Muszáj erről írnom, de csak magamnak szóval magyarul lesz ez.
Most, hogy megláttam egy barátom üzenetét akivel évek óta nem beszéltem. Nagyon közel álltunk és igazából én még mindig nagyon nagyon közel áll a szívemhez. Április végén kaptam az ütenetet, de én nem voltam aktív akkor. Pár napja valamiért elővettem a régi telefonom (amiről írom most ezt). Láttam, hogy rajta van még a tumblr, gondoltam megnyitom, hiszen évek óta nem jártam az internet sarkában amit régen annyira szerettem. Csodás emlékeim vannak 2020-23 évekről innen. Az értesítés buborék ott volt a villám sarkán, de nem teljes hülye módon nem nyitottam meg, hiszen miért is kéne? Biztos csak egy régi repostomon egy like.
Amikor észrevettem, hogy nem ezen a blogon volt értesítés azt hittem, hogy csak bug, hiszen Veled nem beszéltem évek óta. Miután elolvastam az üzeneteket amiket kaptam Tőled be kell valjam, egy picit bekönnyeztem. Nagyon sokrszor gondoltam Rád az évek során amíg nem beszéltünk, mindegyik emlékem megmelengette a szívemez.
Ma amint felfogtam mi történik válaszoltam, és azóta óránként nézem, hogy visszaértál e.
Nagyon remélem, hogy kedves volt veled az élet és mindent megkaptál amit szerettél volna. Annyira örülnék, ha megkapnád az üzenetem és megismerhetném azt az ember aki lett belőled! Azt is annyira várom, hogy én mesélhessek neked, el tudjak dicsekedni arról, hogy mindent elértem amit szerettem volna!
Nekem is annyira megmaradt az emléked bennem, azok az éveket jó volt veled átélni!
You are still one of the best people i know, and I, too, hold memories of our friendship close to my heart. I hope someday i get to share who I've become with you ❤️
content: popstar!reader x actor!sukuna - you had been quite infatuated with ryomen sukuna. unbeknownst to you, the feeling was mutual. if you were obsessed first..how come he was so much worse?
ryomen sukuna. oh, you knew him. everybody knew him in fact, though you felt you knew him better than anybody else. you were his biggest fan, an obsessive freak hidden behind a glittery mic and a sparkly smile. everyone knew you..but did he know you? that was the only thing that really started to matter in your life, him.
what kind of slacking agency would let the world’s most cherished pop star fall in love with a husk, disaster of a man? he was a cigarette, and you were the poor, poor, addict. cigarettes..he always held them so nicely. the way his lips pursed when he blew out smoke, the way he held them so effortlessly and lazily in his hands. the most mundane things appealed you when it came to him. more so, how you couldn’t figure him out.
sukuna wasn’t misunderstood, it’s just that he simply couldn’t be understood. some interviews, he was rash and gravely—others, he was kind or seductive. confusing his fans and the whole film background in general had become his reputation, his mission.
maybe that’s why he had so many fans. what kind of girl wouldn’t obsess over a badass, ripped actor? such a silly thought, and yet you got yourself foolishly caught up in it all. knowing of his existence was what halted your entire life, your entire career. your agency wasn’t to blame, well, you had only yourself to blame. that and another person.
shoko—your manager.
she really set you up there. the day she showed you a movie starring ryomen sukuna was the day your whole life crumbled and contorted into a core of obsession and yearning. your dreams had completely shifted, it was shameful and worrying how much he influenced what you did.
“are you seriously making me watch a romance film? since when were you into that stuff?” you teased, your arms trapping a pillow against your chest. mandatory movie nights were a system you set up! that way, boring managing talk wouldn’t ruin your friendship with her. it was shoko’s turn to pick a movie, and you weren’t pleased! well, yet.
shoko blew spoke out of her pink lips, like some sort of beautiful humidifier. “maybe it’ll inspire you to write something other than sad, doomed music.” she angled, the tips of her lips quirking up in preparation to wrap around her cigarette. how cunning. “plus, i think there’s an actor you’ll like in there. he’s totally your type.”
now that caught your attention. you raised an eyebrow, easing the grip on your plush pillow to a gentle embrace. “i didn’t know it was my manager’s job to hook me up with some actor.”
shoko huffed out a laugh, accompanied by smoke, of course. “you’re cute. you’ll have to put in the work for this one.” she said, almost informing. she pressed play on the movie, and the previous pit of dread in your stomach had lifted a bit.
not even ten minutes in and you were ruined. this was easily the sexiest guy to ever bless your eyes—was he real? what kind of ritual-love-spell was put into the air while creating this creature? your eyes were blown so wide it made you look like a goldfish, your entire frontal lobe was shattering and rebuilding itself in the most self destructive way. shoko dabbed at the drool trickling off your bottom lip before you even realized it was there.
“hot, right?”
“i’d suck him dry, shoko. dry.”
a startled and delighted gasp left her. “you’re ridiculous! get in line, sweet pea.” she laughed, patting your head. “maybe you should dm him or something?”
“you want me dead, miss manager.” you sighed. trying to snatch the remote from her. “turn this off, i’m jealous of the female actress.”
shoko easily clicked off the movie, unaware of the turmoil she had caused.
but..what about sukuna? did he know you? why, of course he did! his best friend, satoru gojo, could be blamed.
sukuna had been invited to collab with some kind of cigarette company—being that famous for smoking is quite an impressive feat! he was in the dressing room letting gojo assist him with his hair.
assist was a pathetic way to describe gojo, the man was scrolling on his phone and leaving his friend to struggle. stalking girls on instagram was clearly a priority..evidently he didn’t know he was best friends with the biggest stalker on earth. sukuna couldn’t even growl out a complain about gojo’s uselessness before he was interrupted.
“dude, have you seen this chick?” he asked, proceeding to..not show his phone. greed! “she’s a pop star, sexy as hell—i’m telling you!”
sukuna, meanwhile, was putting gel in his hair in a way only he could make look so furious. “show me the damn phone then, dumbass.” he reached behind, snatching it for himself while gojo squawked like a bird.
pulled up on the screen was your instagram, to which sukuna’s features tightened at. you were stunning—more than that. more than anything he’d ever seen. he never really busied himself with girls and recent times, he was more known for that at the beginning of his career. but this was different.
lust, heat, desire, obsession—it all swirled low in his gut like a twisted flame. his feelings were a black hole, and he found himself unable to resist it. how he developed obsession was peculiar. usually, such feelings would take time to develop, at least more than ten seconds. but just from seeing a photo of you, sukuna knew. he knew that he’d have you one way or another, that, he was confident in.
“holy shit.” he breathed, gripping the phone so tight gojo was sure he’d be at the phone store later on his behalf. “a pop star, you said? how the hell do i not know of her?”
gojo looked down, the visible boner in sukuna’s pants made a shit eating grin form on his lovely features. “i mean, she’s not really your type, man.” he shrugged, making no attempt to snatch the phone back. “maybe you should dm her!”
sukuna clicked his tongue, sending your account to himself before handing the phone back. “does your head live in your ass?“ he rubbed his head, ruining his practically manufactured hair. “..i’ll consider.”
“maybe you should consider getting rid of that tent in your pants before shooting a commercial. unless that’s your guest speaker.”
“maybe i should CONSIDER shooting YOU!”
it got quite messy from here. since the day you discovered him, you binge watched every movie he starred in, even ones he had a single scene in. though, those weren’t common. if sukuna was in a movie, he was the whole plot. that was in your favor.
late at night, you found yourself with your hand between your thighs, replaying was scenes from his movies over, and over, and over. your lyric notes would lay discarded elsewhere completely, neglected and unimportant. you’d go until your thighs shook, until your cunt felt numb and achy. you’d imagine it was him that made you so sore, instead of your stalking self.
god, how you wished it was you. how you wished it was his bare chest pressed against yours, how you wished it was him filling up your needy pussy so nicely instead of your cold fingers. the desire to hear how he actually moaned was unbearable. you envied those actors, so much. but when you pretended it was you, it almost numbed it—just enough to let you cum.
was sending him a photo of your wet pussy too far? maybe your refrain on that.
on the other side, whenever sukuna heard a song of yours, all he could wonder was how that pretty voice of yours would sound moaning. were you loud? quiet? high pitched? breathy? he had to know, just had to. he started refusing to do sex roles in fear he’d imagine the girl as you, and totally wreck them. your posts, your interviews, he studied them. did your face on his computer screen count as studying? even when he’d shoot loads of cum on it?
talk shows, interviews. messy. messy. messy. you even found yourself pathetically releasing a single about yearning for somebody. how utterly foolish you had become.
you wanted him to ruin your life. but the truth was, he already did. subconsciously.
but then the letters came, from both sides. you sent them first, anonymously, secret admirer style. surely he’d discard them as another random fangirl trying to get in his pants, but you didn’t mind. you told him how obsessed you were with him, how you needed him so bad the ache became physical and settled between your thighs—ah! new lyric idea!
you told him that you watched every one of his movies, that you were tempted to show up at his house, that you’d build a music career off him. safe to say, you were losing it. and shoko didn’t know a thing, thankfully. you’d be in deep shit.
gojo was going through sukuna’s mail one day, just out of nosy curiosity. he picked a stack of your letters, unopened. he carefully peeled back the paper to reveal messily written love confessions—and maybe crime ones too.
“yo, ryomen.” he waved the paper up, “you’ve got a true fan here, dude. she’s obsessed.” his eyes found the paper again, reading the part about music. “call me crazy but..i think it’s that popstar you’ve been drooling over. she’s talking about making music dedicated to you.”
that got his attention. he whipped his head around so fast the muscles grew taut and achy. “let me see that.” the paper was out of gojo’s grip on seconds, as sukuna’s eyes read over every like.
music. make music about him—no way. “holy shit, you really think it’s her?” god, he was a fucking animal. his pants were already starting to feel uncomfortable. “fuck, god i hope she’s stalking me. that’s the only stalker i want.”
gojo huffed out a laugh, though it was mainly disbelief. “jesus, man. you’re twisted.”
you managed to get through another tour successfully—as in..no visible mishaps apparent to the public!
a letter you had received replayed in your mind for a shameful count of hours. it was a love letter, the idea was that this guy wanted to have sex with you, which wasn’t unusual. the catch was, he talked about making a movie with you. a movie? but what if he just meant porn? something in your soul was telling you that you struck gold anyway, to follow your delusions
the after party. one you’d been looking forward to. drowning your feelings in alcohol had never appeared so enticing. you wanted forget the stress, forget him. forget the way his body looked, forget that sultry stare of his. a few drinks down, and you found yourself in the same spot.
“nice show, sweetheart.” a gravelly voice echoed behind you—a voice you couldn’t mistake for anybody else. your soul tied husband.
you whipped around so fast the fruity drink in your glass spilled over the edges. you were in the presence of sukuna, the man you had been dreaming of, the man who had consumed your life by just existing—and you were utterly frozen. “oh my-holy shit-!” you gaped. “ryomen sukuna?! what are you doing here?”
no, this wasn’t real. did the bartender lace your drink? surely he was just there for the fun of the party..though the tension swarming him like a swarm of wasps made you doubt it. you were getting in your head again.
sukuna couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you—the girl he practically tracked down. that wasn’t the right word, every move was intentional. he’d been watching you for awhile, he documented every tour date, every plausible after party, absolutely any way he could get his hands on you. and there you were, looking even better in person. his facade was careful and constructed, he didn’t let the fact he was reeling show on his face at all.
“i happen to be a fan.” he held his cigarette near his lips, his signature. “y’kickin’ me out?”
“no—god, no!” did you seriously say that out loud? fuck! “i-im so surprised you’re here! i wasn’t expecting this at all. thanks for being a fan..” how awkward.
he snorted, taking a drag of his cigarette. you wished his lips would purse around your clit like that. shameful. “are you a fan of me?”
a fan? you declared him your husband—soulmate, even. “big fan.” you replied.
he smiled, smoke permeating through the air between you like some sort of love spell, a spell neither of you needed. so you did know him..that was good. “big fan, huh? i’m honored, you look gorgeous.”
your clit jumped in your panties at that, this couldn’t be real. the club started to feel unbearably hot, all the heat settling in the one place it shouldn’t. “why thank you!” you smiled sweetly, hiding the way you eyed him up and down like a piece of meat. meat you wanted to tear into. “i could say the same about you. did you dress up for me?”
sukuna seemed appealed—almost worryingly so. “why? would that please you?” his voice was a purr, fuck, how maddening. “maybe i did. i can’t say i didn’t plan on seeing you here.” plot was a better word, but he didn’t say that out loud.
your heart immediately started racing, every thump rattling every nerve and flaming vein in your body. “planning on seeing me? do you want an autograph or something?” you giggled, trying to recover from your inner turmoil.
“nah..” his ringed fingers twitched and ached to find the warmth of your body. “no, more than that.”
a pause.
“y’happen to write letters, sweetheart?” there was a grin plastered on his sexy face, though it looked unhinged and eager. how odd, usually reading the kind of confessions you put in those letters would deeply disturb someone, but not him.
oh, you were so fucked. how did he know? were you that obvious? your body pushed for even a sprout of shame to eat at you, but..there was none. no, it wasn’t shame you felt, it was excitement.
you didn’t care at the time you wrote it, since you never thought you’d encounter him like this, let alone be confronted. that was the difference between you and sukuna. he knew he’d encounter you, knew you’d find out it was him that said all those things—and that’s why he did it.
“yeah..i happen to write letters quite often, actually.” you admitted, the inside of your cheek caught between your teeth.
“is that right?” a grumbly laugh left him, the sheer expanse of his smile made you sure it’d snap. “i do to.”
you’re face visibly contorted. the pure shock and disbelief in your eyes had changed into something that mirrored his own. obsession wasn’t a strong enough word, but the tension that settled there could make your glass shake.
“wait, you—“
“—yeah, baby. i write you too.” somehow, he had gotten close to you. his usual cold eyes absorbed every wave of excitement you could offer. “is it true? you wish you could do a sex scene with me in a movie?”
a thick glob of saliva forced its way down your throat with an audible gulp. you quickly tried to recover, despite the fact your whole body burner with so much thrill you were sure you’d catch fire. “is it true you want to hear how i sound when i moan?”
his grin was all teeth and dark satisfaction, it settled in his gut like poison—poison he had created with his own thick, obsessive thoughts. it was like a curse brewing inside him, ready to destroy everything in his life he’d worked for. he was a king of curses in that way.
“touché.” he laughed behind his glass, the bob of his throat when swallowing was like some sort of sick hypnotic practice. “if i knew it was you stalking me, i would’ve come sooner.”
if you knew it was him sending those letters, you would’ve sent him nudes already! one of those practiced laughs left your body, the kind you’d let yourself give out like candy during something like a talk show.
“well you’re here now. so..now what?” you asked, setting your drink down. your full attention was on him, which was something he clearly liked.
“now what? you’ll give me your number so we can arrange something.” he wasnt asking, this wasn’t a request. it was scary how aware he was of your feelings towards him. you were being perceived with more intensity than your PR team. his ringed hand found your lower back easily, god, it took everything in you to not pounce on him.
you plucked the pen you’d been using to sign things off the open part of your dress, dragging the tip down his chest. he wore an open buttoned shirt, so naturally you wrote your number in the dead center. “call me.” you winked, as if this wasn’t everything you’d been waiting for. that cool minded facade could only be held for so long, so you found yourself speed walking towards the bathroom to scream.
and just like that, you had placed yourself in the palm of ryomen sukuna’s hand—just like you wanted. but things didn’t settle down from there, oh no, it only got messier. it was only a matter of time before the rumors started to spread, social media had a way of pairing celebrities together based on appearances alone. was that why there were edits and fanarts of the two of you? or could everyone feel the same tension you could?
what you weren’t expecting was sukuna to be all on your case like he was your new manager. he texted you all day long, and if you didn’t respond he’d start to call you. one date turned into two, then three, then four. how you didn’t end up in his sheets by then was beyond you, though you were unaware of the need he had to worm his way into your brain first.
this whole situation was basically permission for him to completely invade your life. he’d send you photos from outside your window, commenting on how sexy you looked and how bad he needed you. when you’d find him, he would be there with some sort of gift for you—buying your affection as if your obsession wasn’t enough for him.
you had gotten used to many of his sides within the first week.
“why were you talking to that guy? i saw you eyeing him.”
“you’re so perfect, baby. the most important thing in my life.”
“send me another photo. i’m close.”
“i’ll fucking kill that bastard of a host. tell your manager you can’t do talk shows with guys anymore.”
he knew you were obsessed with him, yet he felt the need to come out on top anyways.
you weren’t much better, no, not at all. you made it a mission to be the number one priority in his life. not talking to him for even a moment filled your soul with dread, he was a drug you couldn’t quit.
“please hurry up, i miss you.”
“kuna i can’t focus please talk to me, i need you.”
“i’ll burn those other letters myself. get rid of them, you don’t need the attention of other girls.”
things he said started to influence everything you did. if he liked pink on you? suddenly, every post you made for a week straight would star a pink outfit. he liked a perfume you wore? the bottle would be empty in days. and god, you didn’t mind.
you ended up at his place again—of course you did. you were sitting on the couch with him, letting his hand lazily trace your thigh. your eyes found his crimson ones, and you seemed to reflect the same feeling.
“i want you to reject that role you were offered.” you said, “i can’t handle you being even fake romantic with another girl.”
like clockwork, he grinned. “is that right? such a jealous girl.” his fingertips bit into your skin, “if that’ll please you, i’ll do it.”
a smile finally crept onto your face. “i love when you try to please me.” it was true, he chased after your approval and affection like a dog. no matter how hard he tried to act like he was in power, he wasn’t in that way.
“i’d do lots to please you, baby.” he murmured, hand snaking further upward. that was also true, you couldn’t name a thing he wouldn’t do. the fire in his eyes had never once dimmed, not a single time.
you raised an eyebrow at that, placing your hand on top of his. “lots, huh? like what? quit acting?” you teased, but the way he didn’t laugh made you confused. surely he wouldn’t go that far, right? did he expect he same?
“i would.” he admitted, something more eager rising in his chest as he studied your face. “or, i’d make you feel like you’re one of the girls in my movies. make you feel so damn good you can’t think of jealousy, only me.”
he didn’t let you respond. “would you quit music to please me?”
that..was the question. you weren’t sure you would. your hesitance brought a cold to his eyes you hadn’t seen before. you ducked your head nervously, a practiced smile tugging at your features with even more practiced grace. “well..i’m not sure. music is my passion.”
that didn’t sit with sukuna. he wanted to be the first thing, he couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied. “i could give you more than that. passion can’t even describe what i could give you.”
you didn’t doubt him, but you played along anyway. “then give it to me, show me how much you should be worth in my life.”
somewhere between the lines, you ended up in his bedroom. he had you pinned against the door, unable to even make it to his bed first before overwhelming you. his lips were pressed urgently against yours, kissing you with so much hunger you almost couldn’t keep up.
his tongue massaged yours like he was trying to own it, map out what he intended to take full control over. he kissed you like he was trying to extract your soul through his lips, just so he could have it all to himself.
all to himself..that’s all he wanted. he’d give anything away to have that. he bit your bottom lip, tongue darting out to taste your metallic blood while sucking in your weak little gasps.
your fists were balled up on his chest, the fabric of his shirt caught between your fingers. his breath was warm, his saliva a sick poison you let him inject you with. drool dripped down your chin, oxygen hardly even entering your burning lungs.
he pulled away to let you breathe, his large hand covering the entire bottom half of your face. your eyes, that’s all he looked at. “god, such pretty eyes. fuckin’ lovesick, huh?” your nod only fueled him, “y’think you can handle me? that confident?”
you kissed his palm, which made him release his hold. “i trust you. and i want you even if there’s a possibility i can’t handle it.” god, it was like you were purposely handing yourself into a curse, one that would ruin the harmony of everything in your life and leave him there, on top where he belonged.
his smirk was sharp, all teeth and morbidity. “you shouldn’t trust me, baby. but the fact you do makes me want to do disgusting things to you. so keep fuckin’ trusting me.”
“i trust you, kuna.”
“i know you do, m’so damn glad y’do.”
he was kissing you again not even a second later, his tongue shoving its way between your lips to make you overwhelmed on purpose. your teeth clanked against his due to the sheer messiness and uncoordinated desperation between you two, though neither of you stuttered once.
you pulled away, attempting to sink to your knees. he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you upright. “ah, ah. where’re you going, sweetheart?”
a pathetic noise left you, half whimper, half sob. “please—“ another sob, “please, please i wanna suck your dick. pleaseletmesuckyourdick—!”
sukuna laughed, almost mockingly so. “oh? you wanna suck my cock?” he queried, his hands mapping out your body direly. “m’not done with you yet.”
his hands fisted the fabric of your shirt, before ripping the fabric clean off your body. there was no time to mourn your shirt. his hands found your breasts easily, kneading them in his palms carefully. “i’ve always wanted to touch you right here. right on these sweet nipples.” he breathed, pinching your left nipple between his pointer finger and thumb enough to make you yelp.
he grinned wolfishly at the noise, his other hand continuing to toy with your other tit. “always wondered how fuckin’ loud you’d shriek when i played with them.” he pinched again to prove his point, making you squeal, “jus’ like that..”
“e-ease up, god!” you panted, but not once did you move away. this was everything you wanted, more than that.
in seconds you found yourself looking down at the man you were infatuated with, since he had lowered himself down to catch your tit in his mouth. his tongue teased the hard bud of your nipple, sucking hard enough for you to suck in a hiss of air. his other hand moved down, groping your ass with so much eagerness you nearly stumbled forward.
it wasn’t long before your nipples started to feel sore, among other things. you weakly tugged on his hair, trying to pull him off. “k-kuna..i-i—mghh! can’t..” you whimpered, though your efforts were useless. he was like a blood drunken leech.
eventually he realized you were tugging on him, and pulled away from your raw nipple with a pop! he looked up at you with a lazy smirk, drool dripping down his chin. “sorry, sweet girl, got distracted.” he planted one final kiss between your breasts before standing up. “still wanna give me head?” he asked, as if he didn’t know. he was already palming his bulge.
you nodded almost desperately, your knees hitting the ground not even a moment later. your eyes found his from below, as you kissed on his clothed outer thigh. “can you take your shirt off? please?” you requested, already undoing his belt.
sukuna had his shirt over his head in seconds—anything to please you, right? by the time he looked down, you had already pulled his pants halfway down. he helped you get them off, before holding his heavy cock in his hand right before your airy face.
god, he was big. just like you imagined. it was enough to make your jaw ache from the weight, that much you knew already. enough to stretch you out and plug you up so good.
he slapped the tip against your face, spreading his precum all over your cheek as you whimpered. “you wanna please me, baby? want my cum down your throat?”
“i do, baby. so much.”
“then show me. take my cock like a fuckin’ slut.”
a whine left your dry throat at that, as your tongue darted out and slotted right on his sensitive slit. you kitty licked the tip, wrapping your lips around it just enough to make him groan. his hand easily found your hair, though he didn’t push you. peppered kisses were planted down the heavy length of his cock, your tongue tracing the veins as if to memorize their respective placements
“holy shit..” he breathed, running his fingers through your hair. “good girl..good fuckin’ girl. take me, baby. all of me.”
you looked up at him again, keeping eye contact as you took more of him. your head bobbed back and forth, and god, you made the filthiest slurping sounds. the heavy weight of him strained your jaw, but you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to.
there you were, your mouth stuffed full with the man of your fantasy’s cock. not once did you break eye contact, not with the way he was looking at you. his hand on your head urged you, making you find a quick pace.
sukuna groaned lowly, before pulling you off carefully. he watched desperation and devastation flood your irises, a string of saliva still connecting you to the head. “i want my autograph.”
your eyebrow visibly arched at that, what the hell was he talking about. you tried to put his cock back in your mouth, but he held you still, expecting you to answer. “y-yeah, okay, please just—kuna i wanna—“
“you’ll give me an autograph.” he said, eyes darting down, then back up to meet yours once again. “right on my dick, baby. sign your name there, it’s yours.”
your heart caught in your chest, drool dripping off your bottom lip inevitably. “mine..” you whispered, the feeling of his grip loosening on your hair was a sign for you to move again. he was right, it was yours. all of him was yours and yours only.
your tongue found the underside of his cock again, drawing lines of spit down every inch of them. the tip of the muscle grew taut, you closed your eyes to remember what your signature looked like.
sukuna tugged your hair once, tutting with that almost unsettling smirk on his face. “ah, ah, eyes on me.” he scolded, watching intently as tears gathered on your waterline.
a whimper left you at that, something that had become routine. your tongue started slowly tracing a path down his cock, signing your name right there, right where it belonged. it wasn’t visible, but he could feel it.
“that’s not right, baby. do it again.”
you did, a sob leaving your stuffed mouth. your tongue was starting to become tired and achy.
“no, try again. i have it memorized too, sweet girl. don’t you want to please me?” his voice was a mocking thing, and it was enough to make tears stream down your face.
eventually you got it right, though your tongue was numb and feeble. you bobbed your head slower, drool slicking your chin and everything else in its wake. he took the initiative to start thrusting into the warm heat of your mouth, that way you didn’t have to do any more work.
“jus’ stay still for me, let me..haah..d-do it.” he panted, groaning at the sight of your teary face. “so pretty crying f’me, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
perfect. so badly you just wanted to be perfect for him. hearing that praise did something to you—no it did a lot to you. with his words of praise, and his dick in your throat, you came completely untouched. you whined, eyes rolling back as your lips tightened around his intruding cock. your panties had become a soiled mess sticking to your dripping cunt. humiliating and sticky.
and oh, sukuna loved it. that just about doubled him over. “h-holy shit..mmh..you’re such a fuckin’ slut..” he husked, slamming into your throat hard enough to make you gag around him. the little convulsion of your throat did it for him, and he spilled spurts of cum all down your throat, painting it white with his sticky seed.
the feeling or his warm cum flooding your throat was everything you could’ve hoped for. you’d been stalking him for so long, analyzing him, watching him. wondering how he’d grace your tastebuds when you finally had him.
you pulled off his cock with a pop, a filthy string of cum and saliva departing you. it snapped onto your chin, to which he immediately wiped off with his thumb. his hand lingered on your cheek, evidently, the sight of you on your knees before him was enthralling.
naturally, you were zoned out. the only thing that snapped you out of it was when you felt your back hit the mattress. sukuna loomed over you like some sort of devil, nearly shrouding you.
“still with me?” he asked, patting your thigh. when he received your nod of confirmation, he smiled, pointer and middle finger hooking around the hem of your pants. “need to see what you’ve been hiding from me.”
you lifted your hips up to accommodate him, allowing your shorts to be slid down your shaky legs. if you actually allowed yourself to send that nude awhile back, this would be far less special. however, you didn’t see yourself getting in his sheets ever. life was surprising in that way.
the cold air cooling your slick cunt made you shiver against his hands, nipples hardened once again. but his expression was what really got you. his jaw muscles had grown tense and taut, his pupils were blown so wide he looked drugged. oh, he was ruined before even doing anything. pussy drunk without even indulging.
“fuckin’ hell..” he breathed, running the same two fingers through your sopping pussy as he did to discard your pants. he gathered your juices onto his fingers, the way you twitched against them made him groan. his tongue met them halfway, sucking them clean with so much vigor it made you whimper. his cock twitched the second he tasted you.
“such a pretty pussy, she’s crying f’me too.” he was grinning again, “my fuckin’ pussy, yeah?”
“y-yeah” you replied, writhing as he practically cupped your whole cunt in his hand like he was trying to extract it.
sukuna’s fingers teased your pussy, lubing up his fingers with your own slick. one finger pressed teasingly at your entrance, putting weight on the nerves just to see you squirm. as he slowly eased in one of his digits, you sucked him in greedily.
“tell me,” he started, slowly thrusting his thick finger in and out of your weeping hole. “how many guys have you had sex with?”
the question made you jolt—what was he talking about? “what are you—“ a squeal tore from you when he aggressively slammed back in, this time with two fingers.
“i don’t want to know.” he laughed, thumb finding your puffy clit. “they were practice for me, that’s all. did they matter to you?”
“..not anymore.”
“i like that answer, that’s my good girl.” he purred, curling his fingers deep inside your squelching heat. he pressed right up against your g-spot, sending your back arching towards him with a weak cry.
you watched with half lidded eyes as he reached off somewhere else, slightly upset you didn’t have his full attention. his hand returned, but with a phone.
instinctively your eyes widened—he wanted to film this? a rush of excitement flooded your quivering body, and you smiled at him. “y-you..haah..wanna film this?”
sukuna was delighted by your eagerness, slamming his fingers in hard enough to make you jolt. juices spilled around the base of where his skin met your leaking hole, god, what a sight.
“wanna have your moans for later. you know how hard i fuck my fist just to your face?” god, you didn’t know. but you wanted to. he pressed record, starting to finger you harder. the camera picked up all your sweet sounds, as well as the even sweeter sight or your fucked out face.
“fuck..mmh, god!” you whined, pushing back against his fingers greedily. “y-yeah..you said so in your letters.” you panted, loving the way he looked at you instead of your recorded self.
a strained laugh left his throat at that, his thumb pressing down on your clit and rolling it. “want you to sample these sounds baby, sneak ‘em in a song.” he groaned at the thought, grip on the phone tight, “can you do that for me?”
you nodded without hesitation, breathing getting heavier as he abused the perfect spot inside you with every curl of his fingers. “a-anything..i’ll do anything f’you..”
“yeah? even cum all over my fingers?” he asked, keeping his unfair pace steady. “give it to me, baby.”
“k-kuna!” you squealed, kicking your legs once more uselessly as you came undone. your walls clamped around his fingers, juices gushing out around the base. he fucked you though it until your foot was weakly pushing at his chest for mercy. the video was turned off immediately after your orgasm, he needed both hands on you.
sukuna extracted his fingers, filthy strings of slick following him. his hand immediately went to his cock, pumping it a few times and using your cum as lube. “y’ready for me, baby?” he asked, pressing the head against your overstimulated hole.
despite that, you still nodded, spreading your thighs further for him before wrapping them around his waist. as if to urge him inside you faster. “mmh..please..”
any other time, he’d probably make you specify what you wanted—but he needed to be inside you too bad for that. he slowly pushed in, the tip of his cock was thick and heavy, the stretch stung and made you suck in a hiss of air. “fuckkkk..!” you whined, panting as he filled your tight pussy to the aching brim.
sukuna groaned, pushing inch by inch until he was as deep as he could go. “so damn tight..god, what a perfect pussy.” he breathed, his hands grabbing at your hips. “s’this what you dreamed of? to be stuffed full of my cock?”
you nodded quickly, salty tears streaming down your cheeks. he leaned forward, collecting the droplets on his tongue—he couldn’t waste any of you. his lips stayed on your face, as if to butter you up before he ruined you. “i dreamed of it too. but unlike you, i knew i’d have you one way or another.”
he pulled out slowly, setting a leisure pace so he didn’t hurt you. he knew he was too big to get reckless. his tip dragged along your slick walls deliciously, kissing your cervix with every thrust.
“kuna…” you panted, legs tightening around him. “m’good now..you can—“ you were cut off by an almost punishing thrust, one that sent your tits bouncing and your back arching.
he began to fuck into you like an animal, each ruthless drive of his hips had you sobbing and clawing at his back helplessly. god, it felt so good. the feeling of him ruining you, the sound of skin slapping every time he fucked into you, all of it. it was filthy the way you moaned for him, long strings and chains of pleas poured out of you like a faucet.
“that’s it, baby. get loud for me.” he panted, sweat gulfing down his broad chest. he yanked your hips in tandem with his punishing thrusts, his cock pulsing and twitching whenever a tear fell down your perfect face. your cervix was practically taking a beating, the slurping sounds of you sucking him in only egged him on more.
the bed groaned and creaked below your connected bodies, the headboard banging against the wall in a way your senses didn’t even register. you kept eye contact with him the whole time, you hardly even let yourself blink. “k-kuna..f-feels so good..”
a teethy grin appeared on his face, and he didn’t even try to hide his moans. he was loud and unashamed. “yeah? tell me about it.” he demanded, clearly loving the way your voice cracked for him.
you wracked your brain for a thought, already cock drunk beyond belief. drool dripped down your chin, each brutal thrust forcing air out of your lungs and a moan from your previously cum painted throat. “mm..s-so deep..c-can feel you in my stomach..” you panted, a sharp thrust eliciting an even sharper cry.
sukuna looked almost fascinated, more so at the little bump that jumped on your lower stomach whenever he slammed back inside you. he pressed down on it, making you squeal. “mmh? feel that baby? i belong in this pussy. it was made for me, only me.” he panted, a crazed look in his eye.
it was too much, too overwhelming, too filthy. in a haze of desperation, you wiggled your hips, trying to escape the consuming feeling, to have a moment of mercy. but he didn’t accept that, no, he yanked you back on his cock so harshly you almost screamed. and you loved it.
“don’t run from it. is that why you wrote all those letters, stalked me?” his voice was condescending and oh so convincing, “just to run from my cock when it gets too hard to take?”
you whimpered at the mean turn he’d taken again, as he kept fucking you like he was trying to discard everything in you that wasn’t him. “n-no! no, i’ll take ittt!” your stomach tightened again, and you were sure it wasn’t from him pressing on the bump he was creating. “kuna..k-kuna i’m—c-close again..”
sukuna kept his pace, continuing to slam into you and wrack every bone in your body with every ruthless stroke. your juices were coating his pubic bone, spurting out like small splashes whenever he drove back in. “i know you are, you’re so damn obvious.” he chuckled, groaning at the way your walls grew even tighter somehow. “cum all over my cock, now. god..such a slut, my fuckin’ slut.”
you came again, your pussy convulsing almost wildly around his cock as your breaths came out in ragged, pleased sobs. but he didn’t stop—only for a moment, just to flip you over. you were on your hands and knees, hardly able to hold yourself up. your body felt utterly boneless, it didn’t help that you were so overstimulated it nearly hurt. but the feeling was numb whenever you’d feel his sweaty abs press against your back. you wanted to lick them.
your head hung low, but then your eyes caught something—one of your letters. a weak whimper left you when the recognition washed over your clouded senses—he still read them? in fact, there was a cum stain on the left hand side. “y-you—“
“—read it.” he ordered, cracking a sharp slap across your ass when you hesitated. his hips kept slamming into you, cock ruining your insides beyond belief. “read it out loud, baby. go on.”
you whimpered pathetically, tears clouding your vision. your face was a mess of desperation, tears, and drool—all poured an mixed together in a concoction that was perfectly sukuna’s. you squinted a bit, trying to read your sloppy writing.
“d-dear, sukuna..” you sniffled, “you don’t..know me..but i know you. we are smack! s-soulmates! i dream about..mghh! you e-every night, fuck-fucking myself asleep at the thought of being one of those girls in your movies.”
you felt his cock twitch inside you again, veins stirring the juices in your syrupy pussy. “keep going.” he said, slapping your ass again and listening to you wail. god, he loved how you cried for him.
“i-i want..want you t’ruin my life..i-i’d mmh..l-let you..” you panted, dark blobs starting to appear on the paper from where your tears fell—some hitting the cum stain. “n-no matter what it takes..m’gonna..make you all mine..”
that was enough for him. he pulled your head back by your hair, making you look over your shoulder at him. you sobbed pathetically, weak whimpers wracking you as he kept fucking your sore cunt.
“you still want me to ruin your life, baby? do you? answer me, do you?” there was an unhinged desperation in his voice, like hearing your answer would make or break his entire existence.
“mmhh—mhmm..!”
“use your words. say it, fucking say it. sweetheart. i need you to say it.”
“y-yes! p-please ruin my haah..life! r-ruin everything about me..!” you squealed, unable to even think anymore.
“then that song, the one with all those sweet noises you’re gonna make..” he started, voice so hoarse and grainy it was almost difficult to understand him at all. “it’ll be the last fucking song you release, you hear me? then we’ll go away, somewhere where i can have you all to myself.”
you nodded clumsily at that, god, it was your dream. at that moment, it felt like he was the only thing you needed in your life—above water, above oxygen. his cock pounding you ruthlessly made you feel so alive. “y-yes, yes, kuna!” you sobbed, “i’ll d-do it!”
an unhinged, guttural moan tore from his throat at that, everything he wanted was being given to him so easily. “that’s it, atta girl. maybe i should breed this tight little pussy right now.”
“y-yes! k-kuna please fill me upppp—!” your orgasm hurling towards you. you let out a loud, sinful cry, your release splattering all over his front and the sheets below you.
not even a second later, he buried himself to the hilt, and flooded your pussy with his warm cum. spurts painting your cervix like ownership, white trickling out of your hole where he plugged you up. you pulsed and clamped tightly around his cock, milking him for all he had.
you realized in that moment, even in that hazy mind of yours, you had placed yourself perfectly in the palm of ryomen sukuna’s hand.
you would just be another notch in Suguru Geto's bedpost - but he'd only be another one in yours
synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens
pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna
content: MDNI, band AU, rivals, multiple endings (happy ofc!!), angst and fluff and smut, friends with benefits, jealousy, pining, oral (m! + f! receiving), fingering, piv sex, toxic relationships, falling in love, Jin + Sukuna are twins, baby Yuji lol, Sukuna is terrible at feelings, threesome, sex tapes, soft dom Geto, sukuna is YEARNING and suffering, more tags to be found in individual chaps <3
setlist
track one: happiness is a butterfly
track two: burning desire
track three: is it wrong?
track four: in my feelings
interlude: million dollar man
track five: get free
track six: thunder
track seven: love song
interlude(ii): back to the basics
track eight: let it happen
track nine: lover, you should've come over
track ten: swing, swing
track eleven: some protector
track twelve: all I wanted
track thirteen: let down
interlude(iii): separate and ever deadly
track fourteen: big empty
track fifteen: hanging by a moment
track sixteen: everybody here wants you
track seventeen: the only exception
track eighteen: it's not over
???'s version
track nineteen: right here
interlude(iv): figured you out
track twenty: comedown
track twenty-one: lonely is the muse
track twenty-two: fences
track twenty-three: if you're gone
track twenty-four: parachute
track twenty-five: the air that I breathe
bonus track: dream girl (in shibuya)
???'s version
track twenty-six: I walk alone
track twenty-seven: mirtazapine
track twenty-eight: scotty (suguru) doesn't know
still loading...
???'s version
still loading...
bonus track: my own worst enemy
bonus track: hating you for christmas (to be released soon)
PLSSS HELP I THINK I LOST THAT ONE REALLY REALLY GOOD FIC WRITER im gonna sob THEY MADE THAT ONE NANAMI X READER STORY BUT IT'S A RETELLING OF ODYSSEUS AND PENELOPE
THEY MAKE REALLY REALLY GOOD HISTORICAL AUS
BRUHHHH I CAN'T FIND THEM I SWEAR I FOLLOWED THEM BCS I LOVED THEIR WORKS SO MUCH
do u guys know them... ppppperchance.... ૮₍ɵ̷﹏ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎ა
CW : This fic contains explicit sexual content, including oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, possessive behavior, and voyeurism tease, dominant/submissive dynamics, slight humiliation. Mature readers only.
prev | next | M. list
Chapter 29
You stayed nestled in Toji’s lap, legs draped over the couch, the TV casting flickering light across your faces. He had gotten unusually still after your little One Piece ramble, like he was quietly processing everything you'd said. His hand kept absentmindedly stroking your thigh in slow, idle circles. You could feel the heat of him behind you, steady and grounding. The plushie sat warm between your bodies, squished lovingly against his chest.
Then, after a few long beats of silence, Toji’s voice cut through, gruff and weirdly hesitant.
“…What’s your favorite color?”
You blinked, turning your head to look up at him.
“Huh?”
He cleared his throat. “Color. What’s the one you like. Most.”
You tilted your head, confused but amused. “Umm… I guess lavender. Or sage green. Soft colors. Why?”
He shrugged, looking away quickly. “Just askin’. Thought girls liked when guys remembered that kinda shit.”
Your heart fluttered unexpectedly.
Toji Fushiguro. Remembering colors.
He looked a little uncomfortable, like he was pushing himself through unfamiliar territory and unsure if he was doing it right. But he wasn’t stopping.
“…What’s your favorite food?”
You gave him a squinty smile. “Are you building a dating profile right now?”
He huffed. “Answer the fuckin’ question.”
You giggled. “Okay, okay. I like noodles. Like all kinds.… especially spicy ones.”
He grunted. “Noted.”
You were about to tease him again when another voice chimed in—from the hallway behind the couch.
Nanami.
He had just stepped in from the balcony and now stood with his arms crossed, watching the two of you with a raised brow and a sly little smirk.
“What’s this, Toji?” Nanami asked, voice light with humor. “Asking these typical-ass questions like a ten-year-old trying to flirt at recess?”
Toji rolled his eyes and immediately growled, “Shut the fuck up, Nanami.”
Nanami didn’t stop smiling.
“I mean, ‘what’s your favorite color’?” he mocked gently. “Are you gonna ask her what animal she’d be next?”
Toji huffed through his nose and grumbled, “I dunno what the fuck to ask. I don’t know shit like this.”
Nanami shook his head, amused, and started walking past the couch. “You’re lucky she finds you charming,” he muttered. “Anyone else would’ve laughed in your face.”
He paused at the hallway, glanced at you briefly—checking, as always, if you were okay—and then disappeared into his room with a soft chuckle.
The silence returned.
The TV kept playing, but neither of you were watching now.
You glanced up at Toji again. He still looked a bit annoyed, like he’d just been caught doing something embarrassing. But then his eyes softened slightly, settling on you.
“Lavender, huh?”
You smiled. “Yeah.”
“…Suits you,” he muttered, almost under his breath.
And then, a beat of silence.
A shift in the air.
His hand on your thigh stilled… then gripped.
His jaw flexed slightly as he looked down at you, lips parting like he was about to say something and then hesitating.
“Toji?” you asked quietly.
He cleared his throat again. “Uh… so… wanna fuck?”
You blinked. He blinked.
“…Damn,” he muttered, annoyed with himself, “Can I fuck?”
The words dropped so bluntly it made your cheeks go hot. You stared at him wide-eyed, the plushie still crushed between your chests like a little chaperone. Your lips parted, but nothing came out for a moment. The air had turned thick, but not heavy—just charged. Electric. Ridiculously awkward. Stupidly honest.
“I… I don’t mind…” you began, voice barely above a whisper, “… but…”
Toji tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. His hand was still warm on your thigh.
“…But from yesterday… I’m still sore.”
His gaze darkened subtly, but not in a cruel way—more like a flicker of something possessive, restrained. Waiting.
“And Geto… he, uh…” you fumbled, lowering your gaze, “he did something before you came back, so…”
You trailed off.
Toji blinked. Processing. His hand on your thigh didn’t move.
“…So?” he asked slowly.
“So… uh… can I rest today?” you mumbled, shrinking into his chest slightly.
A few seconds passed.
Then, a small grunt left his chest. Not frustrated. Just… accepting.
“…Fine,” he muttered. “I get it.”
You relaxed just a little.
But then his hand slid a bit higher, fingers splaying wide.
“…Can I then just eat you out or something?”
Your whole body froze.
“…What?” you whispered.
“Come on,” he groaned, dropping his head against the back of the couch like you were torturing him. “Give me something. You’re in my fuckin’ lap with a plush and that shampoo smell and those little shorts—what the hell am I supposed to do with that?”
You were crimson now.
“Toji—”
“I’ll be good,” he added quickly, eyes half-lidded and lips parted as he leaned down, nose brushing your neck. “No fingers if you don’t want. No rough. Just… lemme taste you a bit. I’ll make it nice.”
You whimpered under your breath, instinctively gripping the plush tighter.
The way he said it—so low and guttural, like a starving man negotiating dinner—sent a shiver down your spine. His breath was warm against your skin, his mouth trailing close to your ear now.
“Just wanna make you feel good,” he murmured. “Promise I won’t even ask for anything back. You can sit on my face and use me like a toy if that’s what you want.”
You felt your thighs clench automatically.
“Toji—”
He smirked against your skin, like he already knew he had you.
“…Come on, princess,” he whispered. “Let me have a taste.”
Your heart was racing.
Toji’s breath ghosted over your neck, each exhale making your skin bloom with heat. He hadn’t moved further—was just waiting, like a predator with patience, but his fingers on your thigh were twitching. You could feel the tension in him, the tight coil of restraint as he tried to hold himself back.
“Come on, princess,” he muttered again, low and hoarse. “I’ll be gentle. Promise.”
You didn’t know why his voice could make your knees weak even when you were sitting down.
Your thighs pressed together instinctively, and he noticed. Of course he did.
A smirk crept onto his lips. “That a yes?”
You swallowed hard. “O-okay. Just… just that.”
His eyes snapped to yours, hungry and bright, like you’d just given him permission to devour you whole.
“Fuck,” he muttered, shifting you in his lap like you weighed nothing. “Come here.”
Before you could even register what was happening, he was laying you back on the couch, moving the plushie aside carefully—almost comically gently—then tossing it onto the armrest like he was clearing space for a feast.
You stared up at him, your chest heaving, legs squeezed shut as you shyly fidgeted with the hem of your shorts.
Toji knelt between your thighs, big hands already sliding up your calves, then your knees, pushing them apart slowly.
“‘M' just gonna take a look,” he said gruffly, voice thick. “Relax. Lemme see you.”
You bit your lip, your whole face on fire.
You were still sore. Your body was still tender. But that didn't stop your arousal from pooling thick and hot between your legs the moment he pulled your shorts down slowly, dragging the fabric past your hips like he was unwrapping the softest, sweetest thing he’d ever touched.
He whistled low under his breath when he saw your panties.
“Shit, baby. These already wet?” he asked, voice dipped in dark amusement.
You covered your face with both hands, too mortified to answer.
He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss your inner thigh—soft, slow, deliberate.
“You're so cute when you're shy,” he murmured, kissing higher, just beside the damp spot on your panties. “Makes me wanna ruin you.”
You whimpered at that, thighs twitching as his stubble scraped your skin lightly. His hands were splayed on your hips now, firm and grounding, and then—slowly—he hooked his thumbs under your underwear and dragged them down.
You felt the cold air kiss your bare heat and squeezed your eyes shut harder.
Toji exhaled deeply like a man starved. “Look at this fuckin’ pussy. All soft and glistening for me.”
You mewled at his words, squirming beneath him, but he held you still with an amused growl.
“Uh-uh. Don’t run from me now, baby. You said yes. I’m taking my time.”
He lowered himself slowly, shoulders pressing your thighs apart wider until he was face-to-face with your most sensitive spot. You felt his breath first—hot, heavy—then the warm, slow drag of his tongue right through your folds.
Your back arched off the couch with a cry, hands flying up to grip the cushion.
“T-Toji—!”
“Shh,” he murmured against you, tongue dipping lower to tease your fluttering entrance before dragging up to flick over your clit. “I got you, pretty girl. Just feel it.”
And god—you felt it.
Toji didn’t eat cunt. He devoured it.
He licked you like he was tasting syrup, savoring every slick, sweet part of you, moaning into it like you were the best thing he’d had in years. His tongue circled your clit in slow, relentless laps, then dipped lower again, teasing you open.
You covered your face again, trembling, overwhelmed by the sounds—his tongue, his mouth, the obscene wet noise of your arousal—and the way he was holding you in place like you were dessert on a platter.
You tried to close your legs once, instinctively, but he just huffed.
“Spread,” he ordered, pulling your thighs open wider.
You squeaked, your body obeying instantly despite your embarrassment.
“That’s it,” he said approvingly, “Just like that. Pretty pussy needs room to breathe.”
He slid his tongue lower again, teasing your entrance with the flat of it, then pushed just a little in. You whimpered at the sensation, head thrashing lightly against the armrest, toes curling.
It was too much. Too good. Too Toji.
He kept going, switching it up every few minutes—sucking softly on your clit, then dragging his tongue flat and slow, then flicking fast and relentless until you were trembling under his mouth.
You were panting, your voice small and high. “T-Toji, I—I think I’m gonna—!”
“Yeah?” he murmured, voice muffled against you. “Then do it. Come on, baby. Make a mess on my face.”
He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, hard.
You broke.
Your body snapped like a bowstring, hips jerking up against his face as you came with a cry, legs trembling uncontrollably. Your fingers dug into the couch cushions, back arched, eyes squeezed shut as heat exploded behind your ribs.
Toji didn’t stop.
He kept licking you through it, gentle and teasing now, chasing every last twitch and tremble until you whimpered and pushed weakly at his head.
He pulled back with a low groan, lips and chin glistening.
“Fuck, that was pretty.”
You covered your face again, burning with embarrassment, your chest still rising and falling quickly.
He leaned over you, smirking down at your wrecked expression.
“Wanna sit on my face next time?” he asked, voice low and smug. “Bet you’d look so cute grinding down, making a mess all over me.”
You shook your head rapidly, face hidden in your hands.
“No? Not yet?” he teased, brushing a finger lightly over your still-sensitive clit, making you jolt. “That’s alright. I’ll just keep eating till you beg for it.”
He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, then moved up to your belly, planting slow kisses there too.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice softer now. “You taste so fuckin’ good, you don’t even know.”
You peeked at him from behind your fingers, your face warm and heart fluttering.
He wasn’t letting you go. Not yet.
And honestly… you didn’t want him to.
Toji hadn’t moved.
He was still between your thighs, spreading slow, wet kisses up your inner thighs like he didn’t want to let your taste go just yet. You were still trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm lingering in your legs, your tummy, your fluttering, overstimulated cunt.
But you could feel it.
The way his hands kept sliding up.
The way his breathing stayed heavy.
The way he looked at you—like he was still starving.
“Toji…” you whispered, voice small.
He lifted his head, eyes dark, lips shining. “Yeah?”
“I-I’m still a little sore…”
“I know,” he said softly, kissing your hip. “I know, baby. I heard you.”
Then his hand slid lower, fingers ghosting over your inner lips, brushing over your clit so lightly you gasped.
“But your pussy’s still dripping,” he murmured, watching the way your body reacted. “Slicked up so fuckin’ pretty. She doesn’t look like she wants to rest.”
Your legs tensed, but you couldn’t close them—he was already between them again, already watching you squirm like he owned you.
“Toji—” you whined, trying to sit up, but he only chuckled and pressed a hand flat on your lower belly.
“Let me make it up to you,” he said, leaning closer, lips brushing over the curve of your thigh. “Gonna be nice this time. I swear.”
You gave him a look—wobbly and unsure, cheeks hot, but your body was already betraying you, hips tilting just slightly up.
“Nice?” you breathed, skeptical.
Toji grinned, teeth flashing. “Nice enough you’ll forget you were ever sore.”
Then he leaned down—and spat on your pussy, the hot wet sound so obscene it made you gasp, thighs twitching.
He smirked. “That too mean?”
“Toji—!” you gasped, face buried in your hands, the heat in your core instantly returning, flaring hot.
“I’ll be sweet, I swear,” he said, slipping two thick fingers into your soaked, twitching hole. “Sweet and slow.”
You cried out softly, your slick walls clenching down at the sudden stretch. He groaned low, eyes locked on where his fingers disappeared inside you.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, “Still so fucking tight even after yesterday.”
He started pumping them—lazy, deep thrusts, curling just slightly. You whimpered, hips rolling against his hand before you could stop yourself.
Toji leaned closer, licking a slow stripe up your folds, his tongue meeting the motion of his fingers. Your legs shook.
“See?” he said hoarsely. “Still soft. Still sensitive. Still mine.”
You mewled, overwhelmed—his mouth, his fingers, his voice—it was all too much. You tried to protest, tried to warn him—
“T-Toji, I-I can’t—!”
“You can,” he growled, low and possessive. “You will. Gonna come again for me, sweet girl. Right on my tongue. I’m not stopping till you do.”
And he didn’t.
He sucked your clit between his lips, sloppy and hot, tongue swirling while his fingers kept that steady thrust, fucking up into you like he knew exactly where your weak spots were. You couldn’t stop crying out, hands gripping his hair now, your body arching into his mouth like a wave crashing over rocks.
“Too much—” you whimpered, “Feels too good—!”
He didn’t stop. Not when you begged. Not when you trembled.
Not until you came again, harder—back arched off the couch, toes curling, your whole body going taut and trembling as you sobbed his name.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned against you, licking you through the mess, his fingers still curling inside. “You’re so fuckin’ hot when you come like that.”
You lay there, boneless, panting, your cunt twitching around his fingers still buried deep inside you.
And then—you felt it.
The weight of his cock, thick and hot, resting against your thigh.
You opened your eyes weakly, catching him grinding against your leg like he was starving for friction.
“Toji—”
He paused, face flushed, pupils blown wide. “Can I?”
You hesitated, breath shaky. “It’s… still…”
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, voice raw and trembling. “Just a little. Please.”
And somehow—despite your trembling thighs, your sensitive pussy—you nodded.
He moved quickly, hands lifting your hips, guiding himself to your entrance, the thick head of his cock rubbing through your soaked folds.
Then—slowly—he pushed in.
You gasped, head thrown back, his size stretching you open inch by inch. He groaned above you, jaw clenched like he was holding back a growl.
“Fuck, baby… still so tight… you’re choking me.”
Your walls clenched helplessly, fluttering from overstimulation, but the slide of him inside you felt perfect. Too much, too good, too Toji.
He bottomed out with a low, guttural moan, then buried his face in your neck.
“Just a few strokes,” he whispered. “Just need to feel you.”
You nodded, tears stinging your lashes, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he started to move—slow, deep, overwhelming thrusts, each one making your back arch, your pussy clench around him.
He was groaning in your ear, filthy praises spilling from his lips.
“You take me so well… even after all that, still fuckin’ greedy, huh?”
You whined, nails digging into his back.
“Your pussy’s a slut for me,” he growled, fucking a little deeper now, “She’s never had enough. And you—you act all shy, all sweet—then you cream all over my cock like a little cumdump.”
Your moan caught in your throat, heat flooding through you again. You couldn’t even answer—all you could do was hold onto him, let him ruin you slowly.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, thrusts growing heavier, his voice rough and desperate. “Wanna see it leaking out when I’m done—wanna fuck it back in.”
You gasped, your body shaking. You were close again—again—even though you thought you couldn’t possibly come anymore.
“Toji—!”
“That’s it,” he growled, “Come with me. Fuckin’ milk me.”
And then—you did.
You shattered around him, eyes rolling back, your cry muffled in his shoulder as he spilled deep inside you with a rough groan, his hips grinding into yours as he emptied everything he had.
You were both shaking, panting, soaked in sweat and slick and heat.
He didn’t pull out right away. Just stayed buried in you, breathing hard, whispering against your skin.
“Good girl. You did so fuckin’ good.”
Your head spun.
You couldn’t feel your legs. Your thighs were sticky. Your pussy was throbbing. You were sore all over.
But you were smiling.
Because somehow, even in his messiest, filthiest state—Toji still made you feel like you were the only thing he craved.
You were still catching your breath, Toji pressed flush against you, his cock still buried deep inside your overstimulated cunt. The weight of him felt heavy, grounding—his forehead resting against yours, his palm cupping your jaw, holding you there like you were something delicate.
His voice was low and rough, brushing your lips.
“You okay, baby?”
You nodded, still too dazed to speak, your arms wrapped around his neck. His heart was pounding hard. He hadn’t moved, like he couldn’t bring himself to.
And then—
“Ooh?”
Toji froze.
You blinked up—your heart stuttering in your chest as Gojo’s tall frame appeared from his room, an empty water bottle in his hand, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.
“Well well well,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you went all soft with that plushie thing earlier. Look at you now—still buried in her like a goddamn caveman.”
Toji groaned, pressing his face into your neck, like if he ignored Gojo long enough, he’d disappear.
“Shut the fuck up, brat.”
Gojo laughed. “What? I’m just saying. It was kinda sweet, you know? The sniffing, the lap thing, the plushie. I thought I was witnessing character development. But nah. You just couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.”
You whimpered softly, turning your face into Toji’s shoulder, cheeks burning.
Toji just growled. “You’re so fuckin’ annoying.”
Gojo took a sip from his water bottle, then started walking off—only to stop mid-step when Toji added, almost casually:
“Hey. Don’t sneak into her room tonight. I’m sleepin’ there.”
Gojo choked on his water.
“What?” he gasped, turning back around. “No way. I’m the one who cuddles her. Right, princess?”
His eyes landed on you—sparkling, mischievous, waiting.
You looked down, squirming slightly in Toji’s hold, unable to meet his gaze.
“…Right?”
You didn’t answer.
“Woah.” Gojo placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “Betrayal. Actual betrayal.”
“She’s mine tonight,” Toji grunted, pulling you closer. “You can go fuck yourself.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow. “That’s not very cuddly of you.”
“I don’t do cuddly,” Toji snapped. “I do her.”
You made a choked sound, smacking a weak hand against his shoulder.
Gojo rolled his eyes, grinning. “Fine, fine. I see how it is.”
He turned, tossing the empty bottle in the kitchen bin on his way out. But just before he disappeared down the hall, he glanced back and added:
“You better hold her right, Toji. I’m still the king of cuddles in this house.”
Toji flipped him off without lifting his head.
Gojo grinned and walked away, humming.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your hands still tangled in Toji’s dark hair.
He finally lifted his head and looked down at you. “Still wanna sleep with me?”
You nodded shyly.
“…Even if I don’t cuddle much?”
You smiled, cheeks pink. “You’re warm.”
He huffed a short laugh, kissed your nose, and stayed right there—still buried inside you, like he had nowhere else to be.
Then he finally murmured against your temple, voice low and husky, “So… sleep?”
You gave him a shy nod, face still hot from all the teasing.
That was all he needed.
He exhaled, muttered a gruff “’kay,” then shifted with barely any effort—scooping you up into his arms. You clung to his neck instinctively, cheeks burning as he carried you out of the living room, down the hall, and into your bedroom.
He lowered you onto the bed gently, then kicked off his pants and crawled in right after you, trying his best to “cuddle,” even if he looked like he had no damn idea what he was doing. One of his arms slung over your waist. His face pressed into the back of your neck. Heavy, warm, possessive.
It was... nice. Sweet, even.
Until you remembered.
“W-wait!” you gasped, squirming out of his grasp.
Toji sat up instantly, annoyed. “What?”
“I need to shower,” you mumbled, slipping off the bed and grabbing your towel. “Just… just a minute. I’ll be quick!”
He watched you disappear into the bathroom, grumbling something under his breath.
Toji waited. Five minutes. Ten.
Fifteen.
At twenty-five, he got up.
At thirty, he padded down the hall shirtless, muttering, “The fuck is she doing, growing new skin?”
He stood outside the bathroom door and tried the knob. Locked.
“Hey,” he called, voice low, playful but rough. “You good in there?”
“Y-yeah!” you shouted back over the water. “Don’t come in!”
“Why not?” he drawled. “I’ve already seen every inch of you, baby.”
You nearly slipped trying to answer, “Please, just—just give me a minute!”
He groaned dramatically and leaned against the wall. “You said a minute. It’s been a hundred.”
“Go wait on the bed!” you whined.
Toji grunted and trudged back to your room, collapsing on the mattress with a thud, staring up at the ceiling like a man enduring the greatest trial of his life.
Time crawled.
Forty minutes.
Then finally—finally—the bathroom door creaked open.
Toji turned his head—and froze.
You walked in, skin dewy and flushed from the hot water, hair wet and clinging to your shoulders, smelling like heaven—sweet shampoo and vanilla body wash wrapped around you like perfume. A towel was wrapped around your body, but barely. Bare legs. Collarbones glistening. Droplets still sliding down your thighs.
Toji didn’t say anything.
But the thick, stiff tent in the boxers he was still wearing said plenty.
Your eyes flicked down—and your breath hitched. You curled your fingers into the edge of your towel.
“Toji…”
He exhaled slowly, voice low, rough. “You did that on purpose.”
“I didn’t—”
“Yeah, you did,” he said, sitting up, his eyes dragging down your soaked, barely-covered body like it was torture. “I knew you were in there forever for a reason.”
You looked away shyly. “I was just washing my hair…”
“Uh-huh.”
He moved closer, eyes fixed on where the towel dipped between your breasts. “You smell good. Look even better.”
“Toji—”
“You still sore?”
You nodded slowly.
He leaned in, breath hot against your neck. “I’ll be gentle.”
Your knees wobbled.
He looked at you, lips brushing your ear. “You’re gonna let me fuck you in nothing but that towel?”
You whispered, “M-maybe…”
Toji didn’t even wait for a full yes. He pulled you towards him—and you let out a quiet gasp as his hands slid around your thighs, gripping them as he looked up at you like he was about to ruin you all over again.
to be continued in the next chapter. . . .
Kindly reblog my stuff to get more engagement. Comment down to get tagged for upcoming chapters. My account is currently restricted, I'll interact from my backup account - @jinjoohaa-blog do follow !
I keep seeing complaint posts about all of the free creative content people get on here. This is the second post I've come across on nicknames in stories alone in the past few weeks. Three quick things:
1) If you don't like a nickname or whatever about a story, simply click out of it and go about your day. Or engage with the writer and explain (respectfully/constructively) why you don't think the nickname fits that character/scene, etc.
2) You are literally getting this creative content for FREE. Someone who took time out of their busy lives to create content for a character/ship/fandom for YOU to enjoy. Rather than sit there and make fun of the story and/or writer with your buddies online, again move past it. If it's not your thing for whatever reason, then it's not your thing. It's as simple as that. No need to make shitposts that you purposely put in tags where said writer will see it so you can make them feel badly and possibly give up writing altogether. Just because they may have written something you don't like doesn't mean they're a bad writer.
3) You don't like a nickname in a story or whatever? Here's a question: how about you give writing a shot yourself and see what YOU come up with? And let's see how YOU do and how YOU feel when people start making shitposts about you and your story. Writing is not an easy process. Even the most successful published writers on the planet will tell you that. Even someone who sneezed which typed out 500 words of a fanfic randomly. So give it a shot for yourself and see what you come up with. And who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky and find a new hobby for yourself. Something for you to enjoy rather than tear down for once.
Enough with these shitposts already and putting them in the tags for writers to see. If you have a complaint, make it to the writer directly in a respectful manner. Or just simply click out of the story and go find one you actually enjoy. There's a surplus amount of fanfiction on this site for various characters/ships/fandoms. It's really not that hard.
Warning: Plot build-up, drama, romance, love triangle, gunshots and blood, smut explicit content consisting of: A lot of body praising/worshipping, Nanami has a smothering kink, oral sex (receiving from Nanami), vaginal sex (Nanami), condoms, and mention of premature ejaculation, mention of other kinks.
Tags: @blightedrose33 @atssukoo @mima0127
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
It has been over a week since you started seeing your local Baker, Kento Nanami. If it wasn't a date to a fancy restaurant, it was in his bedroom where you would spend most of your time together. You two were completely obsessed and possessed and could not keep your hands off each other.
And every night you spent at his small apartment, you got used to waking up to the warm aroma of freshly baked bread and the robust yeasty scent of flour and fermentation that was carried upstairs through the vents. It would alert your senses and remind you of the man who now possibly owned your heart.
Of course you set yourself up for self-sabotage as you carried some doubt. You felt guilty and considered it perhaps a rebound relationship after that one-night stand with Toji a few weeks prior. But hey would that even be called a rebound where there was no relationship?
Speaking of Toji, that man was relentlessly trying to get a hold of you. You ignored his messages and calls and even blocked his number. He even went as far as calling your yoga studio or calling with an unknown caller ID. It was starting to get borderline creepy but that got worse when he sent you an email on your business account. Now that was screaming desperation and plain old stalking.
You were ready to just delete the email and block his email address but your heart skipped a beat when you read the email subject line.
Subject: My kids were at risk so I ran town
This is my last desperation to get in touch with you. Please don’t ignore me. I have a reason why I couldn’t contact you. I had to take my kids away from the city because the bank took all my assets. I had to admit it but I used to have a gambling issue. I had to run with my kids because the damn sharks were after me. I also borrowed money from people I shouldn’t have and they are after me so my kids were at risk.
I’m far away in the country and had to get a new phone number. I wanted to explain this in person but you won’t give me the time of day. Please just give me a chance here and email me back at least to acknowledge you got this.
You were sitting comfortably in Nanami’s bed as you read through the email on your phone. Your heart was not just racing but also aching. You were a full-on empath and you could feel the pain and suffering of that man. You pitied him and the guilt was starting to settle around your heart.
You flinched when you heard Nanami come upstairs with a mug full of coffee and some toast. You felt horrible to be reading another man’s email while in his bed. Although it wasn’t anything you were doing wrong, it certainly felt wrong considering you had hot sex with the once farmer. Now you were curious about what happened to his farm and his current financial situation.
The smell of dark roast coffee served by the blond man in front of you was what brought you back to the present. You turned off your phone, tossed it on the blanket and went to grab the mug from him. However, he noticed the look of disturbance on your face and sat beside you while you drank your coffee.
You felt the mattress shift as his body slid beside you and he rested his arm across your lower back. “What’s wrong?”, he asked with a calm and nurturing voice.
You took a nice long sip of the hot coffee so you could use that moment to think of an excuse. “Just distractions from the outside world. Work emails and all,” you explain which technically wasn’t a lie.
His hands, although hard and muscular, were gentle and smooth to the touch as he caressed your back while you drank your coffee. He loved watching you eat or drink. He found it absolutely endearing to watch you eat or drink or practically do anything. He would be captivated by the sounds you unknowingly made or the dance your body did when you suddenly bent over to grab something from the floor or from the top shelf. He would always be fighting the urge in his pants and try to remain a gentleman in your presence.
He sat beside you on the edge of the mattress for a few minutes while your heart was doing a marathon. He finally got up and began to walk towards the stairs that led back down to the shop. “I need to check on my dough. Don’t rush out of here. I prepared breakfast”.
You smile and watch him disappear out of sight. A sigh of relief escapes your weary body and the tension slowly eases away. Once the coffee is gone, you pull out of the comfort of his soft bed and stretch. You were only wearing a long T-shirt to bed and realized you couldn’t find your panties. But once you did find them scrunched up under the bed, they were all wet, dirty and unwearable. Wet from your man’s mouth because he had a thing for eating up your pussy as soon as he saw your panties flash at him.
You pull on your leggings and hoodie and walk down the narrow stairwell that leads to his bakery shop downstairs. It was still early so he didn’t open up shop just yet. He knew you were in a hurry to get home and change to get to your own business, so he packed your breakfast in a brown bag.
“Will you come by this evening?”, he asked while you fixed your hoodie so your heavy boobs weren't hanging so low. You see, you came over last night not wearing a bra just because he requested it. This man had strange kinks but they were still innocent enough to oblige. For now. You had not become aware of his smothering kink just yet because he was too embarrassed to disclose it.
“Yes. I work late so I will come straight here. So I won't be able to come braless”, you joked and proceeded to take the breakfast on the go from him.
He just let out a chuckle as his eyes wandered down your chest. He loved how they hung and were free to dance as you took your strides. In fact, he loved how the rest of your body would dance with it. Oh, it was too early in the relationship to ask for his fantasy to watch you do Yoga while naked. Maybe soon he will find the courage for that request (and many more).
You said your goodbyes with a small kiss on the cheeks. As you head towards the door, Nanami suddenly stops you in your tracks.
“Hold on”, he walked behind you and grabbed the elastic of your leggings from your waist and gave it a pull. He glanced down and took a peek, looking closely knowing sometimes your panties like to hide between your robust cheeks.
“Taking a sneak peek before I go?” you asked with a giggle.
“No. I mean yes. Is this a new trend on TikTok to walk around without underwear?” he asked before snapping the elastic back flushed against your waist.
“Oh no. Mine just got dirty because someone just had to go to town on them with their tongue”, you laughed.
Nanami didn't find it funny. In fact, there was a serious look on his face and he quickly turned away to head back into the kitchen. A few seconds later he walked back out with his jacket and proceeded to wrap it around your waist.
“Then I shall take responsibility,” he explained while tying the sleeves into a knot under your belly. He did a quick twirl spin with you to check and make sure your cheeks were covered and gave you the most sincere smile. “Good! That should do it”.
“Oh Kento Nanami does get jealous”, you tease with a giggle. Not sure how going out without a bra wasn’t a problem but this was.
“My dear. I am a greedy man. Of course I get jealous and protective over you. The visuals from behind are enough to have a man soil his pants”.
You couldn't help but burst out laughing. You give him a gentle hug and want to explain to him that you are just going to get in the car and drive home. And the car was parked on the street just outside of his shop. But you decide to stay quiet and bask in his phrases as he makes your heart squeal with every word.
“I will see you tonight." You finally say your goodbyes and leave his shop for another full day at your Yoga studio.
——-
Later that evening, you finally appreciated the fact that he had thick soundproof walls. His apartment was small but cozy. You were practically boxed in with walls but he loved how your beauty and physique took up most of the space between the walls.
As for the layout of his humble home, he only had a small bedroom, bathroom and a very small kitchen which he barely used because he opted for the one downstairs.
He was discussing how he would be gone for 4 days on a business trip.
“I leave tomorrow afternoon”, he replied while having his face buried deep into your crotch.
“Mmm a little to the left. Ahh that's it”, you moan as he prods around deep inside you with his tongue. A lot of slurping and sucking sounds projected from between your legs. “I wish i can mmm ahhh come with you. But ahhh i have my own business to run. Shit…right there. That's the spot”, you quiver under his tongue.
One thing was established about Nanami. He loved a good face sitting. But what he really loved more was eating out your sweet pussy. He just loved getting his face smothered between your thighs as you laid back and relaxed while he did all the work. His sensitive dick throbbed against the bed sheets and every so often he would hump into it for some relief.
“Mmm thight (right) there?”, he spoke with his tongue still inside you. His fingers were now dancing around your hard clit.
“Yes yes. Fuck right there. Ahhh”, you buckled your hips into him as you came very close to the edge.
Nanami was making an effort to memorize you. Map you out so he could satisfy you without second guessing. It was rather refreshing to see a man putting his own needs aside just to satisfy his partner first. That was Nanami. And many times he had soiled the bed sheets from simply getting smothered by your pussy. But today he made sure to wear a condom beforehand so he didn’t face that embarrassment again.
He felt your muscles twitch and you reflexively pull away from his face as you came. He pushed your flexible hips apart and forced your legs over your plump belly so he could pin you down and visually rejoice in your orgasm. You came hard under his gaze, your holes twitching as he vigorously rubbed your clit to pull out the last strain of your release.
You are just about recovered but Nanami still has you folded over as he witnessed your pulsations until the very end. He got onto his knees and ran his right hand down your body, appreciatively brushing over your supple skin, curves and rolls that peeked out from between your thighs. You helped hold up your legs by the ankle, using your flexibility to your advantage. You could hear a low rumble in his chest as he aligned his condom-shield cock up against your wet slippery folds.
“I am about to go in”, he warned you which was always so cute. He was never the ram and slam type of guy. Unlike a certain someone.
You give him a nod of approval from below. He was always slow to tease himself into you. He felt like the first initial thrust had to be gentle so he could relish the feeling of his cock getting smothered and loved by your mushy soft inside walls. And inch by inch he mentally prepared himself and tried to hold back the urge to slap and ram.
Once he was all in, he settled for a second so he could gather his composure and make sure you were comfortable.
He began to move. His movements were slow but firm and full of confidence. He was getting better with his premature ejaculation problem and he truly blamed it on your hot body. He loved how each thrust would send waves up your body, making your flesh and skin dance and jiggle from the impact. Just the sight alone was enough to have him cumming.
He looked down and witnessed your body jolt from head to toe every time his hips made contact with yours. The way his cock disappeared inside your hole had his nose flaring and soon he picked up the pace and the bed was creaking rhythmically to his thrusts.
“How are you doing dear?”, he did his mid-way check-in.
You just give him a flushed head nod and all you could mumble were strings of moans. He took that as a go-ahead to continue and began rotating his hips a little with each thrust. He knew what spots to hit now and he made sure he had you shuddering beneath him several times before he came.
And when he did cum, it was a nice long release with a lot of physical touching involved. His hands began to knead and tease your doughy soft skin around your thighs and stomach and your breasts while he released a condom full of warm seed. He would stay locked in with his softened cock while looking down at you with appreciation and admiration. Your skin was red from all the slapping between the two bodies.
He tightened his abs as he slowly pulled out with a groan and removed the sticky condom from his sensitive length. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as he straightened your legs and plopped down onto your chest.
“Ah, I surely will miss this”, he mumbled into your heavy breasts.
Your fingers slowly reach his short blonde hair and you give them a gentle ruffle.
“You mean you will miss me?”, you teased, not thinking much of it.
Nanami glanced up from between your breasts and gave you a genuine smile. “Of course, I will miss you. I can’t have all this without you”.
For some reason that was not the answer you were hoping for.
——
The next day Nanami left for his short business trip to Europe. You had a long day of work ahead to keep yourself preoccupied for the day. It was the evening that you dreaded. Most evenings were spent at his small apartment and you hate to admit but you would definitely be missing how he worshiped your body and made you feel all special. Already you were craving his touch as you walked out of the studio to lock up for the night.
“Still rocking those Lulu on that fine ass”, came a familiar voice you had not heard for weeks. Oh ya, you never did return that email of his now did you?
You turn around and there he is, ex-farmer Toji standing there leaning against the hood of his red pickup truck with his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes scanning your body. He was taking it all in for what he had been deprived of for the last few weeks.
Although your heart was beating hard against your chest, you had to play it cool and not be reactive or emotional. You had moved on, so Toji’s sudden appearance should NOT be affecting you. Yet it did.
You just locked up and began to walk down the street towards your car. Of course you heard his heavy footsteps following you. It was 7pm and an early fall sunset was just around the horizon.
“Please doll. Let me take ya out for some dinner," he begged as he shamelessly followed you to your car which was not too far from his parked truck.
You suddenly turn around to face him before you get into your car. “Listen … Toji. You had your chance for dinner and perhaps more dinners lined up for you. But you blew it! If you were in trouble you could have just called me and explained. I ain’t just a booty call and if you thought that was my only redeeming quality, well boy do I have a reality check for you”. You were panting from the sudden outburst and your eyes unexpectedly became teary from frustration and betrayal.
Toji felt a stab in his chest and couldn’t keep his cool calm composure for long. “Shit babe, I am so sorry I didn’t involve you in my mess. My kids were in danger and the banks and collection agencies took all my shit. I want to sit down n’ talk doll. Let me take ya for dinner”.
You take a deep breath and try to settle your mind and heart. You finally make full-on eye contact with the man in front. To say he was a bit of a mess was truly kind and generous, both he did not deserve.
His eyelids looked heavy as if they were just hanging by the threads as sleepless nights subdued him. His lips dry and chapped and lines of stress on his once handsome face with a grayish hue to his complexion. You couldn’t help but pity the man. He truly was going through a crisis and if his words were not convincing enough, his appearance sure had your heart twisted in a knot.
“Fine. Can you even afford to eat out in your state?”
“Doll don’t worry. I got money and still some pride left in me,” he replied with confidence and went to grab for your hand but you just looked the other way.
———
You picked a local restaurant just down the street and he began to spill all the details and you just quietly took it all in. You had no idea the situation was so dire that he had to run town because of the banks and the local gangs. He explained how he had a gambling issue for which he borrowed money from the banks. And then he decided to turn his life around for his kid and get into farming. The banks wouldn’t give him a loan so he began to borrow money from shady people and well now they were after him.
“I didn’t explain this to ya ‘cause I wasn’t gonna drag ya into all this”, he explained while chugging his beer.
You began to fork the food on your plate, already losing your appetite and the guilt was starting to make you nauseous.
“I really enjoyed that night. I can’t stop thinkin’ about you”, he confessed while gazing deep into your eyes.
“Toji…I..” A hesitation. But you have to clear out the air before it turns problematic. You can’t give him false hopes to cling onto. “I’ve moved on”.
Toji glanced up from his beer, a little look of surprise on his face but he also needed some clarification. Moved on as in emotionally moved on or there is now someone else in your life? He obviously hoped it wasn’t the latter.
And you could easily detect the confusion on his face.
“Moved on with someone else,” you verified and you seriously thought you heard his heart just shattered into a million pieces.
Toji looked shocked at first but then he let out a long sigh with a small grin on his face.
“I ain’t surprised doll. You are beautiful so it was a matter of time before someone else swept ya away”. This was not the Toji you remembered because his crude attitude would have already landed in the restaurant. However, nothing obscene escaped his lips tonight. He looked exhausted and had no energy to put up a fight or a show.
“So you hear for long?” You ask, desperately trying to change topics so the guilt and self-doubt don’t choke you.
“Nah. I can’t stick around for long. Some people are searchin’ for me. So tell me, you love this person?" he suddenly asked. You were hoping he had moved on from that conversation but it seems there was an itch he had to scratch.
“Toji, that is none of your business”, you explained, now starting to dread this entire ordeal.
“Alright. You didn’t say yes. That’s a good start. Now does he love ya?”, he continued with a grin.
“Toji, again none of your business”, you repeated, now losing your patience with him.
“Come on doll. It is a simple yes or no question”.
“No it is not simple!”, you give him a glare to make him aware that he is crossing certain boundaries that he shouldn’t even touch.
But this is Toji. He doesn’t understand let alone respect boundaries.
“Hey hey. Calm your beautiful tits love. I am just trying to see if I got a chance here or not. So you love this lucky bastard or what?”, he was persistent but also shameless.
Unbelievable!
You slam your hands hard on the table, shaking it a little and get up, furious but also conflicted. “This dinner is over”, you grit your teeth and storm out of the restaurant.
———-
For some reason, Toji’s simple questions hit you hard in the chest. You never thought about love and yet your heart was racing with the idea of being in love with Nanami. There never was an exchange of I love you and you never thought much of it because you were so absorbed in the moments. Nanami would always say he loved your body. But never did he acknowledge his love for you. Does he even love me or is he just obsessed with my body?
You took a deep breath as you walked down the street, your anger slowly leaving your stiff burdened body as the fresh breeze carried it away.
You didn’t get to enjoy your dinner so you went into a small coffee shop to grab a bite before heading back to your car.
You grabbed a sandwich and while holding onto that paper bag, you began walking back to your yoga studio where you had parked your car. While walking down the road, you heard some gunshots fired. Your body tensed up and you realized the shots came from just down the street where your car was parked. You lived and worked in a pretty safe neighbourhood so the sound of gunshots was very alarming. Tires screeched and you can hear a car accelerating away and based on that you speculated it was a drive-by shooting. Your heart is racing and for some reason instant dread begins to sink in. You start to walk faster, approaching your car but also notice Toji’s pickup truck is still there. Your knees are about to buckle as your mind thinks of just one scenario. As you approach his red truck, your eyes are wide in shock and you sink to the ground right in front of him.
He was on his back, holding his right lower stomach and wincing in pain.
“Damn fuckers got me ahhh”, he panted, trying to gasp for some much-needed air. “You needa get outta here. Ughhh the bastards might come back to finish the job”.
“Shhh shhh. I’m not leaving you”, you reassure him while trying to mentally run through the first aid material you learned a year ago. You take off your hoodie and press it firmly against his wound. Your eyes are blurry with tears. Although you are reacting bravely, your body is trembling. Toji’s cold hand suddenly comes in contact with yours as he tries to give you the weakest of smiles before he passes out.
“Someone call for a damn ambulance!”, you screamed out as a crowd slowly gathered around you two.
Urgent shrieks of sirens pierced the air and rippled through the quiet evening.
Content: 18+ mdni, pure porn, female!reader, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, fingering, slight nipple play, tribbing, overstimulation, not proofread
“Right there, princess,” Shoko laughs.
You’ve got your head between her legs, pushing her thighs up, feeling the plush flesh pudge in your hands. Licking a stripe from her hole to her clit, you flatten your tongue against her entire slit. She grips your hair.
Her pussy is soaked, dribbling more juice than you can keep up with, but you sure are trying. She tastes so sweet and you’re lapping up her essence, eager to drink more and hear those breathy moans escape her.
“Suck my clit,” she orders. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
You wrap your lips around the small bud and suction your mouth, sucking it in short bursts. She pulls at your hair, back arching off the bed. Then you kitten lick her clit, pushing the hood away as you give it all your attention. Glancing up, you see her play with her tits, one hand squeezing and the other pinching and pulling.
Through the haze of pleasure, you let go of one her thighs, sliding them down to your own pussy and circling your own clit the way you’re doing to her. You’re just as soaked as she is, you’re leaving a stain on the sheets and your thighs are sticky. But that’s for later, right now you’re spoiling your girlfriend.
With that same hand covered in your own juice, you bring it up to her pussy, spreading the wetness against hers, moaning at the feeling of her coating your hand and your chin. Her scent is going straight to your head, making you lightheaded, and you slurp at her clit again to show her just how much she’s driving you crazy. And then you’re pushing two fingers in, slow and methodical, letting her get used to the stretch.
Shoko chuckles, “Did your fingers get longer or do I need more sleep?”
“You need more sleep regardless, Sho,” you fire back, punctuating the end of your sentence by curling your digits and pushing hard at the spongy spot inside her walls.
“Fuck! Again!”
So, you do it again and again, sucking and humming against her clit, letting the vibrations jolt through her. You’re thrusting your fingers now, her juice soaking your hand and pooling under her ass. And you can tell she’s about to cum, can feel her walls clench and hole flutters around your fingers.
Pushing your head impossibly closer, she barks, “Keep -ha- going, baby. I’m so close.”
With one last curl of your fingers and one last suck, she’s exploding on your face, shrieks of pleasure filling the room. A wave of cream floods your mouth and you’re swallowing and guzzling all that she’s giving you, pumping your fingers continuously to ride her through her orgasm.
“That feel good, Sho?” You tease.
“So good, princess. So fucking good,” she’s trying to catch her breath, laughing every couple second as she gets her bearings. “Come up here, let’s feel good together.”
You crawl up, being sure to brush her tits with yours, taking a second to let your nipples kiss hers the way she likes, and she moans, grabbing the back of your head to kiss you. Well, it’s much less a kiss and more of a sloppy clash of lips. She’s licking her essence off your chin and around your mouth, pushing her tongue into your mouth and you’re sharing each other’s tastes.
Then her thigh pushes in between yours, bumping into your pussy and you gasp. Grinding down on her leg, you moan into the kiss, pinching her nipple as a payback for her surprise attack.
“You’re drenching my thigh, sweets,” she points out, lips dragging down your neck and she sucks at the sensitive skin there.
You need more.
With shaky hands, you push her legs apart, situating your own over them, clutching a thigh to your chest. You sit down and moan simultaneously when you feel her wetness mix yours.
Both of your pussies are swampy messes, steaming and overflowing. You gyrate your hips, spreading the combined juices all over yourself, desperate to feel as much of her possible. Then your clit bumps into her and your eyes meet as you both shriek. She grabs your hips and slams you down onto her, clit kissing, and you’re losing yourself to the pleasure. Shoko’s kneading your ass, pulling you harder against her writhing pelvis, cunts sliding together in a mixing layer of your flowing pussy juices.
“God, I love fucking you like this,” she groans, hips raising to meet yours. You whimper, fingers digging into her tits to keep yourself steady and then you bend down to steal another feverish kiss, tongues fighting. “This beautiful pussy is driving me crazy.”
Your hips are slapping against each other, juices flying and splashing your thighs with every punishing thrusts. You’re breathing heavily, like all the air’s left the room. Sitting back up, you slam down hard against Shoko’s pussy, howling together as your clits were crushed between you two.
Both of you are rocking your hips frantically, broken moans filling the room, and you’re clutching her thigh with one arm whilst the other kneads her tit.
“Fuck!” Shoko cried. She pushes herself up on her arms, trying to steady herself so she can pump her hips against you just as good as she’s getting. You’re both groaning and crying in pure pleasure, grunting and squealing every time your clits ground against each other. “Are you -ngh- close? Wanna cum with you, baby.”
“Yes, Sho. I’m almost there.”
The mattress is squeaking under both of your weights and ferocious fucking, and you have to dive a hand between of you, rubbing your clit and letting your knuckles brush against hers.
“FUCK, YESSSSSS,” Shoko screams, back lifting into a delicious arch. Her nails dig into your ass, tightening her hold as she holds you still against her gyrating hips, desperate to ride out her orgasm.
Her grinding drives you over the edge too and you howl just before you bite into her calf. Juices are spewing from your gaping cunts and drenching your thighs. Her nipples are throbbing against your palms and you’re both spasming against each other.
When your orgasm subsides, you fall backwards, head hanging off the bed and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, clutching your tits to steady yourself. “Shit, that was so good. Sho, my pussy’s still throbbing.”
Your eyes widen and you look down. Shoko’s diving between your legs and sucking your still sensitive clit like a madwoman. You scream trying to push her head again, but she only thrusts her fingers inside, satisfying that itching desire to be filled as a warning.
“Gotta give back as good as I got, don’t I, princess?” She winks as she sucks at your clit. “Lay back and let me do the work. And then we’re getting the strap out, okay?”
WARNING TO PEOPLE IN JJK FANDOM! This user @luckymakercycle is posting art uncredited ( @baobei-bu ) along with snippets of jjk reader insert stories from users like @screampied and @tonycries with links to sites that contain viruses! Don't click on the links! They've also been posting the same with Sonic stuff most recently!
Being Nanami’s wife but also his coworker means you’d get to hide away in cramped storage closets for a sneaking kiss or two, because he needs to “recharge.” Leaving the tiny room as inconspicuously as possible just as your break finishes up, with puffy lips and his pants way, way tighter.
Being Nanami’s wife but also his coworker means you get to flaunt your pretty diamond ring around but stay mysterious as to who gave it to you - everyone asks, and you never answer. Just shoot them a wink and a sly smile at Nanami who’s typing away on some important document right beside you.
Being Nanami’s wife but also his coworker means everyone still ships the two of you together massively but- oh, they feel so awful because you’re married…But you two are so cute- Subconsciously acting like husband and wife, he’s alway bringing you your favorite drink, giving you tiny massages before an important meeting, anything and everything that your husband would be outraged over, right?
Being Nanami’s wife but also his coworker means having an intervention staged - they’d caught the two of you disappearing into the storage closet one too many times and leaving with Nanami’s impeccable work tie all disheveled. And now suddenly the entire office is begging on their two knees to fix this because your “sweet husband deserved better.”
Being Nanami’s wife but also his coworker means that your coworkers see the ever-stoic Nanami Kento crack a laugh for the first time since joining this company. Humming out a low, “This is my wife- you think I’d ever end up with anybody else?”
