men are liars. like dogs to a bone, bees to a flower, men are perpetual towards lying. while women were prone to their fallacies. unfortunately for you, your man was a man after all. and he was indeed a liar.
“oops, i slipped”
that was the facetious excuse he used when confronted. an over-exaggerated pout adorned his face, eyes gleamed in mischief, eyelashes down in a facade. “didn’t mean it baby. ’m sorry.” lies.
oh, he meant it. he meant to do what he had done. because you peeped the sly curve of his lips despite the ‘rueful’ apologies. because the flush remained on his cheeks despite the sad face.
“i promise, just the tip” that was his oath. “as your best friend, it’s my duty to show you it feels. what if your first man is terrible? how else would you know”
your scepticism had mangled you, but the devil on your shoulder managed to disperse any sense of rationality you had which lead you to where you laid, your bed, being taunted by him.
“don’t worry, i’ve got control” his reassurance fell to your deaf ears, your lips bitten under your teeth as you looked at him. his fingers tangled with the laces of his sweats, the fabric drooped below revealing the trail of his hair.
his sweatpants fell half-way, stopped at his thigh, enough to show his cock. the length painted a darker shade of pink, almost a fusion of rufous and beige from the rush of blood all leading up to the fat of his cockhead. already stained at the slit with pre-cum from palming himself through the sweat. “quit acting like you haven’t seen it before” his eyes darted away with blush on cheeks. of course you had seen it, but, still seeing it too clearly had elicited a coil in your abdomen.
“ju—just, do whatever you said you would.” you muttered, feeling the heat of the moment tamper with your face. “yeah, yeah. only the tip”.
“remove your panties, will you?” for some prude reason, that had been the most lewd request ever uttered to you. even the word ‘panties’ coming out of his mouth had you take in a sharp breath. “wh—why should i?” a protest in a pitched voice trying to retain the last sense of rebellion against hyper sexuality, immediately understood as faux by him. it was just pure virginity. and it had him harder. his cock, elongated like a wood piece. “fuck it, let me then”
“what—no, no” but too late because he had tugged the hem of your panties down in one go and instinctively groaned at the sight.
and with that he had you all open, pussy in an erotic display for only him, thighs held open with the knees pinned down while your head turned away in shame and pleasure. “please” a whisper for some grace but none given because the saintly man was such a sinner. “shit, you’d take me in so damn well—hah”, whorish groans brewed with a shaky breath and a lick at his canine.
his dick slipped between your folds, coating itself with your wetness, labia wider each time he glided over your hole. “oh yeah, look at her” a tease. the underside of his cock’s peak rushed over your clit making you clench your thighs. nectar smeared all over, droplets coursing rivers down the meat of your ass and his balls, adhesive on them. “so damn slippery, i-is it usual for a virgin to be soaked like this–hah? fuck me.”
you didn’t know. honestly, you didn’t know. you bit on to the knuckles of your folded fist, feeling the adornment of his veins on the shaft mating against your raw cunt, the slippery hole for your best friend’s cock.
“oh my, baby” his head tilted back as he moaned out your given nickname by him. adapted from cry-baby. a pet name of mocking nature used to rile you to the point of an outburst resulting in him being hit. but this time, the way he said it, felt like something shared between more than just friends.
“hah— damn it, what will your parents think about this huh? knowing their good girl gets fucked by her best friend? the one who meets them. greets them. knowin’ that the boy who promises them to take care of their little one is the same one having his cock inside her.”
“aren’t they downstairs yeah? want them to listen to their girl’s virginity be taken” when was he this soiled? what had him so insatiable.
a yelp registered out of your lips, mouth agape with a silent scream escaping. your insides stretched, the plump walls of your pussy were scalding from the stretch.
he had his cock inside you.
“shit. shit. shit. baby—i’m sorry, hah”. a brutal, scorching lurch made subconsciously by him had you falter forward, almost in half. the feeling was fervent. you had never felt something like this before. he was big. too big inside you. his cock pumping a few thrusts in, almost submerged by you, impaling you with a piercing orgasm.
“ugh—pull out!”
and he did. the sudden extraction made you gasp for air as you retired on the sheets. completely weary. but to his nefarious gaze, that had been a fantasy.
with your hands rested on each side of your head. face lolled to the side with a string of drool connecting the corner of your mouth to the sheet. sweat beads had brooked down the flesh of your breasts and stomach. your pussy, still open and spread, convulsed with your wetness glistening your folds.
lord condemn him cause he couldn’t help but spurt all over you. ropes of translucent fluid with creams of white aimed at your open cunt. his cum stained you facing no resistance. and if that wasn’t enough to claim proprietary interest, three of his pale fingers smeared it around and shoved it in, stuffing you full of him.
“wh—why” your weak protests had come in short breaths as if your lungs had been repeatedly punctured. “you said–you wouldn’t go in! you bastard!” he laughed at your preserved purity. even when ‘swearing’ at him. “wanna punish me then baby?”
nerd!jo is secretly a pervert
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nerd!jo who “accidentally” bumped you as you were exiting the cafeteria. terror washed over him when the iced coffee spilled on your…shirt. fuck. he could practically see your lace bra through the thin fabric. he apologized, brows furrowed as he unconsciously held the hinges of his eyeglasses. you only laughed it off, said it was no big deal and even cracked a joke to lighten the situation.
when you said you have no extra shirt, he insisted that you follow him to his dorm so he could lend you one. at first you were hesitant but you realized you’d miss a class if you chose to go to your dorm. besides, satoru is no stranger to you. well, who wouldn’t remember the guy with the conspicuous chalk-white hair. and god, the bright blue eyes behind those glasses; you’d be lying if you say that you never found him attractive.
before he had the chance to hand you the new shirt from his closet, you already pulled your drenched top over your head, leaving your upper body with nothing but the brassiere. satoru readjusted the rim of his eyeglasses as he watched you remove the residue off your skin. every wipe had made your boobs jiggle.
he tried to avert his gaze but his built up desire got the better of him. he could not resist the urge to look at your fucking tits. you had no idea how much he wanted to push you to his bed, yank the undergarment off your chest, and play with the mounds as he suck on the bud of your nipples.
later that night, with his roommate out and about like usual, satoru sat upright on the bed, only the light coming from his phone illuminated the space. on the screen, he rewinded the recording to the time you had entered the room. following you around had finally borne its own fruits. while the phone was propped on the blanket, he pulled his boxers down and held your discarded shirt with one hand. how lucky was he that you forgot to bring it with you.
satoru started stroking his dick as he watched the video clip. he heaved a deep sigh at watching your boobs for the second time. you have no idea how hard he would abuse that fucking tape. already leaking with pre cum, he rubbed the tip with his thumb to spread the fluid over his shaft.
fingers slick and mind drunk, satoru shut his eyes and imagined you were still in the room watching him jerk off. his hand glided up and down as the sound of your voice played in the background. he inhaled the scent of your perfume from the shirt like the filthy pervert that he is. his strokes got faster, teeth biting onto your shirt as he desperately reached for the release.
he jerked his hips up thinking that he’s fucking your pussy hole, grip tightening on his cock and breaths turning shallow at every hard thrust around his fingers. he mumbled your name through the fabric repeatedly like it’s a prayer, the dryness in his throat made his voice crack at each attempt. his drool soaked the bust part of the shirt. nevertheless, he sucked it like it’s your tits, tongue moving in circle motions like he’s playing with your nipple.
he whimpered and pleaded into thin air, begging forgiveness for secretly recording you. but fuck he needed to cum. just let this one pass. he swore he’d be a good boy once he had you in his life. he’d be at your mercy. he’d even let you punish him for this sinful act.
he slowed down his strokes and tossed his head weakly against the bed frame as ropes of cum spurted over your shirt.
“I’m so happy for the two of you. Truly.” Higuruma’s eyes are lidded with lust as he laps at your pussy, arms hooked around your spread thighs. He’s prone on the pressed sheets of the hotel bed, grinding down into the mattress as he tastes you. “You’re a beautiful couple. Especially from this angle.”
You can’t help but shy away from his praise. Hiromi has seen you from between the plush of your thighs many times before, but he’s so adoring in his gaze that it almost feels wrong. You turn, hide your face in the big arm of your fiancé, who is sat behind you; your bare back to his clothed chest.
“Come on, hon,” Nanami tsks. “Use your manners. Tell Hiromi thank you.”
“Thank you,” you breathe out shakily. You aren’t sure if your cheeks or cunt is more heated with need. “Thank you, Hiromi.”
This isn’t the first time that Kento has let Hiromi fuck you while he watched — you’ve been doing this for years now, meeting in the late evening to be passed between them like a borrowed book — but it will be the last.
Tomorrow, you’ll be Mrs. Nanami, and in the name of settling down, you and your husband-to-be have decided that your weekly trysts with his best friend are better left in the past. A fond memory to look back on from before you were married, when you were young and wild and did crazy things like fuck other people.
But you’re about to make a vow of complete devotion to each other, so one last time for nostalgia’s sake it will be.
Higuruma focuses on your pussy again, and lets out a long, breathless moan as he drags his flattened tongue from your hole to your clit. He collects the copious amount of arousal that drools out of you, uses it to help his tongue glide over your clit in the firm up-and-down motion you didn’t know you loved until he started doing.
He’s always been a messier eater than Nanami. When you were in college, and this was just a sneaky experiment between friends, they used to fight over who could make you cum quicker with their tongue. It was their version of a sex bet; when the guys in frats would compete with body count, they would compete with your body. Whoever got you to the edge in better time got you under the desk when they were studying next. Being respective law and business majors meant they had many study hours to fight for.
Hiromi almost always won. Not for Kento’s lack of skill — you’re marrying him after all — but because Hiromi had a certain penchant to using his tongue that your boyfriend could never quite replicate. He could pull you apart at the seams in no time, and his skills have only gotten better with time and age.
The tip of his nose bumps your clit as he dips back down to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue inside and looking up to meet your eyes. His lips tighten, white teeth flash in a smile as he ogles the state you’re in.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Nanami’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations into your back. His low tenor has your hips grinding up, swiping your clit against the ridge of Hiromi’s nose. “She’ll look so perfect in white tomorrow.”
Hiromi hums in agreement, not wasting his words on what you already know he agrees with. He’ll be right there at Nanami’s side — his best man — watching him marry the woman he fucked to tears the night before. There’s a grin pulling at his busy lips.
Your fiancé kisses your neck, holding your waist with his hot hands. It’s always turned him on to have you against him, wholly naked, as his clothes stay on. It’s a dynamic thing, maybe. Or he just likes your body.
Best of both worlds. You can feel the ridge of his hard cock through the comfy sweats he wears; a casual choice for such a highly-strung man. It throbs against your back, twitching each time his best friend pulls a decent moan from your throat. He’s never been jealous with Hiromi — just… horny.
Especially when he gets you all worked up like this. You writhe against him, whining when he reaches around to tweak your nipples between his fingers. You’re so close to coming that Nanami can practically feel you vibrating, unable to keep still with all of that pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s a nice reprieve from the stress of wedding planning.
When you reach your peak, you cum with a beautiful cry that Hiromi is going to miss very sorely once this arrangement of yours is over. He tries to hide the way he humps the mattress, a few strokes away from cumming in his briefs at just the taste of you, but he knows that at least Nanami catches on.
He can’t be blamed. You’re such an experience.
Hiromi plants a sweet kiss right to your throbbing clit as you calm down, a knowing smile on his face. He straightens up and palms his hard length through his underwear before peeling them down from the waistband. His cock, eager and weeping at the tip, springs free.
“Ready for me, beauty?”
The nickname pulls a smile to your lips. Memories of times just like these, caught between your boyfriend and his best friend as they decide who’s gonna do what to you next, flash at the forefront of your mind. God, you’ll miss this.
“Mhm,” you nod, settling back against Nanami’s chest a little higher. Your fiancé spreads a hand over your stomach, fingers tapping against your skin in a lazy rhythm. Tap tap tap. A reminder that he’s there and willing.
“Good,” Hiromi pumps his cock once, twice, and then presses his tip against your entrance with a hiss of air through his teeth. He drags himself upwards to your clit, kissing it with his cockhead, and then back down. “You are divine.”
“Smooth talker,” Nanami chuckles from behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Trying to steal my girl, Higuruma?”
Hiromi nods, cheeky. “From day one.”
He slides into you, nice and slow to allow you to adjust to his girth. He’s thicker than Nanami, albeit a touch shorter, so you have to get used to the stretch when you take him. By the time he’s fully sheathed inside of you, your skin is alight with need. He fills you out so well, balls pressing against your ass as he tests his depths with a groan.
Your back arches away from Nanami’s chest as you take the cock of his long-time best friend. It’s symbolic in its own right, as is the way he pulls you back to his chest and grounds you with a kiss to your shoulder. You exhale, part your lips, and let yourself be sandwiched by two men who love you, and your body, and sharing it between them.
Hiromi kisses you, brings one hand up to cup the side of your face as your head is pushed back into your fiancé’s chest. His lips move messily against yours, the taste of his last meal between your thighs still evident on his tongue as he runs it over yours. He explores the crevices of your mouth, lets himself become acquainted with each of your teeth that’ll gleam white in your wedding photos tomorrow.
And he tries not to think about it, how this will be the last time he’s inside of you. He agreed with a dutiful nod and respectable handshake to Nanami when you mentioned settling down after marriage, devoting yourselves to each other. It’s not like he hasn’t been on dates, taken the occasional tryst home to lay between his dark sheets. He’s had his fill, and you belong to Nanami first and foremost.
Still, he speaks low against your lips. “I miss you already.”
You whine a little, wiggle your hips as he starts to slowly pull out of you, just to slowly push back in. “Me too.”
“Both of us,” Nanami’s hold on your hips tightens as he speaks, looking at his best friend over your head. “I do love this view.”
“So you’ve said,” he laughs, taking a better grip of your thighs to guide your legs around his waist. “I hope you know I’ll never let you get away with anything now. I’ll have a thousand different anecdotes, and I’ll use them generously.” He puts a faux-pretentious voice on; “Well, Kento, considering I have slept with your wife...”
The rumble of your fiancé’s laughter is strong against your back. He reaches around your body to flick the side of Hiromi’s head, which earns him a sharp look in turn. Hiromi throbs inside of you, his hips still, and you roll your eyes.
“Come on,” you whine. “I need you, Hiromi.”
That zeroes him in. He’s raking his eyes over your face with a quirked lip, and nodding. “Course, beauty. I’m sorry, let’s get you taken care of.”
He picks up his pace, rolling his hips in a nice rhythm that doesn’t overwhelm you, but lets you sit in the pleasure that taking his cock allows for. Your legs, locked tight around his waist, start to tremble a little as he finds a good pace. The metrical drag and pull of his cock inside of you has the colours of this hotel room looking more vivid; each vein and ridge of his cock works together to stimulate you into bliss.
Hiromi fucks you with such a fever that each thrust into you has you rocking back against Kento’s cock. He’s groaning low in your ear, trying not to make a mess of his sweats and instead revel in yours and Hiromi’s last time together, but his mission is futile.
“Shit,” you can feel him from behind you, grinding against your back even as he’s supposed to be playing spectator. “You’re killing me here, baby.”
Hiromi can’t even muster up something smart to retort. He’s already growing pussydrunk, too distracted with your body to give a shit what his friend is doing behind you. He’s ducking down to lick and nip at your neck, using all his willpower not to leave marks for you to wear on your wedding day.
God, he wants to claim you in any way he can. Filling you up with his spill will have to do.
He chases his orgasm with a quick pace and even meaner thrusts. You watch the lines of his face contort and tighten as his release nears, the pulsing of his cock inside of you grasses on his pleasure. It’s with a kiss to your lips that he finally cums, filling you up dutifully with a raw moan straight from his chest.
Though he doesn’t stop there — even when his balls are emptied inside of you, dick oversensitive and sore with use. He keeps going, jaw clenched, until you join him at your peak.
“You don’t have to,” you lift a hand up to scratch through the hairs at his nape. “You’re sore, baby.”
The nickname alone is nearly enough to make him cum again. He shakes his head, ignoring the knowing laughter from your fiancé behind you. “No, no I’m fine. I want to feel you finish around me. That okay?”
You can only smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.”
So, even through his overstimulation, he fucks you right to the edge. With rolling hips and shaky hands, he brings you right to that beautiful cliffside and starts peppering kisses all over your face as you’re pushed over the edge. A kiss to your nose as you gasp, beneath your eyes as they roll back, to the corner of your lips as they part and moan.
It’s all too much for all three of you. Hiromi groans as you squeeze his cock, tighter than you’ve held him in a long time. Kento rests his forehead on your shoulder from behind, the friction and sight before him finally too much to refuse as he cums in his pants with a lurch forward. You’re seeing stars, beautiful behind your eyelids.
And when you finally calm down, as Hiromi slips out of you and collapses down beside you two, there’s a long stretch of silence that encompasses the three of you.
Nanami is the first to speak, thumb drawing circles over your hip. “I… wouldn’t be opposed to adding a clause to our vows.”
“A clause?” You lift your head.
Your fiancé nods, looking from you to his best friend. Best man. The man he’s shared you with since forever. “Yes,” he looks back at you. “One to include the homewrecker. Married life doesn’t have to be boring, does it?”
Hiromi, the homewrecker, snorts. He rests an arm over the two of you and exhales into the pillow.
“Thank god. I was getting ready to object at the wedding.”
and that ends cuck week !!!!!! im going to turn these threes uni endeavours into a little series because i got inspired hurrah
Synopsis: you don’t know he’s got a big crush on you, and he finds out you’re quite inexperienced so he offers to help you gain some.
Fanart by @/youKa.i on insta/tiktok
I hope you enjoy! -> on ao3 as well!!
Moodboard here (ignore this if you want)
Wc: 7.4k
Cw: Non canon au. Office au. No physical description of y/n other than clothes and hair (just a brief mention). Short plot. teaching you to kiss. Thumb sucking. Talking you through it. Pubic hairs. Virgin!reader. Introvert!Toji. Soft dom!Toji. Dacryphilia. Once again you’ve got a deep dish. Spooning. Prone bone. Headlocks. Make outs. Multiple orgasms. Dry humping. Thigh riding. Pussy eating. Fingering. Clit play. Creampie. Unprotected. Big dick!Toji. Size kink. Size difference. Breath play. Cervix fucking. Squirting. Second hand embarrassment (very brief). He wears glasses.
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It’s been three dreadful years since you got this job. Same boring routine. Your alarm, panging heavily. Screeching. 05:37. An oddly specific time but nonetheless. Your front flat on the bed. Head buried in the satin pillow. An arm underneath it. Your eyes groggy, crust filled, you raise one arm above your laying body and smack the sounding thing, hard. It stops.
You need exactly twenty three minutes to yourself in the morning before you begin your day. Twenty three minutes of silence. You turn over. Back now against the ruffled sheets.
Staring at the ceiling above you. Your curtains slightly ajar, a distant car engine coming to life. The headlights, illuminating. Small patterns of light reflect onto your ceiling. Various shapes.
Lifting a hand into the air slowly, you’re tracing the patterns you see. Index finger pointed, swirling circles, rectangles. A sharp edge, you trace out. Your arm, stretching further away from you.
05:43
You glance at the alarm clock. Bright red font staring back at you. You restlessly bring your arm back down, it lands in a small plop. You close your eyes briefly, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.
You grab your phone by your bedside. Tapping the screen, 05:45. You scroll through your socials, emails and skim read your schedule on your calendar.
Minutes go by as the time finally reads 06:00. You reluctantly sit up, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress. Hands planted on either side of it, you push yourself up with a small grunt. You enter your bathroom, marble dark green tiled walls and a few small plant pots decorated the room.
A red toothbrush in a white mug next to your small sink. You brush your teeth and shower all under thirty minutes. You find a professional business-casual outfit in your closet. A yellow cashmere sweater, paired with indigo straight legged jeans and red bowl of repettos. You grab your wired headphones and your bag, keys already in hand, and head out. A soft tune playing in your ears.
You check your phone, April 5th. 06:50. The weather’s less cold today. The sun rising, a hue of golden skulked behind chalky clouds. A warm easy breeze brushing your cheeks.
Fourteen minutes.
You needed to get the train at exactly four minutes past seven in the morning.
You make it to the station with four minutes to spear. You love walking, such an easy way to get your blood flowing.
The station’s platform buzzed with restless hums of commuters. Swarmed with people. Fatigued faces, sagged shoulders. A heaviness in the air. Yet you were tuned out, bouncing quietly to the rhythm in your ear. You didn’t let the heaviness get to you. You already know you have a long day ahead of you. Can’t do anything about it.
One silver carriage after another rolls in. Tires screeching every few seconds. It halts. The doors slowly opening, a horde of people rushing out, whilst people barge past others trying to rush in, you included. It’s tightly packed. Stuffy air. Poor air conditioning. Blocked in every direction. Bags brushing against people’s backs. Bumping at every jolt of the train. The train jerks at a curve, sending you swaying. Your body failing to catch up with the sudden movement. Your body bends, face pressing up into someone’s swole chest. The train lurches again, he catches you. Beefy arms locking around your waist.
“I’m soo sorry. The train— I didn’t mean to.” You plead. Your eyes haven’t reached his yet, too embarrassed to look.
“You okay?” A deep rumble.
Baritone. Throaty.
You finally look up at him nervously, eyes widening slightly.
He’s handsome. Very handsome. Nearly a whole foot taller than you. His neck tilted downward, fully focused on you. Black hair, a messy wolf cut, almost blue in the train light, frame his eyes. They’re sharp, you notice. Grey with hints of green as they stared back into yours. Intense. Glasses framed perfectly on his nose. Black briefcase over a shoulder. A white t-shirt underneath a navy blue sweat, folded at the midpoint of his forearm, exposing angry veins following up to his massive hands. He could kill me in one punch, you think.
Dark grey slacks, your eyes trailing further down to his black oxford patent shoes.
His arm is still caged at your waist, holding you upright. Wait. You’ve seen him before. Where? At the park? Wait no. This is your coworker. What’s his name again?
T…to…Zen…
You’re trying to remember, still staring at him, not answering.
“It’s Toji. We’re colleagues."
Ah Toji. That’s it.
“O—oh yeah. I totally remembered.” A slight forced laugh leaving you.
The train bumps again. You accidentally grab at his bicep. Meaty. Thick bicep. He’s so big you think. You’d never noticed Toji. At all actually. But he’s noticed you.
“Sorry again.” You look down, uncomfortable.
“Hold onto me yeah?” Velvety voice. He’s pulling you tighter against him. Your chest flushed against his rigid one. Fuck, how is he so big?
You give a tiny nod, eyes focused on the ground. He grunts in response. Odd. Paying no mind to it, you pull out your phone, needing any distraction. Reviewing your calendar. A full busy day, your phone reads. With it all ending by 6pm. You sigh mentally. You click a few tasks, scrolling on your phone checking the details.
‘Type up a project, send it off to your boss by the end of the day.’ Emails upon emails flooding yours. Constantly responding to them. Lunch break. The same restaurant. Same sandwich. Lettuce, cheese, chicken breast.
All the while, there’s Toji. Fighting your scent. He’s staring at the top of your head. Thoughts overpowering him. The smell of your perfume, so enticing, so inviting. Screaming in his nose. Vanilla with a hint of strawberry. He gives in and breathes you in slow. Quiet. Face nearly pressing into your head. Eyes closing. A flush of pink rushing to his cheeks. A bulge forming slightly in his trousers. Shiiit.
You’re still holding onto his bicep. It felt like the muscle was bursting out. He dwarfed you. His large body shielding, hiding you from everyone else. You couldn’t see over his shoulder even if you tried.
The train still moving, tired groans of its wheels are heard every few minutes.
-
The train slowed with a long screech. Its wheels grinding against the rails. It stops. The doors opened with a sluggish spread. People barging past each other trying to get out. You’re unfocused, not really there. Toji’s large arms guiding you out. Your chest to his front, your feet backing away. His forward. Both stumbling out. He’s holding you tight, the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. His musky, sandalwood perfume digging in your nose. You can’t help but inhale.
You both make it out onto the platform. Still clutched onto each other. Your eyes reach his, he’s already looking.
“Thank you Toji.” Face flushing in a deeper colour, he’s making you so shy.
His heart stutters. A small pink on the surface of his face. He swallows the lump in his throat before answering.
“‘S no problem.”
The two of you exit the station in silence. Both side by side, he’s slowing his steps matching your pace. Hands in his pockets. Grounded, confident strides of his long legs next to yours. A heavy walk. Small tilts of his hips from every step.
-
Eventually you make it to the office doors.
Both heavily greeted by your lively boss.
“Ahh! It’s nice to see you two come in together.” Strangely bubbly. Especially with how early it is in the morning. Just twenty minutes after seven. Messy glasses, hair in flying strands. A bright red cardigan with a white shirt underneath. Grey pants and black dr martens.
She reminds you of your old art teacher from college.
You give her a small smile anyway, nodding.
“Why specifically.. us two?” You ask all confused.
Your boss glances at Toji, wiggling her brows. You narrow your eyes at her, then between the two. You pause at Toji, nervously staring at him. He’s glaring at your boss. A minute of silence follows. Just eyes fighting over.
Toji quickly barges past you both, his face flushed red. You couldn’t see it though. Only noticed the growing red at the back of his neck. He reaches a hand up to cover it as he scurries away.
“Uh?”
“Alrighty!” Your boss’s sing songy voice cutting you off.
“I’ve got a bunch of stuff for you to do today. I know you can get it allll done before the end of today! Aaand I’ll reward you if you do.” Eyes beaming at yours. She’s paused in a teeth open smile. Hands clasped together. Interlocked. You don’t know why that scares you a bit, but it does.
You crack a smile again, one eye twitching.
-
Lunch time. Finally. You’ve got a headache.
You’re headed to your easy access restaurant. Reciting your order in your head.
The weather’s quite nice today. Soft kisses of a warm breeze wafting through the air land on your cheeks. It’s a two minute walk from the office.
You’ve got your sandwich in a small brown bag, you’re holding it up with two hands. It’s your favourite sandwich, so you hold it with much care. Pacing, making your way back to the office staff room.
You reach the office doors, tapping your lanyard at the speed gates. A light jog now, you’re heading down to the staff room, excited to quench your hunger.
Reaching the door to the staff room, you stretch your arm out aiming for the handle before the door opens and you meet a larger, sturdier body. Same blue sweater, same toned forearms. You look up, eyes beaming.
“Toji!” A soft smile tugging at your lips as you stare.
He grunts in response, nodding his head a little. Hands coming up to push at the bridge of his glasses. Adjusting the already neatly placed thing on his face. Needing to ground himself in your presence. You make him so nervous you don’t even know it.
He steps aside letting you in. You give him a playful wink as thanks. A rush of heat gathers at his cheeks. Fuck. You don’t know how much he likes you. You’ve just got this easiness to you. So soft. Sweet.
You enter the room, seeing a close work friend sitting at one of the tables. You settle down into a chair next to her, chatting your day away.
-
The end of your shift is approaching. You’ve never been happier. You’re sitting at your desk typing away at the keyboard.
“My lovely staff!” Your boss enters the office room in that annoyingly warm sing songy voice.
“Since you’ve all been such wonderful people, I’m rewarding you all! Office dinner!” She shrieks, her voice getting pitchier at every word. You feel a throb at your ear drums. Covering your ears with both hands you’re smiling at her anxiously. There’s one thing you still weren’t used to in all your three years of being here. Your boss’s unpredictable nature.
“An officer dinner sounds nice.”
You hear murmurs across the room, some eager, some anxious, you being one of them.
-
The long awaited office dinner. You’re seated beside your close friend around a circular table, giggling at something she’s said. Other staff gathered around. You can’t really register it though you’ve had a few drinks and they’re starting to take effect. You’re swaying side to side, a hearty smile etched on your face. You’re staring at your friend so lovingly. You love friendships. There’s something much deeper about friendships than anything else.
You hear another one of your colleagues talk about their sexual history. The alcohol punching it out of them. With another tipsy giggle, you lean in towards your friend, ushering her closer with a beckon of your hand. A nearly empty glass of wine in the other.
You whisper in her ear. Giggling.
“You know I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
You rise back up, staring with a drunken smile. It’s as if she’s forced into sobriety when she hears you. Face contorting into something that looks like surprise. Before she responds, she notices a certain someone. How they’ve been struggling to keep their eyes off of you. Dull green ones.
Instead, she grabs a spoon and taps in against her empty glass, a chime following. The room has her attention.
“Who wants a round of spin the bottle?” She suggests. A smirk playing on her lips.
“We’re too old for—”
“Yes! Sounds perfect.” Your boss cuts in. Her word being final.
Your boss grabs an empty beer bottle, facing it flat on the table and spins.
It unexpectedly lands on a certain dark haired male. That so happens to have a very sizeable frame.
“Mr Zenin!” She gleams. There’s a panicked look on his face, you chuckle to yourself quietly. Seems like he’s also not used to her antics.
“Aaaand…”
Spinning the bottle again. Your boss is seated near you, hands clasped together. Almost as if she knows who it’s landing on. Like she’s orchestrated something. It spins for a good long twenty seconds before landing perfectly in your direction. What a coincidence.
She yells your name excitedly. And you’re stunned in your seat. Frozen. You look to your friend whispering a quick
“What do I do?”
Before you glance over at Toji’s face and he’s… red. Very red. You look slightly concerned. Brows squinted. Mouthing a
‘You ok?’
He just nods quickly. Eyes leaving yours briefly, dancing around the room.
“Well?” Your boss is still giving that creepy wide smile.
“Well what..” you ask wearily. Clutching at the hem of your shirt.
“Well, head on out to an empty room! Both of ya.” She gestures her hands to the door, clapping, and Toji’s already up on his feet. This is the quickest you’ve ever seen him move. Practically speed walking to the door, exiting first. Small snickers are heard throughout the room.
“He’s so obvious.”
You just glance over everyone, still confused. With one final glance at your boss, you follow along. Leaving the room.
You find Toji against a nearby wall. Hands digging in his pockets. Shifting from one foot to the other.
“Toji?” You call out. His face turned over to you. Heart beating out his chest. Can she hear it? He wonders. He’s waited for such an opportunity like this, trying so hard not to fuck it up.
“..should we find a room?” His voice is so quiet. It’s as if he’s making an effort to look less intimidating than he already does. Why would you be scared though? He’s so nice. If looks could kill though.
“Yeah.” A reassuring smile shaping on your lips.
The both of you find an empty room, far away from your main building. No person nearby. No noise. Just extreme quietness.
You feel the alcohol setting in even more now. A slight dizziness forming. Possibly for him too, he’s had a few shots of whisky.
Your mind drifts back to what you said a few minutes ago.
‘Never kissed anyone before’
Toji seems like an understanding person under all that scruff. He could probably give you advice. He’s attractive. Very evidently. Your eyes rake over him. A slow once-over. Settling on his biceps for a second longer. God they’re so big. He’s so big. He probably has experience, you conclude. Definitely. He could help you. You muster up the courage and blurt it out.
“Toji! You know..” you pause, eyes looking at the ground before meeting his again. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… or done— you know what nevermind.” A huge wave of second hand embarrassment erupting. Hearing it out loud. Again. It sounds worse than it did earlier. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. What possessed you to say that you think. Mentally slapping yourself a good few times. Eyes scrunching closed in disgust. Crows feet forming at how hard you’re pressing your lids together.
It’s as if the gates of heaven had opened and invited Toji Zenin directly. As vip. He sucks in a breath you don’t notice. Heart stuttering in his firm chest.
You’re looking away, all shy. Turning around full so your back is facing him now. You wish you could erase this memory, wipe it clean off the face of earth.
I should’ve never drank— Oh god, what if he tells everyone— you’re brain spiralling.
You hear heavy thuds, he’s slowly approaching you. Close enough to your back that you feel his warmth. Only slightly, but giving you room to object.
“Would you like me to… teach you?” He asks you, voice deeper than it usually is.
You spin back around shocked that he’s not disgusted by your admission. A small smile forming on your lips in genuine delight, you look up at him and nod twice. The alcohol fully in control of you both now. Hazey eyes, shining at him. He raises a hand up to your face. Slowly. Giving you time to say otherwise. You don’t reject it. He places a thumb at your chin, rubbing softly. Your jaw too. Tilting your gaze at him. Caressing you.
Before dipping his head low, huge body caging yours. He parts his lips slightly. His grey eyes half lidded. Intensely staring into your glazed ones.
His other hand finds your face. Propping up your head in both big hands, making you look so much smaller, he always did, he steps closer. Contracted biceps bulging in his shirt. Fingers travelling up your face, thumbs at the apples of your cheek.
“Open your mouth a bit…” he whispers, lowering a thumb, glazing over your glossy bottom lip.
“Yeah jus’ like that.”
Fuck he sounds so hot right now. Is it the alcohol? It’s definitely the alcohol.
You’re staring up at him. Blinking slow. Eyes all doey.
He pushes his thumb in. Delicately. Pushing at your wet muscle. Circling. His own tongue stutters out a little, in awe. Mimicking almost, as if he can’t fathom that you’re actually letting him put his thumb in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck.
Slurp.
Your eyes close, shutting softly.
“Mnh.” That does it.
He removes his thumb, resting it on your bottom lip. Stares at the glistening thing. His eyes, heavy. He inches his face closer. His warm breath wafting over your face. Your mouth.
A gentle, chaste roll of his lips on yours. Slow. Open mouthed.
Chu.
Eyes closing at the feel. He pulls away just a bit. Low eyes boring into you. He’s still close enough that you’re breathing his air. You’re dazed. Panting unhurried deep breaths. Every exhale fanning his lips. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip slowly. Nearly touching yours. His eyes gloss over your wet mouth.
He leans in again. Eyes closing. Pulling your lips against his. Still unrushed. Angling closer. Noses brushing at every twist of his head. Deepening this kiss. His tongue wetting your lower lip. Asking. Pleading.
“Let me in.” Heavy pants in between kisses.
You open your mouth with a tiny moan, welcoming, enveloping his thick tongue. He’s bigger everywhere. So much bigger than you. You love it. He’s rolling his tongue against yours now, tracing the crevices of your mouth. Swallowing you. Tongues tangled. Moaning into you.
“Mmph!” Sultry groans leaving his mouth. Trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Sucking softly.
“Hn!”
You never knew kissing could be like this. Feel like this. You feel a pool of warmth settle at your lower belly. Butterflies. You push into him further. Tongues flat against each other. Sucking. Teeth clashing.
You’re grinding against each other now. His hands, wandering down your back, gripping your ass.
Your hips give an experimental thrust. An elongated roll. Holding it for an extra second. Mid kiss, you feel something rigid. Taut. Quite long too. You pull away just a little.
A gasp leaves you. You’re not too sure if it's pleasure or shock. Definitely both. You glance down at the hard thing. It looks painful, almost. Huge dent protruding at his lower clothes. A hefty thing he is. Couldn’t possibly be a normal size. You’re zoned out at the sight of him, he nudges a meaty thigh between your legs. Pulling your lower body closer to his. Veiny hands fixed at your hips. Rolling your clothed pussy against the solid muscle, he flexes.
“Unh!”
You’re moaning into his mouth. Hot breaths mixing. Eyes dilated. Fluttering.
“T—Toji!” You tried to pull away, voice trembling.
“Wanna stop?” He whispers with a shaky exhale. Low grey eyes piercing yours.
He hasn’t stopped moving you on his body. Gyrating hips in firm hands. You attempt to respond. But you whimper instead. He takes that as your answer. Entranced at how good it feels on his thigh. Throbbing pulses of your pussy every few beats. You’re aching. Craving more. Is this a normal thing that happens during sex? You don’t know. But you love it.
“I’m gonna pick you up okay?”
You give a few rushed nods, flushed face, parted wet lips brushing his.
Lifting you easily with one of his massive arms, he locks your legs around his toned waist. Flexed arms firm around your body. Caging you. Pulling you in so your clothed pussy’s face first against his bulge.
He’s grinding you down harder. Longer. Your clit catching at the large bump. He’s moving into you. Slow rolls of his.
“Angh!” Eyes shut. Lips caught in your teeth. They’re trembling. Poor attempts of you stifling your sounds. You hide your face into the crook of his neck.
“That good huh?” His voice all rugged. He’s feeling this as much as you. Hot breaths fanning your ear. You can’t reply.
You’re clutching at his tricep. Shoulders, his neck. A deep feeling settling in your lower belly. A build up. It's tight. Severe almost.
“You gotta say it.”
“Toj— hn! I don’t angh! Something’s—”
A few more rolls of your clothed pussy on him and you’re shuddering. Thighs shaking vigorously, eyes spinning. A silent cry leaving you. You’re cumming, hard. Nails gnawing at his shirt.
“F—fuckk!” Heavy heaves of your breath against his flushed neck.
“Breathe… breathe for me..that’s it.”
Beats pass. He helps you down from your high. You look ruined. Face stained in aftershocks of pleasure. You’re so fucking beautiful he’s barely holding on.
“I didn’t think it could be like that.” You breathlessly say. Staring at him.
“There’s still a lot more to learn…” His eyes dance around you before continuing.
“Let me take you home?”
-
Stumbling into your apartment, you’re pressed tightly against each other. Lips in a tangle of wet opened mouth kisses, your hands scratching at his back, forcing him impossibly closer to you. His face pinked in pleasure, harsh breaths strangling out airing your face.
Your apartment keys tumbling out your hands in a single swift motion, clattering against the floor. He’s all over you. Broad hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. Hoisting the thing above, now off of you. Your arms coming up with his before locking around his neck. Lace black bra on full display. His hungry gaze drifted to them, lingering. The curve of your breasts. The fullness. The way your nipples poked through the fabric. Awe didn’t begin to cover the way he ogled at your tits. The way he looked at them was deeper, almost reverent.
Obsessive.
You’ve both found the nearest wall, your sweat filled back pressing into it. Lifting ever so often with how your chest chases after him. He brings a hand to one of them, squeezing just right. Enough to cause pressure, but not enough to elicit pain from you. Can’t do that. He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so precious to him, so perfect. Can’t ruin you just yet. He claws at your top pulling down in one swift tug. Tits spilling out in a perfect motion, as though flowers were breaking through their petals. You bloomed. He’s quick to grab hold of one of them, large hands swallowing it whole. The raw feeling now. You’re so warm. So pliable in his hands. He gives another experimental knead. Playing with you. Testing it.
Your pebbled nipple, glossing over his palm. You can’t fight the sound that leaves you. A soft mewl.
“Hnntoji!”
Back arching into it, needing more. Eyes unfocusing, you head slightly lulled back. A soft thud on the wall.
“Eyes on me.”
His free hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your face flush against his. Lips meeting in a hurried passionate kiss. Tongues entwining. Wet sounds of your lips filled the void.
“Mnnchu— Toji..I want more.”
“Yeah you want more?” He says in an almost whisper. Hot breath ghosting over your lips. You’re nodding pathetically, he can’t help but find it adorable. He snickers a bit.
“Tell me hm? Tell me sweet girl.” Eager eyes searching yours.
“I.. I need your fingers.” The words leave your lips so quietly, like a fragile thread of sound, barely audible. He catches them anyway. So focused on your every move. Watching your wet lips, a sensual glint in his eyes.
“Need to hear you baby.” He teases, a small smirk fighting his lips. You’re throbbing at the nicknames. Sounding so easy off his tongue.
“Your fingers… ‘need them.” Your eyes snap close in shame, a silent surrender. Cheeks deepened in colour, prominent. Lips quivering in small unnoticed waves.
“Yeah? Where d’ya want me?” Another taunt.
“..Inside.” You hesitate. An eye peeking open at him. Waiting. Hoping he doesn’t tease you some more.
“Hnnfuck yeah ya do.” With a groan, he brings his hands further down your body. Hurried tugs of your jeans and you’re left in your underpants only. Matching black with your bra, beautiful lace patterns on the top. His greedy eyes peer down at them. Sucking in a slow breath, his fingers tremble over them. As if he’s too scared to go any further. He’s not scared though. Far from it. He trails his index and middle down your shuddering stomach, passing your belly button, down to the top of your panties. Slowly hooking them into it, he’s dragging it down, past your sweaty thighs until it falls on its own.
A hand by the bottom of your thighs, he’s trailing it up, brushing against it. You’re waiting with a bated breath. Finally reaching your mound. Softly trimmed hairs sweep against his rigid fingers. He bites back a groan. You’re just there, eyes blown, helplessly waiting for him to keep going.
He has to fight his eyes away from your pussy.
“Gonna show me where your room is?” Haggard voice. So clearly affected by you.
“Y—yeah.”
He hauls you up into him, bulging biceps, your legs wrapped around his trimmed waist, arms around his neck, your face buried into it. Heavy thuds on the ground, he’s walking slowly. Almost too slow. Certain, assured that he’s going to have you. No arguments. Just measured steps as you lift your face off of him just a tad, timidly pointing to where your room is. He gives a small pat on your ass as thanks. It ripples under his massive hand.
Toji finds your bed, lowers you onto it so delicately as if you were something so fragile. His knees digging into the sheets. Shoes off. Still fully clothed while you lay bare for him. Large hands cradling your face, stroking softly. The look he’s giving you, so loving. Blushing cheeks, slightly ajar mouth. Hot puffs of air leaving every exhale. You’re giving him an equal stare. Dazed. Scared almost. Needy. His knuckles, brushing your heated cheeks. He felt the warmth. Knows how much you want this, just as bad as he does.
He’s leisurely taking his time with you. Running his hands from your cheeks to your neck. He lingers there. Giving you a soft squeeze, testing your limits. You don’t fight back. Can’t fight back.
The orgasm you had earlier, still fogging your brain. His thumb brushes the front of your neck before he continues down. To the valley between your breasts, your belly, to your lower belly. He points an index below your belly button still touching your soft skin.
“Gonna be in there soon.” He whispers. His voice, so quiet it sounds like awe. You just stare at him, a bit confused. Head tilting a little. Slightly squinted brows. Then your eyes follow down to where his finger touches you. Blinking softly. He chuckles at your unfocused gaze. You don’t understand. Not yet.
He continues drifting his fingers down, meeting your hairs. Your hips stutter only just a bit. He marvels at the movement. So sensitive. He brings his other hand down, pushing your thighs away from each other. Revealing a soaked you. Glistening pussy on display, your clit fairly protruding out, throbbing under his devoted eyes.
“Fuck me..” He murmurs. Breath hitching at the sight of you, all wet, all for him. You try to hide from him. Head turning to the side, digging into your pillow, face tucked into your elbows. You can’t see him now. He doesn’t mind.
Toji lowers his face, lining his mouth to your pussy. Deep heavy breaths escaping his lips, fanning your clit.
“Angh!” You jolt your hips. Pressing your face closer into your elbow. He darts his low eyes at your hidden face. Blows a cold, long breath on your clit.
“Hnn!” You’re mewling, voice muffled in your arms.
“Can you look at me..please.” His voice partly whiney.
You don’t want to. Too shy, too embarrassed to let him see you like this. It was all fun and games before. But it’s becoming too real. He blows at your clit once more. A tremor running through you, your lower body mainly. Small involuntary movements. You move an arm just above your eyes, you can see him a bit. He can see you too. The dilation of your eyes, the fuzzy look of it. The heaving of your chest, just enough that your tits bounce every inhale. It’s all too much for him. He shouldn’t have asked.
Once your eyes are on his, he moves. Closer now. Just a hair away from your weeping pussy. He juts a wet tongue out, pushing past his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, curling the muscle against your clit. The moment you feel it, you whine. Teeth pulling at your lower lip. Not over his clothes, not over your clothes. His tongue. The raw thing.
He gives another slow curl, this time staring lower. Near your opening. Sliding upwards, meeting your clit before blowing. Cold. Shuddering, you try to close your thighs, locking his head in place. He’s quicker. Grabbing below your thighs, hiking them up on his broad wide shoulders.
“You’re okay. Hm?” He assures you before continuing.
He’s way stronger than you, you couldn’t fight back if you tried. He dives in again, sucking hard all of a sudden.
Slurrrp
Your heads lulled back, the front of your neck on full display. Holding in whines, that barely leave your lips. Arms still above you.
He brings his mouth off of your clit and blows again. Another wave of cold air gliding on your pussy.
“Fuck!” You moan out. Loud. You bring an arm down, your hand finding his hair, tugging him into you. He lets you. Forcing his face into your pussy.
Sucking, slurping. Full French kisses on your pussy. Tongue jutting out before sliding between your slit, not entering you yet, just parting you. It slides from the entrance of your hole up to your clit. He waits there, sucking the aching muscle into his mouth. Hollow pink cheeks. His eyes closed in pleasure. Admiration. His crush, letting him eat her out. He’s dreamed of this.
He teases his tongue, gliding lower, circling back up to your clit then lower again. You’re shaking violently, eyes tight shut, mouth hanging open. The sounds you tried so hard to fight back leaving you so easily now.
His tongue circles your hole. Pushing in slowly.
“Toji!” You mewl out to him. He knows you’re getting close.
He hums into you. You cry out. Back lifting. He removes his wet mouth again, an inch of distance from him and your pussy. He blows. A familiar coldness on your clit. Quivering hips, bucking into the coolness. Chasing that feeling. You’re crying now. Tears rolling down your cheeks, staining the sheets.
An abrupt orgasm ripping through you, a fast build up pooling at your stomach that you couldn’t realise quickly.
You’re shaking so much now, whining so much, thighs jutting beside him. Your chest heaving vigorously, tits swaying. He doesn’t stop.
Tongue plunging back in. Bringing a rough thumb to your clit. Circling it. You attempt to run away. Hips bucking the opposite direction. He uses his free hand and grounds you. Digging you into him, the bed. You can barely move. Just violent trembles as he eats your pussy.
“Insi— hngh!”
He fucks his way inside your pussy. Tongue delving in, whilst keeping harsh circles of his thumb on your clit. Fuck it’s all too much for you. No one’s ever done this before. He’s gonna ruin anyone else for you.
Shlck shlck
Wet noises of your pussy filling the room. He’s groaning into you. Deep baritone noises buried in your cunt. Your arms are everywhere now. Gripping the sheets below, your pillow above.
“Toooo much! Ugh!” Moaning loud. Your face twisting, burying the noises into your pillow.
He’s locked you in place. Moving is so much harder now. Meaty biceps flexing at every thrum of your clit. Your juices, his saliva drooling out the corners of his lips. He’s so into it. Engrossed. Eyes still closed, just feeling you. He’s overwhelming you. Pushing your body past limits you didn’t know you had.
You’re nearly there again. But it’s slightly different this time? It feels warmer. Wetter almost? You can’t really tell but you know it’s different.
“Toji! I think— hck! It’s ouhfuck!” Your voice pitches higher and higher, need tightening it, edged with a hint of fear.
He doesn’t stop. Still tongue fucking your pussy, pushing as deep as it can go. Thumb circling against your clit, harder, faster. It’s all too much. Your back’s arched in a gracious bow, hips lifted, legs falling on and off his shoulders. Tears clogging your vision. You can’t see him. The build up coiling so perfectly you can’t hold it in.
It’s everywhere, your juices spraying out, covering his face. Squirting all over. Pink cheeks stained in wetness. His glasses, fully fogged now wet.
“That’s it baby, let go f’r me.. mhmm soo good f’r me.” Thumb under your clit, pushing it higher, letting more of your juices out. He’s kissing your shakes thighs, wet open-mouthed. Sucking slightly. Trailing the kissing up to your knees, while humming praises at you.
Your wailing, sobbing. Breathing turns uneven, your chest stuttering at every tremble. Tits following along.
He sits up on his knees, bringing a wet hand removing his stained glasses, to the hem of his shirt, lifting it in one quick tug. Then his t-shirt underneath. Unbuttoning. Top to bottom. His low eyes still fixed on your quivering state. You roll your tired head upright, facing him. Watching. Chest falling softer now.
Sculpted, taut contours of his abdomen come into view, hard, rock-like muscles that look engraved. The t-shirt falls past his arms, beefy veiny biceps, strong forearms flexing as he removes it fully. You’re in awe. You knew Toji was strong but nothing like this. Sharp deep lines of his abdomen, the ease of his movements. You can’t take your eyes off.
He lowers his hands to his belt, unraveling the thing easily. He steps off of your bed for a second. Your eyes follow him. He’s dragging his slacks down. Two hard tugs and it pools at his ankles, he steps out of it. Dark hairs littered at his lower hard stomach.
You see the meaty indent of his boxers. Bulging, thick muscle fighting against the fabric, pushing at it. It’s so big. Much bigger than you thought. It throbs under your stare.
He’s put you under a spell. You see his hands come to the top of his boxers, his thumb hooking under, disappearing into his boxers. Your gasp goes unnoticed. Lips parted, eagerly waiting to see the rest of him. His thumb pulls down, fully exposing himself. You finally see it. Angry reddish tip, nearly purple, beady clear drops of precum leaking through, falling from the head nearing the base. Thick, girthy, too long. Distended veins running up the sides, a prominent one running up the top of his shaft. Heavy hanging balls, darker than the rest of him. It’s fucking huge. Full eight inches of raw cock. Your eyes almost pop out. Fully in disbelief of that fitting inside. It can’t possibly fit.
He hauls the boxer until it falls to his feet, steps out of it and onto the bed again. Knees digging back into the sheets. A weighted dent on the bed. Pure muscle. You haven’t stopped staring at it, nearly drooling, he’s eating up your reaction. Chuckling. Body vibrating at the rumble. You’re still in a daze, he’s gripping your hips, both hands, pulling you closer so your thighs rest atop his. Feet hanging off the side. He grabs the weapon in between his legs. Gives a few slow pumps of his fist. Squeezing at the tip, moaning low. You throb at the sound, shifting a little. Fingers tightly grasping the sheets below.
He lowers it, lining it with your clit, rubbing around it, circling it. Realll slow. Pushing into it, past it til the tips catches your hairs. He grunts at the feel. Heavy breath puffing out his nose. Brows knitted. You hiccup a broken moan. Lips parted. Wet.
He rubs it further into your hairs again, biting his lower lip before bringing it to your sopping hole. Both sodden. Hot.
A slow push of his hips, he’s entering. The tip stretching your virgin hole. Plush, mushroomed. He halts. The pressure, too fucking tight. He’ll work you open. Has to. He retracts his hips, turns you over so your back is against his chest. You're both laying on your side. It feels too intimate this way. He’s hugging your body so close to his. Spooning you. Not letting you go. A hand wrapped around your waist. The other, fondling your tits.
“Gonna take you this way.” His voice rumbles in your ear, he gives a steady long stripe of his tongue against it. A throaty groan leaving him. You wiggle on him, whining. Your ass bumping his cock every few turns.
He reaches a hand down to his cock, bringing it to your hole once again. Pushing in heavily. Tip nudging further. A few inches getting in. A quarter way. He brings his free arm up, covering your neck, your teeth gnawing at his swollen bicep, his forearm. Tears springing at the edges of your eyes. Wetting your lashes again.
“Hnngh!” You whinge out. Inaudible words pouring out.
“I know baby, I know.. I know it’s too big.” He encourages you, voice rough, laced in pleasure.
Another few inches forcing their way in.
“Toji! F—fuck!”
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He reassures.
He’s easing in slow. A couple more now. Your pussy sucking him in so well. Soo good. He’s nearly at the base. He abruptly stops. The wet heat of your cunt trapping him in place. Clinging onto him. He might cum if you move. He digs his face into your hair, breathing in deep, eyes fluttering. An unhurried push of his hips and he’s all in. Burly inches of his cock stretching you so deep. Your eyes are rolled back from the feel.
It’s not that it hurts. It did. But it was that uncomfortable stretch. The fullness of his cock edging deeper. An unfamiliar feeling yet, you felt completely whole.
Fully sheathed inside you. You feel it throbbing, every rigid vein, every pulse. Pressing at your cervix. Bruising.
“Fuck, ‘got a deep cunt— nghhfuck.”
“Toji.. please— something! Do something!” You cry into his elbow. Voice muffled. It hurts. An aching sensation. You feel little throbs of his cock hitting places you’ve never reached before. Never felt before. And he’s soo deep. Way too deep.
With a husky groan, he retreats his hips back and steadily rocks into you. Long, deep strokes thumping at your cervix. Balls hammering, his strong hips flush against your ass. Rippling with every thrust. The tip of his stiff cock, gliding through you, bumping your g-spot. You feel it once. Twice. Then you're smacking at his hip, arm reaching behind you. Pleading with him to let you go. It’s too good. You can’t take it.
“Ffuck off. Hnn!” Moaning, fussing into his flexed bicep. Wet eyes. You’re urging your shaky hips away. Scrambling forward, desperate.
“You want me to fuck off?” He sneers back at you. Laughing into the spot behind your ear. Breath fanning it.
“N—no. I don’t knoww.” You weep, sniffling. Tears pouring down his forearm.
“You don’t know?” He’s snickering.
His pace quickens. Deep fast strokes, you feel it in your throat. Your gaze turns unfocused, eyes forced back. Your nose buried in his arm, hot breaths leaving your soppy lips. You’re kissing his arm. Biting. Marking him. Grounding yourself as he plummets your insides. Turning you to a putty mess. You’re gone. So far gone. He’s snaking a hand up, pinching your nipples, rolling the buds in his fingers. You’re wailing loud. Juddering.
A familiar torrid ache forming at your lower belly.
“O—oh my godhnn!” It doesn’t even settle in your belly. Wrenching out of you intensely. So incredibly. You couldn’t hold it in even if you tried. Too sensitive.
“Nghh!” With a groan, you’re coming down. Tits bouncing, your body so very warm. He’s helping you through it. Slower strokes. Still bumping your spot. You whimper.
“Nghstopp!” Crying out, begging. A hand clutching at his, scratching. The other, clasping at the wet sheets. Smudged with the mixture of sweat and cum.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he hauls his burly body, shifting his weight so he’s fully on top of you. His face, closer to you. Near your left ear. You’re crushed underneath him. Belly flat on the bed. He’s locking an arm around your neck once again, bringing the hand on that arm to your face, covering it. You can’t move, at all. He’s clamped your lower body in place. His other arm, steady beside you. Contorted. Tensed. His veins are more prominent like this.
Wet lashes brushing your cheeks, your mouth now muffled in his larger hand.
“Mhhhhn!” You try to kick your legs, but it can only fold at the knee. Your claves touching the back of your thighs. You can’t move your thighs. Can’t part them. His hefty body won’t allow you.
He does a lengthy grind into you. His happy trail flushed at your ass. He hasn’t pulled out the entire time, not giving you an ounce of space.
He keeps at it. Deep grinds, his tip knocking at your cervix. Pressed so heavy against it. Stretching you impossibly further.
Haggard breaths, uneven moans brush at your ear. He’s getting closer now. Hips stuttering in broken circles.
You’re completely out of it. Dumbed. Fully. Can’t think of anything but the feel of his cock so far deep in your pussy. The veins. The bumps. And god you’re so sensitive. Another quickening build up of warmth steadily rising in your stomach.
“Fuckfuckfuck—”
Another few irregular rolls of his hips and he’s cumming. White thick hot beads of cum discharging into you. He won’t stop moving. Pushing it as deep as it can go, making sure you don’t spill a drop.
You’re numb. Body limp under him. Arms flat at your sides. Eyes fully rolled back, coarse hot air puffing past your lips.
He’s grunting atop of you. Moaning low, still feeling the white hot pleasure of his cum, your pussy. Especially your pussy.
He brings an arm up, rough hands palming, rubbing your back in slow gentle movements.
“From now on, just let me teach you everything, yeah?”
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A/n: lawdfddd I need him so bad. Also this wasn’t proofread.
@toj1sleftnut <33
Don’t transcribe or translate into anything else. Thank ya <3
⠀ ⠀⠀ — fem! reader x situationship! gojo , angst, suggestive content, cursing, gojo is toxic (boooo)
pt. 2 here!
⟢ 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: i know im gonna make some people tingle with this cliff hanger but it adds drama if u get what i mean… universal experience to all us pretty girls and a RATTY TOXIC MAN. if u want a pt2 lmk to tag u in the comments :3
Your boyfriend Suguru is many things. He’s doting, and loving, and beyond chivalrous when it counts. He is also a perennial control freak.
You thought this would be good for him — a chance to sit back and let someone else take the wheel. Plus, Gojo has been hounding the two of you for a threesome ever since you first got together. This is as close as he’s going to get.
For now, at least.
Your thighs burn with exertion as you ride your boyfriend’s white-haired best friend reverse cowgirl on the couch of his living room. You and Suguru have spent hours here, over for dinner and drinks and game nights with Satoru — now you’re taking his cock down to the base as you face Suguru, who sits lazily in the facing armchair. It’s made of the same faux leather as the couch, which is sticking to Satoru’s sweaty ass and thighs, peeling with a loud squelch each time he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.
“That’s right, now wrap your arm around and rub her clit like I showed you. Circles, not side-to-side. Yes, like that.”
You should have figured Suguru would promote himself from audience member to scene director. He sat nice and still as you throated Satoru’s cock, and even let you guide him yourself when you first took him inside of you, but he can’t stay out of the picture for long. Your Suguru is many things, and a spectator is not one of them. He likes control.
Luckily for the both of you, Gojo likes being told what to do. Each small praise upon doing something right — yes, Satoru, just like that; Satoru, you’re fucking her so well — has him twitching inside of you, choking on desperate moans as he soaks in his lauding.
A part of you wants to twist around to look at his face. You’re sure it’s all red and blotchy from exertion. You bet he looks fucked-dumb and ecstatic all at the same time. But your eyes are locked on Geto, who looks less like a cuck and more like it’s any Saturday evening. His chin is lifted, eyes surveying the two of you as wet sounds and skin slapping fills the room. He’s got his hands on his thighs, and his pants are so baggy around the crotch that you can’t tell if he’s hard or not.
“You can…” you start, taking a moment to wet your lips as Satoru speeds up his assault on your clit. “You can touch yourself, you know.”
Suguru’s lips slowly curl upwards. “I know, hon.”
“Why aren’t you?”
You want him to feel good. The whole point behind letting Satoru take you like this was to give Suguru a show, after all. Does he not like this? Is your pleasure one-sided? You suddenly feel bad for liking the fill of Gojo’s cock inside of you so much.
Geto must recognise the look on your face, because he laughs. It’s low, truly amused. “Don’t get in your head, my love. I just want to watch for now. If I cum like this, I won’t have as much to give you later when I wash out whatever Satoru’s going to fill you with.”
Oh. You and Satoru both seem to react to that — you tighten as he jolts up into you, groaning and biting into your shoulder as he breaks the ‘no marks’ rule that was established earlier. You don’t mind so much when you picture Suguru taking you later, licking and biting over whatever receipts of his touch that Satoru has left behind. Making them his own. Marking you as his own.
And then you imagine Satoru there too, sitting in a chair facing the bed, perhaps with his blindfold tucked between his teeth to muffle any whining pleads to join. You know he wouldn’t have the same restraint as your Suguru, he’d be fucking his fist to the sight before him, all desperate and teary-eyed and left out of the equation as all of your attention floods over Sugu. For once, Satoru would have to give up the spotlight. You wonder if that’d get him off too.
Probably.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans. The hand that isn’t working your clit snakes around you to press down on your lower stomach, feeling for the evidence of himself inside of you. He has to force you back against his chest a little, work the angle, but then he can feel it — the bulge of his cock in your belly.
It’s no surprise; Gojo is fucking huge. But looking down and seeing your skin taut with what’s inside has you reeling. Geto can see it too, you’re sure, because he’s shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.
“Satoru.” Your boyfriend’s voice is sharp. Jealous, maybe.
Satoru peers over your shoulder, smiling. “Yes, dear?”
“Over the arm of the sofa. Give her legs a break, yeah?”
Satoru doesn’t seem fazed; and your thighs were starting to shake with the exertion, but you can’t help but notice that every position Suguru has directed the two of you into has been lacking a face-to-face value between you and Toru. You don’t think that’s accidental.
Satoru doesn’t need to pull out to manoeuvre you into the new position. With his arms around your middle, and very little effort on his part, he shifts you up and over the arm of the couch. Your ass lifts as he pushes up to his knees and gets his footing behind you, all whilst remaining inside. Your hands find purchase on the arm as you turn your head to meet Suguru’s gaze once more. This isn’t a position he often has you in — he’s always thought of doggy as degrading.
You smile. You see how it is.
Your amusement is short-lived, though, as Satoru pulls almost all the way out of you, before slamming in with a harsh snap of his hips. You’re sent forwards, nearly toppling over the side of the couch as Satoru starts, and maintains, a mean pace. In and out and in and out, he drags his cock against your g-spot repeatedly. You can hardly get a breath in before he’s bottoming out inside of you again. And again.
Turns out, giving your legs a break means working every other part of you to exhaustion. You shouldn’t be surprised.
“That’s good,” Suguru praises, his voice heavy. “Tell me, how’s she feel?”
“Tight,” Satoru exhales. “And… wet, and—fuck—so good. I never want this to end.”
But he’s nearing his limit, and so are you. You can tell, his strokes are turning erratic, and the building tightness in your stomach guides your orgasm closer and closer with every passing second. You push your face into the arm of the couch, muffling your moans, and try desperately to focus on one thing at a time.
An impossible feat. Your mind is reeling; Satoru fucking into you like he’s fearful of ever losing this sensation; Suguru, watching with those assessing fucking eyes that make you want to take a bite of his brain; how good you feel between them both…
“Please,” you gasp, turning your head. Your cheek smushes against leather, making a mess of your face, but you don’t care. “Please.”
Satoru leans over you, keeping pace. “Please what, pretty?”
“She’s asking to cum.” Suguru lifts his chin. “She has to ask for permission first, isn’t that right?”
You nod frantically, tears blurring your vision as you hold onto something so desperate to slip through your fingers. You need to cum, to release, to take everything Satoru can give you and more.
“Who are you asking, baby?” Suguru implores. “Me, or Satoru?”
You don’t know. You don’t care. You think you know what Suguru wants to hear, so you whine out a short ‘you, please’, but your lover only shakes his head in reply.
“I’m not the one fucking you, am I?”
You try to turn your head to face Satoru, but your movement is cut off when he presses himself over your back, takes your face in one strong hand, and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you deeply, messily, and finally allows himself that face-to-face contact Suguru had so cleverly denied you two.
“Cum with me,” he whispers against your lips, pressing his lips to yours again. His tongue pushes into your mouth, tastes you from the inside out, before he pulls back again. “Gonna fill you up. Fuck you so full you’ll be dripping all over the leather. Then—” he stutters, groaning, “—then you’re gonna get down on your knees and clean it all up with your tongue. Then whatever spills out of you onto the floor as well.”
It’s lewd and grotesque, but the picture in your head spurs on your orgasm like nothing else could. The idea of doing something so degrading for a man that isn’t yours, in front of a man that is…
You cum so hard your vision flashes white. You can’t tell if your eyes are open or closed, but Satoru remains against your mouth, swallowing every loud, drawling moan you give him. You shake, completely overwhelmed with pleasure and pressure and the quick-to-come force of Satoru emptying his balls inside of you.
He must have been pent up. He floods your insides with a load so strong and harsh in its release that you can feel it filling you. Hot and desperate and so fucking good that you feel half-ready to cum again.
You close your eyes, bathe for a moment in the fullness you’re experiencing. Satoru kisses the back of your neck, and then between your shoulderblades, still seated nice and deep inside of you.
“You took that so well, love.”
Your eyes snap open at the closeness of Suguru’s voice, just to find him knelt by the sofa. His big hand reaches out to wipe a tear from beneath your eye, a doting look on his face. “Did you enjoy yourself? You’re such a mess.”
You nod, blissed. Suguru pushes up on his knees and closes the gap between your faces; you think he’s going to kiss you, but he stops just short of your lips and then pivots to whisper into your ear instead.
“If you enjoyed it so much, you’ll be happy to give Satoru another round, won’t you?”
tags: boss/assistant, piv, fingering, spanking, office sex, picking up the phone mid-sex, name calling
“Are you a virgin?”
You asked Nanami once when you were two hours past your shift to which he dodged the question.
It's nine in the evening on a Saturday night. You were supposed to be in the club with your girls, but here you are instead. Stuck in the same old boring office waiting for his signal for you to clock out.
Nanami seems to have other plans for you these past few days. You're supposed to leave work after ordering his dinner but lately he's been keeping you longer than your usual work hours and it's been pissing you off.
This happened for about four days now. And you might just know what it means but you don't want to assume too much.
You could see it in the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't looking. Or how he always offers to give you a ride home so you won't have to take the train.
He seems pretty invested in whatever work he's doing, so you asked random questions to gain his attention and to kill time.
“Where is this coming from?” your name left his lips like some kind of foreign language. He usually kept a stoic face, not showing much emotion. You could never tell what mood he's in.
But this time though, you could see his facial expression shift a little.
A smirk crept up your face.
“So you are a virgin.” you confirm your assumption. Nanami shut his eyes as he placed his fingers on his temple, tired dealing with whatever nonsense you're onto.
The man is in his late twenties and spends most of his days and nights in his crappy big office with floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city view.
He probably spends more time with you than anyone else.
Does he even have a life outside this office?
“This is—” Nanami pauses to think of the right words to put out. “quite personal for work hours, yeah?”
“I got off work two hours ago.” you were just waiting for your signal to clock out and you are losing your patience.
He ignores you. But you poke him more.
“So you are a virgin, huh.” you repeated it like it's the prophecy written in the stars for him. You walked up to his desk and placed both hands on the desk. He finally lifted his head from his laptop.
“I had some experiences, yeah?” he gave in. His eyes went back to his laptop. You could feel his breathing shift, like he's more nervous.
He's definitely a virgin.
If you were to describe Nanami with just one word, you couldn't think of any words that fit him.
A workaholic, maybe. You could see his eyebrows furrowed when he's on the phone call with his clients.
He doesn't laugh at anything, takes everything way too seriously, and is way too focused on his company.
At some point in your life as his assistant, you thought that this man was going to die alone and that's a really sad reality for him.
Does he even have a life besides working? Is he even dating? Most guys his age have dated already at least.
He's just straight out boring and takes away the fun in everything. The age difference between the two of you isn't even that big, so you wonder what is considered ‘fun’ to him.
Probably working.
You nodded at his answer and just stared at him, trying to read what's on his mind. You have to admit, he does look hot, especially in his suit. Bet he looks even better without it.
You shake that thought away. Why are you even fantasizing about that? He's your boss.
“Do you have a wife?” you continue to ask away. This time you walked your way to the massive window displaying the glowing city on the horizon.
No answer.
You turned to face Nanami who seemed to be typing something on his laptop.
“A husband?” you tried again.
You could tell it was a rough day for Nanami by just the way he sighs. And you're probably making it even worse by asking him these weird personal questions.
You just want him to call it a night and kick you out.
“What?”
“It's okay, I don't judge you know, there's nothing wrong—”
“No.” he cuts you off.
You just stared at him. There are some white strands of hair visible on parts of his hair. Probably from all the stress he's carrying.
Maybe he could use a little stress reliever.
“Don't look at me like that.”
“Like what?” you made your way next to Nanami and leaned closer to take a peak on what he's working on.
That was it. Something inside Nanami just snapped.
He walked up to you at full speed and pinned you against the window. The kiss that follows was desperate, like he's been waiting for this moment for his whole life.
You kiss him back, clinging your arms around his neck. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. You knew he wanted you, you just don't know how to prove it.
He unbuttons your blouse and yanks off your pencil skirt in the blink of an eye. You did the same to his clothes, struggling to undo the buttons with your shaky hands.
Soon enough, both of your clothes are discarded on the floor and he's kissing you hungrily.
He tucks some strands of your hair behind your ear and trails down to your chin, lifting it up to make eye contact with you.
“Nanami—”
“Kento.” he corrects.
“Fuck me, please, Kento.” you tried to press your weight to his. He just smirks at you in return.
“Beg for it.” he turned you back and pressed you to the window and you could almost feel the entire city watching the two of you inside the skyscraper.
“Make me.” you responded, not wanting to obey another order from your boss.
The thrill of getting caught in the act made you even more excited. Your heart rate rises when he pulls your hair, making you arch back. His other hand cupped your left boob making you whimper.
“I’m not gonna repeat myself.” he leans closer to you and whispers to you, kissing your ear that makes you tingle. “Beg. for. it.”
Anyone from the outside could catch the two of you if they looked close enough. The thought of it makes you even wetter.
Right now, all you care about is what's happening from the inside and tonight, you decided that you're not clocking out until you get to fuck Nanami Kento.
“Please, fuck me. I need you, Kento.”
That's all that he needs to hear before he proceeds to bend you down on his desk.
Your stomach felt the cold desk immediately but you didn't have enough time to react because Kento’s hand reached out and pulled your hair, making your body weight shift up from the cold desk.
“Let this be a lesson for you to stop being such a brat.” his hand spanked your ass and you jolted, not expecting he'd do that. You let out a muffled sound.
His fingers find their way to your clit and circle around it. Soon enough, his index finger slips inside you, then another.
You let out a satisfied moan when he curved his fingers. Once you are wet enough, Kento grabbed his hard cock and started pumping it before he angled his tip on your dripping opening.
“Are you sure about this?” he gives you one last chance to back off before it's too late. You nodded your head.
“Use your words.” he spanks you again.
“Yes, I'm sure—”
That's all Kento needed to hear before he grabs your ass and thrusts into you. You swear you almost escalated to heaven. For a moment, your vision turned white and the sound you let out was utterly embarrassing.
He smacks your ass again, “You like that, you brat?” he thrusts even harder, hitting every sweet spot of yours. You let out a long embarrassing moan.
Your hand grips the edge of the desk, holding it for your dear life.
“What? Cat got your tongue now?”
You moaned in response, head too foggy to think of what to say. He spanks you hard.
“Yes, just like that!” he continues to thrust deep in you, pulling you hair as he places kisses on your shoulder. He made sure to leave some marks. For the memories.
The sound of a phone ringing from a distance didn't make Kento stop.
“Keep quiet.” He flips your body and how you're laying on your back. You lift your legs and place it on his shoulders. He continues to fuck you like a ragdoll.
He answers the phone and your eyes widened.
His hand massages one of your tits and pinches your nipple in between. You covered your mouth, trying your best not to let your moans escape your mouth.
Hot tears burst out from you trailing down your cheeks. You could see Kento's mouth moving, uttering out words you can't seem to make out.
Each thrust makes it even harder for you to contain your moans.
He hung up the phone and threw it somewhere on the floor. And you lost control, letting the moans out as you cried. You prayed that no one would pass by the office to witness this scandalous behavior of yours.
“I'm close.” you cried out. your hands gripped the edge of the desk right as you curl your toes.
The paperwork and things on his desk have long been scattered down on the floor. You couldn't care less.
“Together yeah?” he orders. He speeds up his thrusting. You didn't even notice your legs were shaking uncontrollably until he grabbed them.
You arched your back and his weight crashed down to your, shooting out white fluids on your stomach.
The adrenaline has slowed down and your brain has finally registered what you had just done.
Fuck.
Literally.
At least you got your answer.
Nanami Kento is definitely not a virgin.
a/n: please lmk what y'all think about this lololol thank you for reading!
summary: habit has been acting weird, constantly disappearing. usually, you’d assume he was just planning some horrid stuff like always. but one night he came home soaked in the irony scent of blood and something else. you woke up to him staring down at you, breathing hard.
WORDS: 2,302
cw: rut/mating cycles, size difference, creampie, rough sex, threats of violence, mention of the baby incident, squirting, multiple orgasms, habit is his own warning, emotional sex, hatred but no so much.
you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. habit has been avoiding you lately. sure, he usually leaves for a while to do whatever he wants to do, only returning back with a faint scent of blood. however, things have been odd lately. it was like he was preparing for something, but didn’t want to.. inform you on it. you shuffled beneath your blanket, hugging one of your plushies close to your chest. it was late and you should be asleep by now, this shouldn’t be getting in the way of it.
you let out a long sigh, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “mm, whatever.” you mumbled gently. you were wearing a simple baggy shirt and a pair on panties, you usually slept this way. the only sound in your room was the sound of the fan clicking, spinning a cool breeze into the room. this quiet moment was suddenly interrupted with the front door slamming open downstairs. habit must’ve come home already. you just snuggled closer to your plush bunny, breathing hard through your nose. the sound of steps ascending up the stairs echoed behind your door.
“fuck.. where is she..” you could hear habit whisper, shaking your door knob for a second. it paused, then turned slowly. you were always halfway asleep when habit peeked into your dark bedroom.
“bunny..?” habit whispered, stumbling into the bedroom. he was breathing harshly, his lungs practically burning. you didn’t answer, sleepily just mumbling. he closed the door behind him with a click, walking towards you in long strides. his hand came up and gently shook you a bit. he was still breathing hard. you stirred awake.
“mm..? habit..?” you whispered. a loud squeak escaped your lips when he suddenly shuffled onto the bed, gripping your shoulders roughly. he panted harshly, ripping the blanket from your body. “habit! i’m trying to sleep— what are you—?!” you yelped, interrupted when his knee went between your thighs.
“bunny.. need you right now.. get this shit off of you..” habit could only answer, growling in an animalistic tone. his shaky hands gripped your shirt, bunching it up to your neck so he could see your tits. he groped them, biting the inside of his cheek as you mewled. “so soft.. fuckkk. baby, was thinking about you all day.. wanna fuck this pussy..” his hot breath tickled your neck, taking one of your nipples between his teeth.
“h—habit.. it’s late— i don’t know..” you hesitated, but noticed the way his pupils were dilated.
“bunny. i’ve been dying for hours. c’mon, get these panties off.” he whispered, removing your nipples from his mouth to slide off your panties unceremoniously. “such a cute bunny.. open those legs.”
“but what’s wrong..? this is— sudden..”
“stop asking questions, dumbass. open them.” habit hissed, prying your thighs open so he could get a good view of your pussy. you were already growing wet, your folds slowly gathering slick. “shittt.. getting so wet.. smells so good.” he groaned, rubbing his thumb against your nub. you mewled loudly, making him growl in delight. “yeah? you like that?” he murmured to you softly. he brought two fingers to your mouth. “spit.”
with a weak amount of effort, you spat a glob of saliva onto them. “good girl.” habit reached down and teased your clitoris slowly. his damp digits gently circled your cunt before sliding into you. “love how tight you are.. never seem to get any looser no matter how much i break this cunt in, hm?” he snickered, licking his teeth.
“mm— habit.. be gentle—“ you pleaded, but he didn’t listen. you gasped, his fingers pumping faster into you. your gummy wet walls clung to his fingers, squeezing them tight. habit groaned at the way your pussy just seemed to get even more wet, his knuckles getting wet from his ministrations. “habit..”
“mhm.. you love it, bunny?” he cooed gently, his palm slapped against your mound as he moved his wrist more brutally. it was so hot in the room now, your lungs working for air when his fingers curled deep inside of you. your body shone with sweat, dripping down your soft skin. “pussy so tight.. gonna break my fingers off.” his pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips. he groaned, lapping at your essence hungrily. “tastes good.. such a cute slutty girl.”
you squeaked once more when he slapped his palm against your wet pussy, making it throb and pulse with need. “h—habit, you’re being mean.. oh my god—“ he spanked your pussy again and again until it slowly turned a cherry red. you hiccuped, tears pricking your eyes. “habit.. please—“
“shh, bunny. let me have my fun tonight, would you rather I use a knife and cut that throat open. play with your blood instead? listen to that air leave your windpipe?” habit cooed, threatening you softly. your walls tightened again. every time he threatened you in such a way, it just seemed to get you more horny. he unbuckled his belt quickly, kicking his jeans off and letting them fall off the bed. his cock was throbbing in his boxers, straining against the fabric. “get up, bitch.” he roughly gripped you by your hair, pulling you over so you could suck him off. you obediently gripped his thighs as he shoved off his boxers to free his thick cock. you huffed at the sweaty smell emitting from it, but that didn’t deter you. you felt yourself grow hotter.
“so big.. habit..” he felt his ego grow, eyeing the way you drooled over his cock. you leaned further, opening up your lips to let your pink tongue circle his head gently. “mm..” you lapped at the precum dripping at the slit, gathering it onto your tongue. your hands gently cradled his balls, rubbing them while you placed sloppy wet kissed against his cock. your tongue slid against the veins, making his thighs shake. his hands roughly gripped your hair.
“takin’ too long, bunny.. y’know i’ve been thinking about something new. can you hold your breath long underwater?” habit suddenly asked, pulling you away from his cock so he could look at the way your face flinched in confusion. you shook your head. “..how about we improve that oxygen, baby?” without warning, he pulled your hair so you could open up your mouth in an “ow” motion. before you knew it, his entire cock slid into your mouth, you teeth slightly grazing it. you gagged loudly, gripping his thighs tighter, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. you squealed, hitting at his thigh, drool dripping down your chin. it felt as if your throat was a simple sex toy for him to take out his sexual frustration on.
“HCKK— HCKK— GACKK—“
your lips were stretched around his cock, your jaw starting to ache from his abuse. you took heavy breaths through your nose, choking on your own spit. “fuckkk— such a tight throat.. you sound so adorable, too..” he giggled, watching as tears caked your cheeks. your face turned red due to blush and sweat, small hiccups echoing in your room. his dick was making you choke, you felt like you were going to pass out right there. “wanna try somethin’ else, baby bunny?” his tone turned dark.
“mm— MM—“ you jolted when he suddenly plugged your nose, thrusting rapidly against your face, his cock sliding deep into your throat. you couldn’t fucking breathe, he was being such an asshole. your lungs were fighting for oxygen. you sputtered, eyes trying to stay open as your nose kept hitting his pelvis. time seemed to last by slowly, your brain starting to feel like mush. finally, he shoved you off of his cock. you gasped for air, your lungs burning in pain from being suffocated. “h—habit! why’d you do that!” you hiccuped, your words being interrupted by coughs.
habit just tutted at you, slapping his cock against your cheek. “stop being dramatic. acting like i gutted you alive on the spot. nothing serious.” he teased. a long silence sat in the moment before he nudged you onto your back. “spread your legs, gonna fuck that pussy now..” he didn’t even give you a break.
your cunt was throbbing still from his brutal fingerfucking from not so long ago. he hovered over you, grasping the soft flesh of your hips to tug you closer to him. habit rubbed the thick head of his cock against you, letting it slide through your folds. “so wet.. warm.. can’t wait to fuck this little cunt.” you cringed when he called it that, your body turning hot. he nudged his cock against your entrance slowly before a long sigh left him. his entire cock soon slammed deep into you, your hot wet walls squeezing him like a vice. “FUCK!” habit growled loudly, gripping your hips tight. he rolled his hips, laughing deliriously. “tight lil thing. such a good fuck-bunny for me.. so lucky i rather fuck the shit out of you than hang you with your own guts.”
habit breathed harshly, still taking a moment. it smelled odd in the room now, sweat and sex contaminated the usual lavender scent. “habit.. p—please be gentle.. i’m still so sleepy.” you whimpered, watching as his pelvis rubbed against your ass. he pulled out until his tip sat inside of you, then slammed right back in. you shrieked, your eyes wide with alarm once his cock punched at your cervix. with a great animal-like growl, habit continued to use this pattern. his thick cock kept hitting at every spot inside of you, your gummy walls getting sore.
“i don’t give a fuck.. shit.. this is way better than murder.. wanna pound this cunt every day..” habit groaned, his hips speeding up. he yanks your hips back against his pelvis every time he drives every thick inch into you, his cock shining with your slick. your cunt was stuffed with his cock, struggling to even keep it even as it tried to push it out. your pelvis was aching with pleasure and soreness. “stupid rut probably gonna end quickly this month..” he murmured. rut..? what did he mean by rut..? he’s not an animal.. well he acted like one.
you sobbed, your pussy clenching around his dick. suddenly, a gush of squirt sprayed on his cock and body. habit paused and growled. “such a slut.. cumming so fast on this dick.. god, you’re such a little whore for me..” he leaned closer, placing one hand onto the headboard. he restarted his thrusts, they were quick and short, his cock smashing against your cervix repeatedly. the sheets beneath you were damp, sticking to your ass in an uncomfortable way. but you couldn’t care less when your mind was turning into pink sludge from how hard he was fucking you.
Shlick, slap, shlick.
“love it when you cry for me.. y’know.. when i.. when i first met you, i wanted to kill you so bad.. but you were so cute.” habit rambled, looking down at you with a manic expression. “but all i could think about how good you’d look cumming on my dick than how’d you look crying from a knife lodged into your tummy..” he whispered, rubbing a thumb against the skin of your stomach. you shivered, your head lolling against the soft pillow. you were staining it with drool and tears. “fuck.. bunny.. you’re so.. cute. i fucking hateee how much i love you.. i should’ve killed you..” he groaned.
your throat ripped out a loud cry as he slammed his hips one last time, his cock shooting hot ropes into you. “mm! h—habit.. i.. luh— love you, too..” you sniffled, trying to catch your breath as his cum spilled around his cock. “love you.. i love being soo good for you..” you felt so dumb. you felt so.. overwhelmed. but his cock moved again inside of you, your overstimulated nerves flaring wildly. “h—habit.. i can’t— i can’t.. too much..” you cried out. he humped your ass hungrily, your legs limp around his waist. habit groaned, breathing harshly against your neck.
“one more time for me, bunny.. it’s been so hard lately for me.. not even killing a fucking loser or two was enough. human bodies are so.. sensitive. you’re so cute..” he spoke between harsh breaths, sliding both of his hands down to your face. “i hate you. i hate you so much. i want to kill you, i want to gut you alive. want to rip out your womb and get it out of my mind. want to.. watch you bleed.” he confessed, his eyes narrowed. “i can’t.. i love you.. wanna breed this little womb.. give you a whole litter of bunnies.. wanna have a baby..” he choked on his own air, his balls tightening. it was like habit forgot he ate a baby.
you mewled loudly, feeling him thrust into you roughly. his cock throbbing with an aching pain. cum filled you again, bubbling around his cock. sticky strands stuck to his pelvis and to your ass.. his dick was covered with hot jizz, your abused folds were stained. habit gripped your chin roughly, bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. his tongue slid against yours lazily, the sounds of your coupling now fading into lips smacking. you moaned tiredly, his hips grinding against your ass. “i hate you so much, bunny.. i love you.. i hate how you make me ruin the very thing i want to do.. wanna.. fuck you every day.. wanna feel you.. i love how you smell..” he rambled softly.
he smelled of sweat.
your head throbbed with an ache. you were still wondering what a rut was. little did you know, he was going to do this again tomorrow.
ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.
bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.
bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.
bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.
"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"
bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."
bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.
bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.
bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.
"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."
bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.
bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.
"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."
bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.
bf!toji who will actually praise you for crying. while he's holding you tight and making love to you, listening to you sob, he’ll lean down to kiss your wet cheeks and growl, "that's it, gooood girl. cry for me."
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gojo when you fall asleep during a movie
the video gojo sends you when you’re trying to study
him making the decisions
that one time you got drunk and let sukuna watch
he convinces you to do bondage
this but you’re studying
he overstimulates you
you’d better stay still
a reward for your exams
shhh, be quiet
a/n: this was pretty fun to make lol, i hope this is realistic. also i apologise for the girl pretty much always being white, it was hard enough to find these, if and when i make another im gonna try and find some dark skin girls. i hope this is good xxxxxx
olderbf!toji x fem!reader x older!sukuna x older!gojo
cw: dark content, mean olderbf!toji, they’re in their 40s and reader is early 20s, dubcon and noncon themes, prostitution, p in v, double penetration mentions, crybaby reader, toji is a bum, blowjobs, naive reader, manipulation
olderbf!toji was such a bum, he would let his friends use your tiny holes for large amounts of money. anytime rent was due and he had no money? gojo and sukuna were there, paying his bills just to have a taste of toji’s beautiful and innocent girlfriend. you were too good for your own, a whiny baby everytime their cocks filled your insides, tearing them apart as you sobbed in your pillow. sukuna would love the way you’d cry, mocking the way you stuttered as he choked your pretty neck. gojo, on the other hand, loved how you begged. he’d go crazy anytime you’d plead them to go slower, to be nicer. even if you knew they wouldn’t listen to you, your dumb brain wanted to believe otherwise.
olderbf!toji loved to record those moments. to him, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing how his friends abused your holes and how you’d try and scape their grasp. he loved the way you squirmed, looking at him asking for help, knowing damn well he was the one to set you up. his shitty camera would be focusing on your cunt most of the times, capturing the way it was creaming around sukuna or gojo, or even both at the same time as you screamed at them to slow down.
olderbf!toji barely talked when you were being used. he would usually just throw around a few “what a fucking slutty girlfriend i have” or “look at my dirty whore, moaning while she cries, loving how she’s being used”. his words would hurt you, but they still comforted you, knowing he was there all the time, he made you think he cared after all. he was a mean man, he was selling you for money to his friends, but he was happy, right?
olderbf!toji fisted his cock when they’d both have you on your knees, making you suck both of their cocks at the same time as you struggled to take them in your mouth. sukuna was rough, forcing his cock all the way down to your throat, making you pass out in him more than once. gojo was sweeter when it came to blowjobs, loving how you sucked on his tip and stared at him with those beautiful doe eyes. when your mouth got too tired, you’d try using those small hands of yours as both men spilled all their cum in your face, covering you in their seed and taking a few pictures for themselves.
olderbf!toji would comfort you as soon as the other men were done. you’d see how they’d hand your boyfriend a handful of bills before leaving the house and finally leaving you and your boyfriend alone. toji would have you on his lap, trying to soothe your cries as he promised that would be the last time. and you’d believe him, it didn’t matter if the next week sukuna and gojo were back again to rip you apart, you always believed toji. he’d murmur, “it’s done, baby. they won’t lay a hand on my pretty girl again. trust me.” you were just too naive to know any better, and that innocent girl inside you thought he did all that because he loved you.
he was your boyfriend after all, and who were you to deny him?
who better to possess protect you than your devoted knight?
synopsis: you've spent most of your life sheltered and spoiled as the youngest member of the royal family. a pretty princess protected by the palace's highly-trained knights. including a certain dark-haired one who appears to have taken his duties a little too seriously. when suguru geto steals you away from your home and sticks you in a replica of your room at the top of a tower with no one but your captor for company, you soon realized that no one is coming to find you. will you try to escape? return to the world he swears is out to get you? or perhaps chose the man who put you here in the first place?
pairing: yandere!geto x rapunzel!reader
content: mdni. angst. smut. porn with plot. dubcon. HEAVY YANDERE ELEMENTS, kidnapping, imprisonment, heavy petting, no physical descriptions except reader has long hair, reader is a bit oblivious and spoiled, getting a really fucked up version of the princess treatment, geto is a gaslighting girlboss, prolonged captivity, stockholm syndrome, falling in love, geto is devoted and delusional, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, discussions of baby trapping, degradation, pet names (princess, angel), mating press, creampie, bad ending
a/n: part of this event by @jazzthatonewriterchick !! art is by @/xxgojoxx on x btw :3
The sad thing was you didn't even realize you weren't home the first time you woke up.
He'd gotten almost every detail right. Down to the little scuffs in the floor and the jewelry scattered across your nightstand.
The dimensions were wrong though.
A subtle feeling of something being off when you yawned and stood up, squinting around at your stuff until you realized that somehow your room had shrunk in your sleep.
The last thing you remembered was stumbling back to your bedroom, drunk on the wine your family had served at dinner, celebrating your betrothment to a prince from a neighboring kingdom. Clumsily kicking off your heels and nearly falling over, your knight sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to your bed, tucking you in and softly scolding you when you asked for a goodnight kiss.
Geto had whispered that you were supposed to save those for your soon-to-be husband.
You told him that you didn’t want him.
How could you when your heart was promised to the man who’d sworn to save you from anything?
Your head was throbbing.
Aching as you rubbed your temples and tried to sort out why you felt so strange.
It was only really when you glanced to the side and found only a small curved window where your balcony should be, that it struck you that you weren't just suffering from a hangover.
Your legs felt like jelly, wobbling underneath you as you struggled with each step between you and the door. Leaning against the wall as your fingers shakily wrapped around the knob.
You twisted.
But it didn't give.
"Hello?" You called out, your voice coming out surprisingly small. Not scared. Yet.
No, that didn't come until later.
After pacing the floor had led you back over to that strange window, and peering out of it revealed a stomach-churning drop far fucking higher than the normal view out of your second story bedroom.
You think you screamed.
Made some strangled sound, at least, tripping on your own feet and falling backwards, scraping your hands on a rough plank on the floor, a subtle sign of hasty construction, you were sure.
You didn't recognize any of the landscape around you. Had never seen the thick, tall trees that appeared to surround this...tower you were in. No sign of the salty ocean or sandy beaches you'd grown up beside.
"Princess," a warm voice spoke up behind you, familiar hands on your side hoisting you back up, dusting off your dress as your head whipped around.
Relief flooded you at the sight of your favorite knight's face. The soft crinkles by his pretty purple eyes, the tender upturn of the corner of his mouth as he looked down at you.
Suguru would know what was going on.
He'd never let anything bad happen to you.
If he was here, than surely, things couldn't be that bad.
"What's happening?" You huffed at him, attempting to reclaim a fraction of your dignity despite him seeing you in far worse states than this before. He'd held you when you were disheveled, thighs pinned to your chest as he prepared you for things you were supposed to do with your future husband one day. With sweat sticking to your forehead and your body shaking, face scrunched up with pure pleasure from his nimble fingers and tongues. He didn't even react at your obvious worry, watching you swallow hard as the panic still freely pounded in your chest, holding onto his strong forearm to steady yourself. "Where are we?"
He smiled at you, letting go of your side to caress your cheek, your heart stupidly fluttering at the gesture you both knew he shouldn't be doing. Not when he was meant to stand guard for you.
You were his duty. His life.
He was only ever supposed to be a supporting role in yours.
"Somewhere safe."
“Safe?” You echoed, blinking up at him without understanding.
“I brought your favorite books,” he murmured, softly stroking your hair as he looked down at you. “And more of those paints I got you last year for your birthday.”
“But why are we-”
“Your parents were about to sell you off to a brute,” he grimaced, even when he was speaking to you so tenderly. Dark eyes hardening as they narrowed just enough to let you know he was serious.
"He wasn't-" You started to protest, thinking back to the single time you'd actually seen him at a banquet a handful of months ago. Sure, you hadn't spoken directly to you, not when you were so closely supervised, but you watched him from across the room.
There were men far worse than that.
“He would have just used you for heirs while he slept with half his court,” he dismissively scoffed.
But, wasn’t that you were meant for?
A pretty tool to be purchased as a means for peace between kingdoms?
You always knew it would happen to you. The arranged marriage, having heirs, living in a foreign place with no friends.
All your manners classes, the rigid rules you'd spent your life learning, they were all leading up to this.
You were born to be a queen.
"I can't just run from my duty," you murmured, reaching back up to drag your thumb over his defined jaw, attempting to soften the blow of disappointment. He must've spent a long time preparing this place for you, ready to commit treason just to do what he thought was best.
Forever your knight, always thinking of you when you both knew that the feelings you harbored for each other would never amount to more than the handful of nights you'd stolen together.
"And you can't expect me not to do mine."
Your mouth hung open, not sure what to do with his defiance. Just staring at his unchanging expression, resolve etched into every strong line of his face while your hand fell from it.
“This is for your own good,” he promised, leaning close enough to press a chaste kiss to the top of your forehead. “You’ll see.”
You hadn't seen three months in.
He wouldn't let you leave.
Refused to budge even when you begged with your best set of puppy dog eyes as you asked about how your family was doing, if you'd been declared missing, what was happening back at home.
His jaw would always clench, dark eyes swirling as he cupped your face and told you that you worried too much.
Solemnly swore your parents weren't even looking for their missing princess.
No, apparently, they'd just sent someone who looked enough like you to not arouse suspicion to the prince you were meant to marry.
Suguru dried your tears with kisses, dragging his tongue over the damp spots they left, his honeyed voice reassuring you that no one could replace you to him.
An imposter was out there in your place, pretending to be you, and you were in a tower trying to find the positive in this...monotony.
It wasn't like it was so terrible being trapped here with him.
Homemade meals. No more awful meetings or balls you were forced to attend. Nights spent in the warmth of Suguru's body with no fear of getting caught and condemned for what your heart wanted.
The days drifted by lazily. Napping in your bed. Reading the books he brought you. Painting by the small window.
Pacing your floor when the minutes started to drag, counting how many steps it took to get from one side of the room to the other. You even started to teach yourself how to sew, although you had to practically plead with Suguru to bring you the supplies for them.
The tower itself was cramped. Your room led directly out to a spiraling staircase, with uneven stone steps and a nauseating drop down the middle. The steps widened as you went down, but you'd barely been able to bring yourself to make it further than Suguru's living space below yours.
It was bigger than yours, but more...quaint, you supposed?
Rickety wooden furniture. A thin blanket over his bed. A single table with two chairs for you to eat with him.
He knew you hated heights.
So Suguru usually ended up coming to you instead.
A picnic blanket spread on your floor. Flowers freshly plucked from the forest below. A candle lit like it made this romantic.
And despite your determination to convince him that you could both still return to the palace, or even start a new life in a quiet port town somewhere, you were the one starting to crumble under his coaxing.
What was so great about your old life anyway?
No one could make you do anything up here. For the first time, your life was now yours.
It took you another year to realize your life was actually his.
Well, considering you lost track of time, you could only guess it had been a year. Watching the seasons come and go, leaves falling off the trees and snow capping the branches until the weather warmed again.
There was only so much painting to pass the time you could do before everything became boring.
Staring out the window waiting for something to happen, Suguru's hand on the small of your back while he delicately brushed your hair off your shoulder.
There weren't any scissors for you to trim it with. Not a single sharp item left anywhere within reach. He refused to entertain the idea of chopping some of it off either, insisting on taking care of it himself, toying and twirling the ridiculously long strands down as they cascaded over your worn dress.
It had always been long, but whatever was in the food he'd been feeding you had made it grow far faster here, trailing along the floor wherever you walked. He brushed it out for you, washed it and dried it while he made excuse after excuse not to cut it.
"Let down your hair, princess," Suguru called out from below, and for a brief second, you considered telling him that his joke wasn't funny - even though you suspected after another year or two, it might really be long enough to reach the ground. You stared down at him as he shielded his face from the sun, a hand on your hip as your brows scrunched together.
"Come inside," you shouted, struggling not to frown as you watched him walk out of your line of vision, a basket slung over his shoulder, probably with food from the closest town - not that he'd ever let you see it for yourself.
No, he locked your door when he left.
Kissed your forehead and promised to be back as soon as possible whenever he had errands to run.
It took him nearly fifteen minutes to make it back up to your door, the keys clinking as he unlocked it from the outside, swinging it open with a loud creak as you refused to look back at him.
"How's my beautiful girl?" He murmured as he approached, lips grazing against the shell of your ear while his hands traced your frame.
"I'm getting sick of being up in here," you half-whispered as you confessed what had been plaguing you for weeks, your voice raw from how little you'd been using it lately. "Can't we go to a village? Just for a day? We could wear disguises or-"
"No," he firmly said, pressing a kiss on your collarbone as you let out an annoyed huff.
"Please, Suguru," you whined. "It's been so long-"
"I'm not taking any risks when it comes to you," he scoffed a little, as if you were asking him for something absurd.
"Didn't you say no one was even looking for me?" You tilted your head to the side, pushing out your bottom lip like it would make his impenetrable resolve finally fracture.
"Anyone who saw your hair-"
"So cut it," you stomped your foot, swallowing hard as your lashes fluttered up at him.
"No," he repeated, refusing to budge.
His fingers were already unlacing the back of your dress, making quick work of loosening it while you struggled to come up with an argument that might sway him just for him to spin you around to face him.
Could you somehow convince him to take you on just a single outing?
Was it truly too much? Were you a moron for wanting more than just this?
Your dress was falling by your feet before you could think of anything - and his mouth was on your throat to make sure you wouldn't be able to.
Kiss after kiss pressed against your skin, lips tantalizingly skimming along the tendon until his teeth were grazing over your jaw. His hands making their way over your waist, fingers digging into your sides as he suddenly hoisted you up.
Carrying you back to your bed, careful not to step on your hair as he continued to pepper you with his gentle affection.
"Did I not make it perfect for you here, princess?" He purred, tenderly placing you back down on the soft mattress, making sure to drape your hair off the side. His own was falling in his face as his mouth slowly traveled down the valley of your breasts, across your belly button and pausing just below it to peek up at you. "I try so hard."
He did, didn't he?
Suguru had risked his head just by bringing you here. Did his best to make sure you weren't wanting for anything - that you wouldn't go without the luxuries you'd be lavished in your entire life.
Couldn't you just be happy for him when he was working so hard for you?
"I know," you muttered softly, guilt creeping in while his soft purple eyes bore into you. "I just-"
"Want to throw away everything I've given you for what? You'd rather hang around some peasants than me?" He grumbled, stare narrowing as he pushed your thighs up against your chest, like he had some point to prove.
"No, that's not-" You started again, but then his fingers slipped inside you, two thick digits digging deeper to stretch you out - and shut you up.
"Not what?" He dryly mocked, cocking his head to the side, well aware you would't be able to answer as he shoved his fingers deeper, dragging them against your walls.
"Don't be mean," you hissed at him, chest constricting as your lungs squeezed in time with your cunt. Unable to breathe when his digits felt like they were forcing all the air out with each consecutive thrust.
"It hurts my feelings when you want to leave me," he said, but his condescending tone didn't exactly lend any credence to what he was saying. Still, your heart stalled anyway, mind instinctively working to win him back.
"I don't want to leave you," you argued. "Just here. For a little bit."
"For a little bit," he sarcastically echoed, an anxious pit opening in the bottom of your stomach as you shook your head.
"Suguru," you whined, wiggling your hips as he drove those digits all the way in, working you open with an almost clinical precision.
"What, angel?" He hm-ed, knowing exactly what you wanted - and pretending he didn't.
You knew you should be mad. Put your foot down and demand that he take you out. But when he was looking at you like this, his fingers dimpling your skin and his mouth pampering you, you couldn't bring yourself to do either.
No matter how much you missed the sun. Smelling fresh flowers in your garden. Talking to a stranger instead of someone you knew every damn detail of.
"Come on, Sugu, would it be so bad?" You tried to charm him, but he just clicked his tongue.
"What do I have to do to keep you happy, hm?" He asked, sapping your strength without even trying. Drawing it out with every fast drag of his fingers. "Fuck you until you forget about these silly ideas?"
He pulled his fingers out, mouth pressed in a thin line just for him to tug his pants down enough to free his cock.
It bounced up against his shirt, pre-cum leaving a stain on it before he wrapped his fist around his thick base.
Watching it bob as he got back on top of you, one hand still pressing your thigh down to keep you open as he nudged his fat tip against your entrance.
His chin tilting up as he started pushing in, his jaw flexing as his shoulders tensed, testing his own self-control with each inch he slid inside of you.
You used to think your knight was an expert at restraining himself.
Back when he'd keep a straight face during banquets despite how often you'd pester him about sneaking away. Composed and collected until he finally got to claim you in private.
And now, he'd stolen you.
Turned your dreamy little secret into a reality that had started to stretch towards a forever.
You were still reaching up for him, tangling your fingers in his dark hair while he reached up to softly stroke the top of yours. The weight of him pressing down as he drove his cock in further, making sure to fill you up until he was fucking every thought that wasn't about him out of that pretty head of yours.
"My princess doesn't know what she needs," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger, all dark and dangerous as he dragged you down with him.
"I need you," you whispered, voice cracking when he abruptly bottomed out, his tip smushed against your cervix as your mouth parted in a broken gasp.
You needed him to let you breathe a little. To understand that you couldn't just spend eternity in this little world he crafted for the two of you.
But none of it actually came out.
Just more messy moans, your fingers clawing at the blankets while he just thrusted into you again and again.
The bed whined under your combined weight, your thighs trembling as his hips smacked down into you. His mouth was colliding into yours, sucking on your bottom lip while he wrecked you without hesitation.
Trying to ruin you.
Rip your heart out to have for himself. Hold it hostage too.
"Maybe I should put a baby in here," he grunted when the kiss broke, his breath warm on your cheek as he gritted his teeth. Stare drifting down to your stomach with a determination you knew you should be scared of. "You wouldn't leave our baby, would you?"
He knew exactly what to say to get to you.
Which strings to pull to turn you into his perfect puppet.
No better than a plaything. A doll to be dressed up in his very own dollhouse.
"I-I-" You stammered, but shit, when he was stuffing you so full, you couldn't find enough sanity left to string coherent words together. Left writhing and whimpering as his cock rocked and rutted into all your favorite spots.
"You what? Want one?" He teased, your heart hammering faster at the idea of actually being pregnant.
Carrying his child while you were still confined to this room.
Would he be so overprotective to confine you to the bed next?
"It's okay if you don't know," he cooed, his soft voice pitching lower while the hand on your thighs slipped down so he could have fun with your clit next.
Massing it with intention, drawing rough circles over the sensitive bud while he clicked his tongue at you again.
"That's why I have to take care of you," he continued, pressing down harder, his cock pistoning back in with more force, making sure you didn't even have the air in your lungs to tell him that you didn't need to depend on him.
You loved Suguru.
But the only way he knew how to love you back was to suffocate you. You knew you were his world. He just had to make sure he was yours.
Perhaps you were a fool for thinking that you'd be able to find a way to express that to him. To change a man who already made up his mind.
"I love you," you started, swallowing hard as you tried to gather your focus enough to get the right words out this time, get him to see your side.
But then his lips were connected with yours, barely parting enough to breathe, "I love you too."
His hips slammed against yours harder, his fingers working faster, your stomach tied together in knots as the pressure pushed you to a precipice you knew you'd fall from.
"C'mon, princess, cum for me," he groaned in between kisses, swallowing your moan as your body unravelled for him in a bright burst of pleasure. Stars you sorely missed splotching across your vision as you scrunched your eyes shut, feeling him buried to the hilt as something warm started to fill you up.
Had he-
"I hope it's a girl," he muttered, half-collapsing on top of you. His forehead pressed against yours as he sucked in heavy breaths, his cock still throbbing as his cum leaked out inside you. "Or twins."
"Twins?" You echoed, dazed as you blinked up at him.
"That should keep us busy," he smirked, one corner of his mouth curling up higher than the other as he refused to pull out. Still lodged deep inside you like he wanted to make sure his seed took.
He readjusted you, pulling your legs down so he could lay on top of you fully, his firm chest pressed against your softer one, his calloused fingers caressing your cheek as he looked at you with that lovestruck stare you'd grown accustomed to.
Had it always looked so sly?
Or were you starting to piece together something you missed once the haze of sex started to dissipate?
"I'll always keep you safe."
As your lover? Your knight? Your warden?
You still weren't sure which when you woke up the next morning. The smell of sex and sweat still sticking to your skin as you rubbed your exhausted eyes and rolled over with sticky thighs.
The left side of bed was empty.
Only a warm spot where Suguru was supposed to be. Had he gone to make breakfast? Perhaps decided to spare you of more discussions of raising children in this lonely room?
You pulled the covers up to your chest as you sat up, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you stared at the ghost of your past life in the form of furniture and books you used to enjoy before you read them a hundred times.
A piece of paper was left on the nightstand, a small note you supposed Suguru must've written for you, neat letters informing you that he'd be out for the day and he left meals pre-made for you on a tray outside.
Maybe on a different day, you might've found it sweet.
But an idea sprouted in the back of your head, blooming quickly enough that you were scurrying over to your dresser to find something to throw on, hurrying to get dressed before opening the door to find the tray he mentioned.
Instead of taking a bite, you just brought it inside - and slipped back out.
Bracing yourself for the long walk down, holding your breath as you crept down the stairs, a lump in your throat that seemed to get larger with every step you took.
You refused to look at the bottom.
Slowly making your way, attempting to remind yourself that with each step you took, you were another one closer to a way out.
It wasn't like you wanted to run away.
Not really.
You doubted your family would take kindly to you returning. Especially not if their unwed princess came with the unexpected baggage of a child they'd consider a bastard. With a man of no noble blood or important background.
But you were sure that you'd die if you didn't get some fresh air soon, wither and rot up there in your single-windowed cell.
The end came into sight - the last stair just a few feet away, your feet scampering down as your excitement started to bubble over, your head snapping up to the-
Door?
There was nothing there.
Just stone walls with no way in or out.
Was it magic? Some seal on the outside that stopped anyone else from intruding on something they shouldn't?
You were simply stuck.
And you sincerely doubted any prince would be coming to save you.
a/n: feel kinda meh about how this one turned out but hope you guys enjoyed anyway <3 reblogs + comments always appreciated
WOAAAHH!!! this was so so good i am at a loss…. i truly was not expecting to feel the things i am feeling rn. just woah… suguru is so blatantly manipulative & reader feels like she’s quietly falling apart and simultaneously buying into his fantasy love whilst knowing that she’s never going to escape him. the point where u go “you’re his whole world. he just wants to make him yours, too.” or smth to that effect… WOW!!!! there’s a quiet sick obsession there and the reader is a bird in a cage and we don’t know if suguru’s telling the truth & no one’s looking (if she’s so easily replaceable and suguru is the only one to love her enough to keep her to himself) or if he’s lying (so she’ll eventually think of nothing but him—why would she leave, when he’s the only person that cares?) and living in that limbo is such an agonising concept… schrödinger’s captive indeed!!!!!!
just such a beautiful fic ,,, i will be rereading this later bc omg!!!! u have such beautiful prose, every word flowed into the next beautifully and my attention never waned for a second. u suspended the reader so well in that moment in time, u can’t help feeling her hopelessness & convoluted feelings abt everything. just wow.
꩜ – FRAT PRESIDENT SATORU GOJO (and the shy girl he's obsessed with!)
(18+) HEADCANONS :: – frat!gojo x innocent!reader, college au, smut, dom!gojo, handjobs, praise, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, slight dub-con
frat president!satoru, who’s used to every type of girl at his party except you, all big eyes, wandering around his house like you didn’t know what to do. he’s asked suguru to offer you everything under the sun in the last thirty or so minutes — a drink, a smoke, a joint. you just politely decline, shaking your head so prettily.
frat president!satoru, who swears he’s just got an ego when he decides he’ll be the one to show you all of that and more. he could do it if suguru couldn’t, if no one else could.
he starts off all nice, walking you to all your classes, offering his sweaters in the lectures you had together (which he only started attending for you), buying you lunch and listening to your cute little rants about your worst profs.
frat president!satoru learns that you like being held when he’s the first one to find you after an exam you swear you’d failed. he doesn’t get it ‘til he’d realized your eyes are all glassy, so shiny as you peered up at him with wobbling lips, trying not to cry in front of him.
frat president!satoru loves the way you’d just melted into his arms after that. he calls you easy to his friends for it, but something inside him never wants to let go whenever you’re willing to press yourself into his chest, wherever you’re willing to do it.
frat president!satoru, who asks you what you’re wearing all the time and sends even prettier things to wear to your dorm when he thinks you can do better.
frat president!satoru, who’s spiraling at night, jerking off to your contact photo, wrapping his large hand around his dick and pretending like it’s that sweet mouth of yours engulfing his length. he imagines how shy you’d be, lips parted wide, smearing pre-cum and replacing your candy lip balm. he wants you tasting like him, those soft cheeks drenched in his cum, eyes screwed shut until he’s all you can think about.
frat president!satoru likes making you need him, doting on you and driving you around like a princess, spoiling you until you frown whenever his hand isn’t on your hip, or whenever he dodges your calls for fraternity meetings. he likes the idea that you might become obsessed with him (like he is with you).
frat president!satoru, who’s grinning cruelly the minute you finally tell him, “you know, you do so much for me, I feel like I’m not doing enough for you.” in that small little voice of yours one day, while you’re tucked into his side at your apartment.
frat president!satoru, who’s never missed a meeting or a call until that day, when he’s finally got you whimpering shyly in his lap while he gently mouths at your neck, tasting that perfume he’s been searching online for for weeks, whispering about how he’s so grateful you wanna help him out, how sweet you are for making it up to him too even when you didn't have to.
but he’s been waiting for weeks, you’re all soft and impressionable on him, and he’s not letting a moment of your kindness go to waste.
frat president!satoru guides you with a husky voice when he teaches you to spit in your own palm and wrap your smaller hand around his cock, nearly shivering at the contact — “make me feel good, pretty girl, it’s the least you can do.”
frat president!satoru, who just chuckles at the fact that you’re all nervous, looking up at him as if asking what to do next, just for him to wrap his palm around yours, engulfing it entirely. he groans lowly as he moves your palm up and down on his already-hard length, bottom lip catching between his teeth at how warm your hand feels against his dick.
“shit, just keep it like that, baby, up and down…”
frat president!satoru, who kisses you slow when you gasp at how he bucks up into your hand, keeping his own wrapped around it while desperately attempting not to just use you, jerk himself off with your tiny little fingers, maneuver you down and slam himself deep into your tight cunt. “hah — fuck, gorgeous, y— you’re good at this, huh? so good for me, so fucking cute…”
“i’ve never done this before,” you admit into frat president!satoru’s mouth, hushed and breathy like it’s a secret. he wants to fucking laugh, but he’s cut short by a low hiss as you thumb at his slit without him having to teach you, making him lose his mind piece by piece. shit, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?
“am — am I doing okay, satoru?”
frat president!satoru has nearly had enough of patience when you say that. shit, he bites down into your lip without even realizing, hand tightening around yours when you whimper. and it’s barely enough to notice at first, but he pumps your hand around him faster, growling into your mouth at the way your fingertips flex around his length, making a slick! sound that echoes across the room.
“you’re — shit, just like that — doing perfect, baby. so perfect.” frat president!satoru groans into your throat, even though he’s using your hand like a fuck toy now, smearing his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva all over his huge dick, bucking his hips up into your plush skin like a glorified fleshlight.
the only one he’s dreamed of in the past few weeks, at least.
frat president!satoru gets off on how eager you are to match his pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks to purse your pretty mouth open for him as he spits down your throat and relishes in your confused little whine. he doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s gripping your hand now, forcing you to jerk his cock faster.
“that’s it,” he pants into your lips, “just let me have you, okay? hah— so good, shit, you’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”
“satoru—” your voice is a wet dream, how it feathers off around the edges and breaks like you’re not sure.
frat president!satoru groans at the sound of your confusion. “been, fuck, thinking about this, baby. want you creaming on my cock next, yeah? or maybe it’s — haah! — too big for your first time. gotta — shit — prep you first.”
frat president!satoru spills into your hand with one last rough stroke of both your hands around his length, gasping low with his tongue down your throat as he finally lets your hand go. he watches the way your palm shakes, eyes dark, lifting your cum-covered fingertips to your mouth without thinking. and he thinks you won’t do it, until—
your sweet fucking tongue darts out to lick experimentally at your own fingers, and satoru thinks he’s gone to heaven.
frat president!satoru, who can’t help himself when he’s grabbing you by the waist now, laying you flat on your back and coming up to slot his knee between your thighs, committing the way your face scrunches up in both confusion and pleasure to memory. he thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing in the world, and he wants you broken in every way possible until you can’t fuck any other guy without imagining his dick.
“thank you, baby,” he grins against your neck. “can i make you feel good now?”
frat president!satoru, who decided he’d never let you fuck anyone else anyways the moment you'd nodded.
