àšà§ â The flickering neon sign outside Toji's shitty little apartment paints his sweat slicked back in a red glow as he slams into you, bare with no condom this time. His rough calloused hands bite into your hips hard enough to bruise, the smack of skin on skin drowning out the choked whimpers you can't stop.
"Look at you," he growls, voice gravel drenched and smug. A thick vein pulses along his cock as he drags it out slow -too slow- just to watch your pussy flutter, desperate and empty, "Clenchinâ like a fuckinâ virgin around me every goddamn time. Begginâ me to stay." His thumb swipes through the mess dripping down your thigh, shoving two fingers past your parted lips without warning, "Taste that? All you. No rubber bullshit ruining the flavor... Or fun."
You gag around his digits, tears pricking your eyes as he rams back in with a squelch. The obscene wetness of him splitting you raw makes your toes curl. Heâs right -fuck heâs right- every drag of his bare cock lights your nerves like kerosene. Â
"Shoulda seen your face," he laughs, hips snapping forward to nail your cervix in a way that makes you see stars. The headboard cracks against the wall, your nails scratching red angry lines into his back. It's too good, so fucking good, but the thought of him filling you up like this- "Eyes wide, screaminâ âToji, please, Iâm not on the pill-!" His mimicry of your panic is vicious, mocking, "Too late now, princess, I'm gonna pump your womb full 'til it takes."
You feel him swell, thicker, hotter. Panic claws up your throat, "Wait-wait, I canât-!" Despite your protests you can't help but pull him closer, thighs wrapped tight around his waist as he hammers home again and again, a broken mantra of, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh~-"
Toji cuts you off with a snarl, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tight enough to make your pulse hammer under his palm, "You can."
Itâs the way he says it -like a vow, like a curse- that unravels you. Your legs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the muscles rippling across his lower back, "S'too good- T-Toji~âĄ!!! Please don-don't stop!! D-Don't p-pull out~âĄ! Make me a mother~"Â
Toji Zenin hates condoms because he needs you to feel it- the primal, filthy truth of him branding your insides. The schlick of your juices mixing with his cum, the way your walls spasm when his tip kisses your cervix. He wants you dripping him for days, every step a reminder of how he utterly ruined you. No one could ever satisfy you the way he does.
But more than that? Â
He hates them because latex canât give you his kid.
His favorite girl, you- the woman he can picture with a tiny diamond on your ring, belly swollen and soft. The idea of you carrying his brat makes his cock ache and his teeth grind. He imagines you walking around, round and glowing. Your tits, heavy with milk, aching for his mouth.
"Sâwhy you keep cominâ back, right?" he mutters later, holding your limp body close as he licks the sweat from your neck. He rubs your stomach, still flat, but not for long, "Deep down⊠you want me to put a baby in you."
Toji can see it now- a boy, with his jawline and his eyes. A girl, with your smile and his nose. A handful of tiny brats, all perfect.
He knows it would be a mistake. A kid deserves better than a monster, a man who can count his friends on one hand. Toji will never be anything more than a glorified hired body. But the thought is tempting.
"Imagine my brat, growinâ in that pretty belly. Havin' family dinners⊠Soccer games⊠Movie nightsâŠ"
He's not the kind of guy you can build a life with. Too rough, too wild, too dangerous. But Toji can't deny the way his heart clenches at the idea.
"Fuck, baby⊠That'd make me so fucking happyâŠ"
Toji Zenin hates condoms because, maybe, just maybe⊠He'd like a family to actually call his own.
in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive
warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it)
featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
toji came through the door, taking his gym shoes off immediately. you were on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. as you heard his heavy footsteps, you looked over the arm of the couch, meeting his own dark, mischief filled eyes. âno.â you said, beginning to sit up. âno, toji. get back.â you smiled, putting a hand out to distance him. âyou didnât miss me?â he said, a sleazy smile on his face. he stalked closer to you, looking through his eyelashes at your form. âdonât run from it, baby. come feel on me.â
before you could protest, he braced both of his hands beside your head, and laid his body weight on you. you smiled, trying to push him away, but ultimately failing. âtoji, you smell.â you said, pressing your hands against his chest. âoh, i missed you baby. mm.. couldnât stop thinking of you.â he murmured against your neck. âi was doing hip thrusts today. i thrusted how much you weigh.â he said, rubbing himself against you, almost like a dog trying to put its scent on something. âthatâs when i thought of you.â
you felt something poking your inner thigh, and you scoffed. âyouâre nasty.â you said. âi want you.â he mumbled, sitting up between your thighs. he took your hand, and guided it to his heavy bulge. âi trained. just for you.â he said, his voice in a mockingly pleading tone. he moaned as your hand kneaded his bulge, and he looked down at it, watching as you did so. he looked back down at you, biting his lip. âarenât you proud of me? trained hard as shit so you donât have to do any work when weâre fucking.â he said, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.
he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer, so your covered crotch was flush against his bulge. he gave one slow thrust, and smiled. âi know you feel that.â he said, looking down as he began to slowly grind against you. âyou donât have to do anything, yknow. i can do all the work. like i usually do.â he teased, putting wet kisses all over the side of your neck. he grabbed your waist, and effortlessly maneuvered you, so you were straddling him. âitâs okay, baby. you can act like you donât want it, but i know you do.â he cooed, running his hand down your stomach. he smirked, biting his lip as he noticed you trying to be subtle, as you âadjustedâ your position on him.
âsee? thatâs my girl, always wanting this dick. itâs okay, baby. you donât have to hide it.â
ïž” àł mdni. being anxious and insecure the fist time sleeping with toji so he has to learn how to be soft ( size difference / tummy bulge / creampie )
toji fushiguro has never felt this helpless in his life.
youâre lying underneath him, completely naked, and instead of the usual heat and hunger, all he sees is anxiety written all over your face. your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, knees pressed together, eyes squeezed shut like youâre bracing for something painful. you want thisâyou told him you didâbut right now you look terrified.
âhey,â he mutters, voice rougher than he means it to be. âyou still with me?â
you nod, but itâs tiny. âi⊠i want to. really. i justâiâm scared i wonât be good enough. youâre so⊠big. everywhere.â
toji glances down at himself, at his broad chest, thick arms, heavy cock already hard and leaking against his stomach. yeah. he knows. the size difference has never bothered him before, he even kinda liked it, but seeing you this nervous makes something uncomfortable twist in his chest. he isnât used to this. heâs used to rough, fast, no feelings attached. not this soft, shaky vulnerability.
âshit,â he breathes, running a hand through his hair. he feels clumsy, too big for the moment. âiâm not good at this gentle shit.â
still, he tries. he shifts his weight so heâs not crushing you, lowering himself onto his elbows. one massive hand gently pries your arms away from your chest. âdonât hide from me,â he says, quieter this time. âyouâre so beautiful.â
you whimper when his calloused palm cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. heâs trying to be soft, but his hands are rough from years of fighting.
toji leans down and kisses your neck, slow and open-mouthed, hoping it helps. when you finally relax a little, he moves lower, kissing between your breasts, then your stomach. his mouth is hot, a little sloppy, but sincere.
âtell me if itâs too much,â he mumbles against your skin. âiâll stop. swear.â
when he finally settles between your legs, his cock looks obscene against your smaller frame. thick, heavy, already glistening. you tense again the second you feel the blunt head nudge your entrance.
âbreathe,â he says, one hand stroking your thigh. heâs trying so hard to be gentle, but his voice is strained. âiâm not gonna shove it in. not like that.â
he rubs the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. youâre soaked despite the nerves, and that small fact makes him groan low in his throat. still, he goes slowâpushing in just the tip first, jaw clenched tight.
âfuck⊠youâre tight,â he hisses. his hips twitch, instinct screaming at him to thrust, but he forces himself still. âtoo much?â
you shake your head, eyes still closed. âkeep going⊠please.â
toji pushes in another inch, then another, cursing under his breath the whole time. every time you whimper he freezes, big hand rubbing clumsy circles on your hip. he feels too big, too rough, too much for someone as anxious as you. but youâre taking him so well, stretching around his thick cock, and itâs driving him crazy.
halfway in, he leans down and presses his forehead to yours. his voice comes out rough but surprisingly soft. âyouâre doing good, baby. so fucking good for me.â
when he finally bottoms out, buried to the hilt, you both moan. he stays still for a long moment, letting you adjust, even though his arms are shaking with the effort of holding back.
then he starts movingâslow, shallow thrusts at first, trying not to be too rough. but toji has never been gentle in his life, and it shows. his hips snap a little harder than he means, the slap of skin louder than he wants. every time he catches himself he curses and slows down again, kissing you messily to make up for it.
âsorryâshit, sorry,â he mutters against your lips when he accidentally thrusts too deep. âyou feel too good. canât help it.â
you wrap your arms around his neck, finally opening your eyes. the fear is still there, but so is want. âitâs okay⊠i like when youâre a little rough.â
that seems to break something in him. toji gathers you against his broad chest, one thick arm sliding under your back to hold you tight. he fucks you like thatâdeep, steady, still a little clumsy, but wrapped completely around you. every thrust is punctuated with gruff praises and clumsy kisses.
when you finally cum, clenching hard around his cock, toji follows right after with a low groan that vibrates through his chest. the feeling hits him like a punch to the gut.
your walls flutter and squeeze around him so tightly, pulsing in waves as your orgasm crashes through you, and it drags him under with you. his hips stutter once, twice, then slam deep one final time as he spills inside youâthick, hot ropes of his creamy cum flooding your insides for the very first time.
âfuckâ thatâs it⊠take it,â he rasps against your ear.
it feels overwhelming. the wet heat of your pussy milking him, the way your body trembles and clenches like it never wants to let him go, the slick sound of his cum already starting to leak out around his thick cock. heâs never felt anything like this beforeâraw, intimate, almost too much.
every pulse of his release seems to push deeper, filling you until youâre stuffed full of him. toji stays buried to the hilt, hips pressed flush against yours, letting every last drop spill into you. his breath comes in heavy pants against your neck as the intensity slowly ebbs, leaving him shaky and strangely tender.
heâs cum inside plenty of women before, but never like this.
never while holding someone so small and anxious in his arms. never while feeling your heartbeat hammering against his own. never while his rough hands are still gently stroking your back like you might disappear if he stops touching you.
the sensation lingersâwarm, wet, intimateâand it makes his cock twitch again even as he softens just a little inside you.
âshitâŠâ he mutters. âyou feel that? feel me filling you up?â
he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, still rocking ever so slightly to push his cum deeper, savoring the way your body accepts every bit of him.
for the first time in his life, cumming inside someone doesnât just feel good.
it feels right.
then his large hand slides down between your bodies. his palm presses firmly against your lower belly, right below your navel. he pushes down gently, feeling the slight bulge of his thick cock still buried deep inside you.
âfuck⊠can feel myself right here. so deep in you.â
you gasp sharplyâyouâre still so oversensitive from your orgasm, every nerve raw and sparking. the feeling of his hand pressing down while heâs still inside you makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment. you try to squirm away.
âtoji⊠donâtâ itâs embarrassingâŠâ
âno,â he says, firm but surprisingly gentle. his thumb strokes softly over your skin as he looks down at you, eyes dark and intense even in the low light. âlook how well youâre taking me. all full of my cum⊠belly swelling just a little because of me. nothing about this is embarrassing, baby. itâs fucking perfect.â
you whimper, face burning hotter, but your body betrays you by clenching around him again. toji lets out a low, satisfied hum and presses down just a tiny bit more, feeling the shape of himself through your soft stomach.
âyeah⊠just like that,â he murmurs, voice dropping even lower. âso damn pretty when youâre stuffed full of me.â
then toji rolls onto his back, taking you with him so youâre lying on his massive chest, his cock still nestled warm inside you. the room is quiet except for your slowing breaths. his rough hands, usually so quick to grab and bruise, now move with surprising tenderness. one palm strokes slowly up and down your spine, while the other hand cups the back of your head, thumb brushing gently behind your ear.
he keeps caressing you in long, lazy passesâover your shoulders, down your arms, along the curve of your waist. every touch is careful, almost hesitant, like heâs afraid his calluses might scratch you.
what the hell have you done to him?
he feels clumsy and huge and completely out of his depth, yet he canât stop touching you. canât stop wanting to be gentle for you.
âyou okay?â he asks.
you nod. âyeah⊠you were really good to me.â
toji huffs a quiet laugh, but thereâs no bite in it. his hand keeps stroking your back in slow circles. âdidnât think i still knew how to be gentle,â he admits, almost to himself. âyouâre making me all soft, doll. never thought anyone could do that.â
he pulls the blanket higher around your shoulders and tucks you more securely against him, one thick thigh sliding between yours to keep you close. his fingers continue their gentle explorationâtracing the shell of your ear, the line of your jaw, the delicate skin of your collarbone.
âstay here tonight,â he murmurs, pressing another soft kiss to your hair. âdonât want you going anywhere. not after that.â
you smile against his chest, and toji feels something warm and unfamiliar settle deep in his ribs.
yeah⊠youâve ruined him.
and for once, the roughest man alive doesnât mind being soft at all.
choso's really wanted to try the bulk and cut technique he found online, where he focuses on eating in a calorie surplus, training strength and protein intake. you've noticed since that his body's a lot softer, pudgier in the best way. his pecs are bigger and rounded, as his his stomach, thighs, arms, and the rest of his body.
he's a little bit insecure about the weight gain, and feels like he has to keep reminding you it's temporary and that he's aiming for lean, defined muscle. but you're more and more opposed to that idea every day as you take in how good he looks right now.
his whole body is just so pillowy and heavenly, and the nutrients he's been taking in from the extra food intake has just made him stronger. he was always strong, yes, but now he can practically toss you around one handed. his lower region has also chubbed up and gained weight.
for starters, his balls are bigger and heavier now, resting on the insides of his thighs when he sits down. they're soft and pudgy, full of cum and softness that has you salivating whenever you see them. his cock is also pudgier and thicker. it's too heavy and fat to hold with one hand, so now you have to use two. it drools thicker loads of precum - and as for his actual loads? they're much more copious because of all the new room in his fat balls to store it. everything about him has just improved. thick cock, thick balls, thick cum.
he just seems so much more eager in bed too now. like his new body and insecurities have made him more desperate to prove he's still worth something. you've told him so many times you find him so handsome regardless, and that you actually prefer this beefier, chubby body type, but he's still so sure you're only humoring him so he won't be upset.
moreover, he folds you up in bed, palms spanning your thighs and squeezing the fat of them to hold you open while his meaty cock pushes into you over and over again. choso pulls his cock out of you until only the swollen head of his cock is notched in your puffy hole, then sinks back in sickeningly slow, grinding the fat, spongy crown against your soft, sensitive inner walls, smearing his sticky precum inside you.
you can feel every rigid vein and throbbing inch of his cock as it drags along inside you, stirring up the mix of your juices already inside you. "i-is that... does that feel good?"
moaning loudly is the only response you can muster right now, your back arching as he pumps his cock into you again and again. choso echoes your moans with his own, the sound rumbling through his soft chest as he ruts his cock in and out of you. wet, squelching noises from all the slick you're both leaking fill the room, adding to the slap of his heavy balls against your ass with each thrust.
they're so big now, swollen and churning with the cum inside them, sloshing about whenever they connect with you. the girth of his dick makes your pussy drool around his shaft, leaking out to mix with the sticky mess already coating your thighs. rivulets of creamy fluid ooze out from where you're joined, dripping onto the bed and making a mess of both of them.
"you're not answering me..." he says down at you, analyzing your fucked out expression. "do you not like me anymore? cause 'm all chubby?"
you gasp out a; "no! i still- mngh... like you soooooo much, choso!" when his tip presses far too deep inside you. he's never gone that far in before, and you feel so full as he bottoms out and presses against that soft spot inside you that makes your toes curl. he pushes his cock deeper with a roll of his hips, then draws back nice and slow, watching how your pussy adjusts to his size with each thrusts, soft folds molding around his fattened cock and sucking him back in whenever he draws back.
"you sure?" he asks, panting and throwing his head back at how much tighter you feel these days. you've always been tight, your velvety walls wrapping perfectly around his dick, but with how he's gotten bigger, there's less space in your pussy for him to fit, and it feels like he's cramming his dick inside you. "im... im gonna cum..." he moans, picking up the pace and staring down at you, pupils blown and lips parted as broken moans leave his soft lips.
he pushes a thumb onto your clit, the pads rubbing against the nub until it gets swollen and adds to the pleasure he's already inflicting on you. he pinches and tweaks it, wanting the two of you to cum together so he knows for sure that you're still attracted to him.
choso's hips rock faster, hands squeezing your thighs and easily lifting your hips so he can pump his cock even deeper inside you. his tip kisses your cervix with each thrust, not ramming against it to hurt you, but pushing on it, pressing down just like how his thumb is pressing on your clit. with one last pathetic moan of your name paired with "ooohhh fuck! 'm cumming!" he finishes inside you, veins bulging along his shaft as your velvet walls clench and flutter around him, your orgasm hitting at the same time.
choso stays buried inside you so he can shoot his thick, creamy load into you. it's thick and hot and the volume is so much that it bulges your belly just a little, excess trickling out and splattering out around his dick and your pussy lips.
while both of you cum, you tug him down into a deep kiss, and he sighs dreamily as you pull him in and meet his thrusts with little bounces of your hips, the two of you riding out your highs together with your lips mushed together. he shoots out a whole fresh load when you tell him his favorite words;
"i love you, choso. you're perfect just the way you are."
it started innocently enoughâor as innocent as anything ever is with him. one lazy sunday morning when you were still half-asleep and riding him slow, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand with that mischievous grin and whispered, âjust one video, baby. for my eyes only. i wanna watch how pretty you look when you come on my cock.â
you said yes.
now itâs become a ritual.
every time he fucks you, the phone comes out. sometimes he sets it up on the tripod in the corner of the bedroom so it captures everything in wide angle. sometimes he holds it himself, filming close-ups of his thick cock stretching your pussy open, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, the messy slick coating his shaft when he pulls out just to push back in deeper.
he loves the sounds most of all.
âlisten to that,â heâll groan, angling the camera down between your bodies so the microphone catches the wet, filthy squelch every time he bottoms out. âhear how sloppy your pussy gets for me? fuck, baby, youâre dripping down my balls.â
he always makes sure to get your face tooâthe way your eyes roll back, the way your mouth falls open when he hits that spot inside you, the broken moans and whimpers of his name that spill out when youâre close.
âsay it louder,â heâll demand, voice rough as he fucks you harder, free hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider for the camera. âtell the camera whoâs making you feel this good. who owns this tight little cunt.â
you always give in. âyou do, satoruâfuckâonly youââ
he saves every single video.
theyâre stored in a heavily encrypted folder on his phone titled âprivate collectionđ€â with a little heart emoji he thinks is subtle. there are dozens now. some are short clips of you sucking him off in the back of the car after a mission. some are long, hour-long tapes where he edges you for ages before finally letting you come. thereâs even one from the time he fucked you against the floor-to-ceiling window in his penthouse while the city lights glittered behind you.
he watches them when youâre away.
when youâre on a solo mission, or visiting family, or just busy with work that keeps you late. heâll lock himself in his bedroom, pull up the folder, and pick one at random. sometimes itâs the one where youâre riding him reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing as you take every inch. sometimes itâs the one where he has you folded in half, legs over his shoulders, pounding you so deep the camera catches the bulge in your lower belly.
he strokes himself slow at first, matching the rhythm on the screen, groaning your name under his breath. âfuck, look at you⊠taking me so well even when iâm not there.â
his hand speeds up as the video gets filthier. he loves the parts where you begâwhen youâre crying and whimpering âplease, satoru, fill me up, i need your cum.â he always comes hard to those, thick ropes spilling over his fist while he watches himself breed you on the screen.
after he finishes, he doesnât delete anything. he just saves the new load of cum on his fingers and sends you a quick text:
âmiss you. watched our video from last thursday. you looked so pretty crying on my cock. canât wait to make a new one when you get home.â
you always reply with something flustered and needy, and he grins like an idiot, already planning the next tape.
sometimes he gets bold.
heâll send you short clips while youâre at workâa ten-second snippet of him thrusting into you from behind, his hand fisting your hair, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and clear. the message always comes with the same caption:
âthinking about you. hurry home so we can film the sequel.â
he never pressures you to let him post them or share them. these videos are strictly for himâhis private collection, his dirty little secret. he watches them when heâs stressed after a long day, when heâs horny and youâre not around, when he just wants to relive how perfect you feel wrapped around him.
and every time he films a new one, he makes sure to whisper against your lips right before he starts recording:
âsmile for the camera, baby. gonna watch this one later when iâm all alone and missing this tight pussy.â
then he fucks you like heâs trying to make sure the next video is even better than the last.
because gojo satoru doesnât just love fucking you.
he loves keeping every single moment of it forever.
so he can watch you fall apart for him again and again.
cw: coworker!toji, workplace sÄx, fingĂ«ring, dry hĆ«mping, p w plot, pĂ€lming, ĂŽrÇl. art by o6frog on twt ! đČ .ËË á”á”
âTOJI FUSHIGURO IS DEFINITELY A B MINUS,â
lunch break at goldman sachs means jam sticky on your fingers & shokoâs bleary eyes. beside you sheâs plum cheeks & lashes fluttering, lips smudged with brownie-choc & something else she swears isnât laced with weed.
âthatâs not very generous. i thought you liked the guy.â
and you do. toji fushiguro is a man divorced with broad chest & tired eyes. but even thick arms & bulging pectorals arenât enough to earn a print grade of D++.
ânot to the point that iâd lie to myself,â you click your tongue. âsee how the peak of his crotch rests right below the middle? thatâs a B minus.â
two cubicles & a half-opened laptop away, toji fushiguro is there.
sleeves folded over thick forearms, glasses heavy on sunken nose. and his eyes? low & lazy & gazing nowhere near your direction. and youâd worn this skirt just for him !
you shake the thought away. beside you, shoko smushes a palm against her cheek.
âi think youâre wrong.â
âhm?â
âhave you seen how he walks?â shoko leans in, eyes glimmering. âslow. heavy. like heâs weighed down by the sheer mass of it,â she licks her canines,
âthat man is packing.â
âbut the print chartââ
âfuck the print chart,â shoko interrupts. âi say we investigate.â
INVESTIGATION #1 : COMPANY GYM
the company gym is mirrored walls / sweat-soaked skin / air heavy with the haze of midsummer heat. somewhere between the barbell racks & bench press machines, your palms bruise red from the weight of a dumbbell.
toji fushiguro has the body of a god.
you wonât admit it, though. wonât even look at it. even now youâre low lashes trained on shoko sprawled against her mat. said girl is shameless & gawky & wide-eyed.
âshoko,â you hiss. âstop staring.â
âi canât! his waist is too slutty!â
your tongue licks your canines. girls like you donât feel the need to sneak a peek. toji fushiguro is a man who knows he will never be refused. to seduce you, heâd need more than broad back or slow gaze or thick thighâ
oh my!
you only see it for a second, really. he shifts & the material clings far too tightâstretching & dipping just enough to outline his cock; thick & fat & far too heavy against his right leg.
âbitch. did you fucking see that?â
âsee what?â
girls like you tell lies like theyâre gospel. even now, shokoâs shoving your side, spitting something about âplaying hard to getâ & just âsneaking one more glance.â
you do. lashes low. lips half-bitten. eyes on the mirror because girls like you canât look men like toji in the face.
your cheeks burn hot when your eyes lift.
toji fushiguro is already looking at you.
PRINT ASSESSMENT : B(+) FOR BIASED.
DIHVESTIGATION #2: BOARDROOM 4-B
one half-drunk coffee browning at the rim. two men with glasses who donât know how to murmur. in boardroom 4-B, there are three reasons why you canât fucking focus.
reason number one: toji fushiguro is staring at you like he knows how you taste when you lie.
it shouldnât bother you, really. 3PM at goldman sachs means company whiteboards & stock market projections. this afternoon youâre buttoned blazer & tight skirt & tighter bun. thereâs a clipboard in your hands & two knots in your gut.
youâre presenting something about liquid assets. tojiâs gaze has liquid pooling between your thighs.
the nerve of him. toji fushiguro has a pen in his teeth & a tie half-loose. his glasses slip low on his nose, chair leaning, thick arms crossed over thicker chest. & his eyesâglazed over & half-liddedâblink slow. heavy & bored & flitting to your hips before glancing away like you donât even exist.
the projector goes out.
& itâs a good thing it does. itâs hard to talk about assets when tojiâs got you wishing his shove through your pussy. you bite your lip, thighs aching like a fucking virgin. down the table, shoko notices.
IT girl shoko ieri doesnât stand up.
she should. youâre already irritated & itâs her fucking job for christâs sake, but shoko seems to have other plans. instead she turns to toji,
âmr. fushiguroâdo you mind getting that? youâre closest to the port.â
toji doesnât mind. at least, thatâs what it looks like. he gets up, body all spine & lazy muscle, and stops just in front of you.
âsâcuse me, miss,â
he lowers himself to pick at the wires by the screen. youâre quick to clamp your thighs shut & pray he doesnât catch your soaked panties or the way they cling between your folds.
you also pray he doesnât catch the way your eyes flick to his crotch.
& god, heâs huge; thin slacks not bothering to hide his shape in his pants. heâs thick. so thick you canât guess if heâs hard & bulging or some sort of monster even when soft or if his cock would twitch if he shoved it right into your aching cuntâ
your thighs squeeze. thereâs three crevices in your palm where your nails dig into your skin & your knees feel weak & god why the fuck is he so hot? his hairâs all messy & shirt half-unbuttoned so when you sneak a peek, his chest peeks back.
you bite your lip & sneak a peek at his face as well.
toji fushiguro does not peek back.
heâs consumed by the wires it seemsâshuffling cables; one arm lifting to rest on the chair beside you & unavoidably bracketing your knees. youâre leaned back against the wall now, chest heaving, thighs shut, lashes fluttering because tojiâs nose sniffles & itâs so fucking cute.
& so fucking annoying. because youâve used your pretty heel to nudge him twice now & heâs still plugging wires like he canât feel your thigh brush hot against his arm. like he canât hear how heavy youâre breathing, or the soft squelch under your skirt when he leans so close you have to shift away. like he canâtâ
âlegs,â he mutters.
you shift your heel back, cheeks ripe-red & sweltering hot.
toji drops a cable. arms on his knees now, still crouched low, bleary eyes flicking up to yours. thereâs only silence for a beat, and then he stands up slow. heavy. you donât miss the soft knock of his cock against his crotch.
you gulp.
toji stretches. gaze low, eyes somewhere too close to your skirt.
âfix that.â
toji doesnât clarify as he turns to leave.
PRINT ASSESSMENT: D(-) FOR DICKHEAD.
DIHVESTIGATION CUT THE EYE TAG Nâ FUCK THIS CUNT !
5PM at goldman sachs & thereâs an elbow wedged between your ribs.
the elevatorâs fullâtoo fullâ& youâre too foolish; and the bone in your rib clearly isnât yours. to your left thereâs a man in khaki suit & beach blond hair & heavy goggles. the man on your right has pearl white hair & talks to him a mile a minute.
behind you is something hard.
but your body knows the scent of maroonâs dogwood et tabac. behind you toji fushiguro is leaning, hands heavy on the rail behind him, crotch conveniently caught behind your ass.
the elevator air is sticky as a chewed prayer. the first time you grind against toji, itâs purely by accident.
too many bodies press together, sweat-slicked & aching in the midsummer heat. the elevator stutters & you can only shift back, backside dragging over his semi-hard cock.
the second time you grind against him, your hips are the culprit.
not you, your hips; because girls like you have bodies with minds of their own so you can only bear witness as they rub against his crotch. heavy. slow. assisted by the weight of two grown men pressing beside you every time the elevator simmers.
behind you, toji hasnât tensed.
in fact, he yawns. like he hasnât noticed you frotting on his cock. like his dick isnât semi-hard & kissing your ass beneath your skirt.
heâs so fucking frustrating.
so you stop for now. even your hips know better than to lie to you twice. you try to move forward, keyword: try, but the elevator slams to brake & youâre shoved against tojiâs chest.
big hands catch your hips automatically. you muffle a squeak. how cute.
but youâll never know if toji thinks the same because he only grunts behind you, sound rumbling through his chest. the elevator fills out quickly, too many footsteps eager to find home.
itâs time for you to find home, too. heaven knows this workday has filled you with embarrassment.
youâre about to step off when toji pushes the emergency stop button.
you only realize it when you bump against his back. you blink once, twice, & toji turns to you with lips ticked up in a smile too cruel to be kind.
âyou gonna pretend you donât know why i did that?â
you tell lies like theyâre gospel so you play the fool. âi have no idea what youâre talking about.â
you say it with clicked tongue but blisters swell where your thighs touch. thereâs a heat on your cheeks that you canât itch away.
toji laughs, shakes his head. the sound is close to guttural.
âheard you and shoko at lunch earlier,â he muses, voice low & steps heavy. âB-minus, was it?â
âwhat are youââ
a palm pats your cheek. heavy, hot. ârubbing up on me like a bitch in heat. that desperate to find out, miss?â
you shiver against his touch, neck hot, thighs burning. tojiâs thumb drags at your lip. the other hand slips towards his pants.
heâs palming himself now, gripping at his crotch, moulding & pressing as you suck air in with glossy eyes.
âdonât be shy,â he murmurs. youâre still rag dolled in front of him, shaky knees & lust-glazed eyes. his palm leaves his crotch to take yours gently, so gently, & you almost moan when he presses it to his hard, swollen cock.
fuck.
âeasy,â he rasps, low. youâre half-bitten lips now, pupils blown & palms playing with his zipped-up cockhead. his pants twitch with each clothed rub, & your body has a mind of its own so you whimper.
âwanna take it out for me, miss?â
âyesâi mean, yes.â
you donât miss the tug of his lips. the expression he wears is close to mocking but youâre half-devil half-girl so you zip him free anyways. he springs free & god heâs huge. veiny & thick & tip an angry pink.
toji pumps himself, horny & pulsing with each stroke. his thighs twitch like it fucking hurts.
âknees, dollface,â heâs breathless now. âtell me iâm a B with my cock stuffed in your throat.â
toji fushiguro doesnât need to tell you twice.
you sink obediently, palms resting at his thighs. you reach to cup his dick but it only slaps against your face.
âtits out, doll. wanna watch âem bounce while you suck me.â
& youâre half-devil half-girl so you obey immediately; knuckles shaky & fingers clumsy against your buttons. toji sighs & snaps them open with a grunt.
âcanât do anything rightâŠâ
he murmurs but youâre peering up at him with doe eyes. toji thinks youâre so fucking cute, hot cheeks & clenching thighs & a nose that scrunches in self-denial. ten minutes ago you were rubbing against his cock. five minutes & you were telling him otherwise.
nevermind that, though. heâs always wanted your glossy lips wrapped around his dick.
& the precum on his tip makes them glossier. tojiâs got his head tipped back now, thighs twitching, hips thrusting himself into your hot mouth. the sight of your pebbled nipples glistening with sweat makes him groan, & you pump his cock & suck so good he thinks he might be seeing stars.
âmmâfuck, thatâs it,â he rasps, âthatâs good, sâgood, miss.â
you lick a stripe up his slit. toji shivers.
& youâre a devil of a girl so you take it a step further. your thighs squeeze, & the soft squelch of your panties stick to his ears. you take your other hand & fondle with your perky nipples.
âfuckââ
but toji doesnât let you continue. he yanks you by the hair just as his cock twitches, pulsing & sputtering with sticky precum.
âup,â he rasps, pulling at your waist, âget up.â
youâre only in his arms for a moment before he gets to work, neck flushed & rock hard against you. heâs much too rough in folding up your skirt, dragging it up so your ass spills out & the cool air licks your panties.
âbeen so fuckinâ noisy,â his fingers rub circles on your juicy clit, âsoaked & begging for me since the meeting. thought i wouldnât fucking notice.â
heâs muttering more to himself than you, pressing his thumb to your panties before he somehow gets annoyed & slides them away. youâre slobbering on his fingers now, sticky & drenched & squelching with each pump.
âmhmâright there, ahââ
âquiet,â he hisses with two fingers in your folds. heâs pumping them in & out now, brows furrowed, hair sweaty, dick impossibly hard. you go limp against him, tits smushed against his chest as he works to stretch you out; cockhead still poking against your swollen clit.
âso fucking tight,â he rasps. âgod, baby. whyâs your pussy so fuckinâ tight.â
toji fushiguro is big man with little patience. so when he circles your swollen clit one more time, your thighs trembling against him, youâre not too surprised when his palm shifts back to his cock.
heâs still got a palm on your hip, heavy & aching. he pumps himself two more times before kissing the crook of your neck against his chest.
âgonna stuff you with my cock,â heâs pumping harder now, lips brushing just under your jaw. âthat okay, sweetheart? want my B-minus cock in you? or is that not big enough?â
âitâs big! so bigâplease tojiââ
âso cute,â itâs almost a laugh now, guttural & vibrating through your chest. he hooks your thigh up with an arm. âstarinâ at my cock and rating it with your friend. shoulda stuffed it in you ages ago.â
& he does. he strokes your clit once before pushing himself in, pussy sputtering & spitting around him. your walls streetch, velvety & aching, hips twitching as you clench around his cock.
âmâsorry! so sorry, canât take anymore, pleaseââ
he only shoves himself deeper as you cry over his cock. heâs panting now, groaning, palm shaky as he grips your thigh. âlook at meâthis feel like a B to you? canât even take B-grade dick, hm?â
he thrusts into your squelching pussy as you go limp against him, lashes fluttering, lips bitten hard as your nipples drag against his chest.
âitâs a D! fuck, tojiâ!â
he slides his dick out as your pussy sputters; walls cumming, body aching & tingly on his chest. tojiâs got his dick in his palm & pumping slow; thick white cum dripping out with each stroke. âmhmâŠfuck.â
youâre still breathing heavy on his chest, nipples budded & glistening with sweat. against you toji shoves his dick back in his pants, breath heavy, tugging on his zipper as his thumb slips low to circle at your swollen clit.
your lashes flutter open to peek at his jaw. toji fushiguro is already looking at you.
you always greeted him the same way whenever he came home from a mission.
beaming smile, a âbear hugâ that lands more like a tickle, and a kiss lasting so long your lips tingled by the time you pull away.
so why is it that this time, toji gets neither?
when he asks what youâve been up to during the two weeks heâs been away, all your replies are curt. short, tight-lipped mutterings that were seemingly trapped deep inside your throat and refused to come out no matter how hard he tried.
and man, did he try.
you're making dinner when he comes up behind you, and his arms have barely wrapped around your form when you shoulder him away, grumbling something about âbroke boyfriend hugsâ he couldnât even make sense of. so with frustration and confusion taking over in equal measure, he moves to sit in the chair on the other end of the island.
toji watches as you zip around the kitchen as if the tiles would burn your feet if you stayed in the same place too long. your hands are jerky as you take plates out of the cardboard. every movement too sharp and exerting a lot more force than necessary.
when you place them on the counter, the loud clank of ceramic against marble is grating enough to make him stop biting his tongue.
âwhatâs going on with you?â
the drawer rasps as you open it and he hopes itâs a coincidence you happen to take out a knife so soon after the question.
âhuh?â your brow arches, but you still donât look up. it has him bristling.
âyouâve been in a mood all day,â that draws your eyes to his and even when they narrow at the edges, he doesnât stop talking, âiâm not a fuckinâ mind reader. if somethingâs wrong, you better come out with it.â
a nerve under your eye twitches.
âiâm sorry,â he has a feeling youâre not sorry at all. but finally that nonchalant front is cracking, and along with it, a frown follows its path, setting deep lines around your mouth. âis coming home to a clean house and me slaving over a hot stove not good enough for you?â
the fuck?
his jaw to tightens. âi never said that.â
âthen what are you saying?â you throw back so fast it almost feels like heâs been shot.
toji pauses. he takes stock of you from head to toe and really allows himself to take his time as he does so.
the man reasons that your body always told him what your stubborn mouth never seems to be able to so maybe, just maybe, he would be able to sniff something out.
your hair falls to your shoulders, messy as if you ran your hands through it a few more times than you should have. eyes a little too bright and tracking as they stay fixed on him.
his sudden appraisal is anything but subtle, and whatever cutting remark you throw his way at the fact is completely ignored.
instead, he focuses on how your pulse jumps in your neck, ticking fast within the delicate column of skin. the way it always did that when you were angry, or when you wereâ
oh.
dark eyes light up like a christmas tree when it finally hits him.
âi see what this is about.â toji starts with the barest hint of amusement colouring his tone. his gaze flickers south just to make sure, and yes. the longer he stares at your tits, the more your nipples pebble under your sleep shirt. they perk up so hard heâs surprised they havenât torn through the fabric yet. âbaby, we've been together three years and you're still too shy to tell me what you want?â
your back straightens. caught. âwhat are you even talking about?â
he merely raises a brow at you, because you knew exactly what he was talking about. and slowly but surely, a warm flush touches your cheeks. embarrassment has you throwing the knife back into the drawerâas if you forgot what you wanted to use it for in the first place.
âyou know what? fuck this,â you turn the stove off and step away. âmake your own damn food.â
but toji wasnât hungry anymore. not for food anyway.
his hand latches around your wrist before you get two steps in, and your head whips to him. lips part to no doubt curse him out, so he sharply yanks you into his chest.
the pull happens so quickly it knocks the air out of your lungs and before you can take a second to breathe, his mouth is on you to steal even more.
strong hands cup the undersides of your arms, lifting then setting you down on the edge of the counter and a shiver runs up your spine as cool marble hits skin.
toji grips the plush flesh of your thighs, forcing them apart then winding them around his body.
the speed of it all and the rush of having him between your legs, all snug and muscular, has your hips subtly pitching against hisâŠor at least you thought it was subtle until he pulls away.
âoh, my poor baby,â he huffs against your mouth. âmissed me a little more this time, didnât you?â
your lips purse in response, and when you look away with your nose turned up, a soft chuckle is exhaled over your jaw.
you donât have to answer for him to know the truth.
swift hands grab your shorts, almost tearing them clean off in his rush to get you bare for him, and once you were, his eyes go impossibly dark as they settle between your thighs.
âfuck, look at you,â a sexy grin tugs at his scarred lips. âso soaked for me and iâve barely touched you.â
your chin tips up. âwhat makes you think itâs because of you?â
smack!
his palm promptly cracks over your cunt and the sharp bite of pain coupled with the wet squelch that echoes through the apartment afterwards, has you mewling.
âshitâ!â
âkeep being a brat, and iâll leave you like this,â he tuts.
both of you knew that was a lie, but you still bit your tongue. mostly because the sight of him lowering himself to his knees steals away any snark you hoped to make.
once settled between your legs, middle and pointer fingers part your folds open, smearing the glittery wetness of your slick over your clit. then thumping over it in two sharp taps that have you grunting.
thick fingers slide down to press over your entrance and he croons when he feels you quiver. desperate and painfully empty.
âtoji,â you complain between a moan and it makes his cock stir. your hips lift, seeking a trace of friction, only to get the soft press of his lips over your thigh instead.
the kiss was almost sweet and you hated it. hated him, because since when was toji ever soft?
heâs clearly teasing you.
âhm, you want something?â he murmurs so close to your cunt you can feel the heat of his breath on it. âtold you iâm not a mind reader.â
he glances up at you and just knows youâre calling him every name but his own in your head. the way your lip curls tells him as much, but it only has him smiling wider.
âyour mouth.â you manage between uneven pants, and a low hum follows.
âwhat about it?â
jesus christ.
you throw your head back in frustration, and he simply waits you out.
waits until you swallow your pride and get bold enough to tell him what you want.
it takes some time for your eyes to meet again.
âneed it,â he frowns with faux empathy. so mocking it would have made you stand up and leave if you weren't so pent up. you ignore that it makes you a little wetter too.
âwhere?â he whispers, then thinking better of it, he tilts his head to the side. âshow me.â
with a sigh, you let your legs part some more, fingers bumping against his as you circle your clit. he leans down and you nearly slap him when he presses another tender kiss to your inner thigh instead of where you wanted him most. where you literally just showed him to go.
âyou sure you donât want it here?â your head shakes and kisses continue to trail up your skin until he reaches your cunt. each peck he delivers is soft and gentle and devastatingly disarming, so when you start to relax, his lips part and sinful lick is dragged all the way up your slit.
you gasp. brokenly and all too loud, and he meets it with an answering groan against you.
âthereâs my sweet girl,â toji doesn't give you time to adjust. âsweeter fucking pussy.â doesn't start slow.
his tongue laps at your sensitive clit, fat tip flicking it teasingly, before going to slurp the slick dripping down your folds. he sucks sensitive flesh into his mouth, sharp teeth scraping until you squirm under him. your hips shift back only to be pulled forward again.
âuh-uh, you wanted this. don't hide her from me.â
toji cups the tops of your legs, holding you down and open as he forces his tongue into your cunt. you flutter around the muscle, and it only makes him plunge deeper. swirling, thrusting, searching.
calloused hands grow rougher when you try to wiggle away again, moving to the backs of your thighs to push your legs, up, up, until your knees nearly touch your ears.
his mouth unrelenting as he eats you out like he means to break you. sloppy open-mouth kisses smacking onto pussy until your legs tremble in his hold.
âtojiâoh, fuck pleaseââ you donât even know what youâre begging for as you grip his broad shoulders.
manicured nails dig into his skin, and it hurts, but it also has his cock throbbing harder. each pulse beats in time with your clit twitching under his tongue, and he groans when you cum and balmy sweetness washes over it in a thick heady rush.
âshit, there you go baby. let it out.â
the man doesn't stop even when you're a blabbing mess under him, and he moans into your pussy, free hand fisting his length through the rough fabric of his jeans.
you fall back against the counter, its coldness and hardness not even registering as you convulse all over and only then does he finally pull away.
âbeen gone for fourteen days,â he starts while your bleary eyes stare up at the ceiling. âguess i have to make you cum that many times to make it up to you?â
your eyes go round and you look down at him.
thereâs no way he could do that. there was no way you could do that.
but as two fingers are pushed deep into your cunt, hooking up juuust right, you have a feeling the maniac is going to find a way regardless and god did you love him for it.
of course you fucking missed him.
art by @/hunnismokah
note: self indulgent because this was me a few days ago, minus you know, tojiâŠ..anyway first jjk drabble yay (?)
⧠ââ satoru just needs one final push (nsfw)
he physically canât cum until he hears your voice
satoru's been at this for at least half an hour by now.
hand gliding up and down his cock, thumb pressing hard against the bulging vein. he imagines itâs your soft, pliant hands instead of his own that are coaxing him towards an orgasm. his mind is hazy, the vision of you blurry as his hips buck lazily into his grasp. the movement of his wrists speed up when he feels himself teetering on the edge, only for him to be pulled back onto solid ground immediately.
he's been at this for at least half an hour and yet, he still can't reach the sweet, sweet relief he was aching for. you're to blame, he thinks. the tight squeeze of your pussy around his cock, enveloping him in a special kind of warmth, has ruined everything else for him. especially the now-slick palms of his own.
even the polaroid he keeps in his wallet isn't enough. not even his favourite â the one where you're on your knees in front of him, mouth stretched around his cock. your eyes are locked onto the camera in his hands, and the faux eye contact makes him stifle a groan. but he still needs more.
he dials your number.
you pick up at the second ring.
"hey, babe, what's up?" your voice is amplified by satoru's phone, pressed up against his ear. he feels his balls tighten.
âpleaseâŠ,â he whimpers through gritted teeth. itâs followed by shallow breaths. then the wet shlicks of his precum being smeared all over his length. it glistens with obscenity, and the shame of getting off to the mere sound of his name uttered in your voice.
âsatoru? are you okay? you soundâŠout of breath.â
though your words were innocent, to him, your voice was no different from porn.
âhaah, yes, i-iâm, fffuck, iâm fineâplease, say my name again,â his voice cracks, and so does his poorly-maintained facade of composure.
âwhatâsatoru, whatâs going on?â your lack of awareness of his dirty actions made him grow heavier in his palms. the strands of his hair were slick with sweat, sticking onto his forehead, head tilted back against the headrest.
âshit, again,â he gasps out, deft fingers tugging at his cock. how you haven't caught on, he's not sure. or maybe you have, and you're just playing dumb. whatever it is, every word makes his breath quicken, his face feel hotter, and his legs tremble more.
âis this a prank?â
âno! please, just keep going. talk to me, anything you want. tell me about your day? pretend as if itâs aâhnghâa life or death situation.â it might as well have been the way he was desperately clawing at any shreds of you.
âumm, okayâŠ? well, i was at the grocery store just now, and there was this lady who was a complete bitch. she cut the queue, and yâknow what she said to me? she said she didnât see me! i mean, hellooo?? she couldâve justââ
âfuck!â a loud groan interrupts your little rant.
spurts of cum spill onto satoruâs hand and lap, all of which, of course, you do not see. his chest heaves with relief, head tipped against the headboard. he lays still for a moment, nothing but shaky breaths leaving his lips. the other end of the line is silent too.
for a moment, he thinks you hung up. left him to ride out the aftershocks of his long-awaited orgasm, fingers still twitching against his cock from the muscle memory.
after all the pain you endured during your delivery, sukuna refuses to ever let his wife go through it again
[a/n: based of that one scene in "when life gives you tangerines"]
11 hours, 34 minutes, and 34 seconds. then 40. then more. sukuna counts them all without meaning to, like something wired too deep into him to stop. each second stretching, dragging, carving itself into his bones as time refuses to move fast enough.
his eyes burn, raw and unforgiving, a kind of ache heâs never known. not even in those long, merciless nights bent over a laptop back in his college days. this is worse. dark circles bruise the skin beneath his eyes, lashes still damp.
he sits rigid in a cheap, dark blue hospital chair, one that creaks every time he so much as breathes too deeply, yet he hasnât moved from it in hours. maybe longer. his body feels locked in place, but his mind drifts, slipping in and out of a dull haze until the sound of a door jolts him upright again, sharp, alert, feral in the way his gaze snaps toward it. every time without fail. his hands rest on his knees, fingers twitching, trembling despite himself, nails pressing into fabric as if grounding himself is the only thing keeping him together.
the baby is fine. he knows she is. heâs checked too many times for anyone to comment on without risking the look heâd give them. each visit ends the same way: standing on the other side of the glass, large hand pressed flat against it, breath fogging the surface as something unfamiliar tightens in his chest. he doesnât stay long. he canât. not when youâre not there.
everything in him had gone coldâ no, empty the moment they rushed you away. the world had narrowed down to the sight of you on that bed, face twisted in pain, your fingers clutching his with a strength that spoke of fear you rarely ever showed. and he had felt it too, sharp and suffocating, coiling tight in his chest in a way he couldnât fight, couldnât control.
then a clipboard had been shoved into his line of sight, a nurse speaking too quickly. âmr. ryomen, you need to sign this form in case the babyââ
âmy wife.â
his voice had cut through hers without hesitation. not loud nor panicked. just final.
for a moment, everything had stilled. even you had looked at him, eyes wide despite the pain. He hadnât even looked back at the paper.
âi choose my wife.â
after that, they had forced him out, the doors closing between you with a finality that made something ugly claw at his ribs. since then, all heâs done is wait, endless, suffocating waiting, counting seconds like theyâre the only thing he has left to hold onto.
people came. of course they did. gojo, loud and insufferable even in a hospital, arms filled with gifts that cost more than necessary. geto, calm, offering congratulations that barely registered. toji lingering off to the side, megumi in his arms as he tried, awkwardly, to show him the newborn through the glass, jin nearby with itadori and choso, their presence filling the hallway with low conversation and quiet excitement.
sukuna acknowledged none of it beyond a glance at best.
because none of it mattered.
not the gifts, not the voices, not the child he had already seen and silently loved.
the only thing on his mind was you.
his wife.
âmr. ryomen?â
his name lands and something in him snaps taut and slack all at once. sukuna is on his feet before heâs fully aware of moving, the chair scraping faintly behind him. the sudden shift makes his vision tilt for a second, exhaustion catching up, but he steadies through it, jaw set, legs carrying him forward even as they threaten to give.
âsheâs awake, everything is stable. you may see her now.â
thatâs all he needs.
the door barely has time to open before heâs through it, pace quick, bordering on reckless, yet each step feels impossibly heavy as the weight of the past hours clings to him, refusing to let go. the sterile white of the room greets him, too bright, too clean, and thenâ
you.
everything else falls away.
youâre laid against the stark sheets, small in a way heâs never seen you before, exhaustion carved into every line of your face, the aftermath of something brutal and beautiful all at once. you look fragile. spent. human.
and stillâ still youâve never looked more perfect to him.
his chest tightens, something sharp and overwhelming lodging itself beneath his ribs as his eyes lock onto yours. they find him easily, soft despite the fatigue, a faint smile ghosting over your lips as your hand lifts, barely reaching for him.
âmy loveâŠâ your voice is hoarse, worn thin, and it nearly undoes him.
he closes the distance in seconds, dropping to his knees at your bedside without care for anything else, large hand immediately enclosing yours as if to confirm youâre real, warm and alive. here. he brings it to his face, pressing slow, reverent kisses to your knuckles, your palm, your wrist, lingering like heâs trying to memorize the feel of you all over again.
something wet slips against your skin.
âryoâŠ?â your voice is softer now, concerned, your fingers twitching as if to pull away, but he doesnât let go not out of force, never that, but out of something far more desperate.
he tightens just enough to keep you there, head bowed, shoulders trembling in a way that doesnât belong to a man like him.
âthereâŠâ his voice catches, rough, uneven, breath hitching as the memory crashes back; your face twisted in pain, the sound of it, the helplessness of being torn away. his brows pull together sharply, grip faltering for a second before tightening again. âthere wonât be another.â
he presses another kiss to your skin, slower this time. like sealing a vow into you.
âthere wonât be another,â he repeats, quieter, but no less absolute.
you blink at him, caught off guard, and then despite everythin a soft, breathy laugh escapes you. âdonât be stupid, ryo.â
his head lifts just enough for you to see the way his expression twists, raw and unguarded, eyes rimmed red, lashes clumped.
âi donâtââ his breath stutters, voice breaking in a way he doesnât bother to hide, ââwant to see you like that again.â his hand curls into the sheets beside you, gripping the fabric tight as if grounding himself, ânot like that. not ever.â
you soften instantly, both hands coming up carefully to cradle his face, guiding him closer despite the way he resists for half a second.
âdid you see her?â you murmur, thumb brushing beneath his eye, catching the dampness there.
he nods, quick, almost eager despite everything, leaning into your touch without thinking. âi did⊠butââ his voice drops, âi wanted to see my wife.â
âoh, ryoâŠâ you pull him closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips; soft, lingering, tasting faintly of salt.
he exhales against you, eyes closing briefly, forehead coming to rest against yours as his hand finds its place around yours again, unwilling to let go.
âthere wonât be another,â he says, quieter now. final.
you study him for a moment. at the fear still lingering beneath the surface, and the love that outweighs everything else, and your expression softens into something certain.
âokay,â you whisper, brushing your nose against his. âthere wonât.â
it's 2:49am i should fucking sleep but i finally got the idea how to write this and i had to
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