✧˖° 18+ | Suguru being so sweet when you can only handle half his cock
Suguru is so patient with his sweet, shy girlfriend who still can't take all of him even after a few times together.
every single time, without fail, your small hands end up pressed flat against his abs, keeping him from sinking in all the way. and he never pushes it—just watches you with those dark, half-lidded eyes while you're already making such a mess on just half his cock, whimpering and clenching around him like you're trying so hard to be good for him.
"that's it, baby," he murmurs, one big hand covering both of yours on his stomach, holding them there. "take what you can. don't hurt yourself." but his voice is strained, jaw tight, because fuck—you're so wet and tight and he can feel you fluttering around him, and he wants nothing more than to just sink in deep and stay there.
you're babbling apologies, face hot with embarrassment because you can see how much of him is still outside, glistening and dripping with you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, 'm trying—"
"shh, none of that," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, so sweet it makes your chest ache. "you're doing so well, angel. look how good you're taking me already." his thumb finds your clit and you gasp, back arching, and he groans when you clench down hard. "there you go. just like that."
he starts moving in shallow thrusts, just working the half he can fit, and it's already so much—the stretch, the fullness, the way his tip keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. you're soaking him, obscene wet sounds filling the room, and you want to die from how embarrassing it is.
"listen to that," he breathes, eyes dark and focused on where you're connected. "making such a pretty mess on my cock, baby. getting me all wet." his hand slides from your clit to your hip, gripping tight. "think you can take a little more for me? just a little?"
you nod frantically even though you're not sure, because you want to be good for him, want to give him everything. he pushes in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face the whole time. your hands scrabble against his abs but he's stronger, holding himself there while you adjust.
"breathe, sweetheart," he coaxes. "that's my girl. so fucking tight for me. you're perfect, you know that?"
and even though you still can't take all of him, even though your hands are still trying to keep him from going too deep, he looks at you like you've given him everything—like you're everything—and somehow that makes the embarrassment worth it.
Hello 👋 Will you be making misleading pt. 3 or did you decide to leave it unfinished? I remember keeping an eye out for it and I would remember you from time to time. I thought I took a screenshot of your username but I couldn't find it and decided to dig through my reblogs. Thankfully, the jjk angst smaus have been scarce so I was able to find you in my reblogs quickly and see that you're still active. I hope it makes a comeback but if it doesn't I'll be checking occasionally to see if you reply to this ask. Anyway, I want to say thank you for making it. I'm a huge fan of angst and that was the only genre I enjoy. I remember I looked forward to your updates. We're in a drought here in angst smau land since around last year and many good creators have left 😔 There's still plenty of good angst fics but I don't have the time to read as many as I would like. Thank you for bringing me joy back then 🥹 Wishing you a good day and happy early spring 🌸
awww omg 😭 this is so sweet, thank you!!
so I did take a long break from writing after misleading pt. 2 and after a while I kind of assumed people probably didn't care about seeing pt. 3 anymore since it had been so long 😭💔 but I've been writing more recently and honestly asks like this make me want to come back to it for real!! you guys who've been here since that smau are literally my og's so I'll definitely try to figure out a pt. 3. No promises on a timeline but I haven't forgotten about it!!
and thank you so much for taking the time to dig through your reblogs to find me, that genuinely made my day 😭 wishing you a good day and happy early spring as well!! 🌸
Your husband is always touching you in some way; a hand on your lower back, fingers grazing your shoulder, lips pressing against your cheek. There was a place he loved the most, nonetheless, which was one he painfully had to resort touching upon only in private. Your breasts.
Reading in bed? He had one large hand beneath your top, slowly groping the flesh like a stress ball. Cooking dinner? He was behind you, both hands on your chest mumbling about his day into your neck. The worst thing about it all? It roused you up every time. Fifteen minutes into reading and your thighs were pressing together under the covers, rough fingers against your soft nipples making your breath catch in your throat. Half-way through serving dinner and you were unconsciously pushing your hips back against Hiromi, fighting back little moans and whimpers.
His mouth was the culprit of your melting, though.
Your eyes screw shut, fists enclosing around the soft material of the couch as Hiromi sucks your breast into his mouth, tongue flicking the nipple and giving it a teasing scrape with his teeth which elicits an involuntary gasp to fall past your lips. “Romi’,” you mumble breathlessly, one hand tangling into his messy hair.
His eyes peer up to look at you, licking a long strip up one breast. Your breath catches. Then you reach down, tugging him up by his belt and pulling it from each belt loop. He bites his lip to hold back a groan as you roughly shove his trousers down, freeing his pulsing cock from his boxers. And once you flip him over and sink down onto his throbbing length, veiny sides brushing against your walls, he releases a deep guttural groan in between your breasts. Even as you bounce on his thick cock, one hand is groping your breast, the other one victim to his unforgiving mouth that was currently spreading saliva all over your soft skin.
As he comes with his head tilted back, hips bucking up from the pleasure, he still makes sure that his hand never falls from your breast.
the people yearn for more neteyam stuff omg. the way you wrote him in the recent one was sooooo good. i keep going back to re-read it. side note - what are the odds you'd write for tonowari?
Tysmm it's still crazy to me people actually read/like my work 😭🩷 and idk, I never actually thought of him in that way to be honest. I do see the appeal though 👀 I'm definitely open to it. I'll keep it in mind for sure.
꒰ ℬ𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 :: hi everyone !! since privating my account, re-posting all my old reblogs is kinda annoying so i decided to make a compilaition (or two) of the fics i had reblogged !! my tags have changed and i don't want to go back and fix them, so here are all the jjk fics i have reblogged in the past !! part two for non-jjk fics will be coming soon꒱
꒰ ℐ𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝓚𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 :: ꒱
𝒢𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝒮𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
satoru and his foreign girlfriend | @/eraserbread
bath time | @/nanamisweetgirl
shy cheerleader!reader x football frat bro!satoru | @gojovxrse
nerdjo crying while fucking you | @crude-saint
roommate!satoru | @lumieros
welcome home | @/leclercloveletters
alpha satoru helping you through your heat | @/sweethearticism
meltdown comfort | @/sweethearticism
hair hybrid! satoru x bunny! reader | @/sweethearticism
gentle giant satoru | @veilofsixeyes
ferrari f1 driver! satoru with touch aversion | @/leclercloveletters
grinding with satoru | @viixa
catoru x puppy!reader | @cupidstrace
birthday boy gojo and his shy girl | @sweetieelilii (i love love loooooooove sweetieelilii's stuff)
honey pie | @creamcut
first kiss with nerdy bf satoru | @/nanaschef
𝒢𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝒮𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
painting his nails | @sugurusladyknightt~
naptime saboteur suguru | @/sugurusladyknightt
braiding his hair | @eraserbread
throat training with fwb sugu | @/eraserbread
braiding his hair | @eraserbread
panic attack comfort | @kiplex
softcore geto | @blair-kamo
robes and ramen | @satorus-princess
yearner! geto | @sunanami
bestfriend!suguru gets caught panty-handed | @rawkuna
you can only handle half his cock | @dumpstyy
comforting depressed suguru | @nanaschef
𝒮𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔 𝐱 ℛ𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
jealousy for satoru | @blossomsicle
threesome | @/blossomsicle
skincare with satosugu | @/blossomsicle
somno with satosugu | @0deathpainting0
double penetration | @mystt-mystt
cuck! gojo | @sevengeance
𝒯𝐎𝐉𝐈 ℱ𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
toji and his shy girl - fresh relationship | @lymtw
toji and his shy girl - the night before | @/lymtw
degradation gone wrong | @bluukive
crying comfort | @vyntrixx
toji fucking your thighs | @nanamisweetgirl
best friend!toji | @pinkiedickprint
sienna | @/leclercloveletters
off your shoulders | @snoopyuus
ℛ𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝒮𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀
lazy sunday | @leclercloveletters
cuteness aggression | @/leclercloveletters
cowboy!sukuna | @sukurena
inmate!sukuna | @gwonty
don't shave | @notmclovinn
how frat!sukuna & shy reader met + started dating | @/rawkuna
mean!sukuna x shy!gf!reader | @sixxels
𝒞𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝒦𝐀𝐌𝐎 + 𝒩𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝒦𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎
bad dreams ? | @feyrinnn - hehe silent hill mentioned
silly argument with nanami | @seasighss
ℳ𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈
how to be a good girl | @sweethearticism
bulking season | @viixa
WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+, Explicit sexual content, Neteyam x Human!OC (Lila), Established relationship/Mated pair, Spider replacement AU, Quaritch's daughter OC, Interspecies relationship (Na'vi/Human), EXTREME size difference (very unrealistic), Dom/sub dynamics (soft dom Neteyam), Praise kink, Orgasm control/edging, Water sex, Overstimulation, Begging, Detailed smut, Emotional intimacy through tsaheylu/the bond, Bi-racial OC (Japanese/Black/White heritage) WC: 2k+
In an AU where Neteyam survived, he's now 20 and mated to Lila, a human who grew up on Pandora in Spider's place. Daughter of Quaritch and a half-Japanese, half-Black woman, Lila never expected to fall for the eldest Sully son, much less become his mate. Tonight in their private cove, Neteyam decides to test her patience with a slow, torturous pace that has her begging—because even after all this time, he still knows her body better than she does. (Size difference is absolutely unrealistic but we're suspending disbelief for the sake of the fantasy.)
SPOILER A/N - You'd have to have watched Avatar 3 for Lila being able to breathe the air and bond via tsaheylu with Neteyam to make sense. But if you haven't and don't plan to, just roll with it! This is fanfic, and in this AU, it works. That's all you really need to know. 💙
CHARACTER REFERENCE: Using Jake's avatar form from Avatar (2009) as reference for how older Neteyam would look
IN THE WATER - SLOW & TORTUROUS
(Their private cove - Late at night)
The water is perfect tonight.
Neteyam stands in chest-deep water, and Lila is in his arms.
Warm, calm, glowing with bioluminescent life that lights up with every movement. The moon is full overhead, painting everything in silver, and the stars are scattered across the sky like diamonds.
At twenty years old, he's grown into himself completely—tall and powerfully built, all lean muscle and warrior's strength honed from years of training and surviving what should have killed him.
His skin is that deep, rich blue of the ocean at twilight, bioluminescent freckles scattered across his chest, shoulders, arms, and face like constellations. In the moonlight and bioluminescence, they glow steadily, pulsing faintly with his heartbeat. His face has lost the last softness of youth—sharp jawline, high cheekbones, strong brow that speaks of his father's genes. But his eyes are still the same warm amber-gold they've always been, maybe a little more knowing now, a little more confident.
His braids are pulled back from his face, some falling over his broad shoulders, wooden and bone beads clicking softly with the water's movement. He looks every bit the warrior and future leader he was raised to be.
But right now? Right now he's just hers.
Her calves rest over his forearms, her legs spread wide to accommodate his width. His big hands grip her ass, supporting her entire weight—all 120 pounds of her feeling like nothing to him. She's completely suspended, held up only by his strength, the water lapping gently at her lower back.
She's completely bare—no top, no loincloth, nothing between them. Just skin on skin, blue on gold-tan.
Her long brown curly hair is soaking wet, the thick waves plastered to her back and floating around her in the water. Even wet, it's beautiful—falling almost to her ass, framing her pretty face like some sort of ethereal water goddess. Her brown doe eyes are soft and dark in the moonlight, pupils dilated with arousal. Her long lashes are wet, clumped together, making her eyes look even bigger. Her small button nose, her full pink pouty lips already kiss-swollen from the making out they'd been doing before this. Her soft tan skin glows in the bioluminescent light, and her cheeks are flushed pink with heat despite the cool water. Those faint freckles scattered across her face stand out against her flushed skin.
Her body is on full display in the moonlight and bioluminescence. Full breasts with tiny rosy pink nipples peaked from the water and arousal. Her small waist that his hands could easily span. Her flat, toned stomach with defined muscles from years of training. Her full hips that flare out beautifully. Her round, perfect ass that fills his palms completely.
They're already connected—have been for the last ten minutes. His cock is buried inside her tight, wet heat, filling her completely. But he's not moving. Not really. Just slow, torturous lifts and drops that make her whimper with need.
He lifts her up slowly—so slowly—until just his tip remains inside her. Then he lets her sink back down with agonizing patience, impaling her on his full length inch by excruciating inch.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
So. Fucking. Slow.
At first, Lila was okay with it. It was intimate, romantic even. She had one arm wrapped around his shoulders for stability, her other small hand cupping his cheek tenderly. They were kissing deeply—slow, languid kisses that matched the pace of their joining. Her tongue sliding against his, tasting him, savoring him.
She let him set the pace, let him work her slowly on his big cock, trusting him to give her what she needed.
But now?
Now her wet, tight little pussy is soaked and clenching desperately around him, and she needs more. Needs faster, harder, deeper. Needs him to lose control and just take her.
She breaks the kiss, gasping against his lips. "Neteyam—"
"Mm?" He doesn't speed up. Just keeps that same torturous pace. Up. Down. Up. Down.
"Please," Lila breathes, her fingers tightening on his shoulder. "Please go faster—"
"No." His voice is calm, controlled, even though she can feel through the bond that he's struggling just as much as she is.
"Neteyam—" Her voice pitches higher, more desperate. "I need—please, I need more—"
"No." He lifts her up slowly, lets her sink down slowly. "We're going slow tonight, yawne."
Lila whimpers, frustrated. Her pussy clenches around him involuntarily, trying to pull him deeper, and she feels him groan through the bond even though his face remains calm.
"Please," she begs, and there's no shame in it. "Please, I need you to—to go faster, harder, I need—"
"I know what you need." Neteyam's voice is maddeningly composed. "And I'll give it to you. Eventually."
"Neteyam—" It comes out as a whine.
He just smiles slightly and continues that slow, steady rhythm. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Lila makes a frustrated sound in her throat and tries to move her own hips—tries to speed things up, to bounce herself on his cock the way she needs.
But the moment she tries, his grip on her ass tightens, holding her completely still.
"No," he says firmly. "I'm in control tonight. You take what I give you."
"That's not fair—" Lila's voice breaks on a gasp as he sinks her down particularly deep.
"Life's not fair, yawne." But his eyes are warm, affectionate, even as he tortures her with this slow pace.
Through the bond, Lila can feel everything he's feeling. The effort it's taking him to maintain this control. The desperate need to just slam into her, to fuck her hard and fast. The pleasure that's building in him with every slow stroke.
But he's holding back. Deliberately. Drawing this out for both of them.
"Rutxe," Lila tries in Na'vi, hoping the language will sway him. "Please, I need—"
"Ke," Neteyam responds. No. "Patience."
Lila drops her forehead to his shoulder with a frustrated whimper. Her hand slides from his cheek down to his chest, fingers spreading across his skin, feeling his heart beating fast despite his calm exterior.
He continues that slow rhythm, and Lila can do nothing but take it. Can't control the depth or speed. Can't move her hips. Can only hold onto him and accept what he's giving her.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
It feels good—Eywa, it feels incredible—but it's not enough. Her body is screaming for more. Her pussy is clenching desperately, trying to milk him, trying to encourage him to move faster.
"Neteyam, please—" She's begging openly now, no pride left. "Please fuck me properly—"
"I am fucking you properly." His voice is infuriatingly calm. "Just slowly."
"I'll die," Lila gasps dramatically. "I'm going to die if you don't—"
"You won't die." But she feels amusement through the bond mixed with his own desperate need.
"I will. I'll die of—of frustration—" Her voice breaks on another whimper as he lifts her agonizingly slow.
"Then die," Neteyam says, but his tone is tender, affectionate. "I'll bring you back."
Lila makes an incoherent sound of frustration and buries her face in his neck, her whole body trembling with need.
He keeps going. That same pace. Never faster. Never harder. Just steady, torturous, maddening.
Five more minutes pass. Then ten. Lila has given up begging—it clearly isn't working. She's just clinging to him now, whimpering with every slow stroke, her pussy gushing around him, making obscene wet sounds even in the water.
"You're doing so well," Neteyam murmurs against her hair. "Taking it so perfectly."
"Hate you," Lila gasps, but there's no heat in it.
"No you don't." He can feel through the bond that she loves him desperately. That despite the frustration, she trusts him. That part of her even loves this—being helpless, being at his mercy, having no control.
"Neteyam—" Her voice is small now, broken. "Please. Please, I can't—I need—"
Through the bond, he feels her climbing toward something. Feels the pleasure building in her core despite—or maybe because of—the slow pace. Feels her body preparing to come even though she's fighting it, wanting more first.
"I know," he says quietly. "I can feel it. You're so close, aren't you?"
"Yes," Lila sobs. "But I need—I need you to—"
"You don't need anything but this." His voice is firm but loving. "Your body knows what it needs. Let go, yawne. Let it happen."
"Can't—not like this—need more—"
"You can." He keeps that steady rhythm. "You will."
Lila whimpers, her nails digging into his shoulder, her other hand fisting in his hair. She's trembling all over, her pussy clenching rhythmically, her body fighting between needing more and needing to come.
"That's it," Neteyam encourages. "Feel it building. Feel how good it is even like this."
And he's right—she can feel it. That coil of pleasure tightening in her core, spreading through her whole body. Different from the sharp, fast pleasure of hard fucking. This is slow, building, consuming.
"Neteyam—" His name comes out strangled.
"I've got you." He doesn't change his pace. Just keeps that same slow, deep rhythm. "Let go. I'll catch you."
"Please—" But she doesn't even know what she's begging for anymore.
Through the bond, he feels her right on the edge. Knows she's about to come. Knows this slow build is about to shatter her completely.
And finally—finally—he speeds up.
Not by much. Just enough. Just a little faster, a little harder, giving her that extra push she needs.
Lila's head snaps up, her eyes flying open wide. "Oh—"
"That's it." Neteyam's voice is rough now, his own control slipping. His gaze is locked on her face, amber eyes dark and hungry, watching her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen—and through the bond, she feels that he means it. "Come for me. Let me feel it."
And the dam breaks.
Lila's orgasm hits her like a tidal wave—slow-building but absolutely devastating. It rolls through her body in waves, each one stronger than the last, pulling her under, drowning her in pleasure so intense she can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but feel.
Her pussy clamps down on him like a vice, rhythmic pulses that milk his cock. Her whole body convulses, back arching, head falling back.
The sounds she makes are desperate—high-pitched gasps and moans, broken whimpers, his name sobbed over and over. And then—when another wave hits—an involuntary squeal that echoes across the water, high and helpless and perfect.
Through the bond, Neteyam feels all of it. Her pleasure crashes into him with the force of her orgasm, and it's too much. He can't—
He speeds up properly now, moving her faster on his cock, chasing his own release. His grip on her ass tightens, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"Lila—" Her name tears from his throat.
She's still coming, still clenching around him, still making those sweet desperate sounds. Her arms wrap around him fully now, holding on for dear life as he uses her body to chase his pleasure.
Three more thrusts—deep and hard—and he comes with a roar that startles the night birds from the trees.
His cock pulses inside her, flooding her with heat, and through the bond they feel it together—his pleasure mixing with hers, creating that feedback loop that makes them both cry out.
Lila goes limp in his arms, completely boneless, her whole body shaking with aftershocks. Small whimpers escape her throat with each pulse of pleasure.
Neteyam holds her close, one hand moving from her ass to cradle her against his chest. His other arm wraps around her waist, supporting her completely as she trembles and shakes.
"I've got you," he murmurs, pressing kisses to her wet hair. "I've got you, yawne."
"That was—" Lila can't finish. Can't find words for what that was.
"I know." He can feel it through the bond. The overwhelming intensity. The way it built and built until it shattered her completely.
They stay like that for a long moment—him still inside her, her wrapped around him, both breathing hard. The water laps gently around them, the bioluminescence glowing brighter from their movements.
Finally, Lila lifts her head from his shoulder to look at him. Her face is flushed, her eyes glazed, her lips swollen. She looks thoroughly wrecked.
"I really hate you right now," she says, but her voice is fond.
"No you don't." Neteyam smiles, brushing wet curls away from her face.
"Fine," Lila concedes. "I really hate that you were right."
"About?"
"That I didn't need more. That slow was..." She trails off, blushing deeper. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."
Pride surges through Neteyam, echoing through the bond. "I know your body, yawne. Know what it needs even when you don't."
"Apparently." Lila shifts slightly, and they both gasp as the movement reminds them he's still buried inside her. "Can we... stay like this for a minute?"
"As long as you want." Neteyam adjusts his grip, making sure she's comfortable, secure in his arms.
Lila settles against his chest with a satisfied sigh, her arms around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. Through the bond, he feels her contentment, her satisfaction, her overwhelming love for him.
"Thank you," she murmurs against his skin.
"For what?"
"For knowing what I needed. Even when I was fighting it." She presses a kiss to his neck. "For being patient with me. For making it perfect."
Neteyam's chest swells with emotion. "Always, yawne. Always."
They stay in the water for a while longer, just holding each other, letting the gentle waves rock them. Eventually they'll need to go back to their marui, clean up properly, maybe eat something.
But for now—for this perfect moment—they just are.
Warnings - NSFW / 18+ ONLY (SMUT not much plot), Explicit Smut, Riding, Slight Size Kink / Size Difference, Possessive Behavior, Established Relationship, Kinda rough
A/N - YES I KNOW It's giving Cory's upload schedule, but I didn't forget about you guys trust 🤞
I tried my besttt to get todos personality, but he's kinda hard to write for. We need more Todo smut 🙏
POST-MISSION
They'd gotten back from the mission two hours ago.
Grade 1 curse, eliminated efficiently. No injuries. Successful operation.
They'd filed their reports with Yaga, showered separately (barely—Todo had wanted to join her but she'd insisted on efficiency), and ended up in his dorm.
Which led to NOW.
Y/N straddling his lap, completely bare, bouncing on his cock with desperate need.
Todo laid back against his pillows, hands on her waist, watching her with INTENSE focus. His dark eyes tracked every movement, every expression, cataloging her reactions with the same analytical precision he brought to combat.
She was BEAUTIFUL like this.
Her body on full display—breasts bouncing with each movement, nipples hard and begging for his mouth. Her waist that his large hands could almost span completely. Her full hips and that round, perfect fucking ass that his hands gripped possessively. Her hair cascading down her back, framing her delicate fucked-out features.
Those doe eyes were glassy and hazy with pleasure, barely focused. Her nose was tinted pink. Her cheeks were flushed that beautiful shade that meant she was close. Those pouty lips were swollen from his kisses, parted as she gasped for air.
She looked DESTROYED.
Perfect.
The size difference was obscene from this angle. Her small body impaled on his substantial cock, struggling to take all of him, stretching around his thickness. Every time she lifted up, he could see her wet little pussy gripping him, coating his length with her arousal. Every time she sank back down, she gasped like she was being split open.
Because she was.
"That's it," he encouraged, voice rough. His hands on her waist guided her movements—up, down, rythm. "Take what you need. Use me. My body exists for YOUR pleasure."
"Todo—" Her voice broke on his name, stuttering as she tried to speak. "I can't—it's too much—"
"You CAN. You ARE. Look at you—taking every inch of me. PERFECT."
She whimpered, small hands pressed against his chest for balance, fingers digging into his muscle. She was bouncing desperately now, chasing her pleasure, her movements getting less controlled and more frantic
"Oh god—oh god—"
"Don't stop," he commanded. "Keep moving. Show me how much you need this. Need me"
Her wet little pussy slid up and down his length, making obscene sounds that filled his room. She was soaked, her arousal dripping down his cock, coating his balls, making a mess of his sheets.
He loved it.
"You're so wet for me," he observed, thumbs stroking her hipbones. "Your body responds PERFECTLY. This is what proper compatibility looks like—complete physical harmony."
"Can't—think—" she gasped, grinding down on him, seeking friction against her clit.
"Then don't think. Just FEEL. Surrender to it. To THIS. To US."
His hands moved from her waist to her ass, gripping those perfect cheeks, squeezing. He used his grip to guide her movements more forcefully now—lifting her up and pulling her down HARD, impaling her on his cock with each thrust.
She cried out, her rhythm faltering.
"That's it. Let me help you." He was getting more desperate now, his control starting to slip. She felt too good. Too perfect. Her tight little pussy gripping him like it was made specifically for his cock—which, in his mind, it WAS.
"Todo—please—"
"Please what? Tell me what you need."
"I don't—I can't—just—More—"
He sat up suddenly, changing the angle, pulling her flush against his chest. One arm wrapped around her back, holding her steady, while his other hand stayed on her ass, still guiding her movements.
He captured her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss. Swallowing her gasps, tongue claiming her mouth the same way his cock claimed her pussy. She whimpered into the kiss, small hands flying to grip his shoulders as he continued moving her on his cock.
When he pulled back, they were both breathless.
His mouth immediately found her breasts.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth HARD, teeth grazing, tongue circling. She SQUEALED, her whole body jerking, small hands flying to his shoulders and gripping desperately.
"YES—oh god—YES—"
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention—sucking, biting, licking—while his hands forced her to keep moving on his cock. Up and down, grinding, taking ALL of him despite how overwhelming it was.
Her sounds got more helpless—whimpers and gasps and broken moans. Her hips were stuttering now, her movements becoming uncoordinated as pleasure overwhelmed her system.
"I've got you," he murmured against her breast. "Keep moving. Don't stop. You're doing PERFECTLY."
But she was struggling—too much sensation, too much pleasure, her body not cooperating anymore. Her movements became erratic, desperate but ineffective.
"I can't—it's too much—I can't—"
He released her breast, his mouth moving to her ear. "Then let me."
She buried her face in his neck, arms wrapping around his shoulders, clinging to him like a lifeline. She was trembling, overwhelmed, completely at his mercy.
Perfect.
His hands gripped her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Then he shifted his hips beneath her.
And started moving.
Pistoning his huge cock up into her from below, using her body, taking what he needed. His strength meant he could control her completely—holding her still while he fucked her, each thrust deep and hard and exactly where she needed it.
"FUCK—" she squealed against his neck, her whole body going taut.
"That's it. Take it. Take ALL of me." His voice was rough, strained with effort and pleasure. "Your pussy was MADE for this. Made for ME. Designed specifically to take my cock PERFECTLY."
She couldn't respond—could only whimper and gasp and hold onto him desperately while he used her little pussy exactly how he wanted. Her arms around his shoulders tightened, her face pressed into his neck, her whole body shaking.
"You feel incredible," he continued, not stopping his relentless rhythm. "Tight. Wet. PERFECT. Gripping me like you never want to let go. And you WON'T. Because you're MINE. This pussy is MINE. All of you is MINE."
"Yours—" she gasped out. "All yours—"
"SAY IT AGAIN."
"I'm yours—Todo—please—I'm gonna—"
"Then CUM. Cum on my cock. Show me who you belong to. Show me who OWNS this body."
He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars, and she shattered,.
Her back arched violently, pulling away from his neck as her orgasm crashed through her. Her hips stuttered uselessly in his grip as he continued fucking her through it. Her mouth fell open on a loud moan—his name, over and over.
"TODO—FUCK—TODO—"
Her whole body was shaking, trembling in his arms as pleasure overwhelmed every nerve ending. Her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, tight, milking his cock.
The sight and feel of her coming undone—HIS doing, HIS cock, HIS skill—pushed him over the edge.
"MINE," he groaned, thrusting deep one final time and holding her there as his own orgasm hit. "You're MINE, L/N. MINE."
He came HARD, filling the condom (he'd put it on before she'd started riding him—preparation was key), his whole body going taut as pleasure crashed through him.
They stayed locked together for a long moment. Both trembling, both breathing hard, both completely spent.
He pulled her into a slow, tender kiss—so different from the rough intensity of moments before. This was soft. Reverent. A thank you and a promise all at once. She melted into it, small hands coming up to cup his jaw.
Then slowly, carefully, he lifted her off his cock. She whimpered at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing, oversensitive and empty.
He disposed of the condom quickly and immediately pulled her back against his chest, holding her while they both caught their breath.
"Status report," he said after a minute, voice rough but concerned. "How do you feel?"
"Can't... feel my legs," she gasped against his chest. "Everything is... tingling."
"Good. That means I did my job properly." He stroked her hair, gentling her. "Pain?"
"No. Just... overwhelmed. In a good way."
"Acceptable." He kissed the top of her head. "You performed excellently. Taking control like that—riding me—that takes STRENGTH. Physical and mental. I'm impressed."
"You took over at the end," she pointed out, still catching her breath.
"Because you needed me to. Your body was overwhelmed. So I took control and gave you what you needed. That's what partnership means—recognizing when your partner needs support and providing it."
She snuggled closer, completely boneless against him. "I love you."
"I love you too." He tightened his arms around her. "You're extraordinary, L/N. In EVERY way. Your body, your mind, your SPIRIT—all of it. PERFECTION."
"You're biased."
"I'm observant. There's a difference." He shifted them so they were lying down properly, her still tucked against his side. "Rest now. We have training in two hours."
"Two HOURS?! Todo—"
"You'll recover by then. Your stamina has improved significantly since we began having regular intercourse. Adaptation in action."
She groaned: "You're terrible."
"I'm EXCELLENT. And you love it."
"...I do."
"Good. Now sleep. I'll wake you in ninety minutes. That gives you time to recover AND shower before training."
"You have everything planned."
"Always. Preparation is the key to success in all endeavors." He kissed her forehead. "Sleep, L/N."
She was already drifting off, completely spent and satisfied and happy.
Todo held her, feeling her breathing even out, her body going completely lax in his arms.
This was perfection. This moment. Her in his arms. The aftermath of their union. The absolute certainty that she was his and he was hers.
Mind, body, and spirit—UNIFIED.
Exactly as it should be.
"Mine," he whispered again, so softly she couldn't hear.
And then he allowed himself to rest too, still holding her, still protecting her.
ok because you definitely mention to satoru one time off-handedly about making a sex tape and he is so serious about it.
like you’re giggling when you tell him. you’re half-dressed and laying across his lap. “we should film it. get an onlyfans or something.”
he just freezes, then grins. “say less.”
“‘toru, no–”
“no, we’re doing it. lights, camera, action, baby,” he says as he pulls out his laptop, already shopping for a ring light.
next thing you know, he’s testing angles and moving everything around just to get the shot perfect. he’s posing you on the bed like a movie director. fixing your bra strap himself like he’s head of costuming. bites your thigh and leaves a mark for “aesthetics.”
then, he starts filming and it’s almost like a switch is flipped.
“c’mon baby– look at the camera. there you go. don’t cover your face, baby, let ‘em see how good i fuck you– that’s it, mama, fuck, you look amazing.”
one hand is holding the camera while he’s thrusting into you, and the other is pushing your thigh flush to your stomach, holding you open so he can focus his phone on the “money shot.”
the angle he’s going in is brutal– punishing even– and you’ve already cum after only a few minutes.
“who knew a camera got you so worked up, baby? just a little flash photography and you fuckin’ cum,” he teases, thumb moving to your clit. his mouth drops open when he looks at you, watching your mouth drop into a moan and seeing the white on your knuckles where you’re grabbing at the bedsheets. “one more for the camera– c’mon, mama, we’re not done. want me to stop? huh? yeah, didn’t think so. you love this dick, huh?”
and when you finally finish, three orgasms deep and legs feeling like jelly, he runs his hand up your stomach, settling it on your throat and giving it a squeeze before panning the camera back down, zooming in on where his cock is still stuffed inside, his cum starting to leak out. his thumb moves over your clit lightly again, and you can hear him chuckle when you spasm, clenching down on him. then he turns the camera to himself– smug, hair messy, and his chest littered with scratches and crescents from where you were grabbing him while he destroyed your guts.
“and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you make a star.”
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An- I hope you guys like bc it took SO long 😭 there's so many iterations of this bc every time I'd reread it, I'd start hating it and start over 😭
You’d woken just past six. too early for a day off, but you had a reason.
It was Toji’s birthday.
And you wanted to surprise him before he could shrug it off like it didn’t matter. He wasn’t the sentimental type, but you knew his tells.
How he always finished his plate when you cooked, how he pulled you closer in the mornings and stayed there without a word. He might never ask for anything, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like being taken care of.
So you crept out of bed while he was still asleep, quiet on bare feet as you made your way to the kitchen. The soft sounds of batter sizzling, bacon crisping, eggs frying in the pan. You squeezed fresh orange juice because he always said the store-bought kind tasted like watered-down bullshit.
You arranged it all on a breakfast tray: a golden stack of pancakes, thick-cut bacon curled perfectly at the edges, two over-easy eggs still steaming, and a tall glass of juice sweating against the wood.
By the time you returned to the bedroom, the sun had started to rise, spilling warm light through the curtains.
And there he was.
Toji Fushiguro, out cold. Shirtless, one arm slung behind his head, the other resting low on his stomach. The sheets had slipped down to his hips, boxers riding low, showing off hard lines of muscle and skin marked with old scars. His chest rose and fell steady, relaxed in a way you rarely saw. Dark hair messy from sleep. Jaw clenched just slightly. Lips parted, breathing deep.
Still. Heavy. Warm.
You stood there for a second, just looking at him.
Then you set the tray down on the nightstand, eyes never leaving him.
“Baby…” you said softly.
No answer.
“Toji,” you tried again, voice warmer now, coaxing. “Wake up…”
Still nothing.
So you climbed onto the bed.
Your tiny grey pajama shorts slid up your thighs as you straddled him, your tight dark tank top hugging your curves, the fabric clinging to your skin with every shift of your hips. Your hair spilled over your shoulders in soft waves, framing your face. Doe-eyed, lips plush and pink, still swollen from sleep. You looked like something dreamt up just for him.
You leaned down, bracing your hands against the sheets on either side of his head.
Then slowly, tenderly, you began to press kisses across his face.
One to his temple.
Another to his cheek.
The slope of his nose.
The edge of his jaw.
A soft brush over the corner of his mouth.
You didn’t speak, didn’t rush.
Just kiss after kiss. Your warm lips ghosting across his skin, affectionate and slow, like a secret being whispered in a language only the two of you understood.
And then finally
he stirred.
A slow shift beneath you. A soft sound from deep in his throat. His brows pulled together faintly, and one of his hands twitched against the sheets.
His hand moves first. Sliding up your thigh, fingers warm and slow, dragging along your skin like muscle memory. Not fully awake yet, but already touching you.
“Mm…” His voice is gravel, rough with sleep, barely more than a rumble in his chest. “The hell you doin’ up so early?”
You smile, brushing your nose against his cheek before giving him one more kiss—right between his brows.
“Happy birthday,” you whisper. “I made you breakfast.”
He blinks up at you, lids heavy, eyes dark and still unfocused. But he sees you. Sitting on top of him in that tiny tank top, shorts barely hanging on, hair soft and messy around your shoulders. That sweet look on your face.
Too fuckin’ cute for six a.m.
His hands find your hips now, both of them, broad and firm as he squeezes. One thumbs under the edge of your shorts, the other pressing into the dip of your waist.
“You made breakfast?” he murmurs, voice still thick from sleep.
You nod. “Mhm. Pancakes, bacon, eggs. And I squeezed the oranges myself. No bullshit. Just how you like it”
That proud little smile on your face.
His eyes shift to the tray. Like he’s just now registering it. Then back to you.
He doesn’t say anything..
Just stares.
It hadn’t hit him right away.
The breakfast tray. The juice. The quiet way you’d smiled and said, “No bullshit. just how you like it.”
But when he sat up, sleepy and shirtless, rubbing his face while you babbled about the bacon being extra crispy and the pancakes being golden and not burnt this time, it started to settle in.
You’d listened to him.
Not just the obvious things. Not just the shit he joked about. But the little things. the stupid little preferences no one ever gave a fuck about before. The things he said offhand, grumbling in passing, not expecting anyone to care.
And you remembered.
Squeezed the oranges. Woke up early. Smiled at him like he was worth the effort.
He didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.
So he did what he did what he knew to do best.
you’re folded beneath him legs pushed up high legs thrown over his shoulders, thighs pinned tight to your chest. His thick cock buried deep, pounding into your soaked cunt with a steady, brutal rhythm.
You’re gone.
Eyes glassy, mouth falling open in silent gasps, fingers twisted in the sheets like you can hold on to something, like he’s not already deep enough inside you to ruin anything else that might’ve mattered.
“Toji—ah—Toji—”
He shushes you, voice hoarse, his breath ragged as he leans over your body and drives in deeper. harder. hitting that perfect spot again and again, relentless.
“Too fuckin’ sweet,” he mutters, jaw tight, sweat dripping off his brow as he keeps you pinned under him. “Wake me up, make me food, squeeze my fuckin’ juice—fuck—you’re too good to me, baby.”
You barely hear him. You’re crying out now, choked little sounds slipping past your lips with every thrust, every brutal drag of his cock against your g-spot.
“Don’t even know what that does to me,” he growls, hands pressing your thighs tighter against your chest, keeping you open, helpless, ruined just for him. “You don’t get it, huh?”
You shake your head, eyes wide and glossy.
You really don’t get it, can’t process a word he’s saying. Can barely breathe with how full you feel. His cock splitting you open, his weight pinning you down, his voice dripping right into your bones.
“I gotta fuckin’ keep you,” he snarls, hips snapping harder now, the sound of skin on skin loud and filthy in the room. “You hear me?”
Your back arches, body jolting with every thrust, your pussy fluttering tight around him as you sob out something broken and soft. maybe his name, maybe just noise.
He bends lower, mouth against your throat.
“I said I gotta keep you.”
You barely nod. just a little broken dip of your chin, your head lolling as your eyes roll back.
You can’t speak. Can’t think. Your voice is nothing but soft, shattered whimpers, slurring through the tears and the overload.
“M’s—so c-close,” you gasp, the words tumbling out high and pitiful.
Your sweet voice is wrecked now, babbling out nonsense as your pussy grips his cock tighter. Your soaked walls fluttering around him, squeezing down like your body’s trying to pull him even deeper.
Toji growls, hips slamming into you with rhythmless force now, hands holding your thighs wide and open for him, his cock dragging right against that perfect spot.
“Cum on my cock, baby,” he grits out. “It’s all fuckin’ yours.”
You nod again. stupidly, desperately. as your hands claw at the sheets, back arching hard.
“Y-Yes—yes, yes—” you cry, every syllable cracked open with pleasure.
Then you break.
Your whole body jerks, cunt clenching in hard, pulsing waves as you cum. hard. all over him. You gasp, sobbing his name as your pussy tightens around him again and again, soaking him, dragging him deeper as your body trembles with every wave of heat.
“I—I love you—” it slips out between breaths, raw and cracked and real.
“Oh my g—god, I l-love you so much—”
Toji groans like the words hit him square in the chest.
“F-fuck—” he chokes out, his thrusts getting rougher, more desperate, his jaw clenched tight. “You feel so good—too good—gonna make me fuckin’ cum—”
You’re still shaking, gasping his name as his cock throbs inside you and then he’s there too, buried deep as he spills into you with a guttural groan, his voice wrecked.
“Fuck, baby—I love you too.”
He says it like it hurts. Like it’s being torn out of him.
But he says it.
Not in passing. Not half-muttered.
He holds you close, cock twitching as he fills you, thick and hot and perfect inside your fluttering cunt. His breath fans against your shoulder as he rocks into you one last time, strong arms wrapped around your trembling body.
Still moving. Still inside.
Still holding you like he never wants to let go.
It’s later, after your body's gone soft and quiet, after he’s cleaned you up and you’re tucked into one of his shirts, that he finally lets himself settle.
Toji is laid back against the headboard with you curled in his lap, your legs draped over his, your body wrapped in one of his shirts, sleeves falling past your wrists, collar slipping off your shoulder. You’re warm. Quiet. Blinking slow and soft with every sleepy breath.
And Toji— Toji just sits there, feeding you forkfuls of the breakfast you made him.
A bite of pancake. Syrup still warm. He watches your lips wrap around the fork, thumb brushing your thigh as you chew. He eats too, but only after you do. Like none of this matters unless you’re taken care of first.
His arm stays snug around your waist the whole time, hand spread low over your stomach. Holding you steady. Holding you close. Like you’re still trembling from the way he split you open and maybe you are.
“You always gonna spoil me like this?” he mutters, voice low, eyes half-lidded as he nudges the fork between your lips again.
You nod. Barely awake, barely anything, but you smile as you chew.
His hand slides under the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, rubbing slow circles into your skin. You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.
He exhales deep, slow, almost like it’s hard to say out loud.
“I love you.”
You blink up at him, eyes wide and a little glassy, your voice small as it slips out between breaths.
