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Love Is My Weakness

Pairing: Hercules!Yuji x Megara!Reader

Synopsis: You consider yourself a normal mortal woman trying to survive in Ancient Greece...with the exception of being Hades' temporary prisoner. You know that it is only a matter of time until you are freed from the God of Hell's clutches, but only if you get him the one person he's after: Yuji Itadori, Zeus' half-mortal son and new savior of Greece and the world. You tell yourself that you are immune to Yuji's golden boy attitude, kindness, and muscles, but what happens when he starts to rub off on you a little too much? What happens when you realize that love might be possible for a little liar like you?

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Disney AU; Greek Mythology/Hercules AU; Romance; Hurt/Comfort; Reversed Sunshine x Grumpy Trope; Enemies to Lovers(?); Star-Crossed Lovers; First Time Sex; Inexperienced!Yuji x Experienced!Reader; Touch Starvation (MY SHIIIIIT!!!); Heavy Yearning; sub!Yuji x Dom!Reader; Pussy-Eating Against The Wall; Deepthroat; Muscle Worship; Standing Sex; Yuji Picks You Up & Dicks You Down; Cowgirl; Reader Cums 2x; Throatpie; Creampie; Happy Ending

Word Count: 6.4k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: Firstly, I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this one shot. What would've taken 2 days turned into more due to my precious cat passing away this past weekend. Though she was a senior (18 YEARS!!), it was still a shock to me & my family, so the grief is still heavy. However, I'm now getting back into the swing of things & writing as consistently as i can as i continue to navigate my grief. Thank you all for your love, prayers & support for my furry baby Midnight. She will be missed!! I hope y'all enjoy this one as part of my No Fairytale Collab <3 -Jazz

Credits: Dividers made by @saradika-graphics!

'This is a very bad idea,' you lament in your head as you stroll in the gardens with the man you're trying to manipulate to his death...but even that isn't enough to stop you from enjoying a laugh with him.

It's part of the act, right?

However, that mantra you've repeated in your head is quickly starting to weaken the more you're near the muscular golden boy known as Yuuji Itadori. Son of Zeus, Greece's latest IT boy...and your boss's mortal enemy....or rather your inslavor. You're a prisoner to Hades, the God of the Underworld, and he doesn't hesitate to remind you of that whenever he thinks you step out of line.

"I own you, remember?" he growled, one clawed hand wrapped around your throat. "So if you wanna be let off that immortal chain, you help me bag Zeus Jr." He grinned a horribly, evil grin, teeth sharp and breath thick with the smell of smoke. "Then I'll destroy him, take over Olympus, and you'll be free. All you have to do is flaunt that face and pretty body of yours."

"Sounds easy enough," you grunted, shoving Hades off of you. And it was easy at the time. Yuji wasn't too "experienced" with women, so anytime you winked or gave him your sly smile, he sang like a canary and blushed a ripe red.

So it was easy to use your sweet talk to get him to ditch his "trainer" and an important Meet N Greet with superfans for a pretend date out on the town. "Wow, what a day!" he sighs, grinning as he recounts the entirity of the day you made him play hookie during. "I never knew how much fun Greece could be when I'm not running from a herd of screaming girls!"

You stand behind him, slowly meandering through the beautiful gardens stretched before you, complete with blooming flowers, sculptures of the Gods, and a fountain spewing water out of a stone mermaid's mouth. The skies are starry and clear, painting a canvas of wonder before you.

"Yeah," you chuckle. "Or when your manager ain't in your ear. Nice, isn't it?" Yuji chuckles, flashing you that devastatingly charming smile. "Oh, definitely. Thanks a lot for this, Y/N. This is the most relaxed I've been in...well, in a long time." He turns to give you that smile and stare at you with those twinkling eyes that get every girl's panties wet. His soft-looking, pink hair wafts softly in the summer breeze, his muscles illuminating by the glowing moonlight.

You can understand why anyone would find the guy attractive, given his good looks, God-given strength, and illustrous body. But not you. Definitely not you! You swallow, averting your eyes and ignoring those butterflies swarming in your tummy. You need to remember the plan. You can't get involved with a man again; you promised yourself! "Oh, it's nothing," you mutter. "You shouldn't thank me anyway. It's whatever, really."

Yuji fully turns to stare at you in confusion, one eyebrow raised. "You don't want me to thank you? How come?" he questions, and you can already tell he's about to start rambling. "You showed me so much of the city today! First it was that amazing seafood lunch and then that play and then—"

"O-Ow!" you suddenly gasp, making a show of flinching. You grab onto a nearby stone ledge, earning Yuji's immediate alarm and attention. "What's wrong? What happened?" You give him a fake weak smile, pointing down at your right ankle that you gingerly lift. "I-It's just my ankle. It's a little weak. I'm fine though, really."

Yuji still looks concerned, staring at your ankle. "Ya sure? Want me to help you out?" To sell your act even further, you scoff, waving him off. "And give you another mortal citizen to worry about? It's okay, Wonder Boy. I can walk by myself." But as you try to release the ledge and walk, you pretend to stumble and fall forward.

"Oh!" you gasp. Quickly, the muscular boy catches you, wrapping both arms around your waist. "Whoa, whoa, careful, sweetie! You'll hurt yourself." You ignore the tingles you feel from the pet name, instead giving him a sheepish yet thankful smile. "Sorry. Guess my ankle is worse off than I thought."

Yuji is quick to scoop you up with ease, making you feel safe in his warm embrace and secure hold. "Let's sit you down then."

He walks you over to a bench near the fountain underneath a canopy of cherry blossoms. He sets you down gently and sits down next to you, smiling. "There we go, nice and...o-oh, I'm so sorry." Quickly, he looks away blushing hot red, nervous at the fact that he accidentally hiked up your dress to your thigh. You giggle, teasing him. "What? Never seen a gal's upper leg before?"

As you slooooowly drag your dress back down to cover your creamy thigh, you catch Yuji looking at you. "U-Uh...not recently." You smirk, knowing you've got him right where you want him. Now it's time to turn up the heat. "I see plenty of yours, Wonder Boy. I'm curious if you have trouble with weak muscles too though."

You lean down to drag your ankles up his ankle to his muscular calve, making him flinch. "Like here," you purr. "Maybe a weak ankle like mine? Or here?" Your hand drags up to his thigh. "Maybe a hamstring that gets a little too...tight?" Yuji swallows, his Adam's Apple bobbing. "Uh...no, I-I'm good!" he stammers. "Stronger than an ox, actually. Gojo really trains me hard, so I don't have any weaknesses."

He grins at you, nervous yet beaming. You can tell he's telling the truth. You aren't even sure he's capable of telling a lie. You huff, disappointed. "Well, aren't you perfect?" you mutter. He chuckles, turning to stare into the water spouting from the fountain. "Aw, thanks, but not really. Nobody's perfect as far as I'm concerned...except you maybe."

Quickly, he turns to you, eyes wide and looking so horrified. "Sorry! Shit, I-I didn't mean that. I mean, I did, b-but...oh, jeez." He drags a hand through his hair, humiliated, but you giggle, finding his attitude endearing. "So you think I'm perfect, huh?" you tease, smirking at him. "Why? Just 'cause of a little date?"

"Not just that," Yuji admits, bashful. "You're just...different. You're kind and funny, but also sarcastic and snarky. You're real. I like that." You blink, unable to respond. When is the last time someone actually complimented you on something other than your looks?

Yuji turns to look out at the water sparkling in the moonlight, content and reflective. "So many people only act nice to me 'cause of who I am. Before, when I was all skinny and scrawny, nobody gave a shit about me. Now that I'm somebody, everybody acts different."

He chuckles, staring down at his veiny hands in his lap. "It's weird...even though so many people love me, I feel like they don't know the real me. The me underneath the muscles and the merch. But I feel like you do. Isn't that crazy?"

He turns to you then and you have to act like you weren't comitting the light dusting of freckles on his broad shoulders to memory. Or his dimples. Or the way the moonlight turns his hair a soft pale pink. "Yeah, completely," you snort, tightening your shawl around yourself. "I mean, you barely know me."

Yuji sheepishly laughs, standing and picking up a little skipping stone before walking over to the little lake surrounded by lily pads. "True. And you're right: nobody's perfect." With that, he takes the stone and tosses it across the water...only for the stone to knock off the arm of a mermaid. "Oops!" he exclaims, cringing at the mistake.

You giggle as he comes running back over like someone will come and whip him. "I like it like that," you giggle, staring at the destroyed statue. "Gives it more character." You share a little laugh before a peaceful silence descends upon you, leaving you to breathe...until Yuji gives you another sweet, attractive smile. "I really had a great time with you today. Thanks a lot."

You find yourself thinking about how you could make him smile like that all the time, but then the voice of reason comes back to knock some sense into you: 'Remember the plan!' it hisses. 'Remember your freedom!' You roll your eyes and smirk at him, crossing your legs. "There you go again with the 'thank yous'. Why the hell are you so nice?"

Yuji senses your sarcasm and smiles. "Just me, I guess. You make it easy though." His eyes grow warm and soft, a pink blush on his cheeks. Yet he doesn't look away—his eyes stay firmly planted on yours. "Y/N, you make me feel so real, like I'm more human than God. But I also feel like a God when I'm with you. I-It's crazy, I know."

He pauses, gathering himself and rubbing the back of his neck in that shy, sheepish way that makes his bicep bulge. "It's like when I'm with you, I feel less...alone." Alone. A word you know all too well. Despite his intimate, sweet words, you don't feel them melting your cold heart. "Being alone is meant for some people though," you murmur. "They choose to be alone...like me."

You turn away from Yuji; away from his hurt and confusion. "What do you mean?" he softly asks. You bite back tears as memories of your past love come flooding back along with the feelings he gave you when he left: resentment; sadness; betrayal. "Because if you're alone, no one can hurt you," you whisper.

Suddenly, you feel Yuji move closer to you and his hands taking yours. "Y/N," he softly says. "Sweetie, look at me." Against your better judgment, you do and you see nothing but a softness in his handsome face. "I would never hurt you," he says, impassioned. "You know that, right? All I want is to keep you safe because you're a good person."

You look at him then. Really look at him. You try to find a gleam of a lie in his eyes. A glimmer of a trick. But you see nothing. "Me?" you dryly ask, taking your hands out of his. "You think I'm a good person? How do you know what I'm like, Yuji? You barely know me!"

But the man isn't swayed or put off by your bite. He is determined, taking you as a challenge that he will succeed in. "Anyone who would take me out for a play, a walk in the city, and a lobster lunch is a good person. Weak ankles, sarcasm or not, you're the best girl I've ever met, Y/N."

And that's when you melt. His words are so honest and true, filled with a sweetness you thought had long since passed you. You let a lone tear fall down your cheek, your heart finally thawed. "You make this so hard for me," you whisper. "I don't wanna hurt you." Yuji takes your hands again and you let him, his thumbs stroking your knuckles. "Why would you?" he whispers. "You hurt me by sayin' you're not a good person, sweetie."

"But I'm not," you argue, shaking your head as you stare at him. "You don't understand." But you can't seem to elaborate when you're suddenly staring at Yuji's set of pink, soft lips in front of you. And suddenly, you're kissing. You don't know who leaned in first, but it doesn't matter. Not when you're fucking up your entire plan.

Yuji's lips are soft, supple, and careful as they get to know yours. His tongue swirls gently with yours, spiked with wine. He gently cups your cheek, making butterflies flood your entire body. His soft moan answers yours, filled with longing and enjoyment. It is wonderful until you come back to your senses.

"No, no!" you gasp, pushing him away. "We need to stop!" You place your hands on his broad chest, ignoring how hard his pecs are. "What's wrong?" he asks, confused. "Did I hurt you?" Silently, you shake your head but you still move away from him. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't...we don't have to do that. We can just sit."

But that isn't good enough. You know that if you stay, you'll do something you'll regret and ruin your freedom...and possibly hurt him even worse. "I shouldn't be here. I have to go." Quickly, you stand and try to run off, but Yuji's hand on your wrist stops you. "Wait, please don't go!" he protests. "I promise that I won't—"

"Yuji, let go!" you argue, trying to shake him off before the tears start. "You don't understand! I'll just hurt you in the end like I hurt everyone else! I don't deserve your kindness!" And that's when you break down. The tears fall, the sobs are released, and you cover your face to hide your emotions as they all come tumbling down. No more sarcasm. No more sexy talk. No more wit. This is all you, raw.

And Yuji doesn't run nor cower. Instead, he stays and stands there to hold you, his arms gently wrapping you up in a warm embrace. You gasp at the contact, feeling so safe and secure despite your ugly crying. "Oh, Y/N," he coos. "Y/N, what's wrong? Please don't cry, baby."

But you can't tell him. You can't bear the thought of seeing the hate in his eyes when you realizes the lies you've told him. "I hate myself for doing this to you," you sob. "I'm just gonna get you hurt." Yuji gently pulls away to look at you, his handsome face painted at your tears. "Baby, you're hurting me now. I hate seeing you so upset."

"No, you don't get it!" you exclaim. "I've been lying to you! All of this—" You tick a finger between you and him. "—is a fucking lie, Yuji. I-I mean, at first it was, but then..." Then you fell for him. You comitted the ultimate sin to yourself by breaking your promise to yourself.

Yuji's brows furrow, seriousness growing in those gleaming eyes. "Y/N, what's going on?" he firmly asks, squeezing your hands in his. "What do you mean you've been lyin' to me?"

You cower slightly at his firmness, not used to the Wonder Boy Yuji Itadori being so serious. But you can't hide from this anymoe. So you take a deep inhale and let it all come out: "I'm working with Hades." His pink brows furrow and then his eyes flicker with recognition. "Hades? The God of the Underworld, that Hades?"

You frantically nod, fear fluttering in your gut. "Let me explain: he's trying to kill you, Yuji," you warn him. "He hates your guts and he's trying to take over Mount Olympus. He's using me to get you, but I'm only doing it because I want my freedom." Yuji blinks, confused. "Freedom? Are you his prisoner?"

You nod, ashamed, staring down at your shoes. "Long ago, I struck a deal with him after the man I loved left me for another woman. I've been working with him for years, trying to pay my debt...but once you came alone, he took me to help manipulate you and I'd be free."

That's when Yuji's expression shifts to anger, something you've never seen on his face before, and he releases your hands. "So it was all pretend for you?" he sharply asks. "You never liked me at all?" You feel so cold and empty, all parts of you splintering off of you like woods.

"I'm so sorry," you sob, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup. "I don't know how I could do this to you. You're just so sweet and kind and understanding...I don't deserve to be loved by you. I don't even deserve to love you!"

Yuji's eyes widen as if he's just now noticing you. "You...love me?" he whispers. There it is: out in the air and unable to be taken back. So you let yourself confess, not wanting to lie anymore. To him or yourself. "I've fallen for you, Yuji," you confess. "That's why I must go. I need to keep you safe or else, Hades will kill you! I could never live with myself if—"

You're suddenly silenced by his lips on yours. This kiss is soft and supple, but also passionate and needy. Yuji grips you to his broad chest with those arms locked tight around you, keeping you against him. You moan into the kiss, surprised and aroused by the flip in his demeanor. When he pulls away, you're panting and your panties are damp. "You don't ever have to worry about Hades," he growls. "Never again will he lay a finger on you. I'll protect you and free you from him."

You blink at him, utterly confused. You thought he would've left by now, but he's still standing there! "What?" you utter, gobsmacked. "You can't promise me that, idiot!"

"I can and I fucking am," he replies, his eyes flashing with a passionate fire that you can't quench with your protests. "You have me now, baby, and I'm not goin' anywhere." He kisses you again until you're nothing but two bodies molded together, hands roaming and lips meshed together.

His soft lips travel to your neck, peppering it in hot, desperate kisses that set you on fire. "Yuji, no," you beg. "Please don't." Yuji pulls away to stare at you, waiting for your go like a gentleman. "You want me to stop?" he whispers. "Tell me you want me to stop and I'll do it."

Though you can feel his obvious hard-on pressing into you, he doesn't dare move further, and that only gets you hotter. "I don't want you to stop," you cry. "And that's the problem." You indulge in his arms, so toned and hard, big enough to squeezr you.

He scowls at you, hands skating down to your waist. "Why is that a problem? Why is it so hard for you to accept love from me?" He presses another hot kiss to your lips that sends you into orbit, nearly tearing your panties off. "Just let me in, baby," he pleads. "Let me be your armor. Your shield. No more hiding. No more lying. Just let me see you."

He cups your face in his calloused hand and suddenly, you're kissing again. Heated. Passionate. Hands roaming over his muscular body and grasping his forearms, gripping them tight as your tongues lap each other up. This is crazy! You can't be kissing and touching on this man! But you can't stop...and you don't want to. You can no longer ignore the heat and deep intimacy you feel for him.

"N-Not here," you stammer, pulling away to get some air. You point yards ahead up on top of a hill where a gazebo sits beneath a canopy of orange blossom trees blocked by two large hedges. "Let's go over there by the gazebo. We can be alone there." Yuji turns to you, realization blazing in his eyes. "Anything you want," he dreamily replies. "Can you still walk?"

Before you can answer—or tell him that you were lying—, Yuji is sweeping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the gazebo. "Oh!" you gasp. "Yuji, lay off! I'm fine!" But the pink-haired half-God shakes head, smiling bashfully. "Nuh-uh. I need to make sure my lady is taking care of herself."

His lady. You've never felt such butterflies and arousal at a man calling you a petname before. You are silent and head over heels as he carries you up the hill with ease. The only problem you have with him putting you down is being out of those beefy arms, his chest no longer your pillow.

But all of that vanishes when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you once more as if he can't get enough. You can tell from the hard bulge he is sporting under his skirt, making you ache to see what lies underneath. When he pulls away, his eyes are dripping with lust. "Tell me what you want," he whispers. Even in the midst of lust, he is a gentleman. You smile, running your hands down his broad, chiseled chest. "You," you whisper back. "I want you, Yuji."

Yuji looks like wants to cream himself at your words. "Take me then. I'm yours." You smile, locking eyes with him as you slide his breast plate and vest off to reveal his body. Each chiseled, carved muscle stares back at you and greedily, you run your fingers over each one. He's perfect. Every inch of him. "Mmm," he sighs, eyelids fluttering closed at your touch.

His soft moans and short puffs of air escaping his pretty mouth encourage you to drag your fingers lower until you're on your knees and your hands are grazing his muscular thighs. You hum with satisfaction as your fingers tickle his legs as you hook them under his skirt, using one hand to grab his hard cock. You don't even need to see it—you can tell it's thick from the feeling of it in your palm.

Yuji groans at the feeling of your soft fingers wrapped around him, tugging him up and down. "Oh, fuck," he softly moans. "Gentle, baby, please. I-I never—"

"You never did this before?" you giggle, staring up at him. "I figured. Don't worry, Wonder Boy; you're in good hands." You wink before finally lifting up his skirt, revealing this thick, hard dick standing at attention for you. Your eyes widen at the sight of him between his tree trunk-like legs, hard, tan, and muscular. "You're so hard, baby boy," you purr. "So big."

You can't resist getting your lips wrapped around him after spitting in your palm, getting him nice and slick. You have had your fair share of practice with men, so you know how to give good head. But with Yuji, it isn't part of a plan or out of necessity. You want to suck his hard cock; feeling him fill up your mouth; cum down your throat.

You want to please him as you begin to bob your head up and down, using your wicked tongue to lick his sweet spots and along the tip, knowing that it's quite sensitive. He is very vocal about how good your mouth is as you suck him off, pumping him in time with your glucks with your hand. "A-Ah," he brokenly moans. "F-Fuck, babe, that's...ohhh, that's good."

You pop your lush lips off of his cock, smirking up at the blushing man. "Yeah?" you giggle. "You ain't seen nothin' yet." And then you latch your lips around his hard dick again and suck him hard, hollowing your cheeks as if you are slurping something through a straw. Then you take him deep in your mouth, letting him sink to the back of your throat. Yuji groans, gripping the gazebo railing for dear life, almost breaking it off. "Fuck!" he grunts. "Yes, honey, you're so good! Makin' me feel so fuckin' good!"

His voice practically echoes throughout the land and beyond, reaching the heavens. You feel pride and lust run through you, hot as fire. You pop back off of his cock with a wet pop! and stare up at him, pressing his thick cock to your cheek. "Yeah?" you purr. "I like makin' you feel good, Yuji~"

Then you dive back down, taking him deep down your throat, letting it do all the work. You ignore the sting of tears in your eyes and your aching knees as you deepthroat him, sliding you tight, wet, sloppy mouth up and down on your man's dick. Yuji is a groaning, whimpering mess, his hands clenched tight at his sides, arms bulging like he's about to punch something. "Gods, babe!" he groans. "You keep doin' that I'll cum too quick."

Your heart leaps in excitement at the prospect of getting all of his sweet cum down your throat, finally tasting the nectar of a God for yourself. You slide your mouth off of him, your lush lips dripping in your spit. "Go ahead, pretty boy. I don't mind~"

You don't give him much of a choice when you continue to suck and jerk him off, going faster and deeper, your movements intensified by his loud moaning that echos into the summer night.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gods, b-baby, I'm gonna...I'm cumming!" With a groan of your name, Yuji cums deep down your throat in a rush of cum that makes you sputter in surprise. There's soooo much! It coats your throat, salty yet sweet, and paints your tongue as it goes down. You have no choice but to swallow, glad to do so, as Yuji's toes curl in his sandals.

When moans finally die down to softer whimpers and pants of breath, you release him and smile up at him, relishing the way he stares down at you with such molten lust. “Good boy.” You then gently lick the rest of his cum off of his softening cock, making him hiss at the sensitvity, and clean yourself up. "Mmmm," you moan as you slurp him off your fingers. "You taste just as good as you look, Ji."

Yuji's eyes shine with supreme satisfaction, making you preen with pride at making such a man feel so good for his first blowjob. "That was amazing," he sighs. He puts his hands out for you and helps you up onto wobbly knees. "But now I have to please you too."

You could've melted right there at the shining lust in his eyes, making you feel slightly shy. There is something about this man that makes you feel like such a high school girl gooning after her crush. You giggle as he scoops you up and places you down on the gazebo bench before quickly kneeling before you. Though he seems bashful as he stares between your thighs, he looks determined and eager, his big hands placed on your waist. "I never tasted a woman before, but I can learn. Teach me how to please you."

You are more than happy to oblige. Slowly, you hike your dress up for him and lean back against the bench, allowing him to slowly drag your wet panties down your slender legs. Yuji is in awe at the sight before him: your gorgeous, puffy pussy, so exposed and glistening in the moonlight with your slick. You flush at his intense gaze, biting your lip. "C'mon, Wonder Boy," you whimper. "You're gonna make me blush."

But all of that shyness flies straight out the window the moment your man gets his mouth on you. After softly instructing him on how to touch you and put his tongue on your pussy, he gets it immediately and it sends you into orbit. Your back arches off of the bench as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls slack, seductive moans leaving your lips as Yuji licks you like his life depends on it.

He pays close attention to your body, his tongue licking up and down, left to right, against your clit. It sends shocks of pleasure through you, making your muscles tense and your thighs clamp around his head. "Oh, that's perfect, Yuji! You're s-so good!" Yuji hums into your pussy, his nose rubbing your clit as his tongue gently tips inside of your dripping hole. You damn near fly off of the bench, your moans drifting into the clouds and the stars. "Gods, yes! Please more! Give me more, baby!" you wail, tossing your head back to the skies.

Yuji moans into your pussy, making his mouth and lips sticky with your wetnes. “That’s my good girl. You taste so good.” Suddenly, you feel his big hands grip your asscheeks and he lifts you up off of the bench. You shriek, grasping his head with your hands and thighs for dear life. “Oh, Yuji!” you moan. “Wait, wait—“

“Don’t worry, darling. I won’t let you fall. Just feel good for me.” He softly laughs as he leans you up against the wall and continues to slurp you down, drinking your honey right from the source. His fat tongue licks your folds and your clit, quickly sending you over the edge the more he works his mouth.

“Shit!” you gasp. “Fuck, I’m close! I’m gonna cum, Yuji!” He moans into your cunt, wet, sloshing sounds of his tongue swirling in your wet pussy drifting through the air. “Do it," he begs into your slick folds. "Please cum for me, baby. Just for me.”

And after a few more magical strokes of his tongue and feeling those strong hands holding you up, you cum hard. Harder than you ever had in your life. Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a loud sob as you cream all over Yuji's tongue, drenching his chin in your wetness. You soar through the clouds for a moment, free as a bird, before you come back down to earth to be with your man.

After your orgasm high fades, Yuji gently lowers you down onto your feet, his eyes hooded and his lips glistening in your honey. You can't help yourself—you toss yourself at him, giving him a passionate, hot tongue kiss where you slurp all of yourself off of his lips. You taste divine coming from his mouth. “Oh, wow,” you sigh as you pull away, dreamily staring up at him. “Wonder Boy, you really are perfect.”

Though bashful, Yuji looks proud, sexily chuckling as he takes your hands in both of his. “Don’t be so sure. I still haven’t proven half of myself to you yet.” Your pussy throbs excitedly at that, anticipating his next plan. “So you wanna fuck me now? Is that it?” You cock your head to stare at him, smirking.

Your man grows pink, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “W-Well, only if you want to. I’m happy to just taste you.” Like you couldn't be more attracted to this man! Despite his hard cock that you can see growing between his thighs, he still allows you to make the choice. Fuck Hades. You're in love with this man. “I wanna feel you inside me," you purr, making his cock surge at your dirty words. "Don’t worry; I’ll show you what to do.”

Slowly, he places you up on the edge of the gazebo railing and wedges himself between your thighs. With your legs open wide and his tip at your entrance, he gulps as he stares down at where you will soon be connected. "Nice and slow," he whispers, locking eyes with you. "I promise you." You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your hips.

And ever so slowly, he slides himself inside of you, stretching you out in the best possible way. You both gasp at the sudden feeling, foreign yet wonderful, your velvety, wet pussy sucking in his thick cock. "Oh, fuck, Yuji!" you gasp, grasping his shoulders for dear life. "That's it! Y-You're so...so..."

Big? Thick? Fucking good? You've never felt this heavenly from a dick before. But then again, no man has ever made you feel this heavenly on their dick before! This is so new to you, making you relish each spark of pleasure that Yuji gives you as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth.

"Y-You feel amazing," he groans, grimancing from your pussy walls squeezing him tight. "I'm tryin' to go slow, baby, b-but it's so hard." You grin at him, moaning as his cock massages every sensitive part inside of you, his pelvis brushing your clit. "Yes, it is," you giggle. "Then fuck me, baby. I want you to make us both feel good. I'm all yours."

You tighten your thighs around him, making him groan as you pull him deeper into your body. A sudden fire ignites in Yuji's eyes, giving you a taste of the Yuji Itadori in battle with monsters and creatures from Hell.

"All mine?" he pants as he begins to rock his hips faster, pumping them back and forth as he fucks you at a mind-numbing pace that makes your pussy wetter and moans drip from your lips. He quickly grows drunk off of your pussy, your wetness slipping down and soaking his balls as he fucks you. "M'all yours too," he slurs. "I wanna make you feel so good, baby. I promise I will. Always."

You can't even properly reply, too busy moaning at how good he's fucking you. But you need more. You need it rough and deep. Apparently, he does too judging by his handsome face screwed up in pleasure from you and his thick cock throbbing in your pussy. "God, darling, you feel too good! I need to...need to-"

"Fuck me harder?" you giggle, your tits bouncing out of your dress from his thrusts. "Go ahead, stud. Pick me up and bounce me on that dick." He looks shocked at your suggestion, but he does as you request anyway, easily picking you up and dangling you off of his waist...and his fat cock.

When he begins to thrust again, you feel as if you're seeing Zeus Himself! Yuji takes you heaven and beyond with his cock, slamming them against your soft asscheeks, plap-plap-plapping sounds filling the air. "Like this?" he pants. "Is this good?"

You grip him with all of your might as he bounces you like a rabbit off of his dick, your slippers falling off of your feet dangling from his toned waist. "O-Oh, yes! That's. S-So. Fucking. Good." Your eyes roll back and you start slurring, drunk off of his perfect cock.

"You look so pretty like this," he groans, staring lovingly at your fucked-out expression. "Love fucking you like this. Makin' my lady feel so good f'me!" You press your breasts against his hard chest, sweat sticking your bodies together. "Kiss me," you whimper and he's helpless to resist. He sloppily tongue kisses you as he fucks you standing up, bouncing you off of his dick, ignoring the outside world just for a taste of your heaven.

But heaven doesn't even come close to when you're about to cum for him. When his thrusts grow faster and harder, you know that he's close, his balls slapping against your ass as he ruts into you. "F-Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum soon!" he whines.

You frantically nod, desperate to have him cum with you. "Go ahead. I want to you to fill me up, pretty boy." But he shakes his head, resisting the urge to shoot a fat load in your pussy and give you a nice half-God, half-human baby of your very own. "No," he growls, determination flashing in his golden eyes. "Not yet. Need to see you ride me...wanna watch you bounce on my dick in the moonlight when I cum."

You feel the urge to cream right there, but you find the inner strength to resist in, wanting to give your man the orgasm of a lifetime. "I can do that," you purr. "Lay down for me then, Wonder Boy. I'm about to make you see heaven when I make you cum for me."

And when you finally hop on his dick when he lies down in the silvery moonlight, you see Mount Olympus as soon as his dick grazes your G-spot. There are only moans, gasps, and pants as you bounce on top of him, sliding your wet pussy repeatedly up and down on his cock, making him moan below you. His big hands grasp your ass, helping you ride him, as you brace yourself on his lickable pecs.

Your tits dangle and bounce in his face, coaxing him to latch his lips around one hard nipple. He sucks as you continue to ride, expertly swirling your hips and rubbing your clit against his stomach to get you closer to the edge of bliss. "Cum for me, Yuji!" you gasp, about to burst. "I want you to cum!"

"I will," he groans, using his hips to thrust up into you. "I promise I will, darling. Just keep riding me please!" He resorts to only babbles of pleasure and delicious begging to sends you over the edge, wailing as you cum all around his cock. With a loud whimper, Yuji cums at the same time as you, shooting a fat load of spunk deep in your mortal pussy, giving you what most girls would kill for.

You gasp as you feel the hot flush of cum explode inside of you, coating your pussy and dripping down to your asshole. You ride out your orgasm, coaxing moans and whines out of Yuji as his orgasm during his first ever time having sex continues, making his eyes roll back and his lush lips form an O.

When it gets to be too much, even for a vixen like you, you slow your hips and roll off of him to lay by his side. You feel your pussy ooze with his cum and your muscles ache from the activity, leaving a smile on your face. "That was the best sex I ever had," Yuji pants beside you. "Er...well, the only time, actually."

You giggle, your smile growing wider, and you turn over to face him. His luscious muscles glisten in sweat under the moonlight, the afterglow of sex radiating off of him. "Well, count your blessings, Wonder Boy," you chuckle. "You may just have a few more times to add to your list."

Yuji turns to bring your body into his, eclipsing the rest of the world with his muscles. "I hope those times are with you," he whispers against your forehead. "You're the only one I want, Y/N. Thank you for that." He presses a soft kiss to the crowd of your head as he wraps those arms around you, tight and secure.

You smile, content in his embrace, and allow yourself to finally let go against his chest. For the first time in forever, you feel free. You don't care about Hades or your ex or your past. Just the little heaven you built with your man.

And you won't stop until you bring heaven to earth just for him.

THE END.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Dance For Me!

Pairing: Fat Gum x Pole Dancer/Stripper!Reader

Synopsis: In honor of his birthday coming around again, Fatgum is surprised with a celebatory trip to the strip club. Convinced that he won't have much fun because of the insecurities in his size and bigger form, he contemplates leaving until he lays eyes on you. Thick, flirty little you who seems to be totally interested in giving him a birthday he will never forget!

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Reader is Black & Fem; Seduction; Birthday Lapdance; Pole Dancing; Stripping; Body Insecurities; Body Worship; Size Difference; Strangers to Lovers; Deepthroating; No PIV; Grinding; Outercourse; Spanking; Clit Stimulation; Dry Humping; Quickie; Semi-Public/VIP Sex; Thigh Grinding; Switchy/Soft Dom!Fatgum x Switchy/sub!Reader; Cum on P*ssy & Thighs

Word Count: 6.6k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: HAPPY BELATED TO MY MANS!! I'm so sorry I couldn't get this out on Fatgum's exact birthday. Unfortunately grief made it hard to post ANYTHING but i hope y'all will accept this belated b-day one shot. I wrote this about 4 years ago & decided to revise it for Fatgum's special day. I hope y'all enjoy! -love, Jazz

Credits: Divider made by @cursed-carmine!

Can you imagine Taishiro’s first time in a strip club on his birthday?

Taishiro isn’t exactly inexperienced when it comes to women. He has had his fair share of girlfriends and hookups, but most of them have been short-lived due to his quirk.

It gets tiring to keep himself in his skinnier form day in and day out just to please his partners, but he also knows that this form is the most aesthetically and physically pleasing to most of them. 

It’s sad that even he realizes it. Though he is loved by the public, it’s different in the bedroom and in romantic relationships. Because of that, he’s a bit hesitant to shift into his fat form around women he’s interested in. Because of that, he hasn’t done much dating or hookups. He just wouldn’t be able to handle rejection or humiliation for his body. 

His friends think he’s being stupid. “Do you know how many women out there would wanna fuck you in any form?” Mirko asked him. “You just need to find them! They’re out there!”

Hawks had chimed in, equally as certain that Taishiro could find the right woman. “Yeah, and I know just where to find ‘em. Your birthday is coming up, right?” 

Taishiro looked at him curiously while he slurped down his ramen noodles. “Yeah, in about a week,” he replied. “Why?”

Hawks just grinned at him, a secret glint in his eyes. Taishiro would regret not pushing the discussion further when he finds himself at a strip club with his friends a week later. Mirko, Hawks, and Yu practically drag him out of the restaurant to hit the club despite his constant protests and pleas for a trip to a parfait shop instead.

While, again, his eyes aren't virgins to the naked female body, he has never seen so much ass and titty in one place!

Just imagine his six-something foot self walking into the club! He stands out like a sore thumb among the crowd, catching the eyes of customers and employees walking about.

His eyes catch the jiggling of asscheeks on a bottle girl and the shaking thighs of a dancer on the pole wearing the skimpiest outfit he’s ever seen on a woman. He walks into the club his skinny form too. Though he isn’t afraid to walk around in his fat form, he usually opts for his skinny form in unfamiliar places. 

Unfamiliar places like this one. Standing among the dancers and purple lights, he feels like an alien on another world. He’s never been in a strip club before, so he’s pretty nervous. What do you even do here? Where do you put your hands? Do you ask the dancer for one? He feels stupid standing here with his friends, like a little kid on his first day of school. 

His friends push him to sit down in a secluded booth in the VIP section, immediately ordering a round of shots for them. “Time to celebrate your birthday in style, my friend,” Hawks says, smirking at him. “So how do you feel, big man? First time good so far?” 

Taishiro doesn’t want to upset his friends, so he plasters on a smile and say, “Y-Yeah! Totally good!”

But deep inside, all he wants to do is go home. This isn’t for him. He probably won’t even get a dance. With someone as suave as Hawks, gorgeous as Rumi, and popular as Yu, he’ll be the last pick if not picked at all. But he still indulges in the shots sitting before him, grinning bashfully when his friends shout happy birthday to him. 

“So now you get to choose your dancer, ‘Shiro!” Yu excitedly proclaims, sitting next to Mirko. “So who do you want? Choose whoever and it’s on us!” Though it’s a kind gesture, Taishiro is still nervous as hell. He’s never gotten a dance before. Looking around, he blushes crimson at the sight of dancers tossing ass in their clients’ laps. Would he be able to handle such a thing? 

“I heard you’re lookin’ for a dance,” an enticing voice says above him. When he looks up and saw your pretty, brown eyes staring down at him, the entire room fades around room. All that is here now are you and him, everyone else vanishing.

He barely believes his eyes as he drinks you in: you’re be wearing a sheer mini dress draped over your luscious, curvaceous body that expose the tiny bra and thong set underneath. You paired the outfit with knee high boots that he bets barely make you taller than him if he is to stand up. The lights illuminate your skin and glossed, plump lips that curl into a smile directed at him. 

“Hey,” you greet, chewing on your gum. “Fatgum, right? I know you. I’m a big fan.” Taishiro isn’t be able to speak, his tongue heavy and mouth dry. “He says thank you,” Hawks quickly says while Mirko and Yu laugh. “And yeah, he’s lookin’ for a dance. Would you maybe wanna fill that spot for him?” 

“It’s his birthday,” Mirko adds with a wink. “Treat him well.”

Your eyes, looking bigger with the lashes and mascara, tick from his friends back to Taishiro. “Of course,” you’d purr. “How could I not treat a pro well?” You then lean in across the table towards him, giving him a peek of your cleavage. “So what would you like, Mr. Fatgum?” you sultry ask the pro. “Would you like a dance from me?” 

Taishiro, once again, isn’t be able to speak. He just nods, growing hard from your breathy, soft laugh. Out of everything he’s see tonight, your laugh makes him rock hard. “Would you like the dance here or private?” you ask. “We’ve got private rooms behind the stage. They’re the champagne rooms.”

You wait patiently for his answer, acting oddly sweet for someone working in such an environment. You obviously know that this is his first time and be very understanding which turns him on even more. “Private,” he finds himself answering, earning a whoop from Mirko.

A pleased smile curls onto your glossy lips as your hand found his, lacing your fingers together. “Then let’s go, big boy,” you purr, helping him out of his seat. 

His friends embarrassingly cheer him on as you lead him away to the champagne rooms. When he stands, he realizes that he does, in fact, stand at a head taller than you. You look like a munchkin compared to him. He follows, feeling robotic almost with his clanky legs and stiff joints.

Everything moves in slow motion except for you two. He isn’t be able to tear his eyes off of your asscheeks jiggling and bouncing like jell-O in front of him, your long, curly hair swishing across your backside. His cock chubs against his jeans, desperate for release. ‘Not now,’ he chastises himself. The last thing he needs is to get hard here. 

You bring him into one of the clean, dimly-lit rooms with its mini-bar, private stage, and circulating sofa bed. The noises of the club are muffled, adding to the atmosphere. You let go of his hand and situate yourself near the pole, your heels clicking across the floor. As you walk, your ass jiggles, beckoning him forward for a squeeze. “Sit down and relax yourself,” you tell him. “This is your night, Mr. Fatgum.” 

Taishiro does as he’s told. He sits back against the couch cushions, his thick legs open and hands gripping his thighs in an effort to relax. “Taishiro,” he croaks out, clearing his throat. “Call me Taishiro.” 

You stop and look at him, your hair swishing over your shoulder. The smile that curls onto your lips fills him with butterflies. “Okay, Taishiro,” you agree, your name on his lips making him even harder. “So tell me what you want me to do.” Your hand reaches for the pole and as you grasp it, you bring your body flush against it. Your eyes, illuminated by the light, stare deep into his from across the room. “I’m all yours tonight, birthday boy.” 

Taishiro swallows hard, still nervous but also incredibly aroused. How is that you can seduce him without barely touching him or saying anything dirty? 

But he does tell you exactly what he wants you to do. He suddenly feels slightly more comfortable with the tequila setting in and the private room allowing him the space to breathe. “I-I just want you to dance,” he softly stutters. “I don’t care about the music. I just wanna watch you move.”

You smile for him, so pretty and sweet. “Sure, birthday boy,” you softly giggle. “Lemme just get the music goin’." You release the pole and walk over to the little stereo near the mini-bar and flip a switch. The music that begins to pump from the speakers would be soft and smooth, R&B-like. Taishiro knows he’s heard it before, possibly on TikTok. 

All other thoughts that aren’t of you go out the window when you begin to slowly strut over to the pole again, your eyes set dead on him. He especially chunks all other thoughts into the trash when you begin to move. You move perfectly to the music as if you’re made of it, your hips swaying sensually and hair swishing around your shoulders.

Your eyes, two deep pools of brown, stare into his, never straying or looking away. You securely grasp the pole with both hands, one lower than the other, and gyrate your hips, making your ass jiggle enticingly to the beat. 

‘Fuck!’ Taishiro thinks, staring shamelessly at the jiggling fat. That thing that you’re lugging around should be illegal!

Especially how you move it. It’s so hypnotizing the way it bounces and sways depending on the tempo of the song. When it’s slow enough, you wind and grind your thick hips suggestively against the pole, squatting with your legs open to give him a peek of the tiny cotton strip of your thong that hides the promise land from him. 

But when the tempo picks up, that ass is moving like it is made for him. He can’t keep his eyes off of the way your asscheeks bounce up and down and your thick thighs jiggle in time with your moves.

You giggle to yourself as you bend over for him, causing your thong to sink deeper into your ass and make your cheeks look that much fatter. It suddenly feels hot in the room to Taishiro, uncomfortably so. He swallows every five seconds and shifts positions in his seat, trying in vain to ease the tension in his pants. 

He damn near loses his mind when you begin to finally break out the pole tricks. You grasp the pole with both hands and swing yourself around, your black heels dangling from above. He watches you, transfixed on the way you move like the wind is beneath your feet, the lights illuminating the muscles flexing beneath your luscious skin and body.

Every move you make, he is impressed and enchanted––splits; swings; bends backwards. He loves it when you bend backwards. There’s something about how you look when you’re in the air, your hair cascading down and your pretty face glinting in the lights. 

It’s like he’s watching a movie. He goes from sitting back against the couch to sitting up straight, eyes forward and lips parted in anticipation for your next move. His cock is damn near weeping at this point, pre-cum embarrassingly staining the inside of his boxers. He keeps his thighs closed because of that, not wanting you to see or notice his hard-on although he's sure you’ve seen plenty. With how you move, he knows you have. 

When the song finally comes to an end, you finally settle back down on your heels on the floor, effortless and skilled. Sweat glistens on your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and between your breasts where Taishiro finds his tongue wanting to be. You smile at him, proud in your work.

“You enjoy that?” you ask, out of breath. It sounds so sexy to him. He nods, too transfixed to speak. “I’m glad,” you laugh, secretly endeared by his cuteness. “That was all for you, after all.” 

Taishiro finally manages to snap some sense into himself when he realizes that you’ve stopped moving. The dance is over. ‘No,’ he thinks. ‘That can’t be! I want more of her.’

“Uh,” he stutters out, “s-so is my time here…over?”

You raise a questionable eyebrow at him. “Do you want it to be?” you ask. He blushes rouge, adverting his gaze from yours. “Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly. “I’m not used to this. I’ve never been to this type of club before, s-so I’m not sure how things work around here.” 

His eyes tick back to yours when he hears your heels clicking across the floor, getting closer and closer. His heart leaps when he realizes that you’re walking over to him. The lump in his throat grows as does his cock, hardening every second you grow nearer.

Finally, you stand in front of him and hook a leg over his hip, his face now practically in your crotch. “I was told to give you a dance,” you purr. “So that’s what I’m going to do.” You smile down at him, the idea of him being smaller than you making him want to burst. “And plus, I want to. So would you like me to?” 

Taishiro is close to fainting as he stares up at you, not sure what’s happening but also liking it. “T-to dance for me?” he carefully asks. You slowly nod as the next song starts: Body by Summer Walker. “S-Sure,” he nervously replies. “I’d like that a lot.” A happy smile brightens up your pretty face like sunshine before you gently push him back to sit against the pillows. 

Then, without another word said between you, you dance. With your leg still hiked up over his side, you proceed to grind your hips into his face, staring down at him with hooded eyes as you do. Taishiro gets even more worked up with you up close and personal.

You’re so close that he could pull your little dress up, your thong to the side, and eat you out if he wanted to…and he does want to. The urge to taste you is strong. But he won’t dare overstep your boundaries or violate the rules of the club. He’s sure that touching the dancers is a big no-no. 

So he keeps his hands to himself, balled up right at his sides. You then take your leg off of the couch and lower it before continuing your dance. Your hips wind before him, moving in one circular direction and then clockwise. You then slowly stand and turn around, your ass jiggling in his face when you bend down to touch your toes. You then drop to your knees and proceed to do moves on the floor, hips circulating against the floor, your back arching sensually.

The giggles that leave your lips are even more arousing. It means that you’re enjoying this. You like making him work up a sweat like this. His fists tighten, his nails digging into his palms from the force while his cock strains painfully against his jeans. He’s never been this horny in his life. 

He just about jumps out of his skin when you suddenly slide up between his thighs, your hands moving to run over his abs. “Such a nice body,” you coo. Your eyes sparkle as you stare up at him. “You can touch me, y’know. I don’t usually let my customers touch me, but I think I can make an exception for you.” You wink at him before standing and sitting down on his lap where you proceed to toss your ass back into his lap. 

Taishiro grunts as the softness of your plush asscheeks hits his groin, brushing up against his hard cock. But he doesn’t dare touch you. He can’t. He knows that if he does, nothing will hold back his fat form anymore. He can feel it pushing to be released, causing his body to tremble. You must notice too because you look back at him, your eyebrows knitted. “You alright, Taishiro?” you ask, sounding concerned. 

Taishiro grits his teeth as he smiles at you, doing his best to seem normal. “Yeah,” he assures you. “It’s not you, it’s all me. It’s kinda hard to feel…comfortable like this.” He hopes he thinks you mean that he’s just horny, but something in your face tells him that isn’t it. 

You pop off of him and twist around to face him, your hands holding his knees. “You don’t have to keep this up, y’know,” you giggle. “You can let go. I’m gonna judge you or anything for your other form.”

Taishiro’s eyes widen, wondering how you know just what the problem is. Can you see it in his face? Can you feel it in his body? Your hands begin to sneak up his shirt to reveal his big, toned body complete with a happy trail, chest hair, and two hardened, pink nipples. 

Taishiro groans as your nails drag against his skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. “I wanna see you,” you purr, your eyes hooded and lustful. “C’mon, big boy. Don’t hide yourself from me.”

He blinks at you, shocked. A pretty woman like you is willingly asking to see him in his fat form? “A-Are you sure?” he asks, still uncertain. 

You suddenly stand, your smile fading. Without a word, you hook your leg up onto the cushion again and take his big hand in your tinier one. He lets you, mouth parted in disbelief when you suddenly press his hand up against your mound. He gasps when he feels the heat radiating from it and the wetness staining your thong. “Does this feel like I’m sure?” you ask breathlessly. 

He slowly shakes his head, watching his own hand stroke you through your underwear. His thumb is big enough to cover your entire clit which he finds rubbing in small circles through the wet fabric of your thong. A shuddery moan leaves your lips, making his cock turn rock solid. “Can I tell you a secret, Taishiro?” you softly ask, batting those pretty lashes at him. 

He dumbly nods, eyes lust-blown. “Uh-huh,” he softly murmurs. You lean in toward him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I’ve been like this ever since you walked into the club tonight,” you whisper. “I wanted to be the one to dance for you. Only you.” Your lips peck him lightly on the cheek, leaving a sticky ring of gloss in their wake. 

You then pull away to look at him where he sees nothing but longing and lust in them. “Can I please see you?” you sweetly ask, peering down at him with those big eyes and lashes. 

Taishiro doesn’t need any more confirmation that this is what you want. That he is what you want. “Anything you want,” he practically growls, unable to hold himself back any longer. He can already feel himself starting to shift and his cock beginning to leak through his jeans. Only now he doesn’t care to hide it. 

Right before your excited eyes, he shifts into his fat form. His body grows bigger and pudgier, his rock-hard abs and stomach growing into pudge. He is now all big and burly with thick thighs, rolls, and a gut. Though the muscle mass is still there, it hides behind his chubby body that your eyes roam over in absolute lust.

It feels good to have someone so pretty and sexy see him in such a way and not shy away from him. In contrast, you look like you want a piece of whatever he’s bringing to the table. 

“Oh,” you purr, sliding your hands up his pudgy thighs. “Now there’s my big boy.” You pause, your eyebrows narrowing in concern. “Is it still okay I call you that?” 

Taishiro nearly busts right there. Your patience and sweetness is making him crazy! “Honey, you can call me whatever the fuck you want,” he groans. “Just please keep touching me.” 

At this, you giggle, pleased with his answer. You give him what he wants, trailing your hands and acrylic nails all over his body. You tweak and suck on his nipples, emitting soft groans and whimpers from his lips that he feels no embarrassing making. You drag your nails up and down his stomach, the slightly sharp feeling causing his skin to tingle.

You pepper his skin in kisses, never shying away from any part of him. You make him feel like a fucking king. You wound up between his thighs, kissing his lower stomach with your nails dragging across his thick, pudgy thighs. “That feel good, baby boy?” you coo. 

It feels like the air in his lungs is being constricted with how hard it suddenly is to breathe. The room feels too hot and tight, the walls closing in around him. But this has nothing to do with anxiety or anything close to it. It has everything to do with how horny he is. All he can think about is cumming all over your pretty face. “Y-Yes,” he whimpers. “S-So good.” 

You pause your kisses for a moment, confusing him. “Do you want more?” you inquire, looking up at him from between his thighs. His brows furrow in confusion and shock. “What do you mean?” he asks, hoping he isn’t mistaken by what he thinks you are insinuating. You couldn’t possibly mean… 

You stare up at him with a look that nearly has him creaming his pants, your long, faux lashes framing your pretty eyes. “I wanna taste you, Taishiro,” you purr. “I wanna know just what's hiding behind these jeans.” Your hand moves to palm his bulge through his jeans, emitting a grin from him. “I-I thought the dancers here don’t do that,” he stutters out. 

A humorous smile pulls onto your glossy lips. “Some don’t, some do,” you snicker. “It’s a rule to not engage in sex with customers, but the girls here gotta make some extra dough.” You lean your head against his thigh, the sight giving him some very unholy thoughts of him fucking your face. “Plus, I told you already that I can make an exception for you.” 

Your hand continuous to palm him through his pants, moving in slow circles and applying the right pressure––not to hard but not too soft. Taishiro leans his head back and moans, the sound loud and unabashed. “I can feel you already,” you moan. “You’re drippin’ for me, baby boy. That’s so hot.” He looks down, finding that his pre has begun to stain his jeans. But for some reason, he isn’t mortified; not with the lustful look in your eyes. 

You look up at him again, a sensual look on your face. “So can I give you an extra birthday gift, birthday boy?” you ask. Taishiro has never gotten his belt loosened so quick in his life. “So eager!” you laugh, helping him take his pants down to his ankles. He watches you loop your hands through his boxers, his body on fire. “Are you kiddin’ me?” he scoffs. “How can I not be with someone as beautiful as you?” 

You don’t reply to his sweet comment immediately. That’s because you’re too busy gaping at his cock when it is released from its prison. He is big, thick, and extremely hard. The bulbous, pink head drips in pre-cum which dribbles enticingly down his thick shaft where a couple veins throb under the tender skin of his cock.

He keeps himself trimmed, each golden-blonde public cut short but curly like the hair on his belly and chest. From his cock hangs two heavy balls, soft, sinewy with blonde hair, and holding all the cum he has for you and you alone. 

He relishes in your gaze, feeling like the sexiest man in the world. “No,” you coo. “You're the beautiful one here, birthday boy.” You start by spitting all over his cock, causing him to groan at the sight of your saliva dripping over his shaft and balls. Then you begin to stroke him, having to use both hands because he’s just too damn big for one. 

Taishiro’s toes curl in his sneakers while his head tips back. “Shit!” he hisses, unable to hold back his choice words or sounds of pleasure. Your soft, tiny hands feel so good stroking his big dick.

Every move you back causes his body to tingle, his cells to come alive from the pleasure you’re giving him. The lewd, wet sounds of your hands stroking his wet cock don’t do him any good either. He’s a lost cause. 

Especially when you finally wrap your lips around him. Taishiro’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull the minute he feels your soft lips and wet tongue wrap around him, turning all kinds of tricks and skills on his dick. Flicking, licking, sucking. “F-Fuck,” he groans, gripping the couch beneath him. He’s never been treated so well. You’re such a good little cocksucker. He blushes red at the nasty thought. He shouldn’t be thinking of you in such a horrible way! 

But the way you’re sucking on his dick and taking him in your throat is making him think different. You grip the base of his cock with one hand as you open your throat for him, taking him as deep as you can go. The gagging sounds that emit from your pretty throat nearly makes him cum, especially when combined with the way your throat tightens around him. So wet…so tight… He wonders if your pussy is this good too. 

He bets it is. He bets it has a tight grip like your hand stroking his cock with quick strokes that have the cum rising in his cock. He bets it’s just as wet as your throat, dripping saliva down his balls.

He bets you’d moan so pretty and loud for him every time he plunges his cock into you, hitting that spot that’d have you seeing stars and your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He can almost feel your pussy squeezing around him, urging him to cum. “F-fuck, darlin’!” he groans, gripping the couch for dear life. “I’m gonna cum soon! You’re gonna make me cum!” 

You hum appreciatively, nodding your head. The way your head bobs causes his cock to brush against the roof of your mouth, sending tingles throughout his dick. “Cum for me, baby boy,” you urge, speeding up your stroking until his toes are curling and his thighs are shaking. “Cum all over my face.” 

You go back to eagerly sucking him off, slurping him down like it’ll be your last meal for a while. His balls begin to tighten. He can feel himself reaching his peak. But something stops him: the fact that you won’t be cumming too. Though your mouth feels good enough to burst, he knows his release would feel even better if you’re feeling good too. Call him a people pleaser. 

“No!” he desperately cries out. “No, please, don’t! I-I don’t wanna cum yet!” 

Hearing the desperation in his voice, you pop off of his cock with a wet pop!, saliva dribbling from your plump, bottom lip. Why not?” you ask, sounding utterly confused. It’s so cute.

He looks down at you with hooded eyes and cups your chin in his big, strong hand. “‘Cause I wanna cum when you do,” he breathlessly replies. “I wanna make you feel good too.” 

You stare at him for a moment as if trying to piece together if he’s serious. He’s sure that you’re used to men who take what they want and leave you feeling unappreciated in your line of work. But not this man. He wants to give you every ounce of pleasure he can while you’re together.

“Baby,” you giggle, looking touched by his need to please you too. But you deserve it. With the amount of energy it took to dance for him and suck the soul out of his dick, he’ll gladly give you the goddamn moon.  

Before you can agree (or even disagree), your phone suddenly beeps. You pull it out from inside your boot and groan in frustration at what waits for you there. “Shit,” you sigh. “I have to go on bottle service in five minutes. We don’t have much time.” You look utterly disappointed as you toss your phone to the side. 

You aren’t the only one. Taishiro would’ve wanted to feel your wet pussy and thighs on his face or even bend you over to fuck you silly until you came all over him. But obviously, that isn’t in the plan right now. “Then what do you want me to do?” he asks, eager to please you. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them. “I’ll do anything. I just wanna get you off too.” 

You smile at his eagerness, happiness lighting up your entire face. “Just sit there,” you reply. Taishiro obeys, staying put despite his throbbing, aching cock hanging between his thighs. He just about has a stroke when you take your dress off, revealing your bra and thong. He commits the outfit to memory. You then turn around and hook your legs over his lap, straddling him, his naked cock pressed up against your wet, fabric-covered pussy.

Slowly, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, riding his cock. He watches it slide between your thighs and across your asscrack, and back again to poke at that wet cunt that feels like an oven with how hot it is. You turn to face him over your shoulder, swishing your hair in the process. “Is this okay?” you ask breathlessly. “It’s not weird?” 

He knows what you want instantly and grasps your hips, pulling you closer. His cock pushes against your clit, causing you to whimper. “Fuck no,” he huffs. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

The more you roll those hips and grind that pussy down into his cock, the more he's starting to believe it. He can only imagine how this would feel if you moved your thong to the side, but he doesn’t have a condom and he isn’t sure if you’re on protection. He doesn’t care to ask. All he cares about is cumming and more importantly, cumming with you. 

His eyes drink in the way you toss your hair and ass around, loving how good you’re feeling. That ass is especially a sight to see. The way the thong digs into your asscheeks, making them look so plump and jiggly is almost too much. He can just imagine your ass bouncing like that while his big cock is inside of you, stretching you out. His hand is coming down to smack your ass before he can stop himself.

You gasp as the loud sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek fills the air. “S-sorry!” he immediately apologizes. “I should’ve asked first! You just looked so good.” 

His face grows hot, alarmed at himself. He’s never felt so feral for a woman before. But when you lean back and cup his face in your hand, he realizes that you’re much different. You’re a freak. “I liked it,” you whimper, pleaing with your eyes. “Do it again.” 

He obliges, bringing his hand down to smack your ass again. And again. And again. The sharp sound of his hand hitting your luscious asscheeks causes him to grind up into you, meeting the roll of your hips.

Moans, gasps, and shuddery exhales fill the air as you both grind your bodies against each other, his wet cock sliding against your pussy. “Talk to me, baby boy,” you beg. “Please just say something!” 

Taishiro is happy to oblige. “You feel so good for me, darlin’,” he groans, his cock growing beneath your pussy the more you grind against it. “I feel so good I can’t taste this pretty little pussy. I wanna make you feel good too.”

You once again look behind you, letting him see those pretty eyes. “You are,” you whisper. “And you can taste me too.” You then move your fingers beneath your thong waistband where he can hear the sound of your wet pussy when you swish your fingers in it. 

You then take your fingers out, giving him a peek of your juices glistening on them. You reach back and he leans forward, immediately latching his mouth around your fingers to suck your essence off of him. He groans at your taste, his tongue swirling around your digits. You’re heavenly. “I taste good, Daddy?” you ask, smirking at him. 

He doesn’t know if it’s the taste of you on his tongue or if it’s the nickname, but something ignites in Taishiro that has him going completely off the rails for you. Suddenly, he’s leaning up and latching his arms around your body, holding your arms down so you can’t leave.

A cute little squeak of surprise leaves your mouth that turns into a shuddery moan when his hips grind against your cunt harder, faster, urging you to cum. “Sorry, darlin’,” he chuckles. “I just have to cum, and I want you to cum too.” 

He can tell from the way your body is tensing that you’re close. He leans in to your ear, his breath fanning across your face. “Can you do that for me, baby doll? Can you cum all over my thigh like a good girl?” His teeth nip at your earlobe as his cock glides across your swollen clit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. “Like my good little dancer?” he whispers. 

“Yes!” you cry out, your pretty voice bouncing off of the walls. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy! ‘M gonna cum!” You begin to babble as your release gets closer, your hips moving on their own.

His one hand finds one of your breasts to play with, fondling it under your bra cup while he watches your ass grind down into his cock. “Me too,” he groans. “You’re just too much for me.” 

And you are. The softness and thickness of your body, the heat radiating off of your soaked pussy, and the way your thighs tremble against his finally takes him over the edge. “Take it!” he growls. “Take all of this cum, babydoll! My pretty lil’ dancer…” You whine in response as your orgasm takes over, making you shake and shudder against him. 

When you both cum, you cum hard. Loud moans of your release fill the room as you gush in your thong and Taishiro sprays his cum all over your pussy and thighs, creating one creamy mess. You continue to grind against his softening cock despite how much he moans and shudders at the feeling. “S-slow down please!” he begs. “S-So sensitive!” Relentless tingles course through his body as his orgasm rolls on, shocking him to his core. 

You laugh at his whimpers, poking your bottom lip out at him. “Sorry,” you giggle. “Hearing those moans are just so hot.” With a soft moan, you rise off of him, revealing how much he actually came. “Wow,” you laugh, shocked. “That’s a lot of cum, baby boy.” 

And how! His nut coats his thighs and pudgy stomach as well as your thighs, thong, and bra, dripping off of your skin.  “Oh, no, your outfit!” he gasps, mortified. “I’m so, so sorry! Can I pay for dry cleaning? How much is it? I’ll give you the money on top of your pay for the dance.” 

You begin to laugh at his panic, the sound like music to him. “Taishiro, it’s fine,” you say through a fit of giggles. “I can just wipe it off.” You walk over to the mini-bar and bend down, giving him a good view of your ass. You then retrieve some baby wipes from a drawer and hand him some to clean up with. Relief floods him when you wipe your cum off of your underwear and skin, nothing staining. 

“See?” you hum. “All clean.” You give him a smile that eases his nerves and fills with him a calm sensation despite what just transpired between you. A comfortable silence fills the air as you both dress yourselves, the sinful act of what you just did hidden. You then turn to him, pressing your hands against his chest. “Did you enjoy your gift?” you purr. 

His cock twitches at the memory of your thighs and wet cunt. “Immensely,” he sighs. “That was…amazin'.” He puts his hands on your hips, bringing you closer. ”You were amazing.” 

He wants more of you. Much, much more. 

You lean your head forward, your nose brushing against his in a nuzzle that gives him tingles all over. “I’d wanna stay and snuggle, but I’ve gotta get back to work,” you sigh, sounding disappointed. You aren’t the only one. He really doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you. He’s never felt so free with a woman before, especially one that embraces his fat form. 

You look up at him, almost bashful and shy now. “I wanna see you again though. I’m sure as a pro, you’ve got your busy schedule or anything, but if you ever find yourself here again or–"  

“Yes!” he practically shouts. He then retracts, blushing despite bursting with joy. “Y-Yeah,” he calmly says. “I wanna see you again too.” He pulls away from you slightly, playfully teasing you. “But I think I’d need your number for that,” he chuckles. He eyes your phone across the room on the couch. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, playfully ticking your nail against your chin. “I don’t know,” you hum. “Do snuggles come with that?”

For some reason, his cock twitches even more at the idea of cuddling with you. He smiles down at you, his hand gliding down to cup your ass. “Of course, darlin’. Don't you know I’m a seasoned snuggle professional?” 

You then smile brightly, giving him the impression that this is what you wanted to hear. After he slides his phone out and you put your number in for him, you stand up on your tip toes and press a sticky kiss to his cheek, signaling your departure. “Well, I’ve gotta get changed,” you announce. He releases you and watches you walk to the door, hating to see you go but loving to watch you leave. 

You turn to him before you open the door, a sexy smirk playing on your lips. “I’ll be seein’ you, birthday boy. And you’d better call me.”

Taishiro smirks back at you, shoving his hands in his pockets as if that will hide his excitement. “I can try to work around my busy schedule for that.” 

You giggle at his playfulness and your hand goes for the doorknob. But you never reach for it. It pauses in mid-air as you gasp thoughtfully to yourself. “Oh, and I almost forgot!” You turn and skip back over to him, the cutest smile on your face as you do. 

Before he can take a breath, you’re grasping him and pressing your lips against his, promising more endless nights of this as his mouth glides against yours. Slowly, you pull away and smile at your glittery gloss now all over his mouth. “Happy birthday,” you whisper. 

Taishiro heart pounds against his chest as a smile crosses his lips too. His hand then reaches down into his pocket where he slips out a $100, crisp and clean.

He slides it into your bra strap, emitting a bellied laugh from you. “Thanks for the gift,” he chuckles. 

THE END. 

[jaibunni]

thinking about bf!toji being absolutely fed up with the couple in the room to the left of you guys at the hotel that you're staying at. for the last two nights of your stay they've been fucking at all hours. loudly.

which honestly wouldn't be a problem if they weren't so goddamn bad at it.

toji can deal with a lot of things, but bad sex isn't one of them.

no rhythm whatsoever to the knocking sound of the headboard against the wall, wails and moans that sound like they belong in either an amateur porn video or a B-rate slasher movie, no sounds of foreplay, and worst of all in toji's opinion, it only ever lasts for ten minutes max.

his final straw was getting back to the hotel from your company's christmas party only to find that they were once again going at it, and still very badly. so toji decides to show them what real sex is supposed to sound like.

next thing you know, you're on your knees, holding onto the headboard for dear life as toji grips your hips so tight, pulling you back into his brutal thrusts -- each stroke so deliciously hard that the loud clap of your ass cheeks echo throughout the room. you always tend to get twice as wet when you've had a little to drink so the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your dripping wet pussy adds to the symphony of sound that the people next door can no doubt hear.

speaking of which...

it seems your lovely neighbors have cut their fun short. their normal racket stopped abruptly not too long after toji had put your hands on the headboard, forced your legs wide, and fucked into you. but this wasn't enough for toji. he'd had to suffer through their horrid excuse for sex for two days. two horrible, nerve grating days. so he was going to put his stamina to good use and return the favor tenfold.

grabbing a handful of your hair, toji pulls your head back slightly, pace never slowing as he takes in your glassy eyes and parted lips.

"c'mon ma...let's show our nice neighbors what good sex really sounds like, yeah? want you to gush so hard they can hear it. want--fuck squeeze me again-- want 'em to hear your pretty moans and this messy pussy in their dreams."

needless to say, it was blessedly quiet on the other side of that wall for the rest of your stay.

today's demons are brought to you by my husband and i dealing with this scenario this past weekend. the ppl in the room next to us were so obnoxiously loud when they were fucking and what made it so annoying was that it didn't even sound like it was good. tbh it sounded like what someone thinks porn sounds like. so hubby and i may or may not have returned the favor with much better results👀 ANYWAYS...ykw i'm not even gonna say i'm going to go back to working on my other fics. atp the demons have complete control so you guys will just get what you get 🤪

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bringing this back too! fkdjsfdjkbsdjf

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᧔ 伏黒 甚爾 ❤︎ dumbification with toji ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: p in v :: nerd!reader? :: degrading :: hair pulling :: swearing :: dom!toji :: spanking :: nicknames .

WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.

“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.

You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”

He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.

Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.

Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.

But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.

“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.

You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”

“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.

He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”

ᨳଓ * .ﾟ a/n | thank you for 1.3k im so happy 🥹 request from this. ᰔ ᰔ

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❝ #HardLaunch ❞                  ⤷ Choso Kamo x Reader ﾉ 呪術廻戦

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𖥻 𝓼𝓾𝓶. Engagement going public, to make this work you gotta get in good graces with the family, Bunny! Welcome to the Jungle babe. You'll do great! You hope.

𖥻𝓬𝔀. (chapter specific) rom-com ﾉ crack ﾉ fluff ﾉ sexual tension ﾉ gojo is annoying lmfao ﾉ satosugu mentions ﾉ a lil angst ﾉ lots of cute family moments with yuji, wasuke, jin and sukuna ﾉ choso is bae as always <3 ﾉ 𖥻 𝓪𝓻𝓽. innaillus ﾉ naemi ﾉadrienwithane0

               𖥻 𝐜𝐡.𝟐 ❯❯❯ Family Matters 𖥻 𝐰𝐜: 𝟖𝟔𝟐𝟎

Your alarm clock this morning is what sounds like a full-scale invasion.

You jolt upright, heart hammering, and it takes a solid three seconds to remember you're not in your condo, you're not being robbed, and the ceiling you're staring at belongs to a man you agreed to fake-marry twelve hours ago.

Downstairs is a warzone—pans clattering, a TV blaring, a child's shriek that could curdle milk and a gruff voice demanding to know who already drank all of it.

Yeah, your demure-girl morning tea and meditation era is over.

Noticing Choso's side of the bed is empty, you panic for a moment before remembering he mentioned being the household cook. So there’s a safe bet Choso is probably responsible for at least some of the noise downstairs.

You sigh. Well girl, time to get ready to meet your new temporary family.

Wanting to put your best foot forward, you came prepared — your outfit's been picked out since yesterday—an angora sweater, tweed skirt, tights and a cute pearl choker along with a matching tweed headband. The kind of unassumingly polished, chic maximalism you learned à la Blair Waldorf and Gossip Girl marathons. 

Perfect for when you really needed to turn up the charm.

Dressed, you crack the bedroom door and peek into the hallway. The coast is clear—and you dart to the bathroom, lock the door and get to work. You do the full glam of hair and face, the kind of beat that looks effortless but takes you forty-five minutes.

Armor on, you follow the racket downstairs and into the kitchen.

You’re barely across the threshold before five faces turn toward you at once. Everything goes silent except the sizzling pop of breakfast on the stove."

Instantly you’re reminded of the elimination round of that dating show you were on once— except nobody's holding a rose and nobody on the dating show looked like they had the aptitude to kill you.

"There she is." 

The shirtless mountain from the couch is awake now, eyepatch settled into place, one tattooed forearm slung over the back of his chair and a coffee mug that looks comically child-sized in his massive grip.

“Sleeping beauty herself.” He tips his chin at you, a cruel grin on his face. "We were takin' bets on whether you'd use the stairs or just bolt out the window."

"Sukuna." Choso throws a disapproving glare over his shoulder, still at the stove making breakfast.

"Don't worry, Bunny dear, we weren't." A lean man at the table turns to face you from behind a laptop—three empty coffee cups fanned around it, a cursor blinking on a page that's mostly white space. He's got the family's pink hair, glasses, and the specific thousand-yard stare of a man who has been losing a fight with a sentence since 4 a.m. "We knew you'd take the stairs either way."

“Dad!” Choso sighs and  Jin grins apologetically.

“Sorry, son, couldn’t resist.”

Choso rolls his eyes, biting his tongue. He’d tell Jin to save that wit for his empty page but it’s not worth the fallout of everyone being roped into another impromptu brainstorming session—which is really just everyone arguing.

“Alright, you’re right. She just woke up in a house full of strangers, she doesn't need an interrogation before she's had coffee." Jin offers you a tired, yet soft, smile. "I'm Jin. Choso's dad. Well, step-father-ish. It's—a complicated tree, don't worry about the branches." 

He waves at the landfill that is his laptop, notes and coffee. "Also please excuse the mess. I'm on a deadline. I'm always on a deadline.” Jin sighs. “The deadline and I have a very toxic relationship."

“Not as toxic as the one with Kaori was.” Sukuna snarks with a snort.

“Enough!” Choso actually turns around, spatula in hand, ready to use it like a weapon if necessary.

"What?" Sukuna raises his hands, all wounded innocence, a gesture that would be more convincing on a man with fewer visible scars and certainly one not wearing an evil smirk. "I'm only makin' conversation. Bonding, yeah? She's family now, right? She should know where the bones are buried." His one good eye drags over you—head to slippers, then back up, taking his time cataloguing you. 

You try not to shiver but you'd definitely jump if he said boo.

"Tsk, just a little thing—foreign n’ pretty." He says the last word like an accusation, then swings his gaze to the back of Choso's head. "How'd a burnout who smells like fry oil pull a baddie, huh? Escape from the grippy sock farm? Hit her head? "

"Immigration hit me, actually," you say  before Choso can defend you. Folding your arms you do your best to look tough and hold your ground, "but it's nothing I hear compared to your hit record, oh fearsome King of Curses."

The nickname was one of those high-school rumors—Sukuna's reputation as a hitman preceding him by a mile making him well known. You didn't even remember it until it fell out of your mouth just now without a second thought, shit, did you go too far?

There's a pause long enough for you to mentally map the distance to the front door, thinking you’d gone too far—before Sukuna barks with laughter, sharp and surprised, pointing at you with his mug. "Ha. She talks back."

He leans toward Choso, "I like her. Keep this one, runt."

"I'm trying to," Choso mutters under his breath. You don’t catch it though, distracted by Jin’s questioning.

“And when exactly is this wedding?" 

"Three weeks," Choso says. “Just submitted paperwork for processing and Bunny’s got a planner handling the ceremony.” 

“Three?” Sukuna whistles. "Shotgun wedding speed. Classy. Ya sure she ain’t knocked up?"

You nearly choke.

"Christ, Sukuna, she's about to get deported." Choso snaps, a plate rattling a little harder on the counter than he meant it to. “She doesn’t have longer than that.”

"Sure." Sukuna rolls his eyes, “And in nine months we won’t be turning  Jin’s office into a nursery filled with ‘little bunnies’.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers but you don't get to marinate on that, because a small body suddenly detonates against your legs, tired of being ignored and wanting your attention.

"Are you the phone lady?!"

You look down to meet enormous brown eyes and a cowlick of pink hair defying several laws of physics. The face says barely five but the grip on your knee is giving ten-year-old. 

"I'm Yuji! I'm five!” Yuji adorably holds up three fingers.  “I got a Gundam that's this big—" he throws his arms wide, nearly clipping the table, "—and I know you 'cause Cho-nii looks at you on his phone—"

"O—kayyyy! Yuji sit down, it's rude to—" Choso starts but Yuji ends up finishing proudly, because five-year-olds recognize no authority and have zero tact.

"—when he thinks nobody's looking! But I'm always looking 'cause I'm sneaky!!" 

Yuji beams up at you, gap-toothed and thrilled. "You're way bigger. On the phone you're so small. Are you gonna live here forever? Can I braid your hair? Only Cho-nii let’s me!  Kuna-ji won't let me braid his, Chichi's is too short and Jii-chan doesn't have any—"

"Yuji." An old man at the far end of the table lowers his paper. ”Come and say that to my face ya lil—”

“Eeeeeee!” Yuji runs behind your legs, giggling. “Save me nee-chan!”

You laugh and the old man sighs, his cutting gaze landing on you next. He looks at you over the top of the sports section for a long, appraising moment. 

Then he grunts. 

And goes right back to the paper.

"That's Wasuke," Choso says, setting a plate of grilled saury on the table. "My grandfather. Not great with strangers but that grunt was a good one."

"How can you tell?"

"There's a bad one. You'll know it when you get it." Choso nods towards a chair. "Sit. Before Sukuna eats yours."

"I would," Sukuna agrees, already eyeing your fish.

You sit. Slowly,  because most of the table is still watching you with varying degrees of open interest. In front of you is a full breakfast—grilled fish and rice and miso and three kinds of pickled veggies, arranged with a care that’s far beyond the breakfast smoothie you usually make for yourself.

Nobody in this house stands on ceremony when food's involved though. By the time you pick up your chopsticks, everyone but Choso has already dug in. Instead, he watches for your reaction as you carefully take the first bite.

It's real good. 

"...This is great, Cho, thank you." 

Choso nods before turning to his own plate. But the tips of his ears go faintly red, and across the table, Jin's eyes flick to him, then to you, then back—and the author files something away without saying a word.

Once it’s clear everyone is finished, it’s Jin who sends Yuji upstairs on an errand before steering the conversation back to the elephant in the room.

"So." He closes the laptop, which you get the sense is a rare event. "The marriage. Choso gave us the shape of it a few nights ago, but—" he laces his ink-stained fingers together, "—walk us through it. For the people who were still incarcerated at the time."

Jin casts a pointed glance at Sukuna.

"I prefer 'extended vacation.'" Sukuna sips his coffee. "The food was shit but the schedule was great. ‘Sides, what’s there to explain? We’re no strangers to a little fraud."

You wince, but Sukuna isn’t wrong. 

“All we have to do is keep up appearances.” Choso says plainly. 

"Appearances." Sukuna speaks the word like he's tasting it. "You hear that, Pops? We gotta look respectable." 

Sukuna gestures to Wasuke who ignores him and the conversation entirely. 

"I wouldn't have offered if this all hinged on you looking respectable, Sukuna." Choso cuts in.

"Character growth takes time." Sukuna leans back, arms crossing, ink shifting over muscle. He's gaining much more amusement bantering with you, so he lets Choso's jab slide. 

"Point is, sweetheart, you married into a household that's got a very colorful resume. Pops did his stretch, I did mine—" he jerks a thumb at Wasuke, then himself, "—Jin's the black sheep. Never killed anybody in his life. We don't like to talk about it."

"It's my one true shame," Jin sighs dryly, not looking up from his laptop.

"Even emo boy here's caught a few bodies." Sukuna thumbs at Choso as your eyes widen.

"Don't scare the girl, Kuna!" Jin smiles sympathetically. "Choso was in and out of that life fairly quickly, thankfully, Bunny. Nothing to worry about—just some petty theft and vandalism."

“Yeah, that they could nail him for.” Sukuna adds. “Learned from the best how not to leave any tracks.”

“I’ll put you in the ground so deep they wouldn’t find you even if there were tracks.” Choso growls through his teeth, fork in hand, readied like a weapon.

Sukuna's head snaps toward him, not about to let an open threat slide. "Yeah, s’that right runt? Try me and I’ll personally deport your ass to hell."

If there wasn't real love buried under all this, they'd have killed each other decades ago. That thought is what tips you into laughter—soft, spilling out from behind your hand before you can stop it.

Choso's shoulders drop as he withdraws, remembering himself in front of you.

Jin smiles. Happy you aren’t put off by the family’s loving dysfunction. "See? You'll fit right in!"

"Yeah jokes," Choso says, shaking his head. "Mostly, but it's not nothing Bunny. I get this is far from your world so if you want out, door’s open. No hard feelings."

Down at the end of the table, Wasuke grunts as he snaps the crease straight in his paper, turning the page like you've already disappointed him.

"...That was a bad one, wasn't it?" you whisper across the table to Choso.

"Yeah," Choso confirms, shaking his head. "Gramps is a skeptic though. Pay it no mind."

Then Yuji, oblivious to all of it, bursts back into the kitchen. "Bunny! Bunny! When can I show you my Gundam?!"

You smile warmly at him, and whatever lingering doubts you felt dissolve in the face of this tiny, vibrating person. They can’t be so bad if they’ve been raising such a happy kid.

"Wanna go right now, Yuji?" 

"Let’s goooo!" Yuji throws both fists up.

"Well, the kid likes you so that's legally binding." Sukuna points at you and Choso in turn. "Congratulations. You're stuck with us. Try not to get anybody arrested." 

Sukuna stands, all six-six plus feet of tattooed menace and ruffles Yuji's hair on his way out. "Only thing you’ll need to worry about is the brat keeping his mouth shut.” 

"Hey! I'm good at secrets!" Yuji stomps his foot, a cute frown on his little face.

Sukuna snorts. "You brought my old ankle monitor to daycare for show and tell."

"That was sooo COOL! But uh,  ‘Gumi says his dad had them on both ankles though so he already seen ‘em."

Sukuna laughs as Jin tries to hide his amusement behind adjusting his glasses.Wasuke turns another page.

Under the table, without looking, Choso's knee bumps yours. 

Thank you, maybe. Or sorry. You don't know and maybe in this case there's not a difference.

You bump it back anyway before getting dragged off by Yuji.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of logistics. You meet Manami—your wedding planner— at a café in Omotesando where she's already assembled a mood board, a vendor shortlist and a timeline that makes your head spin. Three weeks. You have three weeks to make a fake wedding look real enough to fool social media. 

By the time you get back to the house that evening, you're drained but lighter than you expected to be. The morning went better than you'd braced for—nobody threatened you (each other but not you), you weren’t interrogated too hard and Yuji, the five-year-old, declared you his new best friend. 

All in all, not too shabby.

You think.

That night, you can't sleep though.

You're already getting more used to the house—the weird creaks, the way the pipes groan at 2 am, Sukuna's snoring rattling through the floorboards like seismic activity. But it doesn't quite feel like yours yet—and you suppose it's fine all the same since it was never supposed to.

More importantly though, you have the big jk-I'm-not-leaving-I'm-actually-engaged announcement post queued for 7:45 am tomorrow morning—prime first-thing-after-waking-up scrolling time for maximum engagement. Damage control, hopefully, as there's already a few gifs immortalizing your tear-streaked crash-out circulating along with escalating-saxophone edits of your meltdown.

Giving up on sleep, you throw on one of Choso's hoodies—yours now, by squatter's rights—and some yoga pants, wandering downstairs to find a light still on.

Not the house. The izakaya.

Figuring he must be in there, you slip through the adjoining door. 

Bingo.

Choso's at the counter with his reading glasses on, apron cast aside, doing the books by the light of one lamp. Ledger open, pen behind his ear—there's a quiet peacefulness on his face you've never seen before. You can tell he genuinely loves this place.

The izakaya is a different world after hours and for the first time actually sober you take it all in. Stools up, grill cold, no customers—just the hum of the fridge and the scratch of his pen.

"Can't sleep?" He doesn't look up from the ledger but his foot nudges the stool beside him, inviting you to sit.

"New house sounds, I guess." You slide onto the one stool beside him, the only other one down, it’s almost as he expected you. "Your uncle snores like a dying engine."

"You get used to it." Choso makes a note, caps the pen and looks at you finally—studying you a second in the low light, you look restless. You’re also wearing his hoodie and he swallows, quickly moving on from that observation before it can go anywhere. 

Distracting himself from that, Choso does the one thing he knows will help in this situation and hops up to move behind the bar.

"You don't have to—"

"I know."

He's already pulling things down though—a splash of this, a spoon of that, quick and practiced as he whips you up a special bartender’s choice concoction. 

"This isn't on the menu. I only make it for people I like." Choso smirks, setting it in front of you.

"How many people is that?" You tease.

"Currently?" Choso fake-ponders. He produces a straw and tiki umbrella out of seemingly nowhere, garnishing your drink.

"You. Jin.” He lists. “...and Yuji gets a virgin one."

You smile and take a sip. It's good, a little on the sweet side, something citrus underneath and a hint of mint. You wrap both hands around it, savoring the buzz as it's still strong as hell underneath it all.

Satisfied once he’s given you a drink, Choso goes back to the ledger. The vibes are nice, you have to admit. Yet it’s not long before the quiet prompts all your worries to come rushing forward again with a vengeance.

"Can I say something that sounds a bit pathetic," you ask, after a few minutes, circling the rim of your glass with a manicured nail, “Just promise not to make it a thing though, okay?"

Choso looks up, skeptical. "When have I ever made anything, a thing? That's always been you, if memory serves."

Touché.

Yet when you don't even fight him on that, Choso takes off his glasses, giving you his full attention. Whatever this is, it's got you down enough to not swing back and he notices.

"The announcement post goes up tomorrow," you say. Quieter now, staring into the glass. "7:45 am. I've drafted it like fifteen times. And I keep—" you turn the glass, "—I keep thinking, what if they don't buy it? What if someone digs and finds out there's no history past high school? Two million people are going to look at this and decide in three seconds whether it's real, and if it's not—" your throat tightens, "—if even one outlet runs with 'visa fraud’, it’s over.”

You take a breath.

"And then I think—what am I even saving? Like, what am I actually fighting this hard for? A follower count? A lease? I've been so focused on staying that I haven't stopped to ask what I'm staying for." Your nail taps the glass. "I built this whole life here, Cho—career, friends, everything—and sitting in that immigration office, I realized none of it could save me. Not a single piece of it. It's all just... can be gone so easily." Your laugh is hollow. "And I don't even know if what I built was real or just content."

You brace for the fixing. The have you tried, the pep talk, the unsolicited advice.

But it doesn't come. The refill does though—Choso already behind the bar, topping your glass like he never left it.

"That's not pathetic," he says. "That's just true. Different thing." He caps the bottle. "And you don't have to smile here. Nobody's counting."

You exhale something that's not quite a laugh.

"Give yourself some grace, Bun." His mouth twitches. "Can't be all bad, you've gotten comfortable enough to steal my hoodies, wifey. "

You catch his raised brows and that knowing twitch—a callback to the wardrobe he already gave you shit for.

"Don't start."

"Wouldn't dream of it, ‘sides, it looks good on you."

Choso winks and you pout, cheeks growing warm.

And that's it. 

He goes back to the books and lets you sit in the quiet with a drink and a half-pitcher he made just for you to refill.

Choso doesn't ask you to be okay. Doesn't ask you to be anything.

It’s refreshing.

So you stay while longer, neither of you fills the silence, and for once it doesn't need filling.

Honestly, you'd intended to keep him company until he finished. But those three glasses of whatever tropical death sentence he'd whipped up clearly had other plans, and your eyes are losing the war..

"M'gonna head up," you mumble, stifling a yawn. "Night, Cho."

"Nite, Bun." He doesn't look up from the ledger. "Leave the glass, I'll get it."

You slide off the stool but pause in the doorway.

"Cho?"

"Mm."

"...Thanks. For everything."

"Anytime, Bun."

You go upstairs and fall asleep faster than you have in weeks, barely waking up in time for the post to go live. 

The post announcing your engagement goes live at 7:45 am on the dot.

By 7:47, your phone is unusable.

The reaction splits cleanly down the middle at first—half your followers are stunned into all-caps keyboard smashing, the other half convinced it's all a bit. 

SINCE WHEN??? HARPO, WHO IS DIS MAN!? girl there is NO way you had a whole ass boyfriend and said NOTHING. she’s SCAMMING, your honor!

But then the high school photos inevitably do their work.

You'd dug them out of your cloud the night before—grainy, unfiltered, the two of you crammed into that courtyard with the rest of the delinquent crew. You in a uniform skirt rolled too short. Choso with that ridiculous septum ring flipped down, scowling at the camera while you peace-signed beside him. Fifteen and oblivious. The timestamps do the heavy lifting—nobody fakes childhood photos like this.

The tone shifts fast. 

Wait this is REAL real!  childhood friends to lovers pipeline I'm SCREAMINGGG!!!  omg young bunny lore! she's been keeping him a SECRET?? 

And then, inevitably, the thirst.

Because you'd been careful with his face—he didn't tell you, but you knew. No full shots, nothing identifiable enough for someone to find him on the street. Just his hands wrapped around a coffee mug, collared shirt sleeves rolled down covering his ink as a candid from behind—highlighting broad shoulders, dark hair fully down and the suggestion of a jaw. Lastly, a photo of the two of you holding hands from the waist down, him black jeans and boots, that should have been innocent and absolutely was anything but.

PUT HIM IN GREY SWEATS IMMEDIATELY!!  my gawdddd, long 2 di number pon di tape measure!! drop the @ or he’s AI. those HANDS?!?!?  forget the hands, THAT BACK! sis, what are you feeding him?! kami, i've seen what you've done for others…

You scroll through the comments with your coffee, snorting into the mug, silently grateful that Choso is not and will never be the type to read the comment section. Or have any social media at all but the bare minimum. 

You’d die if he checked these.

Especially at the speculations of how spicy your non-existent sex life is.

But in the end no one who’s consequential questions it. Not one outlet, gossip blogger or podcast sniffs at the major fraud of it all.

The high school photos killed every doubt before it could breathe. You look at the numbers climbing—likes, shares, saves—and feel the knot in your chest loosen for the first time in days.

It worked.

Now you just have to keep it working.

Your only annoyance in the moment is the fact that Gojo, seeing the announcement, keeps blowing up your DMs, asking you to spill every single detail and begging for a wedding invite. No one but Shoko and Utahime know the truth and you want to keep it that way, Gojo can't hold water. 

So you really need him to stop blowing up your DMs. 

toru 🤑📈: EXCUSE ME???????? toru 🤑📈: CHOSO???? KAMO CHOSO??? toru 🤑📈: THE EMO KID FROM THE COURTYARD WITH THE HOLES IN HIS FACE?????? toru 🤑📈: SINCE WHEN?? toru  🤑📈: HOW!? toru  🤑📈: AND WHERE IS MY WEDDING INVITE?! toru  🤑📈: SUGURU OWES ME 1,000,000¥ HE SAID YOU'D CRAWL BACK TO HIM FIRST!! toru  🤑📈: I NEED THE TEA IMMEDIATELY!! SPILL!! toru  🤑📈: BUNNY toru 🤑📈: BUNNY!!! toru  🤑📈: BUNBUN~~~!!!! toru 🤑📈: BUNNY ANSWER MEEEEE!!!! :( toru  🤑📈: THAT’S IT! FUCK THIS CONFERENCE AND KEYNOTE  toru  🤑📈: DROP A PIN!! I’M OTW!!! toru  🤑📈: BUNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

You mute the chat. 

He'll survive and you know Suguru will keep the completely unserious CEO at whatever conference to give the speech, thankfully.

The post does its job. The comments flood in, the narrative shifts, and for the first time in weeks you feel like you can breathe.

But surviving the internet is one thing. Surviving this household is another—because an engagement post only holds if the people inside the house are selling it too. And right now barring Yuji, the adults in Choso's family tolerate you the way you'd tolerate a stray cat that wandered in during a storm: fed, sheltered, watched with mild suspicion to see if it scratches the furniture.

You need to learn the hierarchy of the household in order to get in the rest of the family’s good graces.

𖥻

The thing about a house full of men who mostly communicate in grunts and threats is that they have never, not once, owned a functioning set of measuring cups. 

Choso is a great cook, of course, but he's no baker.

You discover this three days in, when Yuji finds you on the couch mid-depressive doomscroll as you still haven’t picked out a dress and Utahime is on your ass about it—and announces that his birthday is in six months and he wants to practice making his cake now so it's "really good by then."

In reality the kid just wants cake and you can’t lie, it’s sounding really good right now and definitely beats your anxiety-inducing interaction monitoring.

Which is how you end up elbow-deep in a mixing bowl at 2 pm, flour on every surface including the ceiling—you still don't know how it got up there—with a five-year-old sous chef who believes more is always better.

"More sprinkles."

"Yuji, they're not even in the batter yet—"

"More sprinkles!!"

Of course, you give the kid his sprinkles. It's easier than the alternative. 

By this point, Yuji’s got a smear of chocolate across one cheek, the fierce concentration of a surgeon and the strength of a wrecking ball—cracking an egg against the bowl with his whole fist and then looking up at you, devastated, when the shell and yolk go everywhere.

"It's okay." You coo as you fish out the pieces. 

"Happens to everybody. Watch this—one hand, gentle, like you're booping it on the head just a little. Not a full bonk."

Predictably Yuji bonks the next egg like he's declaring war on it.

"...a little less bonk Yu-chan. It’s an egg, not Uncle Sukuna’s forehead."

There’s a rough growl from somewhere in the house and both you and Yuji giggle.

You never thought you'd be good with kids. 

Maybe it's just Yuji—the kid is adorable and activates a maternal instinct you didn't know you had. You want to protect him at all costs and you're starting to understand why Choso is so ride or die for him. A bundle of energy, a little jester—you haven't laughed like this in weeks. Not genuinely, at least. For the first time since this whole mess started you're not thinking about any of it.

"Cho-nii!" Yuji shrieks the second you both hear the sound of the front door opening. "We're making my birthday cake!"

"It's September." Choso's voice calls, from the genkan.

"'For practice!' you call back, booping Yuji on the nose as he beams up at you.

Choso appears moments later, taking in the disaster. The ceiling flour. Both you and Yuji are covered in batter. You, mid-laugh, sprinkle container in hand, looking nothing like the wrecked girl who cried into his bar a week ago.

"Cho-nii, why's your face all weird?" Yuji asks, head tilted.

"It's not weird." Choso clears his throat. "Ah, er, you've got flour on the ceiling and more batter on you than the pan Yu."

“I suppose we did go a little overboard, huh?” You giggle, wiping yourself off with a paper towel, not realizing you missed a spot. 

"You've got—" He crosses the kitchen, wets his thumb, and drags it across the streak of flour on your cheekbone—like he's done with his younger brother Yuji a hundred times over.

Except you’re not Yuji. 

You’re his fiance, well, fake fiance but real for all intents and purposes.

The realization hits you both at the same moment—his thumb still on your skin, the rough pad of it warm against your plush skin and the kitchen shrinking to the space between his hand and your face. You can smell him under the bar-and-leather—cleaner, closer to the scent you've been falling asleep to for the last three nights without realizing you've memorized it until now.

“Woah.” Yuji’s eyes mimic saucers. 

"—flour." Choso's hand drops, ears going red, wiping the residue on his pants. 

"THUMB KISS!!" Yuji bellows, delighted by something he doesn't even fully understand.

"It was flour—" Choso throws from over his shoulder, the dishes suddenly interesting as hell.

"Cho-nii and nee-chan, sittin' in a—"

"Finish your batter, Yuji." 

Yuji does too, gleefully at that, still singing the sitting-in-a-tree song at full volume with half the words wrong while you and Choso actively pretend the last thirty seconds didn't happen. 

You busy yourself wiping down the counter, while he busies himself with the dishes next to the sink that were already clean.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes on the flour-dusted counter. You pick it up gingerly — the screen's already a mess.You glance at it expecting Manami or Utahime—but it's an Unknown number, which immediately puts you on alert. 

As an influencer you keep your real number to a very select group of people.

You open it and then immediately wish you hadn’t.

Unknown: new phone who dis? Unknown: jk it's me I got a burner. Unknown: me as in toru :) Unknown: and you thought muting would stop me?? Unknown: HAH! imma COCKROACH baby I SURVIVE!!! Unknown: bunny! Unknown: bunbun c’mon! Unknown: at least tell choso I said congrats :( Unknown: oh and if you don’t unmute me I'm telling him you used to call me daddy~~~!

You nearly drop the phone into the batter.

You panic-delete the daddy text so fast you almost crack your gel extension tips on the screen, quickly glancing over your shoulder to make sure Choso didn't see it. He's still at the sink, oblivious—bless.

Your phone lights up again—a second text, from Suguru this time:

Suguru 🐍: Satoru bought a prepaid phone at 7-Eleven specifically to text you. Suguru 🐍: I want you to understand the level of unhinged I'm dealing with right now. Suguru 🐍: Congratulations on the engagement, btw. But please call him. Suguru 🐍: He's currently working with the Marketing VP to change the messaging on the company’s Shibuya billboard to ‘UNMUTE ME BUNNY’ Suguru 🐍: I won’t be able to gather the board quickly enough to stop him either.

Goddamit toru! 

Urgh, Suguru needs to get his little albino fairy boy under control—you are already in the trenches with this fake marriage stuff!

You🐰💖: thank u sugu 🥹 You🐰💖: but im kinda dealing with a lot rn. You🐰💖: can’t you just crush a xan in his kikufuku again? You🐰💖: cause istg if he even sends a ‘hi’ to choso i’ll put money on his head. You🐰💖: i have connections now. You🐰💖: ALSO You🐰💖: for the record You🐰💖: i NEVER called him that and he KNOWS it!!!!!!

It's not long before you get a response.

Suguru 🐍: Good call. I have some on hand actually. Suguru 🐍: And I know you didn’t, Bun. Suguru 🐍: Because that’s what you both used to call me. Suguru 🐍: But I'll pass along the threat. 

You shove the phone face-down and go back to the batter, sweating bullets, hoping Choso hadn’t turned around for any of that.

"Hey, hey, Nee-chan! Are you sick? You look reallyyyy shiny!" Yuji announces as unhelpfully as an overly helpful child can be.

"It's the oven, Yuji—just finish your batter, kiddo." 

Winning over Yuji was easy. The five-year-old loved you before you even walked in. 

His grandfather is a different beast entirely.

As the patriarch, Wasuke is a fixed point in the house and the go board by the window in the living room is his entire kingdom. Glasses down his nose, playing game after game against an opponent who is always, pointedly, no one. Nobody in the house plays him. You swiftly surmise this is less about interest and more about self-preservation.

"He's brutal," Jin warns you in passing, catching you lingering on the periphery of the living room. "Made a man cry once. A yakuza lieutenant, I believe. Wept like a widow."

So naturally, you have to see for yourself.

It isn’t long before you sit down across from him, your pink Pilates wrap and leggings making you look more Barbie doll than competitor.

Not that Wasuke's surprised. He'd sensed your hovering long before you made a move. He knew it was only a matter of time. 

"You know how to play?”

"More or less? Capture the stones, right?"

"Then no." The wily old man turns a black stone over in his fingers. "I don't play for fun."

"What do you play for then?" 

That gets his eyes up. "Five thousand yen a game."

You blink your prettiest, dumbest blink. "That's like—fifty bucks? To play a board game?!"

"To lose a board game. Which you will." 

Wasuke is already reaching for the bowl of stones. Sharks can't help themselves. The thing about old habits and old hustlers—neither knows when to quit.

"White's yours. Black goes first." 

Considering the fact you’re still seated as confirmation of the terms of play, Wasuke places his first stone with a decisive clack—upper right star point, claiming the corner like he's planting a flag.

How chivalrous, you think sourly, already at a disadvantage.

You lose the first game in twenty-two moves. 

Wasuke opens with a double star-point formation—aggressive and territorial, just daring you to invade. You try a shoulder hit on his corner enclosure and he punishes it immediately, cutting off your stones before you can connect, swallowing territory like a man who's been eating amateurs alive for decades. 

You pay up, pouting, all ugh, I almost had it. 

You lose the second even worse—he builds a massive framework across the whole right side of the board, a moyo so dominant it's practically a wall and every attempt you make to reduce it just feeds him more of your pieces as prisoners. 

You sigh, digging through your wallet like it hurts.

“Okay, okay, you’re really good, Jii-chan! One more though? All in, double or nothing?” You pout batting your eyes. “I think I’m getting the hang of this now.”

Wasuke just stares at you smugly, thumb stroking the edge of a black stone—his tell, the one you've clocked across four games' worth of watching him play nobody. He always does it before an aggressive move, always reaches for the lower-left, always overcommits to territory he's claimed because he can't stand to lose what he considers his. 

You wonder if he ran his former organization under the same ruthless dogma? 

Regardless, it’s obvious Wasuke believes he's found an easy mark in you.

Although Wasuke is sure Choso won't be too happy about him hustling money from his bride-to-be—the prissy little thing who'd done nothing so far but look pretty, steal his favorite spot at the kotetsu and trash the kitchen baking with Yuji.

Yet what better initiation into an ex-yakuza family than losing your shirt at the go board?  

He'd go easy on you—relatively. He’d let you keep your shirt.

"Double or nothing," he agrees, magnanimous as a man about to take candy from a baby.

Unfortunately for Wasuke, this is where you stopped pretending.

You've played since you were Yuji’s age—all thanks to your godfather who you'd visit in Japan in the countryside during the summers and he didn't own a TV. 

This time you let Wasuke build the position he loves. You play passive—a fuseki that looks aimless, stones scattered like you're still learning the board, letting him take the lower-left corner with that aggressive shimari he can't resist. 

He reads it as incompetence. It isn't.

And you prove it too. Twenty moves in, you strike. 

A cutting stone placed right between two groups he assumed were connected—a single move that severs his formation, and suddenly his sixteen stones in the lower-left are gasping for air with no eyes to make life. He tries a ko fight to save them. You ignore the threat entirely, because you've already read three moves past it—sacrifice a small group on the upper board and use the sente to seal his stones' fate.

Sixteen stones captured. 

Dead on the board in one sequence he never saw coming because he was too busy underestimating the girl in pink.

The room goes dead silent.

Wasuke stares at the board. Then at you. 

The dumb bimbo blink is gone off your face and you let him see the coy smirk that replaced it.

"You hustled me." Wasuke grumbles, narrowing his eyes.

"What, you think just because I look like Barbie I can’t play?" You stack his money neat, standing to slide it into your pocket, "Whose fault is that?"

Wasuke just grunts—low, long, with a hum buried in it that nobody in this house has heard before—and Sukuna nearly drops his beer as he passes by, clocking the fallout.

"Pops. Did she just—"

"Sit down. Now." 

You're not sure if he means you or Sukuna, but you both sit down anyway—the authoritative tone is enough to tell you he meant business.

Wasuke's already resetting the board, flicking dead stones back into their bowls, and it's the highest honor this man is structurally capable of granting. 

"I was going easy. We’re playing again, real stakes this time."

The games that follow are a different animal entirely. No hustling, no sandbagging—just two people who actually know what they're doing, trading territory, reading three moves ahead, grinding each other down stone by stone. Wasuke plays like a man who learned strategy in rooms where losing meant more than money. You play like the kid who spent every summer getting destroyed by her godfather until the day she didn't.

By game three of the rematch, Jin's abandoned his laptop to come watch. 

By game five, Yuji—drawn back downstairs by the commotion—is asleep against your side, and Sukuna's calling plays over your shoulder like a bookie, shouting “cut, cut, CUT there, you idiot!” at moves he only half understands. 

Eventually, the commotion pulls Choso from the Izakaya, who stands in the doorway with a dish towel forgotten in his hands, watching you battle his grandfather stone by stone while the whole family crowds into one room.

By the end, you owe Wasuke a thousand yen. About ten bucks—but a far cry from the thirty thousand he thought he'd be pocketing from the double or nothing wager. 

The old man won more games in the rematch, barely, but you gave him hell for every single one.

When you do try to pay him, Wasuke refuses. He just grumbles about needing to buy more cigarettes and goes to take a walk.

"Congrats, Bun," Choso grins as you watch the old man shuffle out. "He definitely likes you now."

"I feel more like he might be plotting a hit."

"Yeah, but he only does that to people on his good side."

You laugh, and don't think much more of it. But Choso does, noting the whole family in one room, peacefully, for the first time in longer than he can remember.

All because of you.

“Come on champ, I’ll make you a victory lunch.” Choso says heading back to the Izakaya.

You nearly correct Choso that technically Wasuke won the games overall, but then you consider the win of his approval to be the much bigger victory as you skip behind Choso— with Yuji right on your heels the second you announce you want tempura for lunch.

You settle into a rhythm after that. Wasuke tolerates you, Yuji adores you, Sukuna heckles you. The only one you haven't quite figured out yet is Jin. 

Jin is the quiet one, which in this house means he's merely eccentric instead of a walking felony.

Where Sukuna fills a room and Wasuke rules his corner of it, Jin drifts through—head in a manuscript that isn't going anywhere, glasses perpetually lost on top of his own head, receipts and unpaid parking tickets used interchangeably as bookmarks. He forgets to eat. He forgets what day it is. Once, in a particularly sleep-deprived state, he called you by three different wrong names in a single conversation, apologized to a houseplant he mistook for you and then wandered off mid-sentence because a better sentence for his book had occurred to him. 

Jin is, in the words of his older brother Sukuna, "a genius and a disaster—and the genius part is up for serious debate."

So when Jin lowers himself into the chair across from you at the kitchen table—legal pad, pen, and the fond squint of a man surfacing from another reality entirely—you already know you're in for something.

"Can I ask you a few things, Bunny?" Jin’s uncapping the pen before you answer. "For research, of course."

"The book?" You smile, looking up from your phone.

"The book." He sighs. "My editor wants a romance subplot this go-around. To think, for twenty years I've written pure crime and thriller—bodies, betrayal, the yakuza stuff I actually know—and now she wants love." 

He says the word like it tastes different than it used to for him. "I've forgotten how it goes. The falling in it part. Been a long time since I—”, Jin pauses, the ghost of a wife long gone moving through his memory,"—well. It's been a long time and I'm a bit jaded. So help an old man out."

"Jin, come on. You’re hardly old and besides, I’d be getting deported for staying single, I don't think I'm your expe—"

"When you fall for someone." Jin’s not listening though, he's already decided. Author-locked-on you with a pen poised for notating. "Is it all at once? A poetic lightning strike? Or does it creep in slowly, disguised as something ordinary, until one day you look up and it's just there. Which one's the real one?"

You actually stop and think about it, and unsurprisingly, come up empty. "Honestly? I, um, I don't know. My track record's a graveyard. I haven’t been one for lasting relationships. I'm probably the last person who should be answering this."

Jin hums, unbothered, and tries another door.

"Alright, alright, different angle then, let’s try to map the male lead here." Jin leans back, pen tapping his chin, eyes going distant the way they do when he's building a character out of air. 

"Say there's a man. Quiet type. Not flashy—the kind people walk past, ignoring or avoiding. Doesn't say much, doesn’t chase anything. Hmm, oh, and runs some little place that’s always in a deficit as he’d rather help the community than turn a profit." 

Jin pauses to make sure you’re still following and nods seeing you are.

"He’s also steady. The type you don't notice until you lean on it and it actually holds. Loyal to a fault. Been carrying a torch for years and never said a word, because saying it might cost him the small piece of her he already has." He turns the pen toward you, putting you on the spot. "A man like that. How does he fall? What does it look like, from the inside?"

Oh! hypotheticals? Those are easy, you think.

"Oh, that guy?" You warm up, elbows on the table, chin perched on your hands. "That guy's easy. He doesn't fall—he's already down bad. Probably has been for years and just... lives in it. You know? Like it's not even a choice anymore, it's just natural, like the weather." You wave a hand, building. "He's not the lightning-strike type."

You shift, getting into it now because this is actually kind of fun as a thought exercise.

"And he'd never say anything. Obviously, God no, he'd just—be there. Show up or whatever, without being asked. He’d be so easy to be around that one day she looks up and realizes she can't picture life without him and by then it's like—" you snap your fingers, "—too late. She's already in it. She just didn't—"

You stop.

Something in your own sentence snags on a feeling.

 It's there and gone before you can name it.

"Yes?" Jin says, eyes closed and all smiles as he beckons you to continue.

"...anyway," you finish, weaker. "Um... that guy. He'd be a good one. In your book, I mean."

Opening his eyes, Jin peers at you over his glasses.

He's still smiling, small and knowing and so gentle it should tip you off—like he’s watching someone describe a building they're standing inside of and calling it a nice place they wished they could visit someday. 

"Yep," Jin says decisively. "I think he would be."

That's when Choso walks in from the Izakaya, apron on, the groceries for dinner in his arms and clocks the scene in a single frame—you, his father, the legal pad, that particular cheesy grin on Jin's face. 

"...What are you two talking about?" Choso is already wary of the answer—his entire family seemingly on a mission to send him to an early death by mortification. 

"Love," Jin says, delighted, all innocence.

He knew it.

"Dad..."

"Your wife-to-be," Jin says, capping his pen with enormous satisfaction, "was helping me with a character."

"Uh-huh," Choso is fearful of the damage control he’d need to do this time.

"A man." Jin's practically glowing now, brimming with barely contained glee. "Quiet, the steady type—runs a little bar that's never more than half full at best. Pining, hopelessly, for years, too much of a coward to say a word—"

“You’re joking—”

"—purely fictional, of course, son!" Jin turns back to you. "Bunny here had wonderful insight. Said he's probably already fallen and just living in it. Can't remember deciding not to love her." 

Jin sighs happily. "Absolutely devastating—and I'm putting it all in!"

Choso's looking at Jin like he's deciding which yakuza favor to call in.

"You made her—" He starts.

"It’s research." Jin quips.

"You're impossible."

"I'm prolific," Jin corrects, "for the first time in six months, thanks to your—"

The doorbell rings. 

Thank god, Choso thinks. Saved by the bell.

Jin is out of the chair before it finishes, legal pad clutched to his chest. "That's either my Beard Papa cream puffs or my editor!" he calls, already disappearing down the hall toward his room. "If it's the puffs, put them on the table! If it's my editor—tell her I died! Peacefully! Mid-masterpiece!"

You hear the door to his office slam down the hall.

Choso exhales and goes to answer it. Opening the door to a delivery person with a box of creme, matcha and chocolate-filled pastry puffs. 

Crisis averted. More than one too.

Setting the box on the counter, it's barely been there ten seconds before Jin materializes—silently, like a man who has developed a sixth sense exclusively for cream puffs—plucks one from the box without breaking stride, and drifts back out humming something that sounds suspiciously like a wedding march.

"...He's fun," you offer, filling the silence.

"He's a menace." Choso finally moves, unpacking groceries with more force than any vegetable deserves.

You watch him for a second—the set of his jaw, the way he handles an onion like it personally wronged him—and almost ask what Jin said to make him so tense. 

But the cream puffs are right there, you're starving and the moment passes with you wondering if it's worth going to disturb Jin to ask if you can have one.

Yet, Choso hasn’t moved on so easily, the frustration settling in his shoulders. He doesn't know if he should be hopeful or fearful. 

He knows you aren't marrying him because any of this is real. You don't need to know what it is to him—what it's always been, even before he had the word for it. He didn't even know himself until after high school, when seeing you wasn't a near-everyday occurrence and the absence made the shape of it unmistakable.

Even then, his time in the yakuza lifestyle dulled it—buried it under enough noise and violence and purpose that he could almost pretend it wasn't there. Until one day he saw your face on TV and everything he'd buried clawed its way back to the surface.

He's always had a thing for you. 

Still does.

When he thinks you're not watching, Choso gives you a sidelong glance, checking whether any of it stuck. 

It didn't—figures. 

You're already back to scrolling, humming some catchy  tune, your attention flickering between your social feed and the cream puffs you are too hesitant to just take.

Getting a plate, Choso slides it across the table. "Go on, dig in."

Choso considers you, before you even ask—attuned to your needs better than some actual husbands.

You don't notice you never have to ask though.

That's the whole thing.

You just never notice. Not in the way that matters.

But you do notice other things. 

Like how the house starts to feel less foreign with each passing day—Yuji's laugh becoming background music, the smell of Choso's cooking replacing your alarm clock, the way you've started leaving your shoes in the genkan without thinking about it. You're settling in. 

You just don't realize how deep.

A few days later, you're in the living room teaching Yuji a TikTok dance and the kid is, against all odds, not half bad at it.

You've got the phone propped, running through the choreography clean—hips loose, grinning at the lens, that easy on-camera brightness switching on. It's the influencer gloss, the thing you do a hundred times a day. But there's no gloss under it this time. You're actually happy and it reads on your face in a way the performed version never quite manages.

“C’mon lil J-Hope, one more take!” Yuji scrambles in beside you. You catch his little hands, walk him through it slow, and he finally—finally—lands the jump on the beat, shrieks like he's won the Olympics. You scoop him up spinning and you're both laughing—

—and across the room, on a stool, Choso has a sketchbook open on his knee. 

Pencil paused mid-stroke. He's been drawing without deciding to, the way he does, and doesn't realize he's staring until Sukuna leans over his shoulder and lets out a low whistle.

"Huh." Sukuna says dryly, delighted at an opportunity to poke the bear. "That her?"

Choso snaps the book shut. "No. It's nothing."

"Heh." Sukuna's grinning now, settling back, cracking a beer. "Nothing is Jin's novel. This looks like a whole lotta something. You got the little—" he gestures at his own face, "—nose wrinkle thing she does too.”

Across the room you glance over, the tension palpable even from where you are. "What're you two whispering about?"

"ChoCho's art," Sukuna says, wickedly.

"Ooh—ChoCho, lemme see! I've been asking you to sh—"

"It's not finished…" Choso’s already tucking the book against his side, standing to escape. 

"Later. Maybe. Just, uh, keep—" his eyes dart to the camera setup, "—doing that. Gotta go open the shop."

Sukuna watches Choso flee to the izakaya, then turns back to see you're already dancing with the lil brat again, completely oblivious. 

He takes a slow pull of his beer, shaking his head. He cannot believe he lives among this much unspoken pining like some cheesy fucking romance novel.

"Idiots," Sukuna mutters, heading off to see if Wasuke wants to take bets on when his nephew will finally crack. "Both of 'em."

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18+ | ˖  ࣪  sukuna fucks you in the fitting room after seeing you try on a lingerie

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you’re walking in the aisle of a lingerie shop, searching for a perfect, matching lingerie set.

sukuna is right behind you, walking with his arms crossed, his gaze strict on your back.

“kuna, don’t look at me yet. imma try one set, wait in front of the fitting room, please.”

he didn’t reply, just listened since he knows you’ll complain if he doesn’t do whatever you said. you went inside the fitting room, closing the hot pink polyester curtains.

the matching lingerie set is sitting on the small chair inside the fitting room, while you’re stripping down your clothes.

you know it’ll surprise sukuna. it’s a red lace set. something that for sure will drive sukuna crazy.

after slipping into the fabric, you open the curtains, just a bit to peek your head out.

“dear, come inside. i want to know if you like it or not.”

he uncrossed his arms and headed inside the fitting room. then he saw it.

you’re standing there, in the corner of the room, looking a bit too satisfied with what you’re wearing. as if you know what you’re doing to him right now.

sukuna glanced up and down at your form, taking in the perfect set that hugs every curve you have.

“... and, do you like it?” you ask with an innocent stare.

he stepped a little closer, his presence filling the small fitting room, right in front of you.

“y/n, you brat.” his voice made your cheeks well up. he’s staring at your body without any shame, with his usual arrogant smirk.

“doing this on purpose? because i promise you i won’t wait till we’re home.”

you don’t say anything, you don’t have to, he’s already planning to do it anyways.

both of his hands are placed onto each side of your hips, his thumb making random shapes. he knows that people are walking inside the store, or even waiting to go inside the fitting room.

“you’re gon’ be quiet for me, won’t ya?” he whispers in your ear, pushing your back gently on the wall.

his thumb is placed directly on your clit, inside the red lace panties. he started to move his thumb in circles.

“kuna–ah, here?” your voice made his smirk widen a bit, your tone sounds so vulnerable. it’s like music to his ears, something he wants to keep listening to.

“mmhm, here. in a public store, where it’s filled with customers.”

his other hand wrapped your thighs around his waist, pushing his thumb even deeper. you bucked your hips up, trying to feel even more of his thumb.

“greedy today?” he breathed on your neck. “don’t worry, you’ll get all of me, but i’m just preparing you now.”

a soft whimper left your mouth, his hand moved to your mouth. “quiet, brat.”

you nodded, your hips moving desperately on his thumb. he pulled his thumb out of your folds, leaving you empty and needy.

“don’t give me that look, turn around.” he says, still wearing that same smirk. you turned around, facing the wall, while your chest is pressed against the wall.

the sound of his belt filled the fitting room.

before you could say anything he’s already filling your cunt from behind. his hand came back to your mouth to silence any whimpers.

he moved fast, rough, something that won’t change.

“takin’ me so well, mmm.” he felt a muffled whimper against his large hands.

“this is the spot, isn’t it?” you nodded eagerly, placing your hands onto the wall.

his rhythm is distracting you from seeing his other hand moving towards your clit. without any warning he adds his thumb into your puffy clit.

the overstimulation you felt made you cum in seconds.

he slowly pulled out, his thumb pressing your clit one last time before he sucked the juices from his thumb.

“get back in your clothes, i’ll get the matching lingerie.” he says, grabbing the set from the ground before heading out.

sukuna is always like this, he doesn’t care where you guys are. even if it’s in public.

it can be annoying sometimes, but he won’t stop doing it. so why not enjoy those moments?

note: this is so bad don’t mind it, I’m still working on writing good smut 😭 btw should i make a taglist?

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"you're doing so well, doll."

suguru's voice is low and warm behind the camera, the tripod catching every twitch of your body as you lie back on the sheets.

the vibrator hums against your clit, pressed tight, and your hips jerk up at the sudden intensity. your back arches, thighs spreading wider as the toy buzzes harder, sending sparks racing through your nerves.

he stands at the foot of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length slow and steady while the lens records the way your pussy glistens.

"fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice thick with arousal. "so pretty when you moan for me. keep going, baby. show me how good it feels."

you whimper his name, pressing the vibrator down harder, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. your free hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, as your hips roll up to chase the pressure.

suguru's breathing grows heavier, his strokes matching the rhythm of your moans. "that's it, doll. just like that. you're perfect, sweetie—fuck, look at your pussy dripping, mm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

you whine, a small 'yes' escaping your lips as your back lifts completely off the mattress when the toy hits the right spot, thighs trembling as you messily grind against it.

suguru groans, pumping his cock faster, the head slick and flushed. "god, you're so fucking hot. don't stop—i wanna see you cum for me."

"mm...s-sugu!" you moan, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen red clit. your walls clench around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets as you feel your orgasm approaching. suguru's voice starts wavering, lost in the pleasure of his own ministrations. "fuuckk, good girl. you're doing so well. cum for me, baby—let me film it all."

your body goes rigid as your lips fall in an open-mouthed scream when your orgasm finally crashes over you, back arching high and thighs shaking while the vibrator stays pressed tight to your swollen nub.

"hahhhh! fuck! mm, sugu..." your moans break into sobs of pleasure, pussy pulsing visibly as you soak the toy and the sheets beneath you.

suguru curses under his breath, stroking faster until he spills over his fist, thick ropes of cum landing on the bedspread and your thigh while the camera keeps rolling, capturing every second it.

he steps closer once you both catch your breath, lowering the camera with a satisfied smile. "best model i've ever had," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

the footage is already saved—and there's no doubt that he's gonna use it for later.

2026 ── 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 @atelphobist

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[tonycries]

BUTTER

Synopsis. First time cúmming inside = first time losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK MEN, breéding, cúmplay, men whímpering, virgínity loss (Choso), overstím, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, proposals, full nélson, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, p slápping, p talking, limitless, oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Earned it.

“I-is she really tellin’ me to hah- f-fill her up inside, doll?” Toji breathes, dazed eyes locked down at your stuffed entrance. And he can barely focus his gaze - barely even try to sound like himself right now. “I-is this real?”

Ragged rasps just about half as ruined as he feels, lilting up in pitch. In strain. Sharp intakes of breath becoming so labored when his entire hulking body wracks with a heaving shiver. 

And Toji’s scrambling his thick fingers to latch roughly onto your face, your waist - anywhere and everywhere that might help him keep an ounce of his sanity.

But it was too late.

“Heh, did I hngh- fuck the rationality outta ya? You really want me t-to-” Head throwing back, he can’t even think of finishing his sentence. Of doing anything other than curling one set of fingers around your throat. Biceps flexing when he shoves you even harder onto all fours on the silken sheets, he cranes over to place a line of pretty pecks down your teary cheeks, panting, “Well…wh-whatever my girl wants- she gets, right?”

And he meant it.

Oh, he couldn’t even believe it. Toji had your pretty pussy overfilled with all of his thick, thorough inches - slamming his hips drunkenly against yours when you’d babbled to cum inside. Fuck, it’s so real.

And that’s all it takes for him to clamor up one of his staggeringly muscular thighs up onto the plushy bed. To messily slip and slide across the saturated puddle of your sweet, sweet dripping juices and press his foot down shamelessly on your head. Like he couldn’t get enough.

The new angle nestles his hefty cock disruptively, dredges of his sweltering hot precum splat! against every inch of your clingy cunt.

“Oh yeah- th-this is the stuff.” His dark, dewy eyes veer to the very back of his head, hissing when his achy cock expands open your gummy walls. Throbbing head swelling plumper to curve even deeper, “Let me- l-let me hear ya, ma-”

Your trembly fingers rake a reddened line down his calf. Gasping for air at the way the rotund end of his angry, strawberry-pink tip kisses against your g-spot so snugly. “W-wan’ it so badly- please.”

“Want what?” Toji’s teasing tone rumbles from behind, and he’s gyrating his hips ever-so-slightly slower. Making sure to draw out those wet, translucent glides down your tight channel, “Can’t- can’t hear you-”

Honestly, he had absolutely no idea whether it was because of your honeyed tone breaking out into the cutest of whimpers, or because Toji’s ears were popping. Swatting a wet smack! at your beading clit to get you to yelp, his drawling mouth moves all by itself. “Already asked- t-tell me now unless ya want me to cum outside-”

“No! No no no-” And that was all the threat it took to have you careening unsteadily onto your elbows, fully forgetting the mean restraint of Toji’s foot on top of you. “Please- need you to cum inside please-”

“Louder.”

You’re sneakily shivering your hips down every one of his rummaging inches. “Toji-”

“Ohhhh- my bad.” With a slight snicker, his tongue glissades a wet gloss down the very edges of his scar. Leaving rounded circular bruises at your bobbing throat just how harshly Toji was jostling you with the vice-like embrace, and you can only manage out a few sniffles when he drags by one strong arm to crash the recoil into his ruthless hips. Dangerously stopping you in your tracks. Humming, “Stop fuckin’ running, I w-was talkin’ to ya pretty pussy.”

Your bleary eyes snap open, “What–”

“Shhh, doll- stop whining so much–” he’s cooing in a syrupy slow cadence. “Jus’ needa- needa hear it from her.”

Slapping down his leaky cockhead along your sloppy hole every few strokes, having you drooling a glossy sheen down his thick shaft like you were painting him. So much of it that the dripping wet noises were resounding in Toji’s ears, dancing around his melty mind like his new favorite song. 

Oh, he loved to hear it. Over and over and-

“S-so soaked.” he’s groaning out like a mantra, darkened eyes grifting together. Mouth can all but lift his drunken maw slack open at every tightening clamp of your syrupy pussy, “You want me to cum inside this badly, doll?” 

And you feel your puffed-up pussy lips get even more soaked at the utter pussydrunk look on Toji’s usually smug-features. “Because I’ve been thinking about this e-ever since the day I met ya-” He’s craning over - hunching, more like.  Baring you with his most crazed gaze, “To breed ya- to fill you up ‘ntil you think you’re gonna hah burst. To make ya a pretty momma so-” Back muscles flexing, abs aching with fatigue, lips dragging a sopping wet kiss. “-please let me cum inside.”

Ah, who was Toji Fushiguro against you?

Because as soon as your head even dares to move within the inch of that half-delirious nod you send his way, Toji’s sopping your insides sloshing wet with his cum. For the first time. In awe. Load after load being fucked up into you - white flashes behind your eyes when you feel it knock against your womb, trickling down over your cervix.

And there’s so much of it.

“Gonna have yer g-gorgeous eyes-” he slurs, crushing you with his full body weight. “-n’ your smile fuck- my love for ya-” It won’t’ stop - Toji can’t stop, can’t reel back the weepy curving divot of his head. “M’thinking four- no- five.” Still oozing out a milky gloss even when he’s dragging his fat cock out of your hole. 

Still cumming. Smearing every nook and cranny of the sheet below white as he flips you around and plants a sudden smack! on your overspilling pussy, gushing out obscenely when Toji’s urgently bringing his face down, down, down.

“Oh. Fuckin’ delicious.” His eyes droop half-lidded at the heavenly sight - shit, he could get used to this. Mouth watering, his feverish breath wafts all over your sensitive pussy. “I earned this, didn’t I, ma?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Happy wife, happy life

“Ken-”

“...”

“Ken.”

But oh, Nanami Kento can’t even hear his pretty wife right about now. Can’t do anything but shove his greedy tongue down the ends of your sopping wet slit, pooling your syrupy juices all the way down to his throat.

In fact, the only response you’re being gifted with is a furious pull on his dangling work tie - barely even bothering to change out of it - to be able to swipe his nose down more freely in a long kiss down your puffy clit. More, more, more-

Keening, your fingers tangle into Nanami’s blond strands - tugging, dragging, but shit, he couldn’t - wont. It hurt for him to even think of pulling away. Roughened palms scissor past your folds, and he pants, “P-please- fuck- just a bit- more-”

He was addicted. Gone. 

“B-but Ken-” Couldn’t register anything past the way your voice was dipping into a whiny territory right now that made him twitch dangerously. That is, until- “Wan’ to cum w-with you- to have you ah- cum inside-”

Oh.

If you thought that Nanami was drunk on you before then you were completely unprepared for the way that singular babbling plea make him still. 

It makes him gasp, honeyed eyes widening, feverish breaths spilling out in heaving puffs of condensation - once, twice. Before your back is suddenly slamming down on the counter, legs splayed out shamefully by Nanami’s sturdy forearms, and your cunt-

Fuck, in a few split-seconds, you were being stuffed so thoroughly open. Nanami’s reddish cockhead springing down to gift a wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit, he’s swiping down the ends of your drooling lips. 

“I-inside?” he breathes, a few octaves higher than usual.

You’re nodding, your fingers twirling around his haphazard tie. “Inside.”

“Anything…” Nanami breathes, and he sounds like he doesn’t even know that he’s saying the words. Barely ripping his gaze from you to scramble for your left hand - before placing a sweet, sweet peck on that cool wedding band on your ring finger. “Anything f-for you, my love.”

You’re almost crying at that ruthless stretch of his globular tip poking at your insides, he’s caving in a way open - and even after so many years, you’ve never gotten used to how staggeringly big Nanami’s girth was. How his curved divot was steaming out a thick wad of precum that already made you feel so full.

Now, you two had discussed kids - but never acted upon it like this. This needy. This frenzied-

“Wh-whatever you want, y’know-” He’s humming depravedly into your mouth like a mantra,  thumbing past your pouty lips to spit into your mouth. And that very sight of those translucent splatters makes his hips stutter mindlessly, “Anything for you- anything for the future momma of my kids-”

Shit, you throw your head back as soon as he’s grazing two digits down the very hood of your neglected clit - only for Nanami to jostle your head over his hands.

“C-careful-” he murmurs, hand dipping down to massage your neck. Your shoulders - all while his fat cock was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. “-don’t wan’ you to hurt your- hah-self, darling. S’not good f-for the-”

Baby.

Nanami doesn’t think he can even bear to say that simple word right about now. 

Risking losing whatever’s left of his sanity, he’s wrapping one beefy arm around your middle to crush your body to his. And before you know it, you’re being hastily jostled off of the counter and dangled midair - all while your gentle husband barely even breaks a sweat. Utilizing the lewd properties of gravity to let you bounce down onto his long length and back upwards. His voice cracks, “-baby.”

“Ah-” your trembly hands wrap their way around his neck, giving Nanami the perfect angle to pepper peck after sultry peck onto your bouncing tits. “D-don’t hah- drop me, Ken, m’kay?”

Drop you?

Drop you?

God, he lets out a slight chuckle at the very thought. Angling to rut his inches even deeper upwards, every tiny massage of your elastic walls around his painful cock makes Nanami nod. So fervently that stray strands stick to his prespired forehead. Such a pretty mess of your sensible husband. “Mhm- w-won’t drop you, I swear- I swear-”

Hips speeding up in such a sloppy way now, but even how you’re tightening his tie won’t make Nanami stop - slow down.

“Promise?”

Slowly, his dribbling cock gushes out even in even more velvety ribbons, you’re watching in such delirious awe at the way those delicate strings of slick and spit stretch all down his pinkish shaft. 

“Promise-” he groans, feeling light-headed. Heavy balls thwacking in a sticky staccato against your ass. Fingers gliding up, up, up to where he was nudging your sensitive g-spot, bruising out his circumference on all your sensitive areas. Kiss after French kiss into your gooey heaven. He presses down. “-gonna f-fill you up right here- won’t miss. Swear I won’t m-miss-”

And he doesn’t.

God, he grows sullenly quiet to hear all those delicious squelches the very moment Nanami’s steaming hot cum is spilling into you. Warming you from the very insides- and your own orgasm has you seeing stars. 

Sloshing around in his favorite little swivels, he can’t help but let his hips gyrate slowly to feel it coat a creamy gloss down his sensitive cock. To feel your tiny whimpers and whines when his seed dredges down your womb. Drip! drip! dripping onto the kitchen tile in an echoing splatter from your slobbery slit. 

You leave a wet peck at the ends of his curled lips, “W-wan’ keep it all inside, Ken- all of it-”

God, you were going to be the death of him.

“M’gonna marry you all over again- s-swear and- and…” And just then, he shudders so violently that you fear for a split-second, legs around his toned waist tightening. “-o-oh, my love- m’gonna cum again.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “U-use me.”

“I-I’m so close-”  Geto finds it in himself to grit his teeth, to force his jittery fingers up to pinch your plump clit. “-gonna cum- fuck, s-stop riding me, honey- unless ya want me to fill you up heh-”

It’s said so low and sultry and even through your hazy mind, you know that it’s a simple tease coming from your boyfriend. You know that he didn’t mean anything by it - but that certainly doesn’t stop the way that your hands grasp around his shoulders, knocking your heads into a messy French kiss. “But, I want you to, Sugu.”

Oh. 

Geto Suguru can’t hide the way his chest heaves with a choked-up moan, how his head throws to the very back of his silken pillowcases when his hips rut upwards into you like a fucking animal.

It’s like he was out of control. Ears ringing with the words, it takes the cult leader below you every shred of will in his entire body to groan out, “D-don’t joke like that- fuck- gonna give me a heart attack, y’know-”

“M’not joking.”

Shit, his eyes widen. Straying down to where your puffy pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, swallowing up every greedy inch that you were being drilled with. Throat dry, every sound that comes out of him now is painfully raspy, “Y-you fuckin’ mean it? Better not be fuck- talking outta this naughty-” Swat! Coming down to kiss a punishing smack against the edges of your drooling cunt. “-pussy.”

You couldn’t fake the way that makes you glissadingingly drenched even if you wanted to. Nails raking down Geto’s curvaceous pecs to steady your stuttering hips, your bounces grow frantic. 

“Please- c-cum inside-” begging. Maybe you were cockdrunk already, pouting in a way that has his hefty, cum-filled balls squeezing. “Jus’ want you all inside-”

And when Geto thinks back to this situation, he doesn’t know how he was ever supposed to stand a chance. Because with a gasping ricochet of his fat, curved cock onto your most precious g-spot, he’s surging stringy wads of seeds that trickles down your inner thigh. Cumming and cumming so hard - it’s never felt this good - that he almost forgets it’s too early.

That is, until you’re gasping a soft “Baby, did you-”

“Sh-shut up-” And you swear your big, strong boyfriend whimpers. He’s furiously blinking away those glittery globular tears at the ends of his eyes. A tiny pout smeared across his rosy pink lips when you’re being flipped.

One hand around your throat, the other plugging back creamy dredge after dredge into your drooling cunt. Almost as if it was offensive to him to catch that syrupy drizzle, he’s making such a fucking mess. 

“Such a filthy girl- n’ a filthy cunt-” He sputters out, and Geto felt like he was burning a bright red blush all down his pretty features. Matching the angry way your hips were being slammed into his, “Think you s-sooo fuckin’ fuck- fuck fuck fuck-”

And shit, he can’t even finish his sentence before those moans are petering out into speechlessness. A singular tight squeeze of your gummy walls encircles his hot girth. And it’s enough to make him whine, “Please- fuck, how are you doing this-”

Sounding so genuinely in disbelief, you watch as Geto’s mouth drops lewdly at the way every pearlescent bead of his cum was directed towards your cunt. Seeping out through the edges of your sopping lips.

You’re giggling in a drunken way that makes him flinch, “S-something wrong, Sugu?”

“Don’t-” he bares you with a feral grin. Heavy limbs throwing apart your limp legs to jostle his hips into you even harder, and it’s like Geto was spearheading into your lungs. Swiping up translucent wet splatters of his fat head in delicious drags down your spongy cervix. Hissing that even the slightest bit of recoil had him parting from the melty depths of your pussy. “-don’t call m that ‘nless you want me to- oh-” His dewy eyes roll to the back of his head, leaving another unapologetic smack! on your peaked clit. “-t-too late. M’gonna cum- fuck fuck fuck- n’ s’all your fault-”

“Awww–” Teasingly, your fingers drag through his long curtain of hair, scratching lightly at Geto’s scalp in a way that makes him purr. “-how can I hah- make it up to you, Sugu?”

The only thing he wanted right now was to cum inside you again. Once more. Twice. Thrice. Again and again and-

“Use me-” Geto gasps, and he’s careening his head down for what you assumed would be one of his favorite messy kisses - only to wrap those pinkish lips around your tongue and suck. “Use me use me- ohh please, use me- honey- make me a daddy. D-don’t even care anymore-”

And when he cums, Geto’s filling your already sloshingly drenched cunt with heavy loads of his seed. Sticky and honeyed enough that it’s next to impossible for him to pull out and sheath his rock-hard dick unforgivingly into your pussy. 

One of the biggest threats to jujutsu society - whimpering when he spews out a stream of wet swears into your open-mouth, shivering at every one of your milking clamps to drag out something delicious from him. 

He’s curling his hulking body into yours, dripping fingers glistening all the way down to Geto’s wrist with just how much of his loads he’d shoveled all the way back inside your cunt. Giving your sloppy hole a languid circle around the diameter with his slender fingers, before popping them into his mouth. 

And Geto can only see stars behind his eyes, he can only moan at the taste, “I think…” Peaking out a hazy eye at your squirming figure - where the hell did you think you were going? He’s hypnotized, dragging you back into his clutches with a hand curled prettily around your throat. “-that w-we’re not done until m’cumming b-blanks, honey.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marry you…

One swipe - just one swipe of Choso’s fattened, blushing red tip down your slit is all that it takes for his stupidly pussydrunken eyes to run to the back of his head. For his drooling mouth to slack open with all the utter need of a virgin, “Please-”

You’re humming through your moans, arching your body just right for him to feed you more and more of his half-flaccid inches. “Tell me what you want, baby-”

Fuck, he’s winking open his eyes to peer down at you. Hands traveling their way to roughly jostle your pliant body into one of the meanest mating presses you’d never thought your dear inexperienced best friend possible.

“N-noo–” Choso’s whining, pressing wet pecks down your lips. “Don’t call me that, baby- or else m’gonna…”

Choso’s handsome cheeks burn a shameful red when his eyes drift down to the gooey splatters of cum smeared along your stomach from not too long ago. Just the prospect of being able to put it in too much for his fried brain to handle.

And you’re finding your fingers darting across the glossy sheen sticking to your skin, bringing those drippingly wet digits up, up, up for Choso to gladly wrap his lips around. Sucking. 

“But I want you to, Cho–” Watching as his eyes widen, mouth dropping into a soft oh! Your voice drops into such a hum that makes his swollen tip twitch startlingly. “Want you to c-cum inside m-”

Shit, he doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence - and he doesn’t want to. 

Not unless Choso wants to make an even bigger fool of himself in front of his pretty best friend that oh-so-kindly suggested taking away his virginity. Not like there’s anyone else he’d even dream of giving it to.

Thick, sculpted thigh hiking up, he’s slamming his hefty cockhead down until your swollen folds were kissing up in a sweet, sweet pucker against his thick hilt. Grinding in slow, sultry gyrations upwards like he still wanted to stuff you with more, more, more- 

“I-I can can cum inside?” Forehead beading with sweat, lower lip wobbling with the sheer effort that it took to merely hold back the way that his achingly hard cock was straining for release once more. Hissing at the almost sizzling drag of precum down your bulging g-spot. “For my first time? Inside? R-really inside?”

And despite the way that he was so patiently waiting for your answer, Choso couldn’t help the way the greedy curve of his thumb swipes down your peaked clit. Rolling in lazy circles - low, and slow to make your gummy walls clench in that particular way he’s slowly gotten addicted to. 

You’re nodding with a smug smile at how pretty he looked all fucked-out like this. Darkened eyes all droopy and half-lidded like he was blinking through syrup, muscles twitching mouth-wateringly, hair browner than usual with his sweat-dampened streaks. You can’t help but wring your fingers through his locks and tug, in a way that makes him hiss. In a way that makes him gasp. 

In a way that has him spurting out a thicker stream of precum into your gooey cunt - close. So close. “Mhm– let it a-all out inside, baby.”

Oh god, and then he does-

He does and Choso’s sure he sees the pearly gates of heaven right then and there, and he knows you’re his very own angel.

“Move your pretty fingers, baby– I wan’ you to t-take it all-” It’s not even mean the way he swats away one of your hands subconsciously cupping your split pussy - it’s just desperate. So that he can place pound after filthy pound to fuck you into the soaked sheets. 

Whining out, “Yeah please- fuck-”  Snapping his flexible body down until you were folded helplessly in half, every languid second is spent with such velvety ropes of cum being stuffed down to the bottom of your pussy. “Wan’ this forever- forever please-” Thick, stringy wads that stick and slide down your walls - that overspills when it’s too much for your snug channel to take. “W-want this…”

And just one look of his greedy gazy downwards And Choso’s gasping like he couldn’t even believe he could cum this much - couldn’t even believe he could stop at this point.

“Marry me-” he’s sputtering, eyes clearer with the sudden idea. As if he’s imagining it already. Hips shifting to lazy down his sloppy staccato into something more thorough. “B-be my wife- have my kids- please-” Something that has your toes curling with pleasure, branding every ridge and thumping vein down his shaft into your walls contorting around him. Hiccuping - little sobs curling at the back of his throat, “Please- please I need you to marry me-” 

It’s overspilling - adding to that little milky pool from below. He’s barely even thinking before swiping a hand through some of those creamy remnants of cum. Sucking. Taking your own - popping that ring finger of yours into his mouth.

Drool drips down the side of his sodden lips, moving to mewl softly. “D-did that really just happen?”

The words come out nothing but a whisper, strangled and strained from the very depths of his rumbling chest. And Choso’s peering down at you like you were everything - his softening cock sending sparks down his spine with every slight rub down your sopping wet folds. 

“Mhm–” your hands make their way down his pecs, rubbing over pert, pink nipples. Something that makes him let out a low shudder, reddened divot bursting in a few more wispy strings of seed. “N’ you did so hngh- good, Cho.”

“D-did I? Was I your oh- good boy?” he stutters, before letting out a keening pout. “B-but I need to have you cum, too, baby- need to have you cum-” And you’re so at his ravenous mercy when Choso swipes a wet thumb over and over down your throbbing clit. “-and then- then can we get married?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - MESS!

“What the fuck-” The king of curses breathes - he heaves - like never before, even in that human form of his right now. “Wh-what the fuck have you done to me, woman-”

And all the foes in the world had nothing against your honeyed whines. Absolutely no match for the way your elastic walls were clinging around his throbbing cock so tight. No match for your cockdrunk babbling that drove him insane.

“Such a filthy mouth you h-have-” he groans, leering over his inhumanly powerful body to bend over yours. You’re gaping when one of his big, beefy arms jostle you upwards into a headlock. Even shapeshifted from his true form, he was still so strong. Spitting, “Do you dare to- fuck- move those pretty lips of yours n’ repeat those words back to me, brat.”

As if you could do anything else. 

“I-I said-” you’re choking out, panting in feverish gasps of the heady air. “-said I want you to c-cum inside-”

Oh. 

In a split-second, you’re feeling your tautly stretched walls expand to limits you weren’t even sure were possible. The very bottom of your pussy being ravaged with two circular brandings - two. Two matching rock-hard cocks jostling around you. 

And the stretch of Sukuna’s devilishly true form opening your cunt to its very limits is so maddening that it takes you a second to realize that the rest of him had shapeshifted, too. 

Suddenly bigger, suddenly more towering, suddenly the king of curses. 

His strong forearm curls even tighter around your throat, knocking the remaining gasps out of your lungs. “Seriously? L-look where talking outta ya slutty pussy hah- got me-” Sukuna chuckles. Deep and rumbling from his bulging pecs, “-c-can’t even hold a n-normal form- you made me do this- fuck-”

He was fucking you like it was your fault.

Solid inches upon inches that were bruising. And if you thought that Sukuna’s size was staggering in whatever human form he’d conjured up for the safety of your poor pussy - it was absolutely incredible with both his twin girthy cocks. Bigger, thicker. The slightest ruts and grinds into your gushing cunt having him knocking into your lungs, painting down a hefty load of steamy precum. 

Messy.

“Messy-” you hear a primal rumble from above you. Shit, did you say that out loud? Condensed breath heady and hot against your ear, “Heheh- you think this is m-messy, lil’ human? Wait until I-I- hah-”

“Y-you’re really gonna cum inside, Kuna?” you’re batting your teary lashes up at your king, a delirious smile smearing itself all over your face. 

Wobbling when his snapping hips purposefully slow down to mere gyrating squelches, every push and pull feeding your slobbery pussy languidly. You have him hypnotized, maw slacking open with every lazy drag of his heavy cocks back and forth back and forth back and- “Mhm- gonna fill ya up. Breed ya u-until you’re begging that ya can’t take it. Until y-you’re all round n’ glowing with my heirs.”

God. He was out of control.

“I-I can take it-” Your nails rake airily down his ever-tightening forearm - nothing but mere kitten scratches to Sukuna. “Promise Kuna- I can-”

“Tch- this damn naughty m-mouth of yours.” he smirks in a sleazy way - just about all that Sukuna can do to not let his voice break out in whimpers right now. All he can do to hold back his building high, curvaceous tips of his thickened cocks spazzing out tight, voluminous globs of wispy white. He’s covering your prattling mouth with one hand, “Take it then- take it- but ya better make an equal mess f’me. Heh-”

Even through your bleary mind, you already knew what he wanted - to have you squirt all down Sukuna’s weepy cocks. To make a mess. 

Always his favorite.

“Th-think ya can do that?” He snarls down at you, twiddling a few sopping wet digits to toy with your pulsing clit. Third and fourth arms snaking around your waist to keep from your pathetic scrambling. To stop your escape when his hips jackhammer away harder. “Can you- my queen?”

Oh, he cuts himself off with a whimper.

Because all of a sudden your gushing cunt is surging out in waves of translucent slick. It sticks to his rubbing cocks - and all the way to his washboard abs -like a gloss, stars behind your eyes when Sukuna’s fucking you through your high. Praises slipping out in a way that would’ve tarnished the king’s reputation if anyone found out.

But right now, he didn’t care. 

Not when he’s all but bursting from his bawling tips - such thick rivers of cum that knock mercilessly into your gummy spots. The force of both his fat heads streaming out relentlessly is enough to leave your forbidden sweet spots all bruised and battered. 

Inflating your snug channel until Sukuna only had to slide a hand down to about halfway down your abdomen, pressing down at that nudge. “Heh, s’right at h-home-” 

And now that he’s filled your pretty pussy with seed, Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t think it’s possible to cum anywhere else. With a shuddering hiss, he’s dragging his cocks out, spying down with hooded eyes at the way your sloppy entrance was molding and constrictign around him - like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of him.

But Sukuna had other plans - plans that included letting his second tongue loll out, rough tastebuds sweeping a long lick down your leaky slit. Creamy cum trickling down the pinkish muscle, and he could feel his mouth grinning. Something he’s been wanting to do since he moment he fucking saw you.

“H-hey-” you’re turning your head to huff back at him. 

Smack!

“Ahh, stop yer whining-” Sukuna’s smoothing one hand down over the raised bumps of all five digits on your ass, another one of his hands guiding his fat bases to drive up your sopping crease. Pooling the milky remnants on his rotund tips. “-because m’not done breeding this cunt properly yet, my queen.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Limit(less)

“This time-” Gojo’s heaving out a dragging shudder, his face burying hotly within the tender crook of your neck. Spitting - panting, “This time this time- this- time-”

Oh, it’s been just about the same thing that he’s been babbling for the past few hours now. All that he can utter after so long of his sensitively overworked cock stuffing in and out over your overspilling cunt, flickers of jujutsu bolting with every sodden drag down your melty walls.

Truly, the strongest didn’t expect to be addicted the first time he filled your drooling pussy with thick globs of his seed - it was an accident, the first trial of trying to use limitless for its…unintended purposes. 

But right now, Gojo had absolutely no clue if this was the nth trial or whether he was simply addicted to breeding your pretty cunt.

“T-Toru–” Your fingers scramble backwards to bury in his snow locks - difficult, with the way that your boyfriend was wrangling you into a tight full nelson. Feeling the push and pull of thick cursed technique in the air - inside you. “-s’not gonna work.”

God, just the sear of your grip on his scalp is enough to have Gojo’s hips rutting up in a perfect curve off the plush king-size mattress. Fucking up into your cunt so thoroughly that you gasp at the syrupy slosh of his cum from before inside you. 

His hiccups, voice cracking into a whine at the very end. “D-do you hate me, sweetheart?”

“No?” you’re breathing out in exasperation. But shit, you underestimate just how crazed this tiniest sentiment would drive him, choking back a strangled cry of your name when he’s sending a buzzing smack! down to the hood of your plump cunt. “Fuck- why would you think-”

“Th-then let me use limitless as a- hah- condom, pretty girl-” he’s whining. And you jolt at the wet splatters of a few stimulated, pearlescent tears slipping their way out of Gojo’s eyes. “It’ll work- this time- m’the strongest- s’gonna hah- w-work- a-and if not m’jus’ breedin’ my girl’s cute cunt, r-right?”

But even as he’s prattling on and on about this, you’re feeling the flickering falter of jujutsu around Gojo’s hefty girth. Molding your gummy walls taut around his fat circumference, your spine arches with electricity. 

“Heheh-” Goosebumps prickle down your spine at the high, humorless bout of laughter at your ear - and you crane your head to look at Gojo. Sure that he’s lost it. Already wondering just how high the kill count would be. “-didn’t think th-this pretty pussy of yours would have me so ruined, sweetheart.”

And truly - he sounded like it. 

He looked like it, with his rosy lips ajar, those cerulean eyes watery and half-lidded. Glowing with power and tiny shivers of lighting at every sodden kiss to the bullseye of your g-spot. Clashing over and over in a wet push and pull, Gojo thinks that he could almost feel the rotund indentations of his curved tip right on your sweetest spots. 

“Looks like y-you’re the one ruining me- Toru-” you whine. “Just look-”

Drunkenly, Gojo’s lolling his head to the sound of your voice. Not even looking, barely even thinking - that is, until he sees.

And Gojo can’t help but let out a slew of honeyed, pathetically cracking profanities at the heavenly sight below. Pale forearms stretching out your trembly thighs even more shamefully wide to get an even closer look. 

Of your quivering hole winking up at him glisteningly, coating his fat hilt a creamy ring of white from so many of his failed attempts. Your saturatedly wet pussy lips were practically gulping up all of his heavy inches, slobbering a slow trail of drool down the side of his strawberry pink shaft and onto his twitchy balls. Needy. 

And if Gojo’s limitless protection was unsteady before then-

“Shit-” Gojo takes in a shuddering gasp, slender digits falling down to plant a wet smack! on the very middle of your bulging slit - as if all of this was your fault. “Shit shit shit shit- I-I can’t- oh-” Sharp canines sinking down so hard into your skin that you think he might break through. Just about all that’s keeping Gojo tethered to reality when his limitless shatters. “Oh god. Th-think s’gonna be another b-baby…”

All the way into a zillion pieces of nothingness and-

And then he’s cumming. 

Cumming so hard that the dim lamps by the side of your bed flickers. Then explodes. 

Pouring out such steaming hot piles of his cum - once. Twice. Before his swollen, overwhelmed balls are clenching and then he’s shooting nothing but pathetic blanks. 

It takes you a second to register the sudden darkness - all across Tokyo, in fact. You’re gasping, “O-oh, Toru did you-”

“Run out-” he’s giggling. Giggling. “Fuck you m-made me- hah- really milked me dry, didn’t ya- Spread those pretty legs a bit more, pretty girl. Let me see.” All five rounded pads of his fingers are bruising on your thigh when Gojo’s splaying them out to confirm the sputtering way his cock was driving into you. “Can’t- can’t believe- no way, baby m’supposed t-to fill you up-”

Shit, he was babbling out his true intentions so stupidly. But luck was on his side, because with a final, jujutsu-sheened swat at your cunt, the buzzing power finally sends you over the edge. 

Crashing headfirst into waves upon waves of white-hot pleasure, the engulfing goodness made you squeal. And it made Gojo grit his teeth with a low whimper at the way the simple clenching convulse of your gripping walls wrapped around his cock made him twitch in another dry orgasm. Another. And another. 

God, his first - well, not quite first - time cumming inside you and he’s already so fucked out.

Yet, despite it all, Gojo could almost count it a success…almost. 

“S-sweetheart, y’know Yaga always taught us that science experiments have hah- twenty-five trials, right?”

“...”

A/N. Gojo’s so annoying I love him.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[mtsudaa]

— LOVER GIRL .ᐟ

Toji x f!Reader. One-shot.

“Ay, ay, ay, he so deep in that pussy it’s like he lookin for somethin’ ”

Toji discovers that you haven’t found your G-spot yet and decides to lend a hand. (wc: 3.9k.)

A.N: This is based off Megans song Lover Girl if you couldn’t tell👀

A.N: I’ve been hesitant to post this one because, the more I read it, the worse it looks. Oh well! I hope you guys like it!! Also my requests are open so feel free to drop some ideas! I’m happy to do it. OKOK FR GO READ THIS!!!

Content & Warnings: explicit sexual content :: first time together :: age gap bc i love me an older man :: oral sex (f. receiving) :: vaginal penetration :: multiple orgasms and squirting :: praise and degradation :: various positions :: anal play (finger) :: creampie :: graphic descriptions :: cervix fucking :: headlock position :: leg-locking :: cum play :: spitting :: crying during sex :: drooling :: incoherent babbling :: idk how to do warnings :: can u tell

You've been dating Toji for three months now, and tonight marks a shift you've both been building toward. The age gap between you—him settled into his mid thirties with a seven-year-old son, you still navigating your early twenties—raised eyebrows at first, but there's an undeniable pull between you. Megumi's sleeping over at a friend’s house, which means you have the entire night. No interruptions. No holding back.

The bedroom door clicks shut, and Toji's presence fills the space behind you immediately. His hands find your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. You can feel every defined muscle, the way his body radiates a quiet, controlled strength.

"Been waiting for this," he says against your ear, voice low and unhurried. His breath ghosts over your skin, making you shiver. "Gonna take my time with you tonight."

Your heart hammers as his palms slide up your sides, thumbs grazing just beneath your breasts through your thin tank top. The touch is deliberate, mapping you out like he's committing every detail to memory.

"Toji..." you breathe, already feeling heat pool low in your belly.

"Shh." His lips find the curve of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses there while his hands continue their exploration. The scar on his lip—a pale line bisecting the left side—drags against your skin, a reminder of how different his world is from yours. "You trust me?"

"Yes." The answer comes without hesitation.

"Good." His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he grinds against you from behind. Even through his sweatpants, you can feel him—thick and already hard, pressing insistently against the curve of your ass. "Told you I'd help you figure out what that body of yours can do. Tonight's the night, doll."

You'd confessed to him weeks ago, during a late-night conversation, that you'd never found your g-spot. Never experienced squirting despite watching enough videos to know it was possible. He'd just given you that dangerous half-smile, the scar on his lip pulling slightly, and promised he'd show you everything you were missing.

Toji spins you around, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's immediately consuming. He doesn't ease into it—his tongue slides against yours with purpose, claiming and demanding. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, holding you exactly where he wants you. When he finally pulls back, you're breathless and dizzy.

"Get on the bed," he says simply.

You obey, settling onto the mattress while he watches with dark, focused eyes. He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the carved planes of his chest and abdomen. Scars mark his skin—some faded, some newer—each one a story he's never fully told you. His body is a weapon honed through years of whatever dangerous work he does, and right now, all that controlled power is focused entirely on you.

He stalks toward the bed, movements unhurried but predatory. When he reaches you, his hands go to the hem of your tank top.

"Arms up."

You raise them, and he pulls the fabric over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze rakes over you—your full breasts straining against your bra, the thick muscle of your thighs. His jaw tightens as he takes you in.

"Perfect," he mutters, more to himself than to you.

He pushes you back onto the mattress, following you down. His weight settles over you, and you can feel every hard inch of him pressed against your core. The friction of his sweatpants against your shorts makes you gasp, hips bucking up involuntarily.

Toji grinds down deliberately, the thick ridge of his cock dragging right where you need it. "Feel that?" he asks, doing it again. "That's what you do to me."

"Please," you whimper, hands clutching at his broad shoulders.

"Not yet." His fingers find the button of your shorts, flicking it open with practiced ease. "Lift your hips."

You do, and he slides both your shorts and underwear down your legs in one smooth pull, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hits your overheated skin, and you instinctively try to close your legs, but Toji's hands on your thighs stop you.

"Don't hide." His voice carries quiet authority as he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open. His eyes fix between your thighs, and you watch his throat work as he swallows. "Fuck. Look at you."

He runs one finger through your folds, gathering the wetness already there, and you jolt at the contact. When he brings that finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, maintaining eye contact the entire time, your face burns.

"Tastes good," he says, settling between your thighs. His hands grip your ass, pulling you closer to his face. "But I need more than a taste."

"You don't have to—oh fuck!"

Your protest dissolves into a sharp moan as his tongue drags through your folds, slow and thorough. He groans against you, the vibration making your toes curl against the sheets.

Toji eats pussy like he does everything else—with complete focus and zero hesitation. His tongue works through your folds, circling your clit before dipping down to fuck into your entrance. He's not gentle about it either. His face presses close enough that you can feel his nose bumping against your clit while his tongue explores you, and the wet, obscene sounds fill the room.

"Could do this for hours," he mutters against your flesh, and you believe him.

Your hands find his dark hair, fingers tangling in the strands as pleasure builds with each stroke of his tongue. He alternates between broad licks and focused attention on your clit, occasionally sealing his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking until you cry out.

"That's it," he encourages, the words vibrating against you. "Let me hear you."

When he slides one thick finger inside you, your back arches off the bed. He pumps it slowly, curling it as he searches, and you can feel him exploring your inner walls with clear intent.

"Gonna find it," he says, adding a second finger. The stretch makes you gasp—his fingers are so much thicker than yours, reaching deeper than you've ever managed on your own. "That spot that's gonna make you lose your mind."

He curls his fingers just right, and suddenly there's pressure—deep and intense and completely different from anything you've felt before.

"There," Toji says with satisfaction, pressing against that spot again. "Found you."

"Toji, I—" You're not sure what you're trying to say. The sensation is overwhelming, making you want to squirm away and press closer simultaneously.

"I know." His free hand pins your hip down, keeping you in place. "Just relax. Trust me."

He maintains that steady pressure inside you while his tongue works your clit, and the combination builds something unfamiliar low in your belly. Your thighs start shaking, and there's a strange fullness, a pressure that feels like you might—

"Let go," Toji instructs, pulling back just enough to watch your face while his fingers continue their work. "Stop fighting it. Just let it happen."

"I can't—it feels weird—"

"You can." His thumb replaces his tongue on your clit, rubbing tight circles. "Give it to me, doll."

The pressure becomes unbearable, and then suddenly you're coming apart. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as your orgasm hits, but it's different this time—you feel yourself gush, fluid leaking out around his fingers as you squirt for the first time in your life. The intensity of it makes you sob, tears streaming down your face as pleasure crashes through you in relentless waves.

"Fuck yes," Toji groans, and you feel his tongue on you again, lapping up everything you give him. "That's my girl. Squirting all over my face. So fucking perfect."

You're shaking uncontrollably, overwhelmed by sensations you've never experienced. When you finally come down, you're boneless and gasping, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Toji crawls up your body, his face wet with your release, and kisses you deeply. You taste yourself on his tongue, and instead of embarrassment, it sends another pulse of arousal through you.

"Did so good," he murmurs against your lips, kissing away the tears on your cheeks. "See? Told you your body could do it."

"That was—I've never—" Words fail you completely.

"I know." There's satisfaction in his voice as he sits back on his heels. "And we're just getting started."

He strips off his sweatpants and boxers, and even though you've felt him against you, seeing him bare still makes your eyes widen. He's huge—easily eight or nine inches of thick, veined cock, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Your fingers wouldn't touch if you wrapped your hand around him.

"See what you do to me?" He strokes himself slowly, and you watch, mesmerized. "Been hard since we walked in here."

He reaches for the nightstand, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

"No condom," you say, surprising yourself with the boldness. "Want to feel you. All of you."

His eyes darken, pupils blown wide. "You sure? Because if I fuck you raw, I'm not pulling out."

The thought sends heat flooding through you. "I'm on birth control. Please, Toji."

"Fuck." He tosses the unopened condom aside. "Gonna ruin you, baby."

He positions himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against your opening. Even as wet as you are, even after your orgasm, the stretch as he pushes in is intense. You feel every inch as he works himself inside, slow and relentless.

"Breathe," he instructs, watching your face carefully. "Take it slow. That's it."

The praise makes you clench around him, and he groans, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Don't do that yet," he grits out. "Still gotta get all the way in."

It takes time—he's so thick that your body needs to adjust to accommodate him—but finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you. You feel impossibly full, stretched to your absolute limit. When you look down, you can see the slight bulge in your lower belly where he's buried deep.

"Look at that." Toji presses down on the bulge, and you both groan at the sensation. "So deep in this pussy. Gonna find every spot that makes you scream."

He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The drag of his cock against your inner walls is exquisite—you can feel every ridge, every vein, the way he stretches you open.

"So tight," he grunts, setting a steady rhythm. "Squeezing me so good."

He angles his hips, searching, and when he hits that spot inside you again, you cry out sharply.

"There it is." He adjusts his position, making sure every thrust hits that same spot. "That's what I'm looking for."

The pleasure builds quickly, intensifying with each deliberate stroke. Your hands clutch at his back, nails digging into scarred skin as he fucks into you with clear purpose.

"Toji," you gasp, his name the only word you can manage.

"That's right. Say my name." He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. "Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

He reaches between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation combined with the way he's hitting your g-spot with every thrust pushes you toward another orgasm.

"Gonna make you squirt on my cock," Toji says, voice rough. "Wanna feel you gush all over me while I'm buried inside you."

Your second orgasm hits like a tidal wave. You scream his name as your pussy clenches around him, and you feel yourself gushing again, fluid leaking out around his cock as he continues to fuck you through it.

"Holy fuck," he groans. "So fucking hot. Making such a mess, doll."

You're crying again, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your thoughts are starting to go hazy, the edges of your mind going soft and unfocused.

"Pretty when you cry," Toji murmurs, leaning down to lick the tears from your cheeks. "Crying on my cock like a good girl."

He pulls out suddenly, and you whimper at the loss.

"Hands and knees," he orders.

You scramble to obey on shaky limbs, getting into position. Once you're there, he slides back in with one smooth thrust, and the new angle has him hitting even deeper. You can feel him pressing against your cervix, and the mix of pleasure-pain makes you sob.

"Too deep?" he asks, but he doesn't slow down.

"N-no," you manage. "Feels good. So good."

"That's my girl." One hand grips your hip while the other slides up your spine. "Taking every fucking inch."

He fucks you hard in this position, each thrust making your ass bounce and your breasts sway. The sounds are obscene—the wet squelch of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your increasingly incoherent moans.

"Such a good little slut for me," Toji says, and the degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him. "Yeah? You like that? Like being my personal fucktoy?"

"Yes," you sob. "Yes, yes, yes."

Your arms give out, and you collapse forward onto the bed, ass still in the air. Toji follows you down, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he continues to pound into you.

"Gonna try something," he says. "Tell me if it's too much."

You feel his finger—slick with your wetness—press against your other hole. You tense instinctively, but he soothes you with his free hand stroking your back.

"Relax," he murmurs. "Just gonna use my finger. Gonna make you feel even better."

He works his finger in slowly, and the added fullness makes you see stars. You've never felt so full, so completely claimed.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Toji groans. "Taking me in both holes. So fucking tight."

He fucks you like this for what feels like hours, finger in your ass and cock in your pussy, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You lose count of how many times you cum, each orgasm blending into the next until you're just a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.

Your mind is completely gone now, cock-drunk and incoherent. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth onto the sheets, and you can't form words anymore, just babbling nonsense and his name.

"T-Toji, Toji, please, so good, can't—I can't—more, please, so full, love it, love your cock, please please please—"

"That's it, doll," he encourages. "Go dumb on my dick. Don't need to think. Just need to feel."

He pulls his finger out and flips you over onto your back again. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up, but Toji hooks them over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half.

"Gonna fuck you even deeper," he warns.

When he slides back in, this position has him hitting your cervix with every thrust. The intensity makes you scream—it's too much and not enough all at once, pleasure bordering on pain but so good you never want it to stop.

"Look at you," Toji says, and you force your eyes open to meet his gaze. "Completely fucked out. Drooling and crying and taking my cock so well."

He leans down, and you think he's going to kiss you, but instead he spits directly into your open mouth.

"Swallow," he orders.

You do without thinking, and his eyes darken with approval.

"Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me."

His thrusts are getting erratic now, and you can tell he's close. One of his hands wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding—while the other finds your clit again.

"One more," he demands. "Cum with me, baby."

The pressure on your throat, the stimulation on your clit, the relentless pounding of his cock—it all combines to push you over the edge one more time. You cum with a silent scream, body going rigid as pleasure whites out your vision.

Coming down from your high, you feel his thrusts become sloppy. In your cock-drunk haze, your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him inside you. You need him to stay, need to feel every drop.

"Fuck," Toji chants, and then he's cumming too, buried as deep as he can get. You can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with his release, and it seems to go on forever.

The leg-lock does something to Toji. His eyes go wild, almost feral, and he groans like he's in pain.

"Fuck, doll," he gasps. "Locking me in like that. Keeping me inside this pussy."

He's still hard inside you—barely softened at all—and you can feel him starting to move again.

"Can't stop," he says, sounding almost apologetic. "This pussy's got me fucking drunk. Need more."

"Yes," you slur, still not fully coherent. "More. Want more."

"Gonna give it to you." His voice has gone rough, almost desperate. "Gonna fuck my cum deeper inside you. Gonna fill you up even more."

He unwraps your legs from around him and pulls out, and you both watch as his cum leaks out of your used pussy. The sight makes him groan.

"So pretty," he says, gathering the cum on his fingers and pushing it back inside you. "This all belongs inside you."

Then he's maneuvering you into a new position. He sits back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back to his chest. His cock slides back into you easily, and this position has him even deeper than before.

"Gonna fuck you like this," he says, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. "Want you to watch."

You look down and can see everything—your swollen, used pussy stretched around his thick cock, his cum leaking out around him, the way your lower belly bulges slightly with each thrust.

"See that?" One hand presses on the bulge. "So deep in this pussy. Fucking your cervix. Gonna make you feel me for days."

He starts to move, lifting you up and down on his cock. The position has your legs spread wide, completely open and exposed, and you can see everything in the mirror across from the bed.

You look wrecked—hair a mess, face flushed and tear-stained, drool on your chin, eyes glazed and unfocused. You look thoroughly fucked, and the sight makes you clench around him.

"Like watching?" Toji asks. "Like seeing how ruined you look?"

"Uh-huh," you manage, unable to form real words anymore.

One of his hands slides up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other finds your clit again. You're so oversensitive that even the lightest touch makes you jerk.

"Gonna make you cum again," he says. "Wanna see how many times I can make this pussy squirt."

He bounces you on his cock faster, harder, and you can only hold on and take it. Your head falls back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant moan.

"That's it. Just take it. Don't gotta do anything but sit there and let me use this pussy like the cockwhore you are."

The degradation mixed with the praise, the overstimulation, the feeling of his cum inside you—it all pushes you toward another orgasm. You didn't think you had another one in you, but your body proves you wrong.

"Gonna—gonna—" you try to warn him, but the words won't come.

"I know. Can feel you getting tight. Go ahead. Squirt all over my cock again."

Your orgasm hits, and you do squirt again, fluid gushing out around his cock and soaking both of you. You're sobbing now, completely overwhelmed, body shaking uncontrollably.

"So good," Toji groans. "Such a good fucking girl."

He shifts positions again, this time pulling you forward so you're on your hands and knees. But instead of kneeling behind you, he straddles your hips, one arm wrapping around your throat in a loose headlock while the other grips your hip.

"This okay?" he checks, and you nod frantically.

"Good," he says, and then he's fucking into you with renewed intensity.

The headlock position has you completely at his mercy. You can't move, can't do anything but take what he gives you. The angle is different too, his cock dragging against your g-spot with every thrust.

"Love having you like this," he grunts in your ear. "Completely under my control."

His arm around your throat tightens slightly—not enough to cut off air, just enough to make you lightheaded. Combined with the relentless pounding, it's almost too much.

"Color?" he asks, checking in.

"Green," you gasp. "So green. Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning to."

He fucks you harder, faster, chasing his second orgasm. You're beyond cumming at this point, just existing in a constant state of pleasure, body trembling and twitching with every thrust.

"Gonna fill you up again," he warns. "Gonna pump you so full of cum it'll be leaking out for days."

The possessiveness in his voice makes you clench weakly around him.

"Yeah, you like that," he says. "Like being mine."

"Yours," you manage to slur. "All yours."

"Damn right," he growls, and then he's cumming again, the arm around your throat tightening as he buries himself as deep as possible.

You can feel him pulsing inside you, adding to the mess already there. It's so much—too much—and you can feel it leaking out even as he's still cumming.

When he finally finishes, he releases the headlock and you collapse forward onto the bed, completely boneless. Toji follows you down, keeping his cock inside you as you both catch your breath.

"Did so good," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "So fucking perfect for me."

You can only whimper in response, completely fucked out and incoherent. Your body is still twitching with aftershocks, oversensitive and used.

Toji finally pulls out, and you both watch as cum gushes out of you, soaking the sheets beneath you. There's so much of it, and the sight makes him groan.

"Fuck, look at that," he says, running his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside you. "So pretty like this."

He brings his cum-covered fingers to your mouth, and you automatically open, sucking them clean without thought.

"Good girl," he praises. "Love how cock-drunk you get."

He gathers more cum on his fingers and feeds it to you again, and you swallow it down obediently, too far gone to feel embarrassed.

"That's it. Taste how good we are together."

When his fingers are clean, he finally rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. You're still trembling, still crying softly, completely overwhelmed by everything that just happened.

"Shh, I got you," he soothes, stroking your hair. "You're okay. Did so good for me."

His praise makes you cry harder, emotions overwhelming you.

"Found it," you mumble against his chest. "Found my g-spot."

He laughs softly. "Yeah, we did. And you squirted so pretty for me, doll."

"Love you," you slur, barely conscious now.

"Love you too," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now rest. Gonna take care of you."

You drift off in his arms, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, already dreaming about the next time he'll take you apart like this.

When you wake up later, cleaned and tucked into fresh sheets, Toji is there beside you, watching you with soft eyes.

"Hey, doll," he says gently. "How you feeling?"

"Sore," you admit. "But good. Really good."

"Good," he says, pulling you closer. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Gonna spend all night finding new ways to make you squirt for me."

And he does.

By morning, you can barely walk, thoroughly marked and claimed and completely his. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

I hope there aren’t any mistakes i did not beta read this

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Yours, Always Yours ❦݁↟⋆ ݁

Pairing: Tiger Hybrid!Sukuna x fem!Deer Hybrid!Reader

Somehow, grumpy, difficult Sukuna becomes friends with you— a ray of sunshine back in kindergarten. From then on, you were inseparable. It takes him until the last year of high school to realize he’s been in love with you. Just when everything seems perfect, society sees the love as repulsive and dangerous. The world is unkind, stomping both of you until it causes the breakup. And yet, like a cruel joke, you both happen to attend the same college. So naturally, you fall back into what you’ve always done best: being together. It’s fine. You’re friends… really! But after loving each other for so long—can you stay just friends?

Context: College AU, Yearning, Childhood best friends to lovers (to ex and friends again), Diversion w/ herbivores and carnivores, Forbidden love, Grumpy x Sunshine, Teenage romance, loss of virginity, Breakup, Flashbacks, Drunk dialing? Fluff/angst/Eventual Smut, Rut/Heat, Fwb? Knotting, Reader is a Chital deer (they have prementant white spots!) Size difference, Happy ending, dad!kuna?

Part 1: Puppy love

Still thinking about how many parts will be added but thinking about 7 (but longer parts_

A/N: Im superrr exicted to write this series (and listening to sad music while writing (ah so excited!)) but fr, I'm really looking forward to it. currently working on part 2! I couldnt find the artist :(, ill update this if i do tho

Taglist open! In addition, please inform me if you’ll still like to be tagged when smut chapter are posted for this series—for those chapters, please make sure your age is listed somewhere on your bio/page, must be 18+)

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A Love Outlawed!

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Pairing: Outlaw/Bad Boy!Geto x Good Girl!Reader

Synopsis: Geto Suguru is a name all in the county know. He’s a gun-singlin’, bad-mouthin’, robbin’ and stealin’, dirty-talkin’, horse-ridin’ outlaw. And you’re in love with every inch of that man. You’ve engaged in casual flirting and fucking for some time before you left home. But now that you’re back, Geto won’t stop until he makes his presence and feelings for you known at your aunt’s annual ball. If you want a man, look no further: Cowboy Geto will steal your heart the way you’ve stolen his! 

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Criminal!Geto; Bad Boy x Good Girl Trope; Past Relationship; Heartbreak & Angsty; Ballroom Setting; Naoya Zenin Hate lmaooo; Seduction; Eye-Fucking; Past Sweethearts to Current Lovers; Public Sex; Garden Sex; Semi-Clothed; Pussy-Eating; Deepthroat; Dom!Geto x sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Standing Up; Cowgirl; Wearing Geto’s Cowboy Hat While You Ride It; Reader Cums 2x; Raw Creampie; Breeding; Love Confession; Choso x Yuki/Yuuji x Megumi Breadcrumbs 

Word Count: 13.2k

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE!!! I'm so so sooo glad I was able to drop this before July ends I was so scared I'd have to put off all my July fics for Augst-September cuz of class, but now that it's done (AND YOUR GIRL GOT HERSELF AN A), we're finally back to our regular smutty program 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I hope y'all enjoy this one! Also the scene (spoiler alert) where Geto & Y/N are arguing is HIGHLY inspired by THAT SCENE in Sinners with MBJ & Haliee Steinfield. I just love stories with some tragedy & angst in em teehee -love, Jazz

Credits: Dividers made by @pixopix & @firefly-graphics!

You stare at yourself in the body-length mirror, admiring the woman staring back at you in the big, fluffy gown that resembles a big, pink cream puff.

You would actually laugh at the sight of it if your aunt wasn’t so serious and hellbent on the ridiculous gown. She stands behind you in her Southern finest with pearl jewelry and all, sizing you up while the sweet dresshop employee stares at you with a big grin. “Oh, look at you! Pink suits you quite well!” 

Your aunt side-eyes the employee, wiping the adoring smile right off of her face. “I’ll be the judge of that. Turn around, dear. Let me see you from all angles.” Begrudgingly, you do so, knowing that your aunt is not one to be argued with. You have to focus every brain cell on turning around in a full circle, feeling even more of a clown as you do it. 

“I can barely move, Auntie!” you protest, pouting as you stare at her in the store mirror. “This dress makes me feel like a sheep!” 

The older woman with the graying hair and gloved hands rolls her eyes before handing the employee another crisp bill to fetch more champagne. “Oh, quit your winin’! You said you wanted the finest dress for my ball tonight and I gave you just that! What’s the problem?” 

You scowl at her in the mirror, wiggling around in the dress, causing the ruffles at your feet to wish. “How am I supposed to dance? Or bend down? Or even go to the bathroom?!” Your aunt simply titters, waving a gloved hand. “You will be shown all you need to be later today. The ball isn’t until 8, but much has to be done and prepared.” 

She gives you a sharp look as she sits down in one of the lounge chairs set up in the adorable (yet expensive) dress boutique. Your aunt dragged you here over an hour ago and you’ve been here ever since trying on gown after gown for her annual July 4th ball. She throws it every summer for the holiday, inviting the entirety of high Southern society aka her people. 

Your aunt is the creme de la creme of the Southern elite, living as a third-time divorcee in her big ass house among her favorite willow trees, a fruit orchard, and cherished Dalmatian dogs that always give kisses when you see them. Though she has a big enough home to throw a party, she purchased an estate years ago that had long since been abandoned, renovated it with a brand new kitchen, a ballroom, and a garden, and has reserved it strictly for throwing extravagant parties.

That’s your auntie: a Southern belle and a seasoned bad bitch. In addition to a hopeless romantic. She reaches across to pinch your arm, earning a loud “Ow!” out of you when she notices your disapproving expression. “Drop that face. No self-respectin’, fine gentleman will give you the time of day with that look on your face…and I mean one fine gentleman in particular.” 

She dreamily sighs as she gazes over your gown, seeing you as a picture of Southern elegance. “Naoya will just adore you,” she sighs. “A picture-perfect man with a picture-perfect woman.” You roll your eyes, but only when she is busy with the employee bringing more champagne flutes at the mention of the “picture-perfect man” she speaks of.  

She has gone on and on about Naoya Zenin aka the young doctor that she has been trying to fix you up with all summer since you arrived back home. Your family is convinced that you need to start thinking about marriage despite just being in your mid-20s and straight out of an Ivy League. What you need to focus on is your career as a nurse and making your adult life in the city; not hitching a mate to carry on your rich family name.

However, due to the fact that you’re a certified people pleaser, an overeacher, and a very good girl, you agreed to your aunt’s suggestion of staying with her over the summer in your hometown and “matching you” to a wealthy Southern gent. Besides, how could you pass off a summer of lounging by your aunt’s pool, drinking plenty of delicious iced teas made by her maid, and enjoying a summer in your hometown?  

As if to bless you, the bell above the door rings, signaling the arrival of two people you’ve been waiting for. Your brothers barge into the boutique, sweaty from the summer heat in their cut-off shorts and tank tops. “Howdy, howdy!” Yuuji, your youngest brother, greets. “Anybody call for an emergency lunch situation?!” 

Choso, the oldest one out of the three of you, scowls at the dress you’re wearing as Yuuji snatches a paper bag from him. “What the hell is that?” he grumbles. Your auntie, already pissed at their interruption, glares at her nephew. “It’s her dress! Now tell her that she looks good or you’ll both get smacked.” 

Yuuji frowns disapprovingly at her while Choso silently sips on his soda. “That’s abuse, Auntie. I thought we talked about this.” But once your aunt sharpens her eyes, he switches his tune. “Wow, sis, you look so pretty in that dress! You’ll be the belle of the ball tonight!” 

“I hate you,” you mouth to him. Yuuji gives you an apologetic grin as your aunt smiles, pleased.  “Splendid! Now let me look for some nice shoes to match.” 

As she hurries off to check out the shoes across the room, you scurry over to your brothers in the dress, ignoring their struggle to not laugh. “Please tell me that’s for me.” You stare longingly at the paper bag of food, watching Choso smirk. “Mmm, I dunno. I like me some fried green tomatoes too.” 

You tsk, snatching the bag from him. “Gimme those. Auntie has been starvin’ me since we came here to buy dresses, but I don’t see any that I like!” Literally every dress surrounding you is too ruffled, too gaudy, or too stuffy. 

“Well, you know her,” Choso deadpans with a shrug. “She’s from a past generation where women didn’t show ass and ti—“ He hisses before he can continue because of the harsh smack to give his chest. “Ow!” he grunts. “Jeez, I was only tryin’ to help!” 

“The only help you’ve given me is buyin’ me lunch. This whole thing is makin’ me not even wanna go to the ball anymore.” You shove a hand into the bag and produce a fried green tomato, shuddering in joy as you bite into it. “It’s like she’s tryin’ to change me, guys,” you sigh, feeling downtrodden and low about the entire matchmaking business your aunt has cooked up for your summer. 

‘This wouldn’t have happened if you just said no,’ the critical voice in your head hisses. And here you are once again putting yourself down. For giving into your family’s expectations of you. And as usual, your brothers are there to stop your spiral. 

“Hey, hey, no, she’s not,” Yuuji soothes you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Auntie’s always had a soft spot for ya, sis. I think she just wants to bag you a rich guy before the summer ends.” And she absolutely does. Which is why she is hellbent on making this thing with Naoya Zenin work. You know for a fact that he will be at the ball, so she is doing everything in her power to stop that. 

To lighten the mood, Yuuji makes a joke. “You could always try your luck with my buddies.” You giggle, shaking your head as you finish up your green tomato disk. “Thank you, but I’m spoken for. Plus, aren’t all your friends, like, seventeen?” 

Choso raises a pierced brow at you, alarmed. “Spoken for? By who? You got a secret boyfriend I don’t know ‘bout?” But Yuuji is there to be your savior, elbowing his big bro in the ribs. “You dummy! She’s talkin’ about that Naoya guy! Ya know, the one you think is a douchebag?” 

“Oh, him,” Choso replies in disdain, rolling his eyes at the mention of the doctor. You scowl in confusion, unaware of Choso’s strong feelings over Naoya. “Why? Naoya is very charmin’ and nice!” 

At least, so far, he has. You have only known Naoya for a month, but in that time, he has been quite a gentleman–holding the doors for you, walking you home after your dates, remaining respectful and charming. He is quite the catch…but still, you feel spoken for another. Even when it’s been so long since you’ve seen him. 

“For right now,” Choso scoffs. “The dude gives me the creeps.” Yuuji hollers with laughter, slurping down his blue slushie. “Everybody gives you the creeps, you emo. Even that cowboy that sis was–”

Choso harshly claps a hand over Yuuji’s mouth to shut him up, but the damage has been done. The bottle that was clamped closed years before when he left your bed with nothing but a letter and you left your hometown pops open. 

At least a smidge. Not all the way like before. You are different now, so you smile. “It’s fine, guys,” you giggle, but it sounds strained to you. “That’s all in the past, right? After all, I’m here to find a good dress for my ‘future husband’.” 

You turn away to pretend to look for a dress, not wanting them to see the truth in your eyes—the truth that you still love that cowboy despite his past and run-ins with the law. That you still think about him all these years later even when you shouldn’t. That you still wonder where he is, how he’s doing, who he’s with….

But all of that is in the past as it should be. It’s for the best anyway. Suguru wasn’t the right man for you. While sweet, considerate, patient, and kind, he was also a criminal. He robbed banks and trains. He jumped from place to place, dodging the law. In the end, he would only bring you trouble even when he promised to never have trouble come to your door. 

Suddenly, all of that is silenced when you catch the glimpse of the most beautiful cocktail dress you’ve ever seen. The most beautiful shade of ruby red; long with a thigh slit; strapless with a sweetheart neckline; a big bow in the back that gives the dress a sweet yet sexy aura. Your eyes widen at the dress, enchanted by it. “Look at this one! Oh, it’s so pretty!” 

You rush over to admire it, pinching the gorgeous satin fabric between your fingers. Like a ghost, your aunt appears beside you, disapproving as usual. “It’s so low is what it is. I’d practically see your breasts!” 

Your brothers begin to snicker together as you glare at your tipsy aunt. “Auntie!” you hiss. “But I’d be able to move around in it. Can I at least try it on pleeeease?” You look back at the dress, knowing how daring it is and loving it for that. This would definitely be the thing to break you out of the bubble your family has built around you. 

Your aunt caves and you rush to try on the dress in a try-on room. Now the woman staring back at you doesn’t resemble a Southern circus act, but a sophisticated, sexy woman with curves accentuated by the gorgeous dress she’s wearing. Your breasts are lifted in a manner that is both seductive yet classy, the giant bow behind you like the top of a cherry on an ice cream cone. 

When you come out of the try-on room, you smile, twirling for your aunt and brothers. “How do I look?” you giggle. Your aunt gives you a pinched frown, unhappy. “Like a damn harlot. Take it off at once.” 

You look at your brothers who nod approvingly at you, silently giving you the encouragement you need. “But I love it!” you protest, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’ll wear it with a shawl or somethin’ to cover myself, but please let me get it! I’ll pay for it!” 

Your aunt sizes you up, still looking irritated by such a disgrace of a gown. “It is a pretty dress,” Choso adds. I like the bow.” Your aunt shoots him a glare, irritated by his input. “I don’t recall askin’ you,” she hisses, but he barely even cracks, only smirking at her bite. 

Your aunt turns back to you and stands, slowly circling you as if you are on display in a store window. Finally, she huffs and gives in. “Fine, but don’t complain if Naoya is askin’ to wed you. Or if all the men there come flockin’. You’re lookin’ for a husband, not a fling.” 

You smile, grateful for your brothers’ encouragement and your own courage to speak up for what you want. You give your aunt a smile and flash her your wallet. “Don’t worry, Auntie. I am a lady, after all.” 

“That’s quite the dress, lil’ lady. Who tryna impress?” Yuki whispers. “You don’t have to do much to get me.” 

Choso snatches his girlfriend back by her waist, making her giggle. “Stop harassin’ my little sister, will ya, Yuki?” he huffs, sipping on his champagne, looking so uncomfortable in his suit. Meanwhile, Yuki looks damn near goddess-like in her purple dress and blonde updo. “Please. Least I know beauty when I see it.” 

 “Aww, thanks, Yuki! You’re too sweet.” You giggle, flushing shyly in your cocktail dress that has been turning heads since you entered. 

The ball is in full swing tonight, the ballroom touched top to bottom with guests dressed in their July 4th finest: all kinds of big hats, poofy dresses, and suits as far as the eye could see. Streamers, center pieces, snack tables, and trays of champagne are everywhere you can see along with a dance floor full of guests dancing to the live band playing. 

Your aunt went all out for this ball as did you. The dress was paired with an updo you did to pin your curls up over your head, stiletto heels, and a sinfully red lipstick that stopped everyone dead in their tracks. Combined with some gold jewelry, a spritz of French perfume, and some vanilla lotion on your skin, you feel like a million dollars standing among your aunt’s crowd. 

If only you felt up to the festivities tonight. You’ve been nursing the same champagne glass for over thirty minutes since your arrival, hoping for tonight to go by quickly and to not see Naoya’s face. 

Yuuji’s eyes roll over your dress, still shocked that his sister is actually in it. “I’m shocked Auntie even let you buy that. Ain’t she big on modesty?” You cluck your tongue, waving a hand glossy with red nails that you got freshly done for the festivities. “She still lives like we’re in ‘Gone With The Wind’. Besides, if I’m gonna find a suitor, why not dress the part?”

Megumi, Yuuji’s boyfriend and date for tonight, scowls at this, confused. “Sorry, what? You’re lookin’ for a suitor?” 

Yuuji chuckles, happy to fill his boyfriend in on your troubles, much to your dismay. “Our aunt is convinced that my sweet lil’ sister is in need of a husband to carry on the family name and supply extra wealth to our lineage…her words, not mine.”

Megumi looks disgusted by this while Yuki rolls her eyes, sipping her drink. “Well, you ain’t gonna find one here unless you like the blue collar and elite assholes,” she jokes. 

And like clockwork, your aunt fans a gloved hand at you in a wave from across the room. “Oh, Y/N, dear! Look who I just found!” You can tell she’s good and drunk by the way she practically grips Naoya’s arm, presenting him like he’s some prized hog to you. 

Naoya looks fresh to death in his suit, but his appearance and smile don’t make your stomach flip in excitement. It’s something else; something the champagne is making quite fuzzy. You turn to your crew with a sigh. “Duty calls, I guess. Catch y’all later tonight.” But as you strut away in your heels, Choso squeezes your wrist, coaxing you back over. “Come get me if she’s too much,” he whispers. 

You snigger, rolling your eyes shimmering in eyeshadow. “Auntie is always too much. But thanks, bro.” Choso doesn’t look convinced though; not even Yuuji, who worriedly looks over from afar. “And you’re sure you’re okay with all this? Lookin’ for a husband or whatever?” 

The truth is right at the tip of your tongue, but instead, you stamp it down with a rehearsed smile. “Why wouldn’t I be? A doctor or a politician is better than anythin’ else, right?” From the way Choso’s brows raise, you can tell he is picking up on the hidden meaning underneath your convincing words. 

Before he can say anything more though, you quickly strut away and gulp down the rest of your champagne for liquid courage. You know you’ll need it for the rest of tonight. Your aunt grins when you arrive, yanking you over by your arm and squeezing you tight. “There she is! Now isn’t she a crowned jewel?” 

Naoya gives his award-winning, cunning smile to you.  “Yes, indeed, miss. It’s lovely to see you again, Y/N…especially in this outfit.” His golden eyes drag over your form, making you feel like a slab of food. “Thank you, Naoya,” you manage to reply with a smile. “Glad you could make it.” 

The doctor laughs, waving a hand where a Rolex watch sits on his wrist. “And miss your aunt’s annual 4th of July ball and spendin’ quality time with her gorgeous niece? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

God, he’s so quick-witted. So charming. So full of the right words to say. They make your aunt melt instead of you, opting for her to take another slurp of her Brandy Alexander. “Well, I’ll just leave you two alone.” She gives you a wink before she walks off to chat with more of her guests, leaving you alone with Naoya. 

You stand there rigidly, not sure what to do or what to say. You instantly feel stupid, hating that you can’t be as interested in Naoya as he is in you. “This surely is quite the dress,” he comments, eyes still locked on your gown. “Everybody else seems to think so too.” You give a small, shy chuckle, shrugging. “Oh, I doubt it.” 

Suddenly, the doctor reaches towards you and takes your mesh burgundy shawl that you’ve laced around your arms to place it over your shoulders instead. He is so close that you smell the overwhelming cologne wafting off of him, choking you. “Cover yourself. We have to save what is mine, won’t we?” 

His eyes glint with something sharp, but you can’t decipher it or question his words before someone is bumping into you from the side, nearly spilling wine on your shoes. “It’s getting quite rowdy in here,” Naoya huffs, irritated. “What do you say we take these drinks and head outside?” 

And what do you do? You say yes. Because how else are you going to bag a husband like your family wants? 

So you grab yourself another glass of champagne and travel out onto the veranda with Naoya. The large lawn, as wide as a football field, stretches before you with the dirt roads and a forest to your left and the gardens to your right. You consider both directions escape routes…just in case. Naoya stands beside you with his whiskey, head tiled up towards the starry sky. It is quiet with only the buzz of insects and the sounds of the party inside filling the space.

You’re not sure you want to talk. To be honest, you hope that your silence puts Naoya off; makes him less interested in pursuing you. But then he speaks: “A beautiful night, isn’t it?” he comments. So, of course, you’re obligated to speak back. “Yeah, it is. My aunt surely knows how to pick a night for a ball.”

He hums in agreement, his eyes sliding over to you. “And I certainly know how to pick my company,” he replies. “You truly are the most beautiful belle here.” Your skin tingles from his gaze on your dress, making you feel naked. “Thank you,” you whisper, a smile growing on your lips. You aren’t sure if it’s out of shyness or common courtesy. 

And then as quickly as your smile comes, it goes as soon as you feel Naoya’s hand in yours. He takes your champagne glass away and puts it on the edge of the veranda before he places a hand on your waist, fully turning you to face him. “Wait, Naoya–” 

“You know, I was thinking of taking a trip to admire the study later. Would you like to join me?” The question is so out of the left field that your brain, slow from the champagne, has trouble catching it. But the glint in his eye clues you in. “Isn’t the study upstairs?” you dumbly ask.

He just smirks, sharp and cunning, and suddenly, you don’t like Naoya anymore. The charming attitude and persona that he’s curated slips, leaving you uncomfortable. “Thank you for the offer, but I was going to tour the gardens.” It’s a great excuse and still keeps things respectful. However, Naoya pushes it. “Would you like some company?” he murmurs, his hand traveling to your waist. “That dress certainly looks like you do.” 

You blink at him, offended. “Excuse me?” you pointedly ask. “What does my dress have to do with you?” The doctor laughs, finding your offense funny to him. “I just meant it as a compliment! No need to take it so personal.” 

Slowly, you slip Naoya’s hand off of your waist, making his smirk slip from his face. “Personal?” you scoff. “Thanks, but I don’t think I’m the company you’re lookin’ for.” And now Naoya gets irritated, his jaw tightening and eyes darkening. “And why is that? Am I not good enough for you?” 

You take a step back, your body flush with discomfort. This isn’t at all how you thought tonight was going to go. “That’s not what I–” 

“Do you have any idea how much money I have?” he continues, his tone cutthroat and mean. “How many women would love to be in your spot right now? If I were you, I’d take advantage.” He walks upon you again while you turn to go back inside, but a deep, silky voice twinged with a Southern accent stops you both short. 

“‘Scuse me.” You both turn towards a rose bush standing proudly at your left where a six-foot something man stands. He is all broad muscle, even in his sexy cowboy attire of a black cowboy hat, a vest, and boots with spurs hanging from the sleeves. His long, black hair cascades down his back, each strand glistening in the moonlight like the pierces embedded in his ears, eyebrow, and bottom lip. 

He tips his hat up, greeting you both with a set of violet eyes and a smile that seems so familiar to you. However, his tattoos and masculine features stop you short. “Apologies for the intrusion, but any if y’all fine rich folk got a light? I’m afraid my lighter has given out on me.” He shows you his lighter between his black-painted fingernails. 

Naoya glares at the stranger, angered by his presence. “No, we don’t. Who are you?” The cowboy shrugs passively, still smiling. “Nobody important. Just a man who likes a good party.” He pauses, cocking his head. “Who are you?” 

The doctor’s face goes red with rage, turning fully towards the cowboy now. “I’m–” 

“Nevermind, it’s not important,” the cowboy replies. “I do know that you’re a guy who’s overstayed his welcome though.” His smile turns sharp; a challenge for Naoya. “You heard what she said and she said it rather nicely. So I think you need to get on and find some better company.” 

You stand there, eyes flicking between the cowboy and Naoya, waiting with bated breath for a fight. Naoya has gone completely rogue now, anger in his narrowed eyes. “And who are you to talk to me like that?” he scoffs. “I know the town sheriff personally! I could have you behind bars right now if you keep disrespectin’ me!” 

The cowboy continues to smile, unbothered and cocky, making your tummy twirl with curiosity and attraction. Before anyone can reply, you hear your aunt’s voice from inside hollering into a microphone: “Attention, all guests! May we please gather ‘round for a speech before the midnight fireworks?” 

The cowboy smiles at Naoya, tipping his hat at him. “Sounds like that’s your cue. Pleasure meetin’ ya.” Naoya looks like he wants to argue more, but instead, he roughly fixes his collar and storms inside, muttering about calling the cops on “that prick”. The door opens and slams shut, leaving you alone with the strangely familiar cowboy. 

You can’t explain it—it’s like a feeling you can’t name bubbling at your chest, rising within you like steam. What is it about this man? “I was handlin’ that myself,” you deadpan, placing your hands on his hips. 

The cowboy shrugs, lighting himself a cigarette. You watch, heart pounding, realizing that he lied just to get Naoya away from you. “I’m sure, but I wasn’t about to let a pretty lady fend off a creep by herself.” He hollows his cheeks as he inhales, blowing the smoke out through his nostrils. “You should probably head on inside. This place might be pretty, but it’s crawlin’ with wolves.” 

You raise a brow at him, wondering just where this man came from. “Thanks for your concern, but I can handle myself. I’m not a little girl.” The cowboy chuckles, putting his hands up in defense. “Didn’t say all that. I’m sure you can, but I also know hoedowns like this one can go from right to wrong in about five bottles of champagne.” 

You stifle a giggle, closing your shawl around yourself tighter. You should go back inside, but you don’t. Instead, you let the bubbly talk and the night air fuel you. “I didn’t see you in there…but then again, I don’t think cowboy boots are the dresscode.” 

The cowboy chuckles, soft and sexy. “Nice catch, lil’ lady. They’re most certainly not, but I was just here to put on a show. Guess they don’t need me if they got fancy fireworks, so I’ll be takin’ my leave now.” 

He clicks his tongue and pats his hip, holding his cig between his fingers. You hear soft whiney and turn to see a black Bronco appearing from behind a hedge bush with a saddle. “Nice horse.” The cowboy smiles as he grasps the horse’s reins, stroking her sleek fur. “Heard that, Penny? The sweet lady gave you a compliment. Thank her properly.” 

The horse slowly bows her head, her ears flicking. “She’s trained?” you giggle, overcome from the cuteness. The cowboy nods, proud of his baby. “Since she was a fowl. She’s the main attraction.” Penny huffs through her nostrils, satisfied with such praise. 

“Well, maybe you can show me your act.” The words escape you before you can stop yourself. The cowboy raises a brow, confused. “Seriously? Aren’t you supposed to be inside?” You tut and wave a hand, not even wanting to think about the ball anymore. “Please. I’d rather watch some horse tricks than attend a borin’-ass toast before the fireworks.” 

You tell yourself that it’s just to watch Penny, a majestic creature, do her tricks, but really, deep down? It’s all because of the charming, sweet-smelling cowboy whose presence is hooking you more than you care to admit. So he gives into your request and shows you some tricks out in the grassy clearing yards away from the house. 

There, with you standing in the grass under the stars, the cowboy puts on a grand performance, complete with spins on Penny’s back, making her stand on her hind legs, and standing on her back as she totters through the glades. You love watching him pet the horse’s heaving side, stroking her fur and chatting with her. He’s so tender and loving with her, making your heart quiver. When he finally finishes up, he bows as you applaud him, even whistling.

“Thank you kindly,” he chuckles, placing his hat back on his head. “You ever ridden before?” Dumbly, you ask, “A horse?” The cowboy raises a humored brow, making you flush from your tipsy stupidity. “Not since I was a little girl, but I still love it.” 

You slowly come up to Penny, admiring her as she takes a chomp out of the apple the cowboy slips out of her knapsack for her. “Why’d ya stop?” 

He watches intently as you inch towards the horse, admiring you as you admire her. “I moved to the city for school. This is my first summer back home.” You take a hand and stroke Penny’s side, feeling her silky fur. “Hi, sweet girl,” you whisper. 

The cowboy notices the tender look you give his horse, a hidden memory buried in your gaze. Memories of riding that were put on pause because of school and familial expectations. 

“Would you wanna take a lil’ ride? It’s a beautiful night for one.” He motions towards the starry sky, and as if agreeing, the song of the crickets gets louder. You bite your lip, looking from him to the mansion, wondering if someone may see. In the end, curiosity wins. “Just for a bit. I can’t ruin my dress.” 

The cowboy nods, a dimple popping as he smiles. “‘Course not. It looks very…expensive.” You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your dress, making you feel hot instead of uncomfortable…and that makes you uncomfortable. Why do you feel so drawn to this stranger? 

He scoots out of the way, letting you pet Penny’s mane. “Want some horse ridin’ tips, partner?” he teases with a molten smirk. “Or am I speakin’ to a pro who just happens to look like the belle of the ball?” You smirk back, enjoying the banter between you. “Both. Now do you mind givin’ a girl a hand?” 

The cowboy chuckles, snapping his fingers at Penny. “Tsk, tsk. Down, Penny, girl.” The horse slowly bows, allowing you an easier way of getting on her back. You stiffen when you feel the cowboy’s big hands on your waist, secure and respectful. “This okay?” he whispers. He smells of mint, nicotine, and pine, the scent making your pussy throb. So unladylike. 

Silently, you nod and he scoops you up, easily placing you on Penny’s back. You just hope you aren’t staining the saddle in your wetness. “Gently tug on her reins for her to walk,” the cowboy instructs. “Tug once a little harder if you want her to pick up speed.” 

You feel your heartbeat accelerate as you gently tug on the reins, causing Penny to slowly begin walking. Her hooves thud in the grass, her back muscles moving with you on top. When you tug the reins again, she begins to totter, making you lightly bounce on her back. As you ride on Penny’s back, you feel giddy, smiling and giggling with the summer breeze softly blowing against your face. 

The cowboy watches on as you tug the reins a bit harder, settling back into your riding days. “Let’s go, Penny!” you holler. “Take me for a ride, girl!” And Penny does, picking speed and bounding through the glades, the wind fanning through her and your hair. You updo loosens, pins falling loose, causing your curls to blow around your face in the wind.

You feel freer than you ever had in years. Even six years of independence in the city couldn’t have given you the feeling you have now. The cowboy laughs with you, watching from afar as you take his horse for a spin. Finally, Penny comes to a stop, heaving from the run. You look down to check for mud or grass stains, glad to find nothing there. You may have saved your dress, but your hair isn’t so lucky. 

As you fix your hair, the cowboy slowly helps you down, hands securely gripping your waist in a way that makes your pulse skyrocket. “Good girl,” he praises, but you can’t tell if he means you or the horse. When you turn around from fixing your hair, he is stroking Penny’s fur. ‘Of course, he meant the fucking horse,’ you think.

The cowboy pauses, beefy arms crossed over his broad chest, smirking proudly at you. "You ain't a bad lil' rider, partner. Maybe you can teach me some of your tricks sometime? Can't have ya outdoin' the best at his game.” 

Your body reacts intensely to his silky tone—pounding heart, hardening nipples, butterflies a’swarmin’ in your tummy. You find yourself playing into it, smirking back. “Sure,” you purr. “How would you want me to show you? I don’t own a horse.” 

He shrugs, taking Penny by her reins and leading her towards the house with you. He follows you to the gardens, right at the threshold of the entrance where animal hedges sit before you. “M’sure we can think of somethin’ if we see each other again.” You blink at him, chuckling at his boldness. “So you wanna see me again? I don’t even know your name.” 

That’s when the energy in the air shifts. You can tell by his eyes: what were once playful and seductive are now intimate and private. “You know me pretty damn well,” he croons in his Southern drawl. “But of course, time can change everyone. Ain’t that right, peaches?”

You stop short, literally pausing during your walk to stare at him. He stares back, smile gone, his silence speaking volumes. Peaches? You were called that by only one person in your life. Someone you thought was long gone. 

His name sits on your tongue, having not been said for years but still lingering like the scent of perfume. “Suguru?” you whisper, barely above the breeze. But he hears you, his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree at your name on his lips. “Yes?” he whispers back. 

His voice, so deep and silky, makes it hard to breathe. You don’t know where to start. Why is he here? What is he here for? Why did he leave that night all those years ago? But instead, you ask: “So you knew who I was this whole time and you acted like I was a whole stranger?” 

Suguru seems ready for the question and shrugs, giving you an irritatingly playful smirk. “You know me. Dramatic flair, I guess.” You dryly laugh, all of your fondness for the cowboy leaving in a rush of cold air. “Of course…that’s why you left me in the middle of the night after fuckin’ me, right?” 

The bite in your tone is evident and Suguru notices immediately. “You really wanna do this now?” he deadpans, his smile fading. You place your hands on your hips, wound up tight with resentment. “Yes, I do. You come back after all this time when I finally made a life for myself? After you broke my heart?” 

Suguru’s irritated expression softens and he sighs. “Y/N–”

“Why are you here?” you hiss. “Explain. Now. I deserve that much.” You wait, the perfume of the rose bushes not relaxing you any bit. Suguru looks just as wired up as you feel, taken over by some silent battle. 

“I…wanted to see you,” he weakly admits. You scowl at him, scoffing at such a response. “It’s a horrible excuse, but I couldn’t stay away any longer than I already had. There’s a reason why I left that night after we were intimate.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for an explanation about that night. The night he said that he would stop all of his petty crime and start anew with you. “So tell me now. There’s no one but you and me.” 

You and me. Just like what he said before: “It’s you and me, baby. Just us against the world.”

All of those feelings from that night and after come back up, still raw. “Did you not wanna be with me?” you tearfully ask. Suguru’s eyes grow fiery and suddenly, he is taking your hand and leading you deeper into the gardens, away from the prying eyes of the mansion. 

The area is sweet and romantic, complete with rose bushes towering over you. “No,” he fiercely replies, finally able to speak. “You were everythin’ that I wanted, baby. You still fuckin’ are. Why do you think I’m here?” 

“Then why the fuck did you leave?!” you snap, pushing at his chest. He barely budges. “Why did you take off and break my heart when I had all these plans for us? Why did you–” 

“‘Cause I went to fuckin’ jail!” he snaps. You pause, gobsmacked by such a revelation. 

Finally, his resolve snaps, his expression open and vulnerable. “That’s why I left. I made more mistakes and did more crimes in my youth than you know. I don’t got no bodies, but it didn’t matter to the sheriff. So I was hauled off to the county jail for two years. It would’ve been four, but I was let out early on good behavior.”

You blink at him, slowly processing the onslaught of information. That’s why he disappeared. That’s why he didn’t come with you to the city like he said he would. “I didn’t know,” you whisper, feeling so small now. 

“Of course not,” he replies with a dry laugh. “You were in the city and as far as my letter goes, I dropped off the face of the earth. So I sent your brothers money for your tuition–” 

“You what?!” you gasp, gobsmacked. “Suguru, I didn’t ask you to do that!” 

“I know you didn’t, Y/N, fuck,” he growls. “But it was the least I could do for ghostin’ you. I wanted you to succeed the way I always knew you could.” You feel tears prickle in your eyes, deep pain and open wounds leaving you vulnerable and resentful, even when you should feel grateful for such a generous act. 

“So after jail, I laid low, moved to the next town over, opened up my own bar, got a farm, and here I am.” He gazes down at you, his eyes soft and oh-so tender. “I came back here for you. To tell you how sorry I was and make sure that you’re happy.” 

You ignore the way your stomach flips at his consideration, not buying it. “Happy with someone else, you mean.” He flinches slightly at your sharp tone; you’re all knives and daggers tonight. “I was selfishly hopin’ you weren’t,” he sheepishly replies. “I wanna be the one to make you happy. To take care of you. To give you the life you’ve always dreamed of.” 

He looks away then, his fists tightening at his sides. “But I knew I couldn’t do that, even back then. I couldn’t give you a steady, safe life that a good girl like you deserved. So I loved you from afar.” 

You feel the tears well up in your eyes now, all of your emotions pouring over. “And you didn’t think to tell me this? To try and reach out to me?” Suguru scowls at you, his jaw tight. “And just what would you have said? You would’ve given this—”he motions towards the house, at the gorgeous hedges—“all up and came with me?”

“Yes!” you snap, the answer tearing from your chest. “I would’ve gone anywhere with you if you would’ve asked me, Suguru!” But he isn’t buying it, his pierced tongue clucking. “C’mon, peaches,” he wryly chuckles. “Don’t tell me shit that ain’t true. You can’t tell me you would’ve given up your future for a life of robbin’ and stealin’ with your criminal boyfriend.” 

You don’t answer, mostly because you don’t want to admit that he’s right. “So what now?” you scoff, widening your arms. “You just here to rub salt in the wound? If you are then you can leave.” 

The tears drip down your face now, ruining your makeup. “I knew you’d never stay, but I still hoped,” you softly say, your words broken. “I was a stupid girl, but I’m not like that no more, Suguru.” 

You try to turn away from him, but he stops you, gripping your shoulders. “You were never stupid,” he growls, his violet eyes blazing with passion. “You were the most intelligent, capable, beautiful girl I’ve ever had the honor of bein’ with. You stole my heart, peaches, and it’s still yours…if you want it.” 

He gently takes your hands from your arms locked against your chest and tenderly kisses your knuckles. “I’m here for you. Only you. And I’m prepared to show you that anyway you want me to.” Slowly, he leans in, and you can only utter his name before his lips are finally on yours. Soft. Sweet. Familiar. 

It is a kiss you longed for with lips you’ve craved for years. No matter how many boys you kissed in your four years at Ivy League and two years as a graduate, spending nights at the hottest clubs and rubbing elbows with the richest, hottest bachelors, nobody compared to your Suguru. Your favorite outlaw. The one man you never should’ve gotten involved with, but you knew the very moment you met him outside of that bar on his horse that he’d be in your life forever, present or not. 

All of the memories of your past together come rushing back as he cups your cheek in his big hand. You resist the urge to lean into his touch, but it’s so damn hard. You’ve felt starved without it, trying to replicate it with other men but only being disappointed. But now, here it is again, just as needed as air and water. 

When he pulls away, his eyes are hooded and adoring, staring down into yours from underneath his hat. Slowly, you pull it off, wanting to see all of him. “So you wanna steal my heart again?” you whisper against his lips. A slow grumble of agreement leaves his mouth, making heat pool in your tummy. “If you let me, hell yeah. I’ll lock it down and throw away the key.” 

You shiver in delight, having wanted to hear that for years. The bottle holding every ounce of love you’ve carried around for this man pops open, bursting out of the glass. You need him now, unable to contain it anymore. Unable to wait. 

You grip the collar to his vest, pulling him close and emitting a surprised grunt from him. “Then show me now. Prove to me that you can be the man I want.” He blinks at you, those long lashes fanning against his cheeks. “Right here?” he asks. 

“Right here,” you reply, full of passion and need. “No one’s comin’ out here…and if they do, let ‘em see.” You’re done appeasing your family. Done pushing what you want off to the side. You wrap your arms around your cowboy, kissing him slow and wanton, making him moan against your lips. 

His hands find your ass, holding you close as he squeezes your asscheeks over your dress. His lips begin to caress your throat and collarbone, peppering it in wet kisses that leave you breathless. “I missed you, Sugu,” you whisper. He groans at your words as if they are his kryptonite. “I missed you too, baby,” he sighs into your neck. “Let me show you how much.” 

It doesn’t take long for things to take a turn, leading to something hotter and deeper than just chaste kisses and secret touches in the gardens. Behind the humongous rose hedges, Suguru’s big hands glide down your sides to lift up your dress, his eyes firmly locked on yours. 

You’re like a damn popsicle with the way you’re melting from his molten gaze as he hikes the luxurious fabric up on your thighs, exposing your lace panties to him. He whistles at the sight, making you giggle. As you gently place his hat aside on a nearby bench, he kneels before you, widening your thighs to gaze at the soaked spot your pussy left. 

“Fuck, mama,” he groans. “You’re so wet already f’me.” He takes two thick fingers and rubs you through your panties, right on your clit. You groan, loving how he knows just exactly how to still touch you after all this time. “Anybody else been gettin’ that pussy wet?” he huskily asks, staring up at him. Those city slicks or any other country boy like me?” 

You feel yourself gush at his slick words, sweetened by his thick Southern accent. He leans in to kiss your panties, right above your clit, causing it to throb against his mouth. “Sugu,” you groan. “Please don’t tease.” His violet eyes tick up to meet yours, firm and fiery. “Then tell me the truth. I wanna know if some other man has been makin’ you feel this way.” 

He nips at your pantyline, the graze of his teeth driving you to the brink of insanity. “Nobody,” you whimper. “No other man but you.” And you’re telling the truth: there’s been no one who can make you this wet but him. He smiles at your confession, flashing you those pearly whites. “That’s my darlin’. And no other man will.” 

With that, he kneels before you and hikes your leg up over his shoulder. He pulls your panties aside, groaning at the sight of your wetness sticking your pussy lips to the fabric, soft and glistening wet. He gives you one more hot look of lust before his tongue is dipping between your folds. 

Suguru has eaten you out many times before. He has made you moan, cry, and scream to the heavens with that pierced tongue of his, giving you hot and cold at the same time. In between his sheets throughout your high school days, sneaking out of the house late at night or in between free periods, you’d spend your hours studying the way his tongue feels on your clit or how soft his lips are. 

You have to fire up every brain cell to keep your moans soft and hushed, not wanting to alert anyone at the party. But fuck, do his lips and tongue feel like heaven. Every suck on your clit and flick of his tongue in your folds breaks off a piece of your self-control, making you ruin his ponytail by carding through his scalp. “Fuck, Sugu, baby!” you gasp, your toes curling in your heels when he suckles on your rosebud in a way that has your eyes rolling back. 

He peers up at you, a cocky smirk on those lush lips. “Hush now, darlin’. Don’t wanna alert your aunt and them fancy folk, do ya?” He licks his thumb and begins to rub your clit, earning soft whimpers out of you. “Or maybe you do. Maybe you want ‘em all to see you get your pussy tongued down by your outlaw.” 

And then his tongue is sliding through your folds and inside you, slow and careful, your juices dripping freely onto his tongue. Your mouth falls agape as pleasure grips you. Your head falls back against the wall of the hedge behind you, a broken moan leaving your lips. “Shit!” you moan, your eyes squeezing shut against the explosive pleasure. “Fuck, Sugu, yes! Right there!” 

He pulls away enough to speak, still rubbing your clit, earning soft, wet sloshes coming from your wet pussy. “Right here, babydoll?” he asks. “That feel good?” 

You frantically nod, your eyes squeezed shut tight. “Uh-huh!” you whine, panting in time with his wicked tongue flicks. 

“Uh-huh?” he parrots, practically growling the word between his eager pussy-eating. “Then fuckin’ cum for me. I know you’re close.” 

He replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking on your clit, making your body throb in pleasure. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums approvingly, keeping up the pace. He continues to work your pussy just how you want, making you see stars behind your eyelids and softly cry to the moon above. 

It doesn’t take long for that feeling of release to dawn on you, that need gripping you at your core the more your cowboy sucks and eats your pussy straight off the fucking bone. “O-Oh, fuck, I’mma cum!” you gasp, squeezing his locks tight in your fingers. “S-Sugu…y-you’re gonna make me…!” Your words cut off on some desperate gasps that you have to stifle by covering your mouth. 

“Cum for me,” he growls into your pussy. “Give me what I need. Cum for me, babydoll, I’ve got you.” Finally, that knot in your core finally snaps and a wave of euphoria washes over you as you cum all over his face and eager lips with a loud moan. You see the entire galaxy and beyond as your pussy gushes, your body shivering and shuddering. 

Your back arches and your hips wind into Suguru’s face, trying to keep as much as the pleasurable feeling as possible. You scream his name into your hand, your muscles tensing from the sheer pleasure. When it finally fades, you’re left feeling tired, spent, and oh-so good. 

After gently cleaning your cum up, Suguru pulls away with a satisfied sigh and grins at you, lips shining in your honey. “Not bad for a couple years, right?” he cheekily asks. Slowly, he stands, giving you a view of his noticeable hard print beneath his slacks. You smirk, shrugging. “Eh…you were alright.” 

SPANK!

“Ah!” you gasp, mouth agape at the harsh smack on your ass. Suguru raises his pierced brow at you, challenging your brattiness. “Don’t test me now, peaches. I may love your ass, but I don’t got a problem trainin’ that brat in you.” 

You stop short, clocking his words. Suddenly, your heart begins hammering and it feels like the entire garden has gotten smaller. He blinks at you, confused. “You love me?” you whisper. He’s never said it before; this is the first time and it feels like a whole new world has been opened up to you. 

Suguru chuckles like it should be so obvious, smiling tenderly. “Of course I do, babydoll. I would’ve wanted to say it somewhere more romantic, but–mmph!” His words are interrupted when you toss yourself at him, kissing him passionately. He groans as you rub yourself against his bulge, igniting another ache in your pussy. “I love you too, Suguru,” you whisper against his lips. “I always have.” You then slink to your knees, giving him a sexy smile as you do. “Let me show you how much,” you purr. 

The look Suguru gives you from above is downright porn as you loosen the belt holding his pants up, exposing his briefs. He pops the buttons to his vest and the crisp shirt underneath, exposing his toned body and tan skin inked in tattoos underneath. You peel the fly to his briefs open and grasp him, earning a soft moan as soon as our fingers wrap around his dick.

You pull him out and he pops up like a Jack-in-the-Box, hard, thick, and veiny.  You salivate at the hard, thick dick in your hand, right along with the fine black happy trail and lipstick tattoo inked on his right hipbone. You kiss there, trailing along his toned stomach and V-line as you pump his dick in your hand. “Fuck, you’re so hard,” you pant. He breathlessly chuckles, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “For you? Absolutely, baby.” 

Deciding you’ve got him right where you want him, you spit into the palm of your hand and pump him more, lubing him up, making him shine in your spit. Once he’s moaning and groaning, you finally wrap your lips around him and suck. “Jesus!” he hisses, nearly tipping back into the hedges. “Give a guy a minute, darlin’, sh-sh-shit!” 

He stammers as you begin to bob your head, making you giggle against his cock. He groans at the vibrations from your laughter, your tight, wet mouth sucking him in. You can’t help but want more of him, his salty pre-cum coating your tastebuds. “Mmmm,” you moan, voicing your satisfaction over his taste. 

How you missed this. How you missed his cock. He seems to have missed your mouth too judging by how much he’s throbbing. And how hard he’s gripping your hair, tangling your loose locks in his hand. “Goddamn,” he groans. “So much for that dress. You’re fuckin’ trouble, peaches, fuck.” 

You tick your eyes up to meet his as you bring your mouth down further, engulfing him deeper. He grunts as he brushes the back of your throat, your gurgling practically making him jump out of his skin. “Mmm, that’s it! Take me deeper!” he groans. “You know just what to do with it, don’t you?” 

Showing him that you absolutely do, you gag around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down, emitting groans and swears from his sinful lips. His moans and words are so hot that you feel your pussy throb and gush in your ruined panties, desperate for attention. You have to rub your slit as you gag on Suguru’s dick, his silky voice and thick cock your aphrodisiacs. “Gag on that shit, baby,” he grunts. “Take it. It’s fuckin’ yours.” 

He continues to whisper praise as you gag and bob around him, using your free hand to stroke his balls. You ignore the ache of your knees in the grass and the tears pricking at your eyes, ruining up your eye makeup. The control he allows you makes you want to give him the best throat of his life, coaxing the nut right out of him. 

He begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bumping against your chin as his cock fucks your throat. “Still doin’ okay, babydoll?” he asks. You  nod, emitting a moan from him when the roof of your mouth slides along his dick. “God, you look so good with my dick in your mouth,” he whines. “Wouldn’t it be somethin’ if someone came out here and saw me fuckin’ this pretty throat?” 

You tilt your head up to look up at him, loving the view of his body as he bumps your hips against your face. Spit drips from your lips the sloppier your head gets, only making him fuck your face harder. “You like that idea, don’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly. “Naughty girl. You wanna be seen on your knees with dick deep down your throat?” 

‘Yes,’ you think, your pussy crying beneath you. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ 

You want that more than anything. You don't care how slutty that makes you. You want to be his slut tonight. You want to be his everything and more. So you gag and suck harder, causing him to thrust deeper. “Ngh—gonna make me fuckin’ cum, darlin’,” he groans. “You want that, hm? You want my fuckin’ cum?”

“Mmm-hmm!” you eagerly hum, batting your pretty lashes at him. You want him to dump a fresh load of spunk deep down your throat. And after a few more thrusts that knock the air out of you, his moans grow more intense, drifting through the summer air thick with perfume ad sex. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m cummin’!” he gasps. “Gonna breed that fuckin’ throat!” 

And finally, a rush of hot cum escapes him and enters your throat, shooting all over your tongue, giving you a nice throatpie built up just for you over the years. You hum as he moans in pleasure, his eyes rolling back at the euphoric feeling you give him. After a few gulps and slurps to clean him up, you pull away, sucking him off of your fingers. 

He stares at you, his chest rising and falling, his pierced nipples glistening in the moonlight.

“That was rusty, babydoll?” he pants, raising a brow at you. 

You giggle as he helps you stand on wobbly legs, unfortunately causing your slick to drip down your thighs. “Glad I could please,” you purr. Before you can say more or even give him a kiss, Suguru has you whipping around to face away from him. 

“Oh!” you gasp, placing your hands on the bench in front of you. You assume position as your cowboy stands behind you, smacking his semi-hard cock up against your ass, rubbing it against your supple cheeks to get himself hard again. “Not enough,” he grunts. “I need all of you again. Need to make up for lost time.” 

He French kisses you as he rubs himself against your asshole down to your wet slit, moaning into your mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to grow rock hard again, throbbing insistently against your aching entrance. “Tell me you want this,” he whispers. “I won’t go further if you don’t–”

You shut him up with another kiss, sucking on his tongue. “Fuck me, Sugu,” you whisper against his mouth. “Right here, right now. I can’t wait anymore.” You don’t care who sees or what happens next—you just want him now. You could cry with joy as you feel his tip press against your entrance, brushing your clit. “This time, it’ll be different,” he softly promises. “No more runnin’. No more leavin’. I promise you, darlin’.” 

And then he’s sliding inside of you, silencing every thought of doubt you have ever had. Solidifying his promise. He groans out, “Shit” as you breathlessly moan, taken aback by how he fits so nice and snug after all this time. You close your eyes as hot pleasure skates through you, making you grip Suguru’s arm locked tight around your stomach. 

“Look at me,” he hoarsely demands. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me give you everythin’ I have.” You turn to stare into his eyes as he draws his hips forward, thrusting his cock in you, before drawing his hips back. He continues to do that, giving you slow, deep strokes that draw ragged breaths out of you, desperate and hushed. 

Suguru’s eyes hold nothing but love and lust as he slowly fucks you between the rose hedges, the sweet aroma of the flowers mixing with your perfume, his cologne, and your sex. The stars and the flowers are your witnesses to your forbidden love and sex, staying silent and watching as your cowboy fucks you the only way he can. 

“Suguru,” you softly moan. “Please more. Fuck me more!” You can’t take this slow shit anymore. You need it hard and fast. You need to feel this. He smirks against your cheek, one hand skating up to squeeze your tits, ripping your dress away from them to have them hang free. “My baby wants more?” he murmurs. “I’ll give you more then.” 

So he fucks you hard and fast, making you bounce back against his cock. You have to bend your knees to accommodate his thrusts and cover your mouth to keep from yelling in pure ecstasy. His dick just feels too fucking good! It stretches you; massages you; knocks every doubt and regret out of your mind until you can barely remember anything but how good you feel. 

“Fuck, Suguru, yes! Fuck me just like that!” Your cries and dirty words are muffled by your hand, making Suguru smile proudly as he fucks you dumb in doggy. “My, my, what naughty language,” he chuckles, giving your nipple a tweak. “Ain’t you supposed to be a lady?” 

You decide to tease him back and toss your ass back, slamming your pussy down as he thrusts forward, making him gasp. “You fuckin’ minx,” he growls. “You almost made me cum.” His hand finds your ass, gripping it possessively, just as your pussy throbs excitedly at the idea of making him cum for you. 

“You can if you want to,” you whisper, wanting his cum more than anything. You want him to snatch your pussy for himself like he did years ago, make it his again. You want his spunk imprinting and marking its territory as his and his alone…maybe even with a baby. Or perhaps, you’re just cock-drunk. 

But as soon as you utter those words, you’ve opened up Pandora’s Box. Suguru is quick as lightning, pulling his hard cock out of you and smacking it against your clit. “Turn around,” he demands. “You wanna act like a slut, then you’ll get fucked like one.” He gives your ass a sharp smack before you turn around, coaxed to grip onto him like a koala bear. 

As soon as you’re dangling off of his body, he grips you to him, holding onto your ass as he slides his cock right back inside while you’re airborne. “Fuck!” you both gasp when he slides in to the hilt, his abs stroking against your clit as he begins to fuck you again. “That’s my good girl,” he moans into your ear. “Takin’ me so well after all this time…”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he pistons his hips just right, making you bounce on his dick so he sinks deeper and deeper inside you. Your cowboy stares dead into your eyes as he fills you up over and over again, knocking the air out of your body with each thrust. “Does it feel good? Am I fuckin’ this pussy just right?” 

As if your breathless moans and gasps aren’t answers to his question. You can’t even speak, too busy moaning like a little slut on his thick cock repeatedly fucking your dripping pussy. Every thrust hits that spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back and your muscles tighten in anticipation of an intense orgasm. “Yes, Sugu, yes! Fuck me! I’m so, so close!” 

You can feel it building, building, building inside of you, ready to overflow and spill over all onto Suguru’s big, thick, beautiful cock. 

“Me too, darlin’,” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t hold on for too much longer.” He swears through a stammering breath as his thrusts grow more intense, fully holding you up with every ounce of his strength to fuck you standing. It is the hottest thing you have ever experienced in your life. He locks eyes with you, desperation on his handsome face. “W-Where do you want me to–?” 

“Inside me!” you beg. The words are out before you can stop them, but you don’t even think you would if you could. Suguru blinks at your request, his eyes widening an inch. “You serious?” he asks. You don’t blame him for his reaction. It ain’t everyday that your on-again-off-again girlfriend who re-enters your life asks for you to possibly dump a baby in her during your first fuck. 

But the idea of being Suguru’s baby mama is too good of a title to pass up. You want to carry his child, only because you know this time things will be different. “I’ve never been more serious of anythin’ in my life,” you softly moan. You tighten your thighs around your outlaw’s slim waist, keeping him locked inside of you. “I love you, Suguru. I want this.” 

Then you grind back, making him bite back a loud moan as your pussy clamps down on him. “F-Fuck!” the outlaw groans, his handsome face flushed red from the pleasure and feverish thrusting. “You’re gonna make me cum, peaches. You’re p-playin’ with fire here.” 

You give a slutty little giggle, happy to continue to tease him to get what you want. What you need. “Then let me get burned,” you purr into his ear, pausing to suck on his earlobe. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Make me yours.” Your soft lips begin to travel down his neck, your tongue jutting out to lick his throat. 

Your slutty ministrations make something burst out of Suguru, causing him to slow his thrusts and lower you down to your feet. He grips your chin in his hand, making your cheeks squish together like a fish’s. The look he gives you is hot with lust and a possessive energy that makes your pussy gush. “So you want me to steal that pussy the same way I did your heart?” he murmurs, smirking. “I can do that.”  

You’re damn near melting as he plants a kiss on your lips, craving more of his body; his cock; his everything. Slowly, he leads you over to the bench and takes a seat, planting you firmly in his lap. “But you’ve gotta put in the work.”

He sits back then, his hard cock on full display for you, one hand wrapped around himself to slowly pump his shaft in your face. “Ride me till we both cum, baby. Take what’s been yours all these years.” 

And so you do. As he sits on the bench, you sit in his lap…well, not really. You’re too busy bouncing on his dick with his cowboy hat on your head, your ass smacking against his muscular thighs in tie with the wet squelching of your pussy clenched around his fat dick. “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re still s-so good, babydoll.” 

He grips your ass tight under your dress, helping you slam your pussy down onto his rock or rock into him to swipe your clit against his abs. At some point, he licks his digits and begins rubbing your slippery clit for you, sending sparks of pleasure exploding and crackling in every sensitive spot of your body.

The moans he lets out and the look on his face are too much for you, propelling you further towards your delicious end. “Sugu, baby! Fuck, I can’t hold on! I’m gonna cum!” You grip his broad shoulders and hop up and down on your knees, bringing yourself up and down his dick, his pre-cum and your honey slipping down his balls and over your asscrack. 

Suguru is a panting, grunting mess, doing his very best to keep his sounds down, but goddamn, you’re riding him too good! “M-Me too. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up!” 

You can feel it–his dick has begun to swell inside of you, throbbing with the need to explode. You cup his pretty face in your hands, forcing him to stare dead into your eyes. You need him to see how much you want this. “Cum with me,” you beg. “I need it so bad. Please, Daddy?” You swirl your hips in a way that gives him no choice, causing him to nearly blow your cover as a loud groan escapes him. 

In a flash, he’s taking control and fucking you from the bottom, his thick fingers digging into your asscheeks as he slams himself up home inside of you. Plap-plap-plap goes his thighs against yours, creating a rhythm of sex in the air that mixes so well with your desperate, slutty moans. “So you want me to give ya a baby now?” he hums. “Somethin’ special to take back to the city? Is that it, babydoll, hm?” 

“Yes, yes!” you gasp into the summer air. “Please, Sugu, p-please! A-ah…can’t hold on!” You can feel it building–that intense, blissful feeling that is soon to explode all over you in a burst of pleasure. “Fuckin’ cum for me then,” he growls. “And this ain’t no one time thing either. Wherever you go, I’m comin’ witcha. That’s a fuckin’ promise, peaches.” 

And those words are the catalysts to the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced. In Suguru’s beefy, strong arms, you cum your brains out, forgetting your own name and only remembering his. “Fuuuuck, Sugu!” you bellow, your voice ringing out in the summer air, causing Suguru to cover your mouth as you scream out your orgasm. That only makes you cum harder, making your head spin and your pussy squelch, gush, and cream all around your cowboy’s dick. 

After a few more intense thrusts, Suguru cums with a low groan that he bites back, only muttering a few swears and some pet names that have those butterflies swarming in your stomach. He grips you to him like you’ll vanish if he doesn’t, his hands possessively stroking your ass and his face caught in your air, inhaling your shampoo. You gasp and deliriously giggle when you feel him shoot hot loads of spunk into your pussy, officially claiming you as his…and he as yours. Finally. 

After a few short seconds of recovery and soft kisses, Suguru helps you gently pop off of his cock, causing his spunk to trickle down your inner thighs. It’s noticeable even through the slit of your dress, making you giggle. “I’ll probably need to wear that poofy dress now.”

Suguru raises a brow as he begins to dress himself rather quickly, his flaccid cock back in his briefs and his pants on like nothing happened. “The what?” he asks.

You shake your head, still giggling as you help him fix his vest. “Nothin’. I’m just so happy.” You then place his cowboy hat back on his head, fixing it on his hair. He smiles down at you, pausing briefly to kiss your forehead, causing you to lean your head into his chest. “Aww, baby,” he coos. “I’m happy too. You have no idea how much I—” 

Click. 

You gasp at the sudden, harsh flood of light that pierces through the peaceful night, ruining the serene, loving moment. You and Suguru squint into the piercing glow of the flashlight, using your hands to block it. “Geto Suguru! Get your hands off of my niece this instant,” your aunt hisses. “Or Sheriff Higuruma will take care of you.” 

Standing with her is none other than Higuruma Hiromi, the town’s sheriff who you knew was making an appearance at your aunt’s party tonight. In addition to him and your angered aunt is Choso, Yuuji, and a very enraged Naoya who is storming back over to make more of an embarrassment of himself. And in addition to Naoya is the entirety of the party, staff included, watching from the windows and eavesdropping on the veranda. Oh, fuck.

Despite the awful situation, Suguru remains cool as a cucumber, smirking at the angered doctor barreling towards you and at your enraged aunt with her hands on her hips. “Uh-oh, here comes trouble.” Even though he is the trouble. 

Instinctively, Suguru stands between you and your “visitors” as Naoya comes to join the group, looking drunker than he was earlier. “There he is!” he hollers, pointing at Suguru. “That’s the man that accosted me! You’re lucky I didn’t get the cops, asshole!” 

Sheriff Higuruma yawns, looking positively bored and over what is happening right now. Your aunt looks close to crashing out…and at her old age, this would be a death sentence, you’re sure. “Y/N, get over here this instant,” she snaps. “And you.” She jabs a finger at Sugruu. “Away with you at once or you will be goin’ to jail! How dare you come here to ruin this fine evenin’?!” 

Standing behind your aunt, Choso’s eyes meet yours. ‘You okay?’ he mouths. You nod, still standing behind Suguru, not wanting to leave him. Higuruma turns to your aunt, finally turning off the flashlight. “Sorry, but what exactly am I here for?” he asks, looking utterly tired and confused. 

Your aunt blinks at him, gobsmacked, and only gets angrier. “For this man pawin’ my niece!” she snaps. Naoya glares at the sheriff, turning red in the face. “And harassing me! Have you not been listening?” Higuruma glares at the doctor, peeved by his self-importance just as you are. 

Suguru loudly clears his throat, grabbing their attention. “Excuse me, ma’am.” He tips his hat at your aunt, respectful despite such scorn. “Apologies, but I didn’t mean no harm to you or your fine guests. I just wanted to–” 

“What?” your aunt sharply interrupts him, her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to sneak into my party and snatch all of our priceless gems from right under our noses? Do you truly think we are that stupid?” Suguru is silent, but you can feel the irritation radiating off of him in waves. 

“And you!” she continues, glaring daggers at you. “Comin’ out here to canoodle with a common thief and criminal! Don’t you know who this man is?!” Momentarily, you meet Choso’s eyes, wondering if you should come clean about your past secret fling with Suguru all those years ago. But before you can, your aunt continues to criticize and publicly embarrass you. 

“I cannot believe you ran out on such a fine man for this trash!” she explodes, motioning towards Suguru as if he’s no more than dirt. “Honestly, you cannot be my niece and be this–” 

“Did that fine man tell you what he said to me?” you argue, glaring at Naoya. “He tried to get me to go upstairs with him.” The doctor’s face grows beet red from your words, his expression like a bulldog’s. “You little liar. I knew you’d be out here.” He begins to storm towards you, hissing out so only you and Suguru will hear: “How dare you embarrass me like this, you little harlot?!”

Higuruma and Suguru are stopping him immediately. Suguru totally shields you with his body while Higuruma puts out his arm, stopping Naoya short from his tirade. “Don’t talk to her like that,” Suguru growls at the doctor. He then turns to your aunt, firm. “She has no fault in this, ma’am. It’s all me. Any anger you have should be towards me.” 

But your aunt is not swayed, still narrowing her eyes at the cowboy. “You should’ve stayed exactly where you were: out of this town!” she bellows. Before she can say more, Higuruma’s deep, authoritative voice cuts in. “Alright, enough. Either we resolve this like logical folks or someone is gettin’ arrested.” 

At the mention of jail, ice pits in your stomach. Not for yourself, but for Suguru. You can’t afford to lose him again or for him to lose more years of his life when he just got them back! As if hearing your thoughts, he reaches back to squeeze your hand, firm and protective. “Forgive me, ma’am,” he says, nodding respectfully at your aunt. “You’re right. I’ll be takin’ my leave now.”

Leave? You stare at him as he releases your hand and smacks his thigh, calling for Penny. You feel your body humming with desperation to follow, your hands shaking.

Your aunt harrumphs in satisfaction, arms crossed over her chest. “Good riddance. Now let’s get you back inside. You’ve got a lot of explainin’ to do, missy.” You turn to her and to Naoya, your blood boiling at the smug smirks on their faces. 

Your eyes shift to Choso and Yuuji, your only saviors right now, and to your hope, Choso gives you a slight nod while Yuuji shoots you a thumbs up. ‘Go ahead, sis. Tell ‘em!’

So with your fists balled at your sides and your back straightened, you finally face your aunt head on. No more fear. No more expectations. No more going against what you want. 

“No,” you firmly reply. The word is final, crystalized in the air. Your aunt’s angered expression softens, turning to utter shock. “I’m sorry, Auntie, but I can’t. Not when the man I’ve loved for years is back in my life.” The woman looks like she’s about to fall out at the new revelation. “What?! What in the blazes are you talkin’ about, child?!”

You turn to Suguru who is already looking at you. Waiting for you on the road, his hand on Penny’s reins. You feel nothing but a burst of love and an unending certainty that this is the right thing to do. 

“I mean I’m spendin’ the night with my man,” you giggle, earning a horrified gasp from your aunt’s mouth. “And then he’s comin’ back to the city with me in the fall.” You blow your aunt and brothers a kiss as you twirl on your heels and walk towards Suguru, hyperfocused on him and only him. “Don’t wait up for me, y’all! Enjoy the party!” 

You can hear the distant chatter of your audience as you strut over to your cowboy, sexy and silently watching you, a smile on his face. He takes a hold of your hips and places you up on Penny’s back before he slips in front of you, settling onto the saddle. As you giggle and wrap your arms around his waist, your aunt pushes Choso up to the horse, desperate. “Choso, do somethin’!” she snaps. “Stop your sister!” 

Choso stumbles forward and stares up at Suguru, silently sizing the cowboy up with firm eyes. Your heart flip-flops, afraid that he’ll be the one to follow your aunt’s orders and put a stop to this. “You’d better take care of her,” he firmly mutters. “If you break her heart again, I’ll kill you.” 

As your aunt splutters in shock, you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding, relief flooding you. Suguru nods, tipping his hat in respect to your older brother. “Understood. You won’t have to worry ‘bout that again.” With that, Choso nods and steps back, allowing you to be with your man. 

Suguru tips his hat at the crowd, giving them a toothy smile. “Sorry ‘bout stealin’ her from y’all, but I just couldn’t help myself. Have a good night!” And with one click of the reins, Penny stands up on her hind hooves and whines before tottering off down the path away from the party. Away from your old life as you knew it. 

You tighten your arms around Suguru’s waist, pressing your face into his back muscles from behind. “So you really think the city wants a country boy like me?” he chuckles. 

You peer up at his handsome face from the side, pecking him on the cheek. “Only one way to find out,” you purr. “I don’t leave till September. You’ve got plenty of time to decide.”

The cowboy snorts, raising your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles as the summer air whips past your face. “I already have. Shit, you could’ve told me you were goin’ to Mars, peaches; I'd follow you to the end of the earth, don’t you know?” 

THE END.

Taglist: @mimicosmos8, @shrewdreader, @margo-lalam, @tiazvni, @heeknow, @booistoleyou, @birkinzz, @heeknow @sirenxiu, @lilyalone, @hersheymylove, @liahcharms, @megottheswaskikacooooke, @winniethepoohjusttookapooh, @1cckedheart, @mutsu422, @sirenxiu, @lilyalone & @hersheymylove

[pierrotdoesnteat]

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

[normanscupcake]

Thxx, @gingermatchalatte 🫶💕💕

@bubblepeep @strawberrycherrycola @l0ngdog @wintersldier @coconutprincesspassion @xoxycodonex @kwatzaya @fawnzquee @ilegalyungjaws @pinkcottonberry @angeldel-rey

There are so many more moots to this list, just know I love ya all 😭🙏💕🫶

[strawberrycherrycola]

Thank you sm! @normanscupcake 💋💗

@popecodysgirl @sleepingbeautiiies @cuti3-81 @andrewpuppycody @jackabbotsarms @sabrinajamesluvbot @princessofphiladelphia @babystrwberry

There’s more to this list but these blogs come to mind!! 🪽💘

[popecodysgirl]

tysm for the tag @strawberrycherrycola ily mwah 😘🫶

@shoniebalognie @robinavitchslut @ceriseangels @mariasont @whatif-ialreadydid @lostalioth @mast3rbait3r @mahoganybimbo @romantic-insomniac @atlaslapis @mysatnin @lanadelreyylover @baransdollie @neverendingdreamers @tanely @80sfilmclub @lavenderchaise @iheartshawn @wistfulyears @in-ky

i'm probably missing some moots but i love you all so much!!! you're the best 🫶

[mast3rbait3r]

thank you for the tag, baby <3 @popecodysgirl

my loves :3

@whitakersbabymama @in-ky @romantic-insomniac @nightpitt @yuyuch3rry @neverendingdreamers @m4mm4ls @theariespov @baransdollie @mariasont @di1fluvr @honimoon @froggyzworld @dirtygir1 @wistfulyears @grimgasm @groovyangelkisses @sunbonesss

[groovyangelkisses]

thank you for the tag angel, mwah!💋 — @mast3rbait3r

a few cuties that i looveee seeing on my dash—

@romantic-insomniac @in-ky @nightpitt @mochapuppy @ceriseangels @j4ckr4bbits @lovaeir @moodyabbott @lipsliketangerines @dollsonlyhurt @cherrywineisawaltz @sugartalkingwrites @lostalioth @missmanlykink @misspossexxive 😽

[missmanlykink]

awww thanks for the tag <33 — @groovyangelkisses

some of my fav writers and moots 💕 love u guyss:

@mayhemi @s4ngel @str4wbsstuff @deansdeer @j4ckr4bbits @ccandlehead @murdrdocs @hanasnx @midniqhtt @wistfulyears @pittsick @pinksplace @avashifts06 @kill3ill @kryptidfiles @kissophile @dirtygir1

[deansdeer]

aww ty aydellaa <3 smooches

I love seeing yall on my feed

@beausling @inbred-eater @slashedgutz @d3ad-aliv3 @filthgf @honeyroots @scariffs @basicasfusername @bleachedduck @yyvnille @bitemysin @bunnyyrot @bruisedfig

[beausling]

AHHH EHEHEHEHEHE THANK YOUUU SMM MY BELOVEDDDSS @deansdeer & @lostalioth for the tags🫂🫂

some more of my beloveds n fave ppl to see on my feed/in my notifs 😽💟

꩜ meow meows : @abbotsbunnygf @arkhamknightmares @badbish-suki @beecomingnothing @bleachedduck @bluestrd @bruisedfig @catmg @chevroletdean @cosmicbucky @cowboycastles @crystalcider @cryptic-doe @diner-girl @faiszt @floralscented @funkycoloured @g0thamgirl @honeyryewhiskey @honeyroots @inbred-eater @irisgrrl @jasvtsc @jackcody @kill3ill @mystic-writings @notaviolentdog @pittsick @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @psychsworld @rh1nestcned @rockerbarnes @rottndeer @sacr1ficialang3l @soldiersgirl @thefourhorsies @thesevnthseal @tortureddarkstar @voidsuites @wildwestdean @xoabbot @6milesdeep

nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad

also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣

[irisgrrl]

OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3

my most favourite people here🙂‍↕️: @cherryvvave @moviecritc @bloomcissa @cryptic-doe @rh1nestcned @lechelovestoyap @luviery @vianawaits @scissorhvnds @dreamersentity @kamislop @batwngs @sakunai @mystiquevoid @1nsignia @patientofarkhamasylum @arfemiz @froggibus @tinafication @bitemysin @torupng @brinawing @biovomit @evilmanhater @gr0und-zer00 (i'm sorry if i didn't tag someone, but know that you're very dear to me too<3)

i feel like i don't say it enough, but i love you all, and y'all are very very dear to me. here on tumblr i found the community i feel sort of belonging to and with who i have experienced peak girlhood♥️

[kamislop]

GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-

i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much

mi babygirls: @jeanmarcosno1, @ie4ri, @tentypos, @gfsuki, @cupidkats, @riotsgrl, @tokkushin, @updownandbatty, @lonelyfooryouonly, @liahcharms, @lilithkleia, @6x-x9, @kireampie, @hangenism, @rengoatku, @fushihearts, @moviecritc, @mamashima, @indisuki, @dulcores, @miminist, @gyarujo, @valberryboos, @suganoms, @da1ntyli1ly, @sugurusplaything, @satorusdreamer, @torumaii, @toruii, @kenforty, @dynamite-roll, @freakynad, @blushryo, @talkingscaresme, @deathscheduled, @txmxkis, @ervvinz, @lxnarphase, @jiyuspassion, @foryuiwill

[6x-x9]

ah and I can't tag everyone, thanks so much cutie <3. I love everyone of you's

@tycrine @yummidumplingss @/cttelina @/kill4ill @/barbatoswh0r3 @/0celotmilk @liahcharms @mimimochis @rengoatku @astriiixx @jiyuspassion @/mainstarv @megumisrighttoe @satorusdollie @oropotheca @/yaliuxe @louistxq @/cateleya21 @fayelero @daflex @/yxo7 @/paperellina @/sadisticslut666 @/an9els @/da1ntyli1ly @ouist @/cupidstrace @oksukuna @hanawoof @foryuiwil @/splurtz @httpskrys @notsoslightlysexual @stqrgumi @satolune @honeyoftheisle @xchosos-wifex @caramelluxe @satorus-princess @jazzthatonewriterchick @kamoslover @gyalcapone @moviecritc @keistriction @/princess-rueee @/rambld @sugurusplaything @sugurusbeloved @/teaspecifically @/gyarujo @togesbabe @s-uwu-kuna @/casualnightmaretragedy @/himboelover @/megum1sstepm0m-blog @/booboobear-12 @yorikae @yoonsucks @hangenism @valberryboos @kireampie @paninsoup @revolvingsaturn @ryoride @/butterbeanandsparkleface @lilithkleia @/kamislop @macbethinchains @tokkushin @torumaii @toruii @bearlovestea @/noitoii @lostinsmut @serpenttine @/sextier @blu-goingdark @satomiu @/xoxonahyo @bloomflix @pillsatoru @alexynthia @tojidihcheese @shiruigami @sozila @tigerpetals @/madamechrissy @frostedpinkdoll @eraserbread @atelphobist @t0jisbunny @onyxiix @feyrinnn @sukunahs @satoriee @sky-lemonade @flvvffy

[miunoa]

tysm my lovely anna + tina (had to reblog here this is so sweet)💗💗

cuties : @fukiouh @kireampie @mimimochis @sweetieelilii @sweethearticism @savaee @stardustshuji @rengoatku @valberryboos @bigtrashland @tokkushin @torupng @lipstainedgemini @katsuiki @bloomflix @an9els (idk if you’ll see this😭) @kamislop @torumaii @amourflores @purrtoru @kashun @sugurusbeloved @blushryo @6x-x9 @bbunsflix @yorikae @indiewritesxoxo @pillsatoru @v3is @sugurusplaything @sugarsprinklecupcakes @frostedpinkdoll @pawpurrin @bloomflix (hopefully i didn’t miss anyone, if i did, i love all of you mentioned or not<3)

[rengoated]

Thank you @kamislop @6x-x9 @toruii & @torupng for the tags!!

So much love to you all @hangenism @fushihearts @revolvingsaturn @moviecritc @keistriction @illumoria @louistxq @slvttyplums @kamislop @neossence @tokkushin @6x-x9 @valberryboos @4theloveoflotus @l1ttledeadpoet @blinkbunni @viamelodies @lilithkleia @jiyuspassion @indiewritesxoxo @suganoms @kireampie @satoriee @satolune @lunni-e @theangelkiss @evfers @torumaii @swvness @daflex @torupng @ryoride @xchosos-wifex @toruii

[satolune]

AWWW TYSM FOR TAGGING ME @rengoatku and @6x-x9 ♡

i luv all my mooties so much <3 : @anglbunny @motherslvt @jazzthatonewriterchick @rengoatku @hangenism @valberryboos @kireampie @ryoride @lizzabat @liahcharms @eraserbread @yoonsucks @madamechrissy @indiewritesxoxo @yenayaps @6x-x9

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

AHHHHHH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET & SO SO NEEDED!! 😩😩🥺🥺💕💕 thank you so so very much for the tags my sweets @satolune & @6x-x9 🥰🥰😍😍

I can’t tag EVERYBODY unfortunately but all of my mooties deserve an endless train of love, praise & more for their talent, dedication & cuteness 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please keep doing what you’re doing!

@liahcharms @desirekento @designerpvssy @indiewritesxoxo @its-luna-noel @madamechrissy @mimimochis @aizawash0e @yorikae @yoonsucks @yung-notorious @pervysenpaix @preciousamethyst @sems-diarie @frostedpinkdoll @laylathegoddesss @btchitsbigboogie @nanamincreampie @chrollohearttags @xchosos-wifex @serpenttine

[laylathegoddesss]

Thxxx for the tag!!🥹🫶🏽🫶🏽 —@jazzthatonewriterchick

I love my mooties sm 🤧🥹: @yorikae , @krys4h , @animewhoreswrld

[catboy-lover69]

catboy choso

[laylathegoddesss]

This is making me want to write a cat boy Choso fic immediately 😮‍💨

[laylathegoddesss]

Older men do it best!

❤︎⁠ pairing: DadBestfriend!Toji x BlkFem!Reader

❤︎⁠ cw: Modern AU, unprotected piv, Toji & reader are pervs lol, age gap ( Toji is 40 reader is in her early 20’s), porn with lil to no plot, almost getting caught in the act, rough sex, Toji kinda blackmailing reader ish?, pet names, Toji putting you in a headlock, oral (F receiving), doggystyle, couch sex, Toji manhandling reader like crazy, power imbalance, Toji is obsessed, squirting, sub reader, hard dom Toji, filthy & nastyyy, spitting, no creampie, cum on ass, fingering, reader orgasms 2x, aftercare ish.

❤︎⁠ synopsis: in which your dad’s sexy best friend Toji is staying over at your house until Toji gets his finances together since he blew all out all of his money at the casino. And little did you know dad know, Toji was sooo obsessed with his best friend daughter, you— the pretty & sexy vixen. Was it wrong? Maybe but Toji didn’t give a fuck about that. What happens on what particular night you caught Toji jerking off?

“Ah shit!— not again.” Toji gruffly said underneath his breath as he saw the last bit of his money blown out by the slot machine, he thought he a chance to win but unfortunately.. he was dead wrong like usual. He always had the worst luck when he was at the casino.

So— who would’ve thought that Toji’s money problems would lead to your dad’s fine ass best friend to be staying with your family?

Toji fushiguro, your dad best friend who he’s known for decade now, is staying with your family for who knows how long until he gets his financial shit straighten out. Your dad told him he can sleep in the living room since it’s pretty huge. Toji was very tall with messy black hair, muscular as fuck, teal colored eyes, and most importantly was so sexy that it was almost deadly. It was a shock how he was still single after all this time. Though to him he had no interests in being with a relationship until he had eyes set on you of course.

Sometimes without Toji noticing or to your knowledge at least you didn’t think he noticed you watching him from the corners of the house, peeping at him whether he would do sits up on the floor or sometimes you would catch a glimpse of him showering from time to time, his abs glistening from the steamy water But hey it’s not like he doesn’t notice you right..?

Although unbeknownst to you.. you definitely wasn’t the only pervy person in your household. When you weren’t around Toji would go through your drawer or your laundry hamper to smell your Victoria secret panties and even keeping them in his pants pocket as a souvenir. Toji was such a dirty old man indeed. Was it Wong? yes. But Toji didn’t give a fuck about that.

It was the middle of the night when you got up from your pink bed, the ground creaked below you as your pink acrylic toes walked on the cold floor. You opened your bedroom door to walk out to the hallway and the more you stepped walked further down the hallway the more you hear soft groans and wet sounds coming from the couch. When your brown eyes focused to where the sounds where coming from your eyes widened In shock. You wanted to look away but you just couldn’t as you stepped a bit closer to the couch . You were shocked as hell to Toji basically with a 3rd leg.

Toji was laying down on the coach, pumping his meaty thick 12 inch cock in his large fist, his head tosses back onto the couch as his teal eyes were shut tightly, he was unaware that his best friend daughter was standing in hallway watching him for at least a couple of minutes that is until Toji suddenly opened his eyes to see you, standing there watching him, you didn’t even realize you was staring until he opened his mouth to speak, “enjoying the show, sweetie?” His voice deep and raspy. He didn’t even seem startled or surprised to see you standing there. If anything his tone of voice find the situation to be amusing a little bit.

“I-…I um—” you were stumbling over your words trying to find the right words to at least justify the situation as to why you were watching him jerk off in the first place as your beating heart was racing uncontrollably from getting caught.

Toji sits up, not even tempting to put his dick away. “Come bring yo pervy ass over here, kid.” He cuts off your sentence. His tone of his voice was deep and dark now. You walked towards Toji and you sit down beside him, feeling nervous but also kinda excited at the same time?

“You like to get off of watching’ older men jerking off? Huh?” Toji was now eyeing you up and down as he had evil smirked stretch across his scarred pink lips.

“N-no! I was just by passing by I didn’t mean to watch you.”

“Lyin’ ass. You didn’t think I didn’t notice you watching me from time to time while I was stayin’ with your family? You aren’t slick sweetheart.” Toji could see right through that sorry ass excuse that you came up with.

You and him both knew that you definitely enemies watching him jerking off and it most certainly made you horny as fuck now. No boyfriend and no sneaky links to call who were you gonna rely on for your needs?

“Maybe I should tell your father how much of a filthy girl he has.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “Unless.. you wanna make Mr. Toji happy tonight. Would you like that, princess?”

“Yes!” You nodded your head frantically as your eyes glanced down at Toji’s rock hard cock which was twitching violently.

“Eyes up here, babygirl.”

“Yes sir.” You lift your head up to make eye contact with Toji’s teal colored eyes.

“It’s your fault I’m this fuckin’ hard and you’re gonna fix it.”

Toji began to lay you down on the couch, practically shoving you down on the couch on your back, forcing both of your legs to spread nice and wide for him. He takes your shorts off, flinging it across the living room and you can see the veins popping out of his arms as he rips your thin wet panties which were nothing but tiny shreds of fabric now.

Your wet pretty brown pussy was exposed to him now. It was the most prettiest pussy that Toji ever saw. The women that he hooked up with in the past were absolutely nothing compared to you. “Fuck… you’re so damn sexy like this lil mama.” He growled as he spits onto your throbbing pussy. He then took his thumb to smear his spit on your puffy folds to make you more messy than you were before. “Thaaat’s better.” Toji softly says.

Toji lowered his head to be in between your legs and he uses both his large hard lands to grip your soft thighs tightly. “You gotta be real quite. you don’t want your dad to come bust us down do ya?” You shaked your head in response.

“Good girl.” Toji did one slowslick in between the puffy folds of your cunt which made your body shiver in arousal. Oh fuck did his tongue did feel soooo good even if it was just a lick. He then began to shove his face into your pussy, he was basically nose deep into you as he began to clamp onto your sensitive clit, sucking it on while he took two of his fingers to slide them into your tight wet hole, curling them inside you which made you gasped out. You had to immediately cover your mouth with both of your hands to stop yourself from moaning out loudly. Toji’s was a certified eater. His mouth and fingers felt like you died and went to heaven. That’s how amazing Toji was eating you out.

his spit was lapping onto your wetness as he was swirling his tongue around every bit of your pretty cunt, not missing any parts that was desperate for his attention. His tongue made your body squirm around as you were moaning uncontrollably into your hands. Your brown eyes were rolled to the back your skull feeling the intense pleasure flowing through your body, you took one of your hand away from your mouth to grip onto his black hair, shoving him more into cunt as your back was arched off the couch.

Toji find it so adorable how you could barely handle his tongue digging around your cunt. He never broke eye contact with you as he loved to watch your forgoes legs shake and squirm for him. It made him feel a happy as fuck to finally to get to live through this moment and what it finally felt like to taste your pretty self.

“C’mon babygirl fuckin’ cum for me. Give it allll to me.” Toji said as he fingered your wet hole more rougher and faster which led to wet squelching sounds to echo in the living room.

And there it happens— your orgasm comes out of you, which made you let out a muffled pornographic scream into your palm as you squirted like a fountain on Toji’s face, drenching him and the couch beneath you. He slurps every bit of your juices not missing any droplets as he groans into your pretty brown puffy folds. He waited for the high of your orgasm to calm down just a little before he flips you over to now where you are on all fours on the couch. “Arch that pretty ass for toj, babygirl.” He whispers into your ear which tickled as he slaps your plump ass hard which made you jolt up a bit from the impact of the slap.

And you did of course— you arch your back, sticking out your brown soft ass just for him, waiting for him to pound your needy cunt like a dirty slut.

“Like this Mr. Toji?”

“Mmm… Just like that princess. Ya think you ready to take this fat dick? I wanna hear you say it.” He darkly says as he strokes his thick pretty cock into his fist.

“Yess! I’m ready!! Please give it to me I want it so bad. I can’t wait anymore.” You desperately pleaded out in a soft tone.

“That’s what I like to hear mama.” He rewards you with a hard slap to your ass again which made you whimper out.

He had both of his large hands on your hips that he gripped on to you tightly that his fingertips turned white as he thrusted his thick cock into your gummy wet walls. Toji lets out a shaky breath as your cunt was squeezing the absolute life outta his cock. “Shiiiit— almost about to clamp my damn dick off.” He grunts out not expecting your wet warm insides to feel heavenly.

“F-fuckkkk!!.. just like that ji. You feel soooo good.” You moaned out softly.

He leans his head down to plant soft kisses on your neck as his slow thrust began to turn into hard and rough pounding. Your hands squeezed the couch tightly as you bite your bottom glossy lip trying to conceal your sexy pornographic moans. Although it was hard to hold back your moans since Toji was fucking you like a feral beast onto the damn couch.

“Yeah.. Take this fuckin’ dick since you wanted it so bad— such a filthy pervy lil whore.” He Growled out as he bites on your ear lobe as he takes one of his hand to reach underneath you to rub circles on your sensitive clit which almost drives you insane. Your pretty brown eyes were rolled to the back of skull as you feel every brutal slamming into your walls, feeling dazed as fuck from the amount of pleasure that you were feeling from this moment.

Then suddenly… Toji abruptly stops his thrusts to hear footsteps coming from the hallway. Toji immediately puts your head on the couch cushion by his large hand as your dad was in the hallway in his fall asleep state. “Where’s all the moanin’ coming from? You got a girl over here?”

“Yeah my bad, man I didn’t know she was such a screamer.” Toji says keeping his cool composure acting line he’s fucking the brains out of his best friend daughter at the moment.

“You good just keep it down for y/n.” Your dad says as he walks back to his bedroom. You and Toji both sigh in relief as to not getting caught. Toji went back to pounding your wet warm walls but before he did he took his large hand off your head so you can lift up your head and he wraps both his buff arms around your neck, putting you into a headlock, squeezing his arms around your neck to shut off your sexy moans.

“This will shut you up sweetheart. Such an attention seekin’ brat almost gettin’ me caught like that.” Toji harshly grunts out as he slams more feral into your gummy walls than before, hitting your g-spot on repeat. The hot lewd sounds of skin slapping each other echoed through the living room. You and Toji were almost at yall limits now.

“Ohhhh shiiitttt!— I’m gonna shoot my load soon. Gonna mark this sexy ass of yours. Cum with daddy my pretty princess.” He breathes out into your ear.

A couple of minutes later, Toji releases the headlock that he had on you and pulls out to pumps his thick cock and he shoots his pipping hot load onto your plump ass cheeks, marking you. You then orgasm the second time which hits you more harder than the first orgasm and you squirted all over Toji’s lap, making a mess on the couch and him.

Your body collapses on the couch as you panted heavily. That was best dicking down you ever had in your lifetime even though you were left sore and unable to move your legs.

Toji placed soft kisses on your body as he smirked to himself. He got up and swoops you off the couch, holding you into his arms and he walks down the hallway to bring you back to your bedroom. He lays you down on your pink bed and he lays down right beside you pulling you close to his muscular chest. “I’m only gonna stay in here for a lil while doll, don’t want your pops to get suspicious.”

You couldn’t even respond to Toji from how exhausted you are and you drift off to sleep in Toji’s embrace.

Older men certainly do know how to do it best.

[lilithics]

⌖Russian Roulette⌖

(TojixFem!reader)

-It's your turn, don't get scared now

Warnings-✩HardDom!Toji ✩ Sadist!Toji ✩ gunplay ✩ sensory deprivation ✩ humiliation ✩ sensory overload ✩ clit play ✩ creampie ✩ choking ✩ fear play ✩ pet names(angel, princess, baby) ✩ bondage ✩ degradation ✩ praise kink ✩ rough sex ✩ dacryphilia ✩ sadism ✩ biting ✩ cervix kissing ✩ dead dove do not eat!!✩

Art-e0308r

A/n- Toji's so fucking mean and I love it.(˶´ཀ`˶)

Flowing through the air is the faint scent of cigarettes woven with the sweet aroma of sex. Through the cushioned blindfold, all you can see is an absorbing darkness. Your senses are so sharp it's like if you wanted to, you could hear everything going on outside. Every smell, touch, sound, or motion hits way harder than before

Your fingers feel a bit tingly. Your arms are bound together and tied firmly to your headboard. Any slight movement puts an annoying strain on your shoulders. Your legs are spread, each ankle tied to the edge of your bed frame.

Toji’s already put you through the wringer for hours, and now, he wants to play a game.

“You can’t be mad once we start. Don’t forget you started it, princess.”

Those words are stuck ringing in your head. He’s only vague like that when he’s planning something asinine. You said yes without even asking what game it is. Your body is so exhausted, but you just can’t say no when it comes to him.

He’s insane but damn…

Anything you do with him is exhilarating.

Your heart is pulsing just thinking about it. Pounding so fast it can't keep up with your mind. Without a word, you feel his body heat hit your inner thighs as he crawls onto the bed. As soon as you sense he’s stopped, you hear the sharp and abrupt click of metal.

“T-Toji??”

It's as if your call falls on deaf ears. You can’t see a thing, but you can just feel that soul-penetrating gaze of his. Analyzing you as your mind races, not knowing his next move. He just adores the way you bend for him no matter what.

That captivating look of a lust-filled anxiety is exactly what he’s looking for.

He starts to trail a cold and heavy steel object down your belly. You jerk at the sudden feeling. “What the hell is that?!” You say breathlessly.

“Don’t worry, princess, I won’t do anything to hurt you.” You can hear his lips part with a smile.

“On purpose…”

That one phrase sends a shiver down your spine, paired with a strong heat to your sweet spot. You don’t know whether you want to panic or fuck him like you’ve gone crazy. Either way, this foretaste is strangely…. Enticing.

He’s hovering over you. You can feel the heavy heat from his body looming over you as he draws his lips to your ear. He bites the tip of your ear as he presses the cold object against the temple of your head. Your chest feels cramped from the anticipation.

Immediately, the cutting and all too familiar sound of a revolver spinning hits your ears, vibrating against the side of your head. You let out an inaudible gasp. A seething wave of adrenaline and utter shock slaps you. Before you can even speak, you hear a final click from the gun.

“You wanna go first or should I?”

“I-I don’t even know what the fuck– Nghh!”

Suddenly, he starts rubbing the leaking tip of his cock against your sensitive clit. Your hips buck instantly. Every little motion feels sensually vast. Like intense strokes of pleasure.

“We’re playing Russian Roulette, baby. You know I'm trigger-happy.”

Your eyes widen under the blindfold, and you start panting. In spite of that, you let out a humorless chuckle. “You’re fucking crazy.” Hundreds of thoughts sprint through your head. On the outside, you’re absolutely scared and rightfully so; this man is unpredictable.

Except…

That “fear” is only a fraction of what you're truly feeling. Your mind and body are being heavily overtrumped by a deviating sense of desire.

A feeling so tense it's well-nigh paralyzing..

“Oh, Princess. I wouldn’t be talking like that if I were you.” He scoffs and presses the barrel of the gun further against your head.

“I'm crazy, but I'm not a fucking idiot.” He scoffs.

“Chance is one in six. Let's test our luck.”

You hear his finger rest on the lever. Instinctively, you hold your breath and every muscle in your body tenses up. The silence that fills the air is more than deafening. This hesitation is agonizing. Your breath is quickening as the seconds pass. You cinch your eyes shut reflexively.

“JUST FUCKING–”

Before you can finish, he pulls the trigger and slams his rigid and throbbing cock deep into you. So deep you can feel his tip twitching against your cervix. Your pussy immediately clenches around him. “Haa–!” The air catches in your throat, and you jerk. You can hear the hollow echoes of an empty click bounce off the walls.

You let out a shaky breath of pure relief. Now more than ever, your mind is completely in disarray. Your heart is beating faster and faster with every passionate pound from Toji’s cock. Sliding against your slick and warm walls rapidly. Every sensation is so overwhelmingly amazing. Your muscles are trembling, and your senses are so strong it's almost surreal.

You can’t explain it, but you're feeling pure ecstasy.

“Woow, Lucky girl.”

He is so arrogantly sarcastic. It's like he’s trying to mess with your head. Well, you know he is. And it feels so fucking good. You can just feel yourself falling into his hands.

He pulls the gun away from your head, and you can hear him place it against his. Without hesitation, he presses the trigger. You gasp instinctively at the sound. Then… nothing. It was an empty click. Your body relaxes and your head slumps in relief. He scoffs and drops the gun next to your thigh.

“Don’t be so relieved. I want you shaking before the next time I pick up that gun.”

He grabs your hips and starts ramming his cock into your clenching pussy. Hard and Hot. Loud moans and begging for more break out of you and land on his ears like a raunchy symphony.

“Beg harder for me, Princess. I can’t tell if you really mean it.”

His voice sounds so calm and tender. It’s so terribly forced. You know all he means is  “All that whining is just gonna get you fucked harder.” And that's all you want.

The sharp, rushed sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. A wet, unforgiving rhythm that makes your head roll back. Tears drip down your cheek from the sides of the blindfold. A small, sadistic laugh escapes him.

He cups your jaw and tilts your head as he dives into the crook of your neck. Licking and biting you like he’s gone mad. Every relentless stroke mixed with the faint sting from his bites makes your body shudder with pleasure. Your mind is going completely numb.

Your fingers and toes curl and twitch reflexively. You're grabbing at the air at the point. He moves his hand down to your neck, squeezing it as he pulls away. Your moans turn into weak gasps once his grip tightens.

“I just can't help myself when you look so fucking desperate.”

For such harsh and selfish words, they only add to the sheer amount of euphoria you feel.

His cock throbs harder the tighter your pussy clenches. You can even feel the thick veins on his cock pulsing as it slides up your glossy walls. His tip is kissing your bobbing cervix swiftly. Your entire body is burning with pleasure; you feel like you’re melting.

“T-Toji…So– Fucking…”

“You gotta speak up, baby, the neighbors can’t hear you yet.”

With your words misplaced and slurred, the last ounce of whatever control you have breaks out of you as your hips buck violently against his pulsing cock. The rhythm of his strokes is getting messy. Arousal and cum leak out under you with each rapidly disordered thrust.

The pace of cock slackens. But he doesn’t stop. He’s just sliding it in and out so slowly it's almost torturous. You’re shaking and twitching regardless.

Just like he wanted.

You can’t even catch your breath before he places the cold tip of the revolver back on your stomach, slowly sliding it down. He stops once it gets to your sweet spot. He circles the edge of the barrel on your clit. “Wait– Mnghh…” You start grinding your hips against it mindlessly.  You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are.

“Your turn.”

He’s trying to taunt you. But now the only thing going through your head is “One-in-six chance,” over and over.  Not like you're terrified, though. No… It’s as if you're gambling.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins feels so cold and tingly. It feels so good. All of this is addicting.

An involuntary smirk breaks across your face and a sly chuckle escapes you. He pauses.

“You called me crazy? You’re fucking sick.”

He’s talking as if that’s ever a problem when it comes to him. He wanted to ruin you so badly, and he did exactly that. He can’t be shocked now.

“A little fear turned you into the sluttiest thing I've ever seen. You’re perfect.”

He presses the barrel further onto your throbbing clit and circles it faster. How good it feels is almost regrettable. Your hips are grinding against the barrel violently. Toji’s making you beg with your body. You’re already past the point of relaxing.

Finally, the rhythm of his strokes speeds up again. You can hear the sound of your pussy sucking him in and out. Every sensation, to your clit especially, feels like a feverish wave. A feeling of physical ecstasy so addicting you hope never goes away.

And just as you cum again, he pulls the trigger. Your muscles lock instantly as your body jerks back. The reassuring sound of an empty click pulls you back to reality. “Fuck…” You sigh deeply, and the tightening in your chest fades. You were so far gone; the thought of this stupidly thrilling “game” slipped your mind completely.

Out of nowhere, Toji starts untying one of your hands. Once it's free, he places the gun in your palm. It's a bit lighter than you thought.

“You look like you were having so much fun, baby. How bout’ you take a shot?”

He slides the blindfold off your head. Your eyes flutter as they struggle to adjust to this new hit of light. Your vision floats around the room as the haze clears. Once your eyes focus, you raise the gun slightly, and you notice something...Odd to say the least. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head.

You can see straight through every glinting chamber of the gun.

There were never any fucking bullets.

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ᥫ᭡ — philosophy!major!eren eats baddie!reader out for her birthday | black!reader, fluff + smut. 1k words. a/n : soft launching my philosophy major eren multi chap fic... let me cook...

When JT said every time she enters a room, self-esteem drops, she wasn't joking. That's the effect you have on people too.

In your vintage Buffalo London platform boots, you walked confidently to the table where your friends were seated in the club. Your floral, vanilla scent followed you like a cloud, turning heads as you passed by. It was your birthday, so you'd dressed up. Your mini skirt, your beret, and your skunk stripe wig—everything was in keeping with the 2000s Bratz theme you wanted to embody.

"Hey, birthday girl," Connie smiled at you as he slipped a "birthday princess" sash onto you.

"Oh my god, you did 3D flowers on your nails again, it's so pretty," Sasha exclaimed, taking your hands to examine your freshly manicured XL nails more closely. 

“You can put all the artificial things you want on your body, it won’t change your impending death. Technically, we’re not living beings, we’re dying beings.” 

Your eyes, which had been lowered to observe Sasha’s enthusiasm, lifted to meet the emerald gaze of the most annoying and sexy man on the planet.

“Hey, Eren,” you greeted him, sitting down next to him.

“That’s what Cioran said in On The Heights of Despair. It was his first book, in 1934. You should read it.”

“I’m not reading your negative bullshit, Eren.”

“He suffered from severe insomnia that made him walk the streets all night,” Eren ignored you, crossed his arms over his chest, and sank back into his seat. His eyes shone, as they always did when he talked about philosophy. “He realized, deeply and not superficially like you and we do, that we were truly going to die at any moment, and that our whole life was a way to distract ourselves from our doomed end. To be born into a meaningless world, to die meaninglessly, to be forgotten meaninglessly.”

“What a ray of sunshine,” you rolled your eyes, casually looking at your nails. You hoped he wouldn't notice how your thighs tightened when he heard his deep voice up close. “I hope you didn't get me this for my birthday.”

“Hell nah,” he let out a low chuckle, “you're too pretty to be depressed. I bought this. You reposted something like this on TikTok many times.” 

All the joy in the world could be found in your eyes when Eren gave you a Blythe doll that looked exactly like you in your natural state. Same brown skin, same eyes, same hair, same usual sexy style of dress. A Blythe doll cost over $200 to be customized to someone's wishes. It was so thoughtful, and exactly what you wanted as someone who collected dolls.

You pulled Eren close despite his grumbling and covered his cheeks with lip gloss-covered kisses.

“Now, you need to eat me out. I don’t give a fuck about dolls anymore.”

His lips curved into a teasing smile. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, it’s my birthday,” you insisted, kissing his cheek again.

You and Eren had been flirting for months but had never taken things further. This was it.

───────

“When you really think about it…” Eren said gruffly, “What differentiates us from humans isn’t language, as Socrates would say, but our consciousness. Not consciousness in the metaphorical or biological sense, but in the existential sense. It’s our doomed capacity to question the meaning of our existence that differentiates us from animals. Albert Camus said that it’s in front of the world’s silence, when we question ourselves, that the absurd is born, which he theorized in his three major works. And…”

“E-Eren!” you whined. “Focus on this damn pussy:” 

A mocking sneer escaped his lips. “My fingers are deep in it, baby.”

 Sitting in the back seat of his car, your legs were spread wide, supported by your hands under the inside of your knees. You had kept your crop top on, which accentuated your chest; he had removed your skirt and thong. Soft moans slipped from you every time Eren’s fingers touched that spongy spot inside you.

“What do you plan to do about the weight of the meaninglessness of our existence?” He plunged them in and out, his lips parted, looking at you with dilated pupils.

“I think you should eat this and you’ll find meaning in your life,” you mumbled and grabbed his hair to push his head into your tight heat.

His mouth watered, ready to get messy.

“Hell yeah,” he groaned, his breath hot and warm over your center. He dragged a languid swipe of his tongue over you, collecting your arousal. Your legs trembled, you closed your arms around his cheeks. He raised his feverish green eyes to you, a loving glint in them, as if silently saying, “that’s all I want.” When his tongue lapped through your folds, his hands gripped your hips to grind your cunt into his mouth.

You tugged on his brown hair, running your fingers through his soft locks.

As he watched you intently as he ate you out, you wanted to put on a show for him.

You pulled off your crop top, your breasts bouncing with the movement. Eren moaned against you, gripping your hips tighter. He drove his tongue deeper, exploring every inch of you, eager to please you, eager to hear your moans louder. You kneaded your breasts and pinched your pierced nipples in front of him, the fire between your legs growing, your breath quickening.

He swiped his tongue up and up your slick folds until he reached your clit, brushed it before wrapping his lips around it, sucking greedily, causing you to gasp. 

“Stop, Eren, I’m so sensitive from your fingers…”

“I almost forgot I could do this. Camus is messing with my skills, damn it.” He released your hips and shoved two fingers up your cunt while caressing your throbbing bud in circles. They didn’t have time to make a few back-and-forth movements before your whole body was wracked with spasms and shivers, his name the only sound in the car.

“Nihilists who think nothing has value have never tasted this, I swear.” Eren stood up to kiss you, then pushed his fingers into your mouth. His eyes softened at the sight of your cute expression as you sucked on them. His birthday princess.

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