at 3 am by ripping your panties to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, and shoving himself balls-deep inside you. not when he casually palms your cunt under the table, thick fingers teasing your clit while he scrolls on his phone, then just walks away and leaves you leaking and aching.
his rules are simple: stay available, spread your legs, keep your mouth shut, let him use that sloppy pussy whenever he wants, and take every load he pumps into you. and god, what he gives is good.
Itās clear now. his āconditionā meant exactly what he said. and youā¦ youāve stopped questioning it. you just take it like a slut heās turning you into.
nanamiās veiny cock stretched you open over the sink, the dishes long forgotten in your hands. you could feel your knees threatening to give out every time he snapped his hips forward, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks as loud moans left your parted lips. ākentoāpleaseāā
nanami's gaze never left your body. he observed how it jiggled with even the slightest movement. you could feel every vein of him inside you, his pink tip brushing deliciously against your cervix.
your husband pressed his damp forehead against your shoulder as he slammed his hips into you relentlessly, cock twitching at your tightness. your own slick dripped down your thighs.
"looking so pretty for meāfuck, so tightālike the perfect little wife.ā he mumbled, unable to stop himself. sliding his hand down to rub excruciatingly slow circles on your sensitive bud, which you responded by letting out a sharp cry.
you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm, moaning loudly enough for the entire building to hear (already bracing yourself for the noise complaints you were undoubtedly going to receive tomorrow). you bit your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds escaping you. "nanamiāfeels sāgood!" you gasped. "so deep, kentoāgonnaā"
you weren't able to finish your words as a warm wave of pleasure washed over your body, leaving you shaking and gushing on him. "yes, darling. make a mess on kento. such a good girl." nanami gritted through his teeth.
"please, cum inside me. i need your cum" you whimpered.
nanami's cock twitched once, twice, before he came inside you with a loud groan. filling you so deep you were dripping with his cum. his hips snapped forward one last time before he slowly pulled out and held you as you steadied yourself.
"did i leave you unsatisfied last night, kento?" you joked breathlessly, and the two of you chuckled.
āi fear that would be impossibleā he replied softly. "iām sorry, my love. you just looked too gorgeous."
you adjusted your dress, turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your soft lips against his. there was nothing more nanami could wish for.
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made by toruslut. idk how i feel abt this one but ugh isnāt he just so dreamy
ā¶ļø Acts of Service (starring . qifrey the witch)
synopsis . Trying to coax your usually gentle partner into fucking your throat whilst giving him head. content . afab!reader, somewhat established relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, face fucking, pet names, brat taming, praise, sadism, etc.
author's note: i need him so bad like pls. anywho, answering this request (kinda lol). banner from: āKubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshiā
āY-Yes, down your throat now. Oh my-, just like that. Perrrfect.ā Qifrey couldnāt help the words that floated out of his mouth, a hand grasping at the top of your head tightly enough to reveal veins against his skin.
He tried not to buck his hips too much almost every time you sucked him off but it was difficult not to when your head was bobbing so vigorously, letting his twitchy tip kiss ān cling to the very back of your throat. He told you he had a stressful day, so all you wanted to do was relieve some of that stress for himāeven though he typically advises against doing so adamantly.
Youāve no idea why heās so keen on remaining stressed and pent up. Nor do you understand how the man goes on and on about how much he hates water and all things wet, yet heās throbbing against your flattened tongue the moment you stick it out for him.
His wishes aside, all you longed for was to see that other side of him he tried so hard to keep hidden from those most dear. Though, Qifrey had a way of hiding all intimate parts of his personality from those he treasured most.
With the sole exception of sex, of course. While it did relieve some amounts of stress, it most certainly was too satisfactory of an act for him to indulge in with just anyone.
Which is where you come ināhis pretty lilā partner.
āCan you-, hahhhā¦ p-possiblyāfuckāslow down, my love?ā Qifrey tried to warn you, his fingers taut atop your head as his the muscles in his thighs tensed and his desire to buck his hips upward increased. And yet, you merely lifted your gaze up to meet with his and then began to bob your head up ān down even quicker. āN-No, not faster. I-, hnngh.ā
The hold he has on you suddenly steels and your eyes widen as you realize youāre hardly able to move. Qifreyās mentally apologizing for the way he begins to thrust up into your mouth and push your head down to meet with each one.
āI cannot maintain my composure when you suck on me like that,ā He huffs, lashes fluttering whilst his pretty face twists up in pleasure. Then heās tilting his head to the side and casting a half grin down at you, āFuuuck, you made me do this, yāknow. S-Staring at me like thatā¦ god, you look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.ā
You felt your thighs clamp together tightly in an attempt at soothing the sudden ache his words spurred from your body. You werenāt sure if he realized it or not, but this was all you really wanted from him.
āYeah? You like that, do you?ā Sweat begins to build up against the smooth planes of his skin and heās nearly irritated by it. So much so that he finally slips up and drops that gentle, kindhearted act of his, āOh, I bet you do.ā Your lips smooch down against his swollen base as he holds you in placeāthe faint tuffs of a white happy trail tickling your skin. āTell me then, tell me how much you like having your mouth properly fucked. Come now, let me hear it.ā
āMmmph!ā You mumble around him, batting your eyes up rapidly at him.
Qifrey chuckles. He did quite enjoy it when you tested him, and that feeling only doubled down when he saw you like this, āStill putting forth your best efforts even whenānnghā¦ y-your mouth is all full of me. How cute.ā
Your partnerānever boyfriend, for reasons youāre entirely unsure ofāgains that different shaded glimmer in his eyes all of a sudden. You relish in the feel of his dick drooling something pleasantly nasty down your throat and he seems to be delighted by the sight of it. That, and the sexy way in which you squirm in between his legs like you wanted him to be meaner to you or something.
āSlow, my love.ā He tried to warn you, tried to apply pressure to your head and steady how quickly you sucked at his cock. āS-Slow down, Iām close.ā
His voice was so delicate even as his orgasm approached and you found yourself moaning around his shaft as his tone wavered and pitched in reaction.
Then your hands met his legs and you gripped at him, lifting your gaze back up and swirling your tongue across every reachable vein he had to offer you. He wanted you to slow down again, but just like the last time, you refused to do so and proceeded to suck faster ān harder.
Things click for him right then.
āAh? You want me toā¦ oh.ā His cock was throbbing all against the constricting walls of your throat and he knew you felt it. Even so, you still swallowed him in deeper and ignored how gags threatened to interrupt your actions. Qifrey found himself grinning, āYouād like to swallow it, would you?ā
Naturally, you nod.
The witch before you was many, many thingsābut a complete pushover for you was not one of them. If you were going to actively disobey his orders of slowing down just to get what you wanted, then he was going to only allow your desires to come forth on his own terms.
Which is exactly why he holds your head as he pushes himself up to stand. You try to pull back as if you needed to breathe but your mouth is rapidly clogged by the length of his cock pushing forward in one, mean thrust.
His balls smack against your chin and he feels you whining around him as he grunts, āNaughty girl.ā Qifrey readjusts his hands to the sides of your pretty face before letting out a soft sigh. Though, his calming exhale was rather opposite to the vicious look in his eyes as he began having his way with your mouth, āI do hope this-, hahā¦ satisfies your fantasies well. Mmgh.ā
You somehow gain the bratty nerve to try and wiggle your head away from his steeling grip and he seems to find that most humorous.
Cocking his head to the side and narrowing those rude eyes at you, āStillākeep still,ā He groans, rolling his hips forward more thoroughly so that you could feel each inch of his cock twitch around your mouth. To his surprise, you manage to stop your squirming, and for that he smiles and says, āGoooood. Now swallow.ā before cumming directly down your tongue.
When he soon pulls out of you, heās left to watch gallops of saliva and his cum string between his tip and your lips. The sight shouldāve been seen as disgusting, given how wet and sloppy it was. And yet he was still hard, still twitching in front of your face even as he panted to catch his breath.
It really was unfair how gorgeous of a partner heād obtained.
He couldnāt help but want to fuck every drop of his frustrations out into youāespecially when you were peering up at him with those glossy eyes of yours, looking as though you wanted to go again and again until he had his fill of you.
You move to wipe at your mouth, āQifrāā
āActually,ā Heās cutting you off rather sharply, taking his dick into one hand and shuddering from the sensitivity of it before his feet shift his body closer to you. Then his other hand finds the top of your head and heās glaring at you like youāre nothing more than some toy for him to make use of, āI quite enjoyed that.ā
You blink once.
Qifrey had a tendency to focus on your pleasure most days, claiming that doing so is most enjoyable for him too. But you knew there was another side of him he wasnāt showing you quite yet, and apparently this was it.
His fingers disappear into your hair and his palm is nearing the back of your head. You knew he was about to absolutely ravish your throat based on the way he was holding onto you.
āLetās go again, shall we?ā Serves as the only warning from his plush lips. Then you watch him move his hand from his dick and to your jaw, tipping your chin up before he swipes a thumb over your cheek in awe. He hates water but it would be quite the sight to see it falling from your face all because of him, āPreferable until youāre cryingā¦ and after that, youāll keep quiet about this. Understood?ā
Qifrey had to make sure your silence was a given these days, seeing as youād created a small habit of hinting at the intimate nights you experienced with him. And to make those matters worse, heād found out that you shared these vague details with Olruggio of all people.
Hence why youāre pouting, āNot evenāā
The witch cuts you off by nudging the hardened edges of his cock in between your lips all unevenly, letting his shaft gloss over your wiggly tongue and deep down into the back of your tracheaāeasily causing you to gag.
āYou will tell no one about this.ā He orders, yanking your head back so that only your lips are left to quiver around his tip, āNot a soul. Now nod if Iām understood.ā
Obediently, you do.
Then his cheerful grin returns, despite that darkened look remaining present in his eye. āGood girl.ā
Summary: Qifrey shows you how to make yourself cum in front of the mirror.
A/N: Hello! First time writing for Witch Hat Atelier. I hope it's good! It was lots of fun to write. I hope you enjoy. As always, comments are appreciated <3 Shout out to @starvverie for talking about this with me <3
Your face is warm all over as you glance away from the mirror in front of you. Youāre trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the sight in front of you.Ā
You, naked with your legs spread while Qifrey sits behind you, fully clothed. His head is tilted slightly to the side as he analyzes you. It makes you feel so small when he does that. It's probably why he does it.Ā
āCome on, sweetheart. You arenāt looking.āĀ
Your brows furrow instantly at the name. He knows just how to rile you up. āI-I know,ā you reply, voice meek and foreign to your own ears. āDonāt wanna.āĀ
Qifrey must not like that answer. He hums quietly, as if pondering your show of disobedience. He runs his hands up your thighs, and down your calves, easily reaching every inch of you. When heās got you spread just a little bit more, his hand finds its mark. Right between your thighs where youāre getting wet embarrassingly fast.Ā
āYou donāt wanna see how good weāll make you feel?ā You show a tinge of doubt in response. Qifrey uses his other hand to grip your chin, facing you forward once more.Ā
His pointer and ring finger spread your folds easily, allowing cool air to kiss against your lips. This is mortifying. Just when you think about ripping from his grasp, his middle finger lands on your clit, a shock of electricity running through your system as soon as he makes contact.Ā
Just the right amount of pressure.Ā
You yelp, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but he refuses to let you do that. Qifrey lets go of your face now that he can trust youāre fully entranced, before keeping a palm on your leg to keep you spread.Ā
He clicks his tongue in reply, a subtle hint for you to behave. Itās hard to go on when he does that. You try your hardest to stay still as his finger circles your clit, slowly at first before building up. Heās good with his hands, and he knows it.Ā
It only takes a couple of minutes before youāre moaning, your lips permanently ajar as he spreads your wetness around your cunt. Itās slippery, hot, and so so good. How are you supposed to ever think about touching yourself again? When his fingers exist? Not that heād complain about offering you assistance.
āYouāre getting in your head again,ā he notes, pressing down slightly harder.Ā
āC-Canāt stop it, Qifrey.āĀ
āI need your help.ā He doesnāt, but he likes to include you anyway, always the bleeding heart.Ā
You arch your back away from his body but his free hand is quick to correct your form. There's no room for any nonsense with him.Ā
āSlide a finger inside for me.āĀ
All the hair on your body stands on edge at his order. Thatās exactly what it is. You want to call it how you see it. It isnāt a suggestion, no, itās what he wants you to do.Ā
You donāt want to disappoint him, of course.Ā
You slither your fingers down your body, shakily bumping against his hand in the process as you maneuver around it to reach your aching hole. He doesn't stop massaging your clit for even a second.Ā
Okay.Ā
Your middle finger slips inside and it feelsā¦alright. It's good to have something fill you up. Your pussy has been begging for it the second Qifrey helped slide your clothes off. Itās just not enough. You whine as you watch the two of you work your body. His experienced finger rubbing circles into you while your hand stutters to keep up the pace, trying to match his movements.Ā
āHowās that?ā He asks, ever the inquisitive tutor.Ā
āItāsā¦ā your clit is throbbing against his finger now. You press back into him, letting his smooth robe engulf you. āGood. Itās goodā¦āĀ
He must not believe you. You manage to forget every time, but Qifrey excels at picking up on the small things.Ā
āAre you sure?ā He probes, slowing down.Ā
You whimper, your body crying for more.Ā
āNo, itās not enough.ā You come out with it, half ashamed that you canāt pleasure your own body enough, and half humiliated that youāre even mentioning it right now. You press in a second finger to see if that changes anything, and it doesnāt.
āItās okay, darling,ā Qifrey coos at you, finding your reaction endearing. āSometimes you need a little extra help. Thatās alright.āĀ
His words are like ice to your wounds, soothing the flames inside of you.Ā
āLet me see your fingers.āĀ
You slowly pull them from your core and Qifrey pauses his movements for a moment to peer at your hand. Itās wet, strings of lust webbing your fingers together. You look at him in the mirror, waiting for any praise or disappointment. He really is beautiful. His lashes brush against his cheeks, bright white shielding his blue eyes. Qifrey shows no tells aside from a tiny grin he gives you in reply.Ā
āDo you want to see how I do it?ā He asks, as if thereās any other response aside from yes.Ā
Qifrey uses the hand that hasn't touched your cunt yet to press his middle finger against you, sliding inside. The sensation is immediately different from yours. Heās long. Skin a bit cold to the touch, but entirely purposeful. Qifrey waits until youāre warmed up enough for him before he pushes it in fully. His finger twitches, softly caressing your walls.Ā
Itās hard to save face after that.Ā
Your whines fill the room at an embarrassing pace. He grins softly before using his other hand to continue rubbing at your clit. Both appendages work you up, one slowly fucking into you while the other presses against your swollen nub.Ā
āIs that any better?āĀ
āYes, oh my god Qifrey,ā your eyes are laser focused on his hand's reflection. If you look close enough you can see your slick beginning to coat his flesh.Ā
He chuckles softly in approval before breathing out a sigh, looking entirely too content as he watches the two of you in the mirror.Ā
āYouāre being so good for me, did you know that?ā Heās quiet as he says it, his praise heating your ears like melted gold.Ā
āW-Wanna be good for you,ā you murmur a reply even though you arenāt really sure he was looking for one.Ā
āThink you can continue being good for me?ā His pace picks up slightly. āCan you take another finger?āĀ
It already feels like heās filling you completely, but you want to make him proud.Ā
āMhm, yes,ā your legs tremble while moans escape your lips.Ā
Qifrey eases his ring finger alongside the other inside you, stretching out your cunt carefully. āThere you go,ā He says under his breath.
He keeps rubbing at your clit, his finger now gliding more easily against you as you continue to leak around his palm. He draws circles, before swiping side to side, then back again all while watching to see what makes you twitch most. The longer he finger fucks you, the more you can feel him press against your back. Hard and big, no doubt leaking into his own pants. Qifrey doesn't show any sign of greed though. Heās only focused on you and your pleasure.Ā
āSometimes it's good to have another set of hands, hm? You donāt know what to expect when-ā he curls his fingers just right at that moment, sending you reeling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands twitch around, trying to grab onto him as you all but yell out. ā-right there, right?ā He finishes his sentence as he finds what he was looking for.Ā
You nod dramatically, squealing against him. You can tell that your orgasm is just right around the corner, so close you can almost taste it.Ā
āDonāt worry, I got you,ā he continues fucking into you with his fingers, pressing against that mushy spot inside of you all while using his other hand to abuse your clit.Ā
When you refocus your vision you notice that his lips are slightly parted, his gaze locked onto your cunt. Up until this moment you wouldnāt have been able to tell that he was getting anything out of this, his demeanor almost clinical, but now you can see the cracks. You can see the way pink flushes his cheeks lightly, how his breathing has slowly started to pick up.Ā
āQ-Qifrey, Iām gonna, youāre gonna make me,āĀ
His tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly, inhaling sharply at your tone. āGood, youāre so good,ā heās cooing at you now, all while increasing his pace.Ā
It feels like fireworks going off in your body, each cell exploding as you cum on his fingers. You twitch and wiggle against him but he stays on task, guiding you through your orgasm until you relax in his hold once more.Ā
Qifrey chuckles, voice shaky as he slides his fingers from your pussy, holding both palms in front of you. Theyāre both nearly dripping.Ā
āIād say we did a good job, hm?ā He murmurs with a grin.
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tojis daughter protecting her mama from him (papa toji x mama reader) ā”
a/n: AYYYY PIPPAS BACK TO WRITING!!. sorry babies ive been picking up a ton of extra shifts since im gonna be gone the whole of july and i need that bag....hope u guys like this ā”
the bedroom is quiet. youre propped against the pillows with your little girl tucked against your chest, one tiny hand curled into your shirt while a pacifier bobs lazily between her lips. her eyes are heavy, blinking slower every minute, little body completely melted against you as you run your fingers through her hair.
shes content and half asleep.
until toji decides to drag his big old ass in.
the mattress dips heavily beneath a familiar weight, and immediately her eyes crack open. toji climbs into bed with absolutely zero regard for the peaceful atmosphere either of you had going, all broad shoulders and rough hands as he sprawls across the mattress beside you. he takes one look at his wife cuddled up with his daughter and he decides hes being neglected.
"move over." he says, which makes you laugh quietly.
toji leans across the bed anyway, one hand planting beside your hip while he reaches for you, clearly aiming to steal a kiss. a rough one, at that. he barely makes it halfway there before a tiny hand shoots up and smacks him directly on the cheek.
he freezes.
your daughter glares at him around her pacifier before another little hand lands against his face with even more conviction than the first. toji stares at her and she stares right back, and then her tiny arm stretches across your chest like shes physically shielding you from him, pacifier bobbing once in what feels suspiciously like a warning.
toji lets out a sharp laugh.
"aint no damn way." he huffs, voice gruff. did his daughter seriously just do that?
rhe baby doesnt budge. If anything, she presses closer into you, possessive and protective. you finally start laughing into her hair while toji sits there looking betrayed.
"baby," you manage, even though tojis already grinning despite himself.
your daughter keeps glaring at him from the safety of your arms, little brows furrowed while she stubbornly keeps that tiny arm stretched across you.
toji points at her, his eyes narrowing in mock warning.
"thats my wife." he says, voice low, and your baby huffs around her pacifier. toji laughs at that, not being able to take her seriously.
"she got an attitude already." he grunts
Then he reaches for you again and immediately gets smacked a second time. this one somehow manages to feel even more offended than the first. toji falls back against the mattress laughing while your daughter settles proudly against your chest again, completely satisfied that the threat has been neutralized.
for a moment he just watches the two of you. his wife is curled around his daughter, his daughter is curled around his wife. the tiny bodyguard is already starting to drift back off, one chubby hand still resting possessively on your chest bevause shes making absolutely sure he remembers shes protecting mama. then a slow grin pulls at the corner of tojis mouth.
If mamas off limits, thats fine because he can always find a different target.
his hand reaches over and gently pokes one of her cheeks. the babys eyes crack open immediately, and she glares. toji pokes her again, and the glare deepens.
"aint so tough now, huh?" he drawls out, and the baby huffs around her pacifier.
toji reaches over and squishes both cheeks together, and she looks genuinely outraged. the tiny hand that had been protecting you immediately abandons you so she can shove at his wrist instead.
toji bursts out laughing, the sjght of his baby trying to seriously hit him making him laugh even harder.
"there she is." he says.
your daughter lets out the most offended little noise imaginable and tries pushing him away again, but he only gets worse, poking her cheek, stealing her pacifier for half a second before giving it back, squishing her face again, bothering her just enough to keep getting reactions.
by now shes fully awake and deeply unimpressed with her daddy while youre laughing your godamn ass off.
toji finally relents when she starts trying to hide her face against your chest, her lower lip wobbling.
"aw, come on." he huffs.
he reaches over one last time, smoothing a hand over her hair before pressing a loud kiss into her chubby cheek. the baby immediately frowns, which makes toji grin.
then he settles beside both of his girls, one arm wrapping around your waist. his the other reaches over to gently tap his daughters little foot sticking out from beneath the blanket, and she immediately kicks him.
TW: AFAB!Reader, No Curses/College AU, Non/Con, Long-Term Stalking + Harassment, Obsessive Behavior, Nonconsensual Touching, and Social Isolation.
You shouldnāt have come to this stupid party.
This was a fundamental truth that you were glaringly, depressingly aware of from the second you stepped through the frat houseās cheaply painted door. The lights were dimmed in a way that came off as less of an attempt at ambiance thing and more of a tripping hazard. The AC was broken and you were dressed in too many layers for the thick, moist air of a frat party in the tail end of spring. You only knew two people here, including your roommate, and you were only on speaking terms with one of them.
Worst of all, Itadori Yuuji hadnāt stopped staring at you in the better part of an hour.
He probably thought he was being subtle. Youād fled to the front porch shortly after arriving, but even that meager distance did little to help when you could see him out of the corner of your eye, stealing glances at you from the living room couch through the water-stained window as he played some terrible first-person shooter with a couple members of the fraternity. You were making a considerable effort to ignore him, but it was easier said than done. Try as you might, you couldnāt seem to concentrate on anything other than the weight of his gaze, the knot of anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach, the memories of his voice calling out to you inā
āAre you good?ā
You blinked. Nobara was squinting at you, her head cocked to the side. Nodding hastily, you rushed to answer before fully processing her question. āYeah, Iām fine. Just a littleāā You paused, forcing yourself to laugh. āJust zoned out, I guess.ā
She hummed, unconvinced. Next to her, the other girl youād been talking to - Maki - smirked and slung an arm over Nobaraās shoulders. āBlame your friend. Heās got a bit of a staring problem.ā
She glanced into the living room. āYuuji? Heās harmless.ā And then, to you, āYou know him, right?ā
The panic was a ice-cold stake to your chest. You shook your head, moved to tell her that no, really, it was alright, you were just having an off-night, youād give her all the money in your wallet if she just didnāt do this, but it was already too late. Nobara turned to the window, raising a hand, and you watched in frozen horror as she waved to Yuuji, gesturing for him to join you.
He was off the couch and out the door before you could so much as think to make a run for it.
Maki was greeted with a nod, Nobara a hasty fist bump. You were pulled into a hug before you had the chance to object - his smothering physical affection saved for you and you alone. Even when he drew back, it was only far enough to position himself behind you and drape his arms around your waist. You could feel his breath on the dip of your shoulder, the scar at the corner of his lips ghosting over the base of your throat. It felt as if you were about to crawl out of your skin, but if your discomfort was visible, Maki and Nobara were both kind enough to ignore it. The former seemed disinterested while the latter only grinned.
āSo you two do know each other.ā
āObviously.ā Yuuji couldnāt have sounded happier. You felt yourself shrink underneath him. āWe met last semester, in that class I failed.ā
Nobara laughed. āSo, like, any class youāve literally ever taken.ā
āShut the fuck up.ā The words were harsh, but his affection was light, cheery. Nobara brightened. Even Maki cracked a smile. Yuuji had that effect on people. He made them happy. He made them like him.
You werenāt sure why it didnāt work the same way, for you.
āWe had this project together, andāā His hands dropped lower, falling a little too close to your hips. āDo you want to tell them what you said when I asked for your number, babe?ā
āIt wasnāt necessary for the assignment,ā you recited, flatly.
āI got it anyway, though.ā You cringed at the reminder. Youād changed it, since then, but thatād only stopped the flood of texts for a few days. All innocent things - questions about your day or pictures of cute dogs on campus. Nothing you could show to anyone else without seeming like you were crazy one for being bothered. āAnd weāve been inseparable ever since.ā
He was leaving things out. All the times heād sat next to you in class, always more than happy to move along with you whenever you decided to switch seats. How often heād coincidentally show up at the library while you were studying, despite never having reviewed for a test in his life. The hours of sleep youād lost to dreading the next time youād see him, the next time heād stand too close or stare too long or talk about the two of you like you were good friends. You mightāve been able to cope, if you had someone to talk to. Butā
Makiās chuckled. She met your eyes, and her grin widened. āThat wouldāve been pretty scary, if itād been anyone else. Bet youāre glad youāve got the nicest guy on campus for a stalker, huh?ā
You wanted to scream.
But everyone loved Yuuji.
You shrugged him off, starting for the front door. āI need toāā
āYouāre right. We should dance.ā Immediately, he was in front of you, grabbing your wrist. āCāmon, Togeās getting the speakers hooked up out back.ā
"Iām good. Maybe later.ā
You tried to pull yourself out of his hold. His grip tightened.
āDo you want something to drink? I made sure weāre stocked up on everything you like, justāā
He glanced over his shoulder as he spoke, and you made the mistake of looking up - of looking at him. That was what had made you keep your distance, before the following and the touching and the harassment.
No matter how brightly he was smiling, his eyes were always so, so cold.
"Stop touching me.ā
Heads turned in your direction. Nobara whispered something to Maki. Yuujiās hand vanished from your wrist, as if itād never been there at all.
Fuck.
Youād made a scene.
You shouldered past him, trudging into the house proper. Inside, disparate conversations melted into a constant pulse of voices and laughter and noise. You shouldered through bodies packed too tightly together, muttering apologies as drinks were spilled and balance was lost. Yuuji tried to follow, but the crowd was thick and you lost him quickly in the tangle. Hopefully, itād stay that way until youād done what you needed to.
It didnāt take long for you to find your roommate. Yuuta was in the basement, sprawled out on a well-beaten couch, passing a joint around with a few of his anemic friends. The current holder - a younger guy with spiky black hair and a perpetual frown - offered it to you as you approached, but you shook your head. Any other time, maybe. Right now, there was only one thing you wanted.
āCāmon, Okkotsu.ā You reached over the back of the couch, taking him by the shoulder. āWeāre leaving.ā
His dark eyes were wide and unfocused. He had to blink a few times before his gaze shifted to you. When he spoke, his speech was on that same type of drawled delay. āAlready?ā
Agitation sparked, but you stamped it out. He was high. Youād been here for less than an hour. Some resistance was fair. āYeah, itāsāā His name got caught in your throat. You did your best to choke it down before going on. āItās Itadori.ā
Of all the people youād considered confessing your Yuuji-centered issues to, youād gotten with Yuuta. Youād lived with him since freshman year. He was always so level-headed, so calm, so sympathetic. When someone spoke, he listened. Youād always liked that about him. Youād always trusted him to do the same for you.
Yuuta groaned, clenching his eyes shut and crossing his arms over his face. A knot formed in your chest. You repeated your mantra. Some resistance was fair. You had to believe that this was fair. āAgain?ā
āI know itās early, butāā
āItās too early. And Itadoriās not even thatāā He broke off, whining into his sleeves. āHave you tried talking to him?ā
The knot tightened.
āā¦itās not really like that. We donātāā
āHeās so nice.ā With effort, Yuuta managed to sit up. āAnd sweet. And everybody knows he likes you. Couldnāt you justā¦?ā
The insinuation was clear. You felt the knot grow tighter and tighter still before the cord snapped and something deep inside of you unraveled.
Your voice was flat, blank, confusion dulling anger into frigid apathy. āYou want me to shut up and fuck him so you canā¦ What? Smoke in his friendās basement for another twenty minutes?ā
Yuuta grimaced. āThatās not what I said.ā
āItās what you meant, though, right?ā
āHeās nice.ā Sulkily, now. As if youād done something wrong. āIt justā It wouldnāt be the worst thing in the world.ā
Your expression hardened. His eyes widened, his mouth falling open as he scrambled to apologize, but it was too late. You were already climbing up the basement stairs. With or without him, you were getting out of here.
Someone had started playing music. You couldnāt see any amps, but deep bass blared through the house, loud enough to shake the foundations. People were beginning to dance. Not that any of that mattered to you. You kept to the walls, skirting around the edges, doing what you could to fade into the background. You didnāt want attention. You didnāt want to make a scene. You just wanted toā
Two arms, appearing out of nowhere, caging you in on either side. You froze, pressing your back against the drywall. Panic blurred your vision, but you wouldāve had to be blind not to recognize the man in front of you.
Yuuji, obviously.
It was always fucking Yuuji.
He had a drink in his hand. The usual frat part mixer - reddish, brownish, smelling vaguely of Kool-Aid and gasoline. And he was smiling. Of course, he was smiling. You werenāt sure he was capable of doing anything else.
You did your best to be blunt, to keep your voice from shaking. āWhat do you want?ā
He didnāt say anything. Slowly, with the type of care you hadnāt thought he was capable of, he held his drink in front of you. For an embarrassingly long second, you stared at it blankly, uncertain if you were supposed to take it or slap it out of his hand. Then, his smile widened, and in one unfaltering movement, he turned his cup over and dumped its contents down the front of your shirt.
The revulsion was hot and instantaneous. You cursed, grabbing at your shirt and pulling it away from your skin. You moved to dart away from Yuuji, but a muscular arm cut off your escape. It was all you could do to bare your teeth, glaring at him as you snarled, āWhat the fuāā
āYo, Itadori.ā
You snapped to your left and found Yuuta, the spiky haired kid from the basement trailing after him. He paid Yuuji a nod and a smile before his eyes fell to you, his expression dimming.
You opened your mouth, but Yuuji was faster. āJust a party foul,ā he explained, nodding to your ruined shirt. āMind if I borrow your room for the clean-up, Megumi?ā
The spiky haired kid - Megumi - looked to you, his bleary eyes suddenly prying, evaluative. For a moment, he seemed to take you in, from the cheap booze dripping down your chest to the rigidity of your posture to the way you were pressed into the wall, clearly scared, clearly trying to keep your distance from a lurking threat. For a moment, you let yourself hope, even if you werenāt entirely sure for what. Help, maybe. More realistically, bare-bones acknowledgement, some kind of unspoken sign that he recognized what was happening. That something was wrong and it wasnāt your fault.
And then, the moment passed, and your amorphous hopes solidified into familiar disappointment as his gaze slid to Yuuji, softening in an instant. He nodded, and immediately, Yuujiās fist was cuffed around your wrist, hauling you away. In your peripheral, you watched Yuuta raise a hand and start to say something, only to fall short. Megumiās lips moved, the words lost underneath the music, gesturing in the direction of the drinksā table. Yuujiās grip tightened and you glanced toward him on instinct, finding only disheveled pink hair and the corners of his grin. By the time you looked back over your shoulder, they were gone.
Yuuji weaved seamlessly through the crowd. You were made to stumble up a too-thin staircase, then down a narrow hallway. The floor creaked under your weight as mold-infested carpeting tapered into ancient wooden boards, the music fading into a muted pulsing and the crowd thinning until you were alone save for the handful of lost, inebriated party-goers whoād wandered farther than they were supposed to. Never pausing to explain himself, Yuuji shouldered open an unmarked door, shutting it again as soon as heād pulled you across the threshold.
Distantly, you heard a lock click into place, but couldnāt bring yourself to care. A little privacy didnāt sound all that bad, at the moment.
The room was dark. The walls were a deep, depressing shade of charcoal gray and the sole window was swallowed by a thick, black curtain. The sole source of light came from a lamp on a surprisingly neat desk, its harsh white light almost jarring after wading through the technicolor haze downstairs. You collapsed onto the foot of the bed, burying your head in your hands and groaning into your palms. Even that moment of catharsis was cut short as the mattress dipped beside you, Yuuji settling into place.
āWe should get this off.ā His hand curled around the hem of your shirt, tugging gently. āCanāt be comfortable, like that.ā
You crossed your arms over your chest. āWhy are you doing this?ā
An airy laugh. Another tug - more insistent, this time. āācause weāre friends, obviously.ā
āDonāt lie to me.ā
āAlright.ā
It was terrible, how calm his voice was, how little warning were given before his hands were on your shoulders, your back on the bed, his knees planted on either side of your waist. His weight settled onto your stomach - heavier than youād expected. Of course. Yuuji was an athlete. In the haze of all his other positive accolades, you mustāve forgotten.
And he was staring at you, his eyes as cold as ice.
āDo you remember the day we met? Not the phone number shit. I really couldnāt care less if someāā He gestured dismissively, then let his hands fall to your midriff. āāfucking loser doesnāt want to talk to me. Afterward. When the lecture let out. Youād forgotten something, so I called your name. Mustāve caught you off guard, because you turned around and looked at me likeā¦ā
He trailed off, laughing.
āLike I was gonna kill you.ā
Again, he caught the hem of your shirt, tugging gently. The air hitched in your throat. āā¦are you going to?ā
The corners of his mouth pulled back, baring fangs. He shook his head. Somehow, no relief accompanied the reassurance.
āI really do like you.ā In one motion, he tore your shirt up and over your head. Resistance wasnāt an option. Fabric tore, and suddenly, you were exposed and unprotected beneath him. Calloused fingertips dragged over your bare skin. He pulled off his own, then let his head dip low, his mouth skirting over the curve of your chest. āTook me a while to realize that. You kept running away, but I never stopped wanting to chase you.ā He paused, chuckled. āIām sorry. That makes me sound like Iām just in it forā for this, I guess. Iām not. I like the way you react to things. Whether youāre pretending not to see me or doing that deer in headlights thing orāā
He broke off suddenly, his lips latching onto your nipple. You cried out involuntarily as his teeth dug into your areola hard enough to break the skin. His tongue lapped hastily over the puncture wounds before he pulled away, grinning from ear to ear. āOr that.ā
Hot, humiliating tears were beginning to fog your vision. You could see the door over his shoulder - salvation in the form of a hazy black outline. His hand drifted lower, finding the button of your jeans. Half on purpose, half on reflex, you thrashed. Your nails caught his cheek, something tearing where you made contact. You managed to free one of your legs, to get enough distance between you and him to pitch your heel into his chest. Yuuji jerked back, letting you squirm free. You rolled onto your hands and knees, scrambling for the edge of the mattress. You just had to get your feet underneath you. You just had to get out of this room. You just had toā
You made it all of a few, pitiful inches before a strong arm curled around your waist, a heavy body draping itself over yours. Anchoring you.
Trapping you.
Yuuji laughed, burying his head in the crook of your neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss into the side of your throat. You didnāt realize that heād been trying to be gentle until he shoved your jeans down to your knees and palmed at your cunt with all the delicacy of a hacksaw, already in motion. A thumb slid into the waistband of your underwear, the flimsy article torn off with the same haphazard efficiency. You tried to scream, but Yuujiās mouth was already on yours, swallowing any noise you mightāve been able to get out. At the same time, he forced two fingers into your cunt, the heel of his palm rolling against your clit. A humiliatingly wet noise echoed off the walls of the bedroom - slick and mortifying. Yuuji let out a low whistle, spreading his fingers apart inside of you.
āAnd I thought you hated me.ā His breath was hot and smothering against your skin. You shook your head violently, and he laughed. āItās okay. I love you, too.ā
You tried not to react, not to give him what he wanted. You couldnāt get away, and so denial was the next best option ā letting your mind go blank and dissociating until he lost interest, playing dead until the predator got bored and wandered off in search of more interesting prey. But Yuuji had always made himself difficult to ignore. He held you tight against his chest, pumping his fingers into you with all the delicacy and all the curiosity of a mechanical piston, carrying out its only programmed function. Your cunt clenched and he forced in yet another digit, threatening to split you open. A pained groan slipped through your sealed lips. You were wet, but you didnāt want this. It was a fear reaction, not the pleasure heād been so happy to mistake it for. It was going to take more than his invasive touch, his stifling closeness to make up for that.
ā¦and yet, you couldnāt seem to swallow back the little, pitchy whines tangling together on your tongue, couldnāt seem to stop your legs from twitching underneath you. You bowed your head low, but Yuuji followed you, keeping his chest against your back and his hand lodged in-between your thighs, not allowing for any amount of distance. He was so, so close. You could feel his heart beating against your spine. You could hear him panting in your ear, too reminiscent of some giant, lumbering beast. You could see his face in your peripheral, his gaze locked on your expression. His eyes were cold enough to burn.
You came with a single, miserable moan. Yuujiās pace slowed as you came down from your unwanted high, eventually stilling inside of you. You hoped beyond hope that heād stay like that, that youād get a chance to at least start to recover, but the world wasnāt that kind and Yuuji wasnāt that patient. Drawing back, his hands found your hips and turned you over ā all but throwing you down to the mattress. You heard fabric shift, metal clink. It was all you could do not to look. You wouldāve given anything to never have to put an image to that sound.
If only you had anything left to give.
āSorry we couldnāt do this somewhere moreā more special.ā He fit his body between your legs. You felt something blunt and searing press against your entrance. āNext time. I promise, Iāll make it more romantic, next time.ā
You opened your mouth, but it was too late. He was already thrusting into you. In a single motion, you were split open on his cock, left bare and exposed and at his mercy. Yuuji groaned, falling against you. His lips found yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, lapping into you. You were minded uncannily of the way wolves licked each othersā mouths, all instinct without the care.
He was smiling, when he pulled back. For the time, you thought it mightāve reached his eyes.
Warnings: noncon, mdni, cumming inside, unprotected p in v, cervix kissing, yandere, emotional manipulation, coercion, guilt-tripping, dd:dne, if you're uncomfortable with such content, filter the tags or block my blog, stay safe!
Yandere Boyfriend! who would noncon you over and over again, apologizing everytime and promising you that he won't do it again.
Of course, he doesn't mean it.
He feels sorry for hurting you, but he doesn't like it when you push him away, something inside him snaps everytime you deny him, he loses all control.
What do you mean you're not in the mood? Do you not love him?
What do you mean you got your period? It doesn't matter, you're saying it because you hate him right?
It hurts? Well guess what? It hurts him more because you're denying him of the ultimate act of love!
He doesn't like it at all.
So before anything else can leave your mouth, he's already intruding into your hole, burying his cock inch by inch, raw. You could feel the way it uncomfortably stretches you, the burning sensation escalating with every thrust.
Your cunt contracts around his cock as he growls into your ear, small gasps escaping his mouth as he fucks you deeply, his tip slamming against your cervix.
It's painful, it hurts, it burns.
Tears escape your eyes at the sensation, just waiting for him to be done with you. He licks your tears away, dragging his wet tongue across your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mouth.
His other hand dips down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it to make it feel good for you too.
One thing about him is that he will always make sure you get to finish too. Is he an extremely selfish person? Yes, but not when it comes to this, he mainly does this because he loves the way your walls contract and flutter around him.
This is also usually the time the anger and everything dissipates, he comes back to his senses and feels guilty when he notices your painful expression, he begins to panic, but his hips don't stop moving, in fact, they speed up.
āi'm sorryā mhm fuckā!ā The obscene sound of skin slapping continues to echo in the air. āI'm sorry baby, I dontā I don't like doing this! Pleaseā oh fuck fuckā please forgive me.ā He begs, all while his fingers work faster around your clit. He leans down, sucking on your tits.
It doesn't take long for you to finish, especially after he's basically forcing an orgasm out of you by stimulating you.
āIā please forgive me darling, i wont do it againā I lost control, I'm so sorry, I promise, please please please please.ā He cries out gasping when he feels your cunt clench and contract around him. His hips piston and drill into your cunt sloppily, a tell-tale sign that he's near, and as if on cue, he cums.
He empties himself deep inside you, ropes of cum directly shooting against your cervix, while he rides his orgasm out and not long after collapses on top of you.
He switches positions, pulling you against him as he cuddles you, arm wrapped around your head and one gently patting your back as he assures you, calming your shaking and crying form.
āI'm sorry baby, it must've been scary right? I don't know what came over me.. it just happened. Please don't hate me. Please. Please.ā His voice cracks, genuine emotion coating his words.
āI'm really sorry okay? I try not to, but I just can'tāā He sniffs, before reaching down and burying his face into your neck, as if he is the one that needs comfort. āājust can't help myself, I promise I won't do it again. You'll forgive me right? Please.ā His voice is muffled, but still clear and you could hear the guilt.
Of course, you forgive him.
You have to, you don't have any other choice, because if you don'tā he'll get mad again.
This is the 4th time it happened this week alone, and it's only Wednesday.
You don't have a choice at all, you lost the freedom to have it ever since the day you decided to start dating him.
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