23. People call me Lucas. I don't like lettuces. My art tag is "#Lettuce draws"! Mainly shitpost, i just reblog stuff that gives me the funny. Ocassionaly draws. Too many fandoms to count.
part one: don't let me go; established relationship; drunk reader; cuddling; non-sexual but intimate touching; semi-shared shower; soft toji washes / combs your hair pls i love him; kissing; slice of life; straight up fluff; ngl i do think he killed someone while you were out enjoying yourself and i’m certain he’s going to do it again but that’s what makes it fun
You sigh into Toji's neck, mentally a little clearer despite still feeling like your head is under water. He continues to hold you, the hand splayed on your back flexing affectionately every now and again, and the night stretches out around you all just as soothingly.
"Hey, babe?"
You jump at the sound of your own voice after the silence you all have shared and Toji chuckles quietly, the sound vibrating through him before he hums his response.
"We should go to 7-11."
"No."
"I really, really wanna go outside with you."
He presses a kiss to your forehead. "That isn't a part of our plan."
"Your plan."
"Yeah? Well yours was to sit here and kiss-"
"Say make out."
"Make out," he says, holding you tight as he gets up. "And I prioritized that."
You grin into the curve of his throat as he carries you to the bathroom. "Don' use buzzwords with me."
He ignores you. "So now we're taking a bath."
"Me n' you?"
"I probably need one after you laying on me."
"Ouch."
You rub your face into him before he puts you to sit on the edge of the tub and reaches to turn on the tap. "You don' really seem like the type to be so concerned with that."
He pulls your shirt over your head before pulling you to stand up and helping you out of your jeans. You kick them away as he kneels in front of you, his hands settling on your hips before you can sit back down. They're heavy and warm and strong as he holds you in place; it spurs you to rest your hands on his shoulders, your thumbs rubbing at the sides of his throat.
"I like when yn smells like yn," he tells you, just barely audible over the running water.
But you hear him. Almost loud and clear. And it's sobering as butterflies fill your stomach, completely distracting you from the fact that he's leaning in until you feel his nose drag along your lower stomach.
"Toji- "
That was some cute shit is what you want to say as you look down at him, but he kisses above your underwear, his eyelashes flush against his cheekbones as he presses his nose to the crease of your thigh.
You gasp, hands lifting to brush through his hair in an attempt to get him to look at you. It's a bit of a mistake, though. His green eyes are perfectly clear when they meet yours, and it leaves you in a complete daze as he tugs off your underwear and pushes you to sit back down.
"Ha-"
He kisses your knee cap before getting up and pulling his sweats and thermal off.
"You're distracting," you tell him as he reaches behind you to take off your bra. "'m gonna out you as a simp."
He rolls his eyes, dumping some salts in the bathtub before grabbing your loofah and his soap (it's Toji-scented, which is 'fragrance-free' beyond the notable Cow Brand scent).
"I'm a grown man," he tells you as he turns on the shower head and sits on the stool in front of you. "And I like you."
You laugh at the subtly playful tone in his voice, sighing as the warm water runs over your legs. "I won'tell anyone, then."
"Sure."
He washes you silently, his touch thorough and tender as you all trade your loofah and the shower head back and forth until he pushes you to stand back up.
"Can I?"
He ghosts the back of your thigh to help punctuate his question and you feel your face go hot.
"Um...yeah. Yes. Just don't look."
He smirks, shaking his head as he takes the shower head back from you. "Because I've never seen you before."
"Don't talk about it, either."
"Yeah," he agrees as he encourages you to spread your legs. "You never told me about your night."
"What is this? The gynecologist's office?"
"What?" He passes you the shower head and picks up the soap.
You sigh but launch into a mostly incoherent recap, not noticing you're soaking in the tub until Toji is asking you to lean back to rinse conditioner from your hair. The melon scent is overwhelming despite it's subtity, wholly comforting, and his fingers are careful as they comb through your wet locks.
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah."
"Heh," you laugh, both embarrassed and amused. "Sorry, babe."
"Mm-hm" -he pours water over your hair, making one more pass through with his fingers- "and to think I was going to join you."
You turn to look at him, watching as he amusedly props his elbow on the tub's edge and his chin in his palm. Leaning in to kiss him, you murmur, "Come."
"Too late. Literally... I'm going to get your towel, ok?"
"Yeah. Ok."
You unplug the tub and hug your knees to your chest, half remembering your boyfriend humoring you through your recount before helping you into the bathtub; you think he may have even feed you a bunch of grapes before you dozed off and you're sober enough now to comprehend just how gentle and solicitous his actions have been since you'd shown up tonight. For longer, if you're being honest, and it's bizarre to think you were worried he didn't like you.
The towel he wraps you in when he comes back is warm and the one he wraps your hair in smells so much like him you can't help but smile as he makes quick work of lotioning you up.
"Toji-"
"We're not going to 7-11."
You laugh, tugging on the sweatshirt and shorts he gives you before he goes through your skin and hair routine. It's streamlined: toner, serum, moisturizer on your face and neck before he tugs the towel from your hair and follows with: leave in conditioner, quick comb through, french braid. "I'm in love with you."
He smirks when he meets your eyes in the mirror. "Are you not always?"
"Are you always in love with me?"
He thinks about it for a moment before saying, "No... Is that ok?"
"I think so." You turn to look up at him. "I always love you. But being in love- that's different. It fluctuates throughout relationships. You just have to decide it's worth it.
"Anyway. I'm in love with you right now…Thank you for taking care of me. Tonight and always."
His smile is soft as he reaches up and ghosts his fingers across your cheek. He kisses you, both hands cradling your face once he pulls his mouth away. "Gross."
"Super gross," you agree. "But I'm, ya know... in your care or whatever."
"I already promised not to let you go, yn."
Before you can question it, Toji tugs a hat over your head and takes your hand to lead you to his bedroom. The fake balcony window is open, his 'I'm an old man who sits by the window' chair from the living room in front of it. Heat draws over every inch of you as your free hand grips his forearm and you bury your face in his shoulder.
"You get 15 minutes of outside time."
"Is this jail now?"
"Yeah- because you went traipsing through Shinjuku in the middle of the night."
"Tough love."
He huffs out a laugh and sits down, licking his feet up and opening his arm for you. You curl into his lap and sigh as he wraps a blanket over both of you.
"For the record," he tells you quietly after a few minutes. "I'm usually in love with you."
You gasp, wrapping both arms securely around his neck before smooshing a kiss to his cheek. "Yeah? You’re usually in a better mood than me too, so it kind of makes sense."
He sighs, eyes closing as he leans against you. "Please take care of me, too."
A satisfied grin spreads across your face before you stretch your neck to kiss his brow. "I won't let you go, Toji. Ever."
His arms flex around you in response and you silently revel in the fact that you’ve ended up back in them because you love the way they fit around you. The way every inch of you fits into him, too. Not like puzzle pieces or magnets but a mosaic: seamless despite being irregular and made of fundamentally different things.
What’s left of your drunken state settles in your stomach, leaving you feeling warmer and terribly fuzzy, and you wiggle around in an attempt to fit yourself all but inside your boyfriend. When he doesn’t react you realize he’s fallen asleep and it’s a heavy reminder that you’d woken him up in the first place.
It doesn’t stop the smug smile that forms as you close your eyes, too. "Sucker."
Ok ok ok! Following my previous ask, can I ask some Toji fluff? Anything at all? I know everyone is sooooo expecting smut from him but I think he's a softie under a thick layer of roughness. And congrates again for your achievement ❤🧋🙌
Toji Fushiguro: dating him (fluff edition)
A/N: Thank you sm!!! 🥰 Idk if I’m excited or nervous to post this one because I don’t know much about Toji and this is my first post about him haha. Enjoy!
This giant is so in love with you, you’re his angel, you can do no wrong in his eyes
Anything you do is rewarded with him cooing at you or grabbing your face in his much larger hand to give you a sloppy kiss. “Why you so cute huh?” He’ll tease in his gruff voice.
Oh, and Toji is totally the type to hum against your cheeks when pressing a kiss to it, chuckling when you try to squirm away.
Cat calls you all the time. Publicly and privately, this man has no shame. His partner is the hottest, and he’s gonna tell you the only way he knows how 😤
Lots and lots of head pats
He does it absentmindedly at this point. You’re always tucked under his arm with his large hand patting your head,
He’ll occasionally use his hand to manoeuvre your head to lean again him, he always knows when you’re tired.
He calls you his ‘lucky charm’, only time things go well for him is when your pretty little self is following him around.
“C’mere cutie” he’ll say in his deep voice, as he sits down, calling you over with a finger.
He always manspreads across his seat in an attempt to make space for you on his lap. Once you’re comfy, he’ll wrap his big muscular arms around you, engulfing you into his large form.
“Gotcha” he’ll chuckle before playfully biting your shoulders.
Lovessss watching you mess with his sword, pretending to be him. He’ll observe and chuckle with a lazy smile.
After missions, he always grabs your hand, drags you to the sofa and makes you give him a massage. It’s the perfect way to get touchy with you, and relieve his pain. A good old 2 in 1.
summary: insomnia torments you during a camping trip with your friends, so what’s the harm in passing the time with your friend’s dad?
wc: 6k
author’s note: i am deep in the trenches of toji brainrot yall its not even funny. put the man in a flannel and the lumberjack fantasies go brrrrrr anyways this was one of my more recent ideas that a wheel told me to write so if that’s any indication as to how my writing is going, i don’t wanna hear it HAHAH. so please enjoy friends, i love u all v much
as always, likes/comments/reblogs/etc are always welcome and appreciated<3
but most importantly, this is part of @fairyfuyu across the universe collab! s/o my dear honey for hosting such a wonderful event (mwah!) <333
cw: nsfw, minors dni, age gap (characters aged up to college age) brief mentions of female masturbation, size kink (how can you not with this man), corruption kink if you squint, dry humping, praise, a little degradation if u squint, use of daddy, lots of pet names (darling, good girl, little girl), fingering, pussyjob, cervix kissing, panty stuffing, creampie, unprotected sex
you couldn’t help that sleep failed to drown you in its bliss. you’d always struggled to sleep in new places, and camping certainly exacerbated the insomnia that plagued you. the crickets chirped loudly, the occasional owl’s hoot sounded throughout the clearing that you had set up camp in. but, most of all, it was the snores of yuuji, nobara, and megumi that kept you wide awake.
you couldn’t help that it was goddamn freezing, that an unexpected cold front had moved through the country on the exact weekend that you chose to go camping. but your friends had insisted on keeping the plans, saying that there wouldn’t be any other time during the year to go, with their demanding class schedules. so that left you, despite all the extra layers that adorned your body, shivering uncontrollably in your sleeping bag.
and you poor, poor thing, you just couldn’t help that regardless of any movement that you enacted between your folds, the orgasm refused to come - or even get any closer. you tried everything that usually got you off, massaging slow circles upon your clit, filling yourself up with one, two, and even trying three fingers. but none of your efforts yielded any semblance of fruition as you tried your hardest to avoid making any friction against your covers that would awaken your friends. it was the only hope you had of having a good night’s sleep.
and so, this left you awake, cold, and frustrated. the perfect trinity to end the uneventful day of camping. the chilly night air nipped at your nose as you fought back tears, feeling like a baby crying over the most minor inconvenience. with a huffing sigh, you untangled yourself from your extra blankets and crept out of your sleeping bag, tip-toeing out of the cramped tent to avoid waking your blissfully snoozing friends.
the air was even colder outside of your shelter, devoid of the warm breath that left your friends’ mouths. wrapping your arms around yourself, shivering, you jogged over to the restroom that was conveniently placed near the campground. after you had relieved yourself, ignoring your haggard face in the mirror, you were making your way back to your tent when a figure surprised you sitting by the embers of the fire.
“what’re ya doin’ up, y/n?” toji asked nonchalantly. you nearly jumped at the sound, but quickly composed yourself, clutching yourself tighter.
“cold, couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled, teeth beginning to chatter. toji clicked his tongue, beckoning for you to sit on the bench next to him. you obliged, settling yourself on the freezing wood. heat radiated from the behemoth of a man next to you.
“ah, three roommates too much for ya?” he joked, stoking the embers with a stick. the two of you watched as sparks flew from the glowing bed, floating up into the night sky and fading from view. unashamedly, you scooted closer to toji until your thighs were touching. a relieved sigh escaped from your mouth as the heat that he emitted spread across your skin at the point of contact.
“you could say that, i suppose,” you sighed, doubling over to insulate the warmth as much as possible. a wave of thanksgiving washed over you as you thanked the stars above that toji had offered to chaperone you and your friends on the trip - otherwise, you’d be cold and bored to tears as your friends slept blissfully beside you.
“that’s too bad darlin’, loud snorers, cold front and all, what’re ya gonna do?” the tone of his voice was teasing, but sweet. it was almost as if he was dangling a treat in front of a puppy who was begging for it.
“i dunno,” you shrugged, “go back and try to sleep, i guess.”
“i don’t think you’ll have any luck with that,” he scoffed, prodding the embers once again. they crackled angrily as they flashed and crackled through the air.
“you’re probably right.”
the two of you were quiet for a moment, as if the both of you were holding your breath, waiting for the other to plunge a foot through the sheet of ice that had formed over the conversation. toji continued his idly fiddling with the fire, and you stole a glance at his face. his sharp features were enhanced in the dim light, shadows dancing across his pale skin. despite being surrounded by trees, the smell of pine stuck potently to his flannel. his eyes flitted over in your direction, and in response, you quickly tore your gaze away from him, gluing your eyes back on the fire.
“well,” he cleared his throat tentatively, “you’re alright with it, you could sleep in my tent.”
your heart leapt into your throat at his proposal. “really?”
“it’s a lot less crowded and i’ve been told i radiate the warmth of a space heater,” he laughed. you joined in nervously, hesitant at accepting his invitation. while it wasn’t the best idea in the world, a good night’s sleep wasn’t going to come easily in a tent next to your three loud friends.
“that actually sounds really nice… mr. fushiguro.” you tacked on his name as a nicety, knowing that he hated when anyone called him that. but you just couldn’t help your manners at his generosity.
“please, y/n, i’ve told you a million times already, call me toji.” it was a knee jerk reaction that tumbled from his lips as he stood up, towering over your shivering frame. he offered a hand to you.
“thank you, toji,” you obliged in his request by using his name, taking his hand. the rough pad of his palm rubbed against yours, sending a warmth down your spine and straight between your legs. fighting the urge to tear your hand away from his, you let his fingers close around it and lead you to his tent.
“something else on your mind?” he asked, giving your hand a soft squeeze. heat rushed to your face as you remembered how desperately you were trying to work your way to an orgasm earlier, how nothing you attempted pushed you over the edge and left you sniveling, cold, and unsatisfied.
“it’s nothing,” you deflected, not wanting to tell your friend’s dad about how sexually frustrated you were. that was one way to make a friendship awkward indefinitely, and you certainly didn’t want that to happen with your good friend megumi.
“aw, no, don’t give me that, darlin’,” toji pried. he opened up the tent flap for you, allowing you to step into the dark space. “any boys giving you trouble? is it my son?”
a laugh fell from your lips at his mention of megumi. “no, no boys…” you trailed off, trying to come up with another lie to satisfy the man’s nosiness. “i just, um…”
“c’mon don’t be shy,” toji teased, zipping the tent flap shut behind him. suddenly, the space felt infinitely smaller. he was right - he really did radiate heat like nobody’s business. as he towered over you, stooped over to avoid hitting his head on the top of the tent, you felt yourself get warmer and warmer, acutely aware of how close he was to you.
“i couldn’t… uh…” you gulped past a lump in your throat. it was an extremely personal admission, one that you wouldn’t share with just anybody. but toji was so attentive, eyes sparkling so kindly, that the words left your mouth almost involuntarily. “…finish myself… in the tent.”
your eyes glued to the ground, not wanting to watch toji’s scar ripple as the corners of his lips turned into a wicked smile. you didn’t want to watch as lewd scenes of the two of you played out in the reflection of his green eyes. but most of all, what you didn’t want to see was how his dick got hard in his jeans at the mention of your frustration.
“oh ho, you dirty little girl,” toji purred, taking a step closer to you. your forehead was nearly touching his chest when you finally lifted your head to meet his gaze once again. “well, i guess i have a trick for that too, if you’re up for it.”
with the closing proximity of your bodies, it all began to click with you. if toji could give you what you wanted, then you could sleep well. it would only be a one time thing, it was just a little favor. throwing all caution to the wind, you nodded.
“yeah, toji,” you agreed. without hesitating, his hands settled on your waist, quickly wrapping around your frame to pull you closer to him. with a steadying hand on the small of your back and the other cupping your chin, he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
the man pulled back, his breath was soft and warm as it fanned across your cheeks. the depths of his emerald eyes shone into yours, sparks glinting within them as he closed the distance between your faces once again. he kissed you harder this time, the hand on your chin leaving its station to secure a position on your waist instead.
tentatively, you allowed your hands to wander up his body. the grooves of his abs met your fingertips under his t-shirt as he exhaled slowly, melting into your caresses. feeling encouraged, you felt up the muscles on his arms, admiring the way they flexed in response to your rapturous touch.
there wasn’t any space between your bodies in the slightest, not even an inch despite how toji’s erection poked into your lower belly. even through his pants, you could tell that he was huge. the man nibbled softly on your lower lip, eliciting a gasp from you. taking advantage of how beautifully your mouth parted, the slick muscle of his tongue explored your mouth.
halfway surprised at the sensation, you pulled back, cheeks in flames. as much as you wanted it to feel wrong, it didn’t. in fact, the way your body responded betrayed any sense of integrity; you felt yourself pool between your legs, the magnetism of the man pulling you in. toji’s brows furrowed together as he stroked your hair gently, leaning down to study your face.
“hey, baby, you alright?”
you bit your lip, hesitantly raising your gaze to meet those emerald eyes. his hands moved to cup your face, holding you so gently as if you were fragile porcelain. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. your gaze fixated upon the ground again as toji tsked, stroking your cheek with a thumb.
“oh, darlin’, you’re not a virgin, are you?”
the statement wasn’t meant to be condescending, nor did you feel that it was. and you weren’t, either. it’s just that you’d only had sex a handful of times, all of them being painful and unenjoyable. you just had no idea how to convey that with the monster of a man who towered over you. he didn’t exactly give off an aura of tenderness that you so desperately needed.
“i’m… just a bit nervous, that’s all.”
a wide smile broke across toji’s face. he leaned down, touching his forehead to yours in a reassuring gesture. planting a tiny kiss on your nose, he pulled back, taking your hands in his to press kisses into your knuckles.
“oh, now, pretty, i’ll be gentle with ya. come see.”
you obliged, watching as he knelt down to unzip his sleeping bag, unfolding it so that the both of you could nest on it. he sat down first, leaning against a few of his bags, legs criss-crossed in front of him. you stayed where you were, arms wrapped around your frame until he beckoned you with his finger.
“come sit on my lap, baby.”
the command sent a heat igniting between your legs as you padded hesitantly over to him. his teeth flashed in a smile as he helped you settle onto him, the powerful muscles coursing in his thighs flexing underneath your weight. as you straddled him, your clit landed perfectly on his erection. you let out a gasp at the stimulation, to which he grinned.
“feels good baby? even over the clothes?”
“yeah, ‘s good, toji.” embarrassment sent heat to your cheeks. it didn’t have to feel this divine, messing with your best friend’s dad, so why did it? why was he everything that you needed at the moment?
“let’s get you ready for me then, darlin’,” toji purred, cupping your face again. “grind that pretty pussy on my cock, ‘kay?”
“‘mkay,” you squeaked, indulging in his wishes. the rasping of the fabric met your ears as you started to slowly shift against him.
“ah, so good, so obedient,” toji grumbled, hands coming to rest on your hips as you rolled them experimentally, “you gonna keep bein’ a good girl for me, eh?”
you nodded, tentatively setting your hands on his shoulders to find balance. he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, a smirk toying with his lips.
“there we go, baby. how ‘bout you call me daddy, pretty. you like that?”
“yes… d-daddy.” the word felt absolutely filthy rolling off your tongue so naturally. his eyes nearly blew out of his skull at the tone your voice took on, cock twitching underneath your tempting warmth. a cheeky smile toyed with your lips as toji’s pupils blew out, the emerald depths swallowed up by lust.
“shit, you make it sound so pretty,” he growled, lips crashing into yours. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in deeper to the kiss. the man’s self control unraveled into that of an animal’s, teeth bumping against yours as he threatened to swallow you whole.
his hands reached to cup your ass, the span of them nearly covering your entire behind. grasping at the soft flesh over your clothes, he manhandled you into grinding on his cock through the restrictive fabric of your pants. the way that the tip of his dick caught your clit perfectly with each drag that the man imposed on you had you falling apart on top of him, moaning into his mouth.
and toji, even he would let out a groan every now and again. but as the time went on, and he got harder and harder, they became more frequent. you felt a sense of pride well up within you, that you, megumi’s friend, had his dad reduced to a moaning mess. you could admit that it was a bit of a stretch to call him that, but seeing his face squench up every time you opened your eyes to catch a glimpse of him fueled your ego.
“let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”
you were panting and acutely aware of the damp spot that had formed in your panties by the time your lips disconnected, spit still beading from them. at toji’s suggestion, you shivered, the cold making itself known to you as wind rustled the trees, setting ripples across the walls of the tent.
“but toji, it’s so cold,” you whined, pressing closer into him. your hands wound through his silky black hair, scratching his scalp through his tangled tresses.
“i’ll keep ya warm, pretty baby,” he smiled, toying with the zipper of your jacket. begrudgingly, you allowed him to undress you. he took his time with his tasks, pushing your jacket over your shoulders and watching your tits bounce in his face as you shrugged it off. you cursed yourself for the amount of layers that you had to wear in order to combat the cold, at the amount of time you had to spend away from his lips.
once toji had removed your thick sweatshirt, he could see how your nipples poked through your t-shirt, hardened in response to both the chilly weather and your arousal. he pulled the last layers of clothes off in a heartbeat, jaw dropping at the sight of your breasts.
“you have such pretty tits, darlin’,” he marveled before indulging in just a few moments of appreciating your breasts. his lips latched onto one of your nipples, tongue swirling around the perky bud. both of his hands cupped your tits, kneading the warm flesh like massage balls. he released your nipple before moving to the next one, and you swore that his spit would’ve frozen on your breast unless he hadn’t moved his hand to tweak the sensitive nub.
your body went into overdrive at the stimulation of the pertinent erogenous zones. the progression of your posture was embarrassingly quick; originally, your nails had sunk into his shoulders, then your arms wound around his neck; and finally, you were grinding on his cock like a bitch in heat, nearly crushing his skull in your embrace as you pulled him closer to you.
“alright, alright, that’s enough, little girl,” he laughed, pinching at your side lightly to signal you to release him. you obliged, shivering as you pulled away, the chilly air assaulting your bare skin. toji winked at you before pulling his shirt off, revealing his chiseled and scarred chest.
you had reached to touch the warm skin when toji swatted your hand away, moving undo his jeans instead. you sat back on your haunches, watching as his cock sprung free once his waistband was removed. he shimmed the jeans down over his ass as you shifted, allowing him to remove his pants completely. your eyes nearly blew out of your skull at the sight of how big, how pretty his dick was.
the pinkening tip was glistening with pre, aching for any kind of stimulation as you marveled at it. toji only let out a laugh at the hearts throbbing in your eyes, his arm reaching to hook around your waist and turn you around.
“let me get a feel for that cunt of yours, darlin’. come sit.”
you obeyed, settling against toji’s chest, the head of his cock digging into your lower back. shifting slightly against his member, you grinned as a shaking exhale from the man behind you told of how he ached to be inside of you. however, his lapse in control didn’t last long. he pulled a blanket over the two of you, making sure that no part of your bare skin was uncovered. the heat that radiated from his body quickly warmed the inside of the blanket, soothing your pertinent goosebumps.
his hand trailed down your leg, skimming over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, laughing softly as you twitched under his touch. you let out a tremulous moan when he reached your clit, teasing you by flicking a few brief strokes upon the tender flesh. you melted into him, back arching as he began to rub circles on the throbbing bundle of nerves.
“you poor thing,” toji cooed into your ear, nibbling on the lobe, “poor little girl couldn’t cum, eh? poor, poor baby; let daddy finish you, ‘mkay?”
you only nodded in response as your brows knit together, his movements becoming more potent. toji’s lips trailed kisses from behind your ear, descending down your neck, across your shoulders. his lips latched onto you, marking the skin with purple love bites. teeth sunk into the flesh as he bit down on the sensitive flesh, drawing cries from your lips.
before long, he gathered up the juices that flowed like a river from your cunt, using it as lube to insert his middle finger into your tight hole. you gasped, biting down on your lower lip as your walls stretched arduously just for one digit. he kissed your shoulder tenderly as he gave a few slow pumps in and out of you, allowing you to accommodate the size.
your cunt gushed in response to how his finger pressed perfectly into just the right spot hidden in the plushness of your walls. the corners of his lips curved up into a luminous smile against your skin, breath fanning down across your collarbone. and when he judged you ready, he slipped in another finger, using his thumb to rub against your clit.
the feeling was simply heavenly as you clamped your mouth shut to hold in the moans that would have otherwise echoed into the dark night. with his other hand, he cupped and massaged your breasts, tweaking your nipples teasingly, basking in how you twitched and arched against him.
the sensations were overwhelming, how he was hitting each sensitive inch of your body perfectly. your limbs jerked sporadically, legs threatening to snap shut and prevent toji from pleasuring you. the man was opposed to this happening, seeing as he was peeking at his slick fingers as they pumped in and out of you from under the blanket.
“uh-uh, little girl,” toji scolded, lifting his legs one at a time to pin yours down. “can’t let you run away, now.” you were completely caged within his body, with his warm limbs surrounding you wholly. the heat was blissful, the pleasure augmented exponentially.
before you knew it, you were on the precipice of an orgasm. your eyes rolled back into your head simply at the thought of it, how the feeling had been so far out of your reach, yet here it was, cupped gently in the hands of a man who was your best friend’s father. throwing caution to the wind, you grinded your hips on his fingers, pushing yourself over the edge.
“what a greedy little girl,” toji commented, nipping at your neck. “you cummin’?”
“yes, daddy,” you gasped as stars exploded behind your eyes. “th-thank you, daddy.”
“what nice manners you have, baby.”
toji picked up the pace of his ministrations as you rode out your high. the air in the tent was drenched in warmth and the scent of your arousal as you lost yourself on his fingertips, your bodies melding together in lewdness as you came all over his hand. his body pressed further into yours, chest heaving against your back in an attempt to steady himself, preventing the urge to flip you over and fuck you relentlessly into the ground.
“shit, i wanna feel you cum on my cock, darlin’.” his voice was impossibly deep, drenched with lust, rumbling across your sensitive skin. “so fuckin’ tight.”
broken whimpers escaped through the small space between your lips as you attempted to control your volume, acutely aware of your friends just a few feet away. orbs of light still danced across your vision as your high began to ebb away, the aftershocks shooting through you even countless seconds after the climax.
you were panting towards the end of your high as toji slipped his fingers out of you, arms wrapping around you to pull you in close for an intimate embrace. the small of your back was soaked in pre as toji’s cock twitched needily, aroused by how perfectly you had grinded upon it. his lips met the back of your neck in a tender kiss.
“come ride me, baby.”
the suggestion was embarrassing enough by itself, especially with the smile that was behind it, but you had lost yourself long ago, ever since you sat down beside your best friend’s father. without waiting for an answer, he lifted you up, extending his long legs in front of him as he turned you around to face him. a deep blush adorned his cheeks, blood spurred to circulate wildly at how fucking gorgeous you had been when you came on his fingers.
as you mounted him, the blanket fell from your frame, cold air attacking your bare skin. you were acutely aware of how your hips stretched to straddle his size as your knees hit the ground next to his waist.
toji, being particularly merciful that night, reached beside him to grab a soft fleece blanket to drape it around your shoulders. you shifted to get comfortable, settling your hands on his chiseled abdomen. the muscles flexed in response to your soft hands, breath seething from between his teeth at your touch.
while you rearranged yourself, his erection dragged against your clit before slapping against his stomach. your mouth nearly watered at the sigh, how the pre that dripped from his tip splattered across his abs, glittering in the dim light as it beaded along the sharp peaks.
toji didn’t make a move to fuck you; in fact, he folded his arms behind his head, resting on the makeshift pillow with a lazy smile. heart skipping a beat, you pressed your pussy onto his cock. a soft gasp emanated from your mouth at the delicious warmth, how he fit so nicely between your folds. his face contorted at the contact, a low moan pouring from his lips as he relished in the warmth that seeped from your cunt.
from underneath lidded eyes, he watched as you began to set a slow pace upon his cock, grinding your hips back and forth along the length of his shaft. in need of a better base for your movements, your hands slid up his body to rest on his chest, gazing at the defined muscles as they rippled underneath your touch.
toji clutched the corners of the blanket, making sure that they wouldn’t fall off your shivering frame as you bucked your hips shamelessly on his pulsing dick. the warm rugged veins of his cock pulsed tantalizingly against your clit, the entire length coated in your juices after just a few moments of your frenzied ministrations.
your eyes met his, both of you ignoring the sounds that tumbled from your lips. all that you could focus on was the way his brows knit together in pleasure, how his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, egging you on to bring him to the crest of bliss that you dangled in front of him with your movements.
“god, you’re driving me crazy, darlin’,” toji groaned, pushing your hips back and forth across his length. he twitched against you, telling of a feral desire to push into your plush walls, to feel you contract around his aching cock. and you needed it at that very moment.
“i… hah… i think i can take it now,” you panted, reaching down to spread the pre that leaked from his slit around the reddening tip. he nodded enthusiastically, watching as you stilled your hips, lifting yourself from the warmth of his cock while pressing your hands into his abdomen to provide a steady stance for when he put it in.
“okay, lets see you take my cock, baby,” he murmured, using a hand to line up his length with your entrance. with a meek nod, you shifted your hips downward to take his length. the head slipped into your tight hole as your mouth took on the rounded shape of an o, wincing with how your walls were already expanding to take him in. his fingers hadn’t stretched you out nearly enough to accommodate the enormous length that he had been packing.
“oh fuck… ‘s big, so big,” you whimpered as you started to sink down upon him. your walls screamed with the excessive span that you had to endure as his dick made its home in your aching cunt.
“i know, you can do it, baby,” he choked out as he held his cock steady while you enveloped it. tears beaded along your waterline at the pain that came with him splitting you apart, at how good it felt, but how it seemed that you were completely being torn from the inside out - and it would be the most pleasurable thing you’d ever experienced. inch by inch you took him, until you felt the contact of his base against your clit.
your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when he finally bottomed out, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. nails dug into the flesh of his stomach as you gave your hips a tentative swivel to gauge how you should proceed, your clit catching friction on the base of his cock.
“‘s so big, daddy,” you whined, beginning to grind feverishly on him. the hands that held your hips barely did any work as he watched you with lidded eyes.
“you can take it, pretty baby,” the man encouraged as his hands roamed up the length of your body to find purchase on your breasts. taking a nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, he grinned watching you jump at how he pinched the bud. his other hand gently massaged your tit, palm covering the entire area.
you couldn’t contain your moans, letting the sound travel across your ears and toji’s. the sound nearly made him jump; and as much as he loved the noises that tumbled from your lips, he knew that his son and his friends couldn’t hear the lewd commotion. his hand fumbled around the surrounding area, finding the simple pink panties that you had been wearing.
“sh, sh, now darlin’,” toji murmured, squeezing the flesh of your hips with his free hand, “you need to be quiet. can’t wake up your friends.”
“i… ngh… i know,” you mewled, “‘s just so good, daddy. i can’t stop.”
but toji made you stop, shoving your panties into your mouth, effectively muffling the sweet sounds that echoed from your lungs. the scent of your arousal flooded your senses as you picked up the pace of your movements. your cunt had successfully assimilated to the mass that impaled you, now beginning to leak with the approach of your orgasm.
“fuck,” he growled, removing a hand that guided the movements from your hips to stimulate your clit. his thumb moved in deft circles to rub against the sensitive nub, effectively transforming you into a moaning, crumbling mess.
“toji, mmm,” you attempted to cry through the fabric of your panties, but the only sound that made it through was your pitiful moan. the way in which he was so big that even the tiniest of movements brushed against your sweet spot, launching you into a pool of unadulterated bliss, spurred by the nimble movements of his thumb against your clit.
the tells of your approaching orgasm hit you; how the warmth spread through your body, how your extremities threatened to go numb. it was the latter that seized you, rendering you to a immobile mess as you collapsed upon him. toji took over without hesitation, determined to push you over the precipice of your climax.
he elevated your hips, planting his feet firmly upon the ground as he used the leverage to thrust into you. his hips slammed into yours mercilessly, splitting you open without a second thought. your fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you hung over him limply, barely able to hold yourself up. your breasts pressed against his chest, sliding with the presence of sweat that had begun to bead due to the heat your bodies created.
with your moans stifled against your damp panties, toji didn’t hesitate to toy with you more. he sat up slightly, his lips latching onto your tits, suckling on the sensitive buds. the stimulation was almost too much, from his dick kissing perfectly upon your g-spot as you dragged your hips back and forth on him, how your clit caught traction upon his lower abdomen, how tongue swirled around your nipple. but his thrusts, the relentless pounding into your dripping cunt, that was what drove you wild.
“harder, harder, daddy!” you screamed into the fabric. despite the barrier, toji understood your ministrations, his hips picking up speed as his heavy balls slapped against your ass. with the overwhelming sensations that surrounded you like a warm, hazy embrace, you were on the edge of an orgasm in no time.
“daddy,” you whimpered through your panties. toji’s eyes shot up to your face, desperately searching yours as he jerked his head up to tear the panties from your mouth with his teeth. “i’m cumming!”
your statement echoed throughout the tent, throughout the clearing, no doubt hurtling into the ears of your friends as your back arched involuntarily, pressing against his knees. the blanket flew off of your frame, but it was no matter; the familiar warmth of an orgasm enveloped you for the second time that night, coming apart on the man’s cock.
walls convulsed sporadically upon his length, drawing animalistic groans from his mouth as he lifted you up forcefully, scrambling to flip you over and fuck into you from above. his mouth crashed into yours, kissing you hungrily once again before pulling back to drink in your dazed expression.
“god, fuck, you’re milking my cock, darlin’,” he groaned against you as his balls slapped against your ass. he hooked his hands into the crook of your knees, folding your legs against your chest. “want me to cum in you, babe?”
you couldn’t answer, not when the heat that exploded between you was spreading through every inch of your body, not when his cock was filling you so perfectly, not when you were completely unraveling, feeling every inch of his body upon yours.
“so fuckin’ tight,” he growled, tearing through your pulsating walls as he pounded his hips into yours. “you’re so perfect, y/n.”
“‘m yours,” you managed to moan, “c-cum in me, daddy.”
“that’s my girl,” he growled, spilling into you instantly at the permission that you gave him. the warmth that filled you while the ropes of cum pumped into you was so divine, so marvelous as his arms wrapped around you to pull you impossibly closer. together, the two of you rode out your highs, vocalizing without shame your pleasure, without a second thought of your friends right next to you.
“holy fuck,” was all that toji could utter as he shot one last rope of cum into you. you gave one last whimper before going limp with exhaustion in his arms. his enormous girth remained in you, however, your frame impaled by the man’s length. he hugged you tighter, enveloping you into the heavenly warmth of his body heat - the very thing that drew you in in the first place.
“say, you wouldn’t mind being megumi’s stepmom, right?” he joked after a few moments, straightening up to arrange the pallet. cum spilled out of your entrance at his cock pulling out of your cunt. you winced at the empty feeling. toji quickly grabbed a discarded t-shirt to wipe up the mess, tossing it carelessly to the side.
you laughed at the prospect, rolling onto your side. “yeah, i would actually,” you shot back, sitting up as he folded the sleeping bag into its prescribed position, “that’s just weird, toji.”
“well, just a thought.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, settling in next to you before zipping the gigantic bedroll shut. he enveloped you in his arms, warmth covering you once again.
“thanks, toji,” you murmured, pressing your back into his chest reluctantly. he took the contact generously, relishing in the opportunity to wrap you further in his arms, the heat of his body reaching every inch of your chilled bones. your shivering stopped the moment his body fit against yours like a puzzle piece.
“gotta think of an excuse to tell your friends,” he reminded you after a few more moments of silence, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you laughed at his sentiment, knowing that it was an important one to ponder.
“think it’s something we can easily come up with,” you said, nudging his chest with your elbow. “after all, i did have a lot of reasons for not being able to sleep tonight.”
“i guess you’re right,” he muttered, fingers trailing idly down your arm. “sleep well, baby.”
he reached his arm around your frame, a hand cupping your chin, exposing the rough skin of his palm to you. you kissed the scars, each puckered inch brushing against your lips. “goodnight toji… i mean daddy.”
the laugh against your skin was barely palpable, but it still ghosted against you as sleep began to claim you. your body gave in easily, now warm, content, and satisfied. together, the forbidden couple that you made tumbled into the dreamland of sleep, out under the stars.
CAN I GOT SOME TOJI SMUT I WANT HIM TO DICK ME LIKE HOW HE CARRIES THAT WORM ON HIS SHOULDERS
oh toji smut? don't mind if i dooo
!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!
wc: 4k-ish
cw: smut, breeding kink, size kink, choking, gagging, rough s*x, creampie, some angst, impregnation (bc it's toji lmao), daddy as a nickname, predator/prey dynamics, biting, marking, maybe slightly dub/con, wax play
A/N's: this is based off of It Will Come Back by Hozier (god tier song), so the lyrics are posted throughout tehe. Why does it remind me of Toji? No clue, but have fun be safe out there
crossposted on Ao3 pls go check it out there hehe
accepting requests <3
You know better, babe. You know better, babe.
You’re cooking dinner. You’d normally make something simple, something small, but you’re getting a feeling that your visitor will be back tonight. It’s still a mystery to you how you always manage to get this gut feeling when he’s going to show up again, as sporadic as it might be when he does. He’s a drifter at heart—he won’t stick around in one place for long. .
Swaying in the kitchen, humming along to some slow, bluesy song you’ve been listening to lately, making something fit for two, you know that you need to send him away this time. It’s not good for either of you, this strange relationship that you’ve developed over the past few months. He’s inconsistent, confusing, doesn’t stick around for more than a night.
Gone before sunrise, and you’re alone with the emptiness that he leaves inside you once again. Always.
While you know that you need to send him away this time, you also know that you probably won’t.
He warned you the first time that you met, didn’t he?
The mountainous man with jet-black hair framing devious, emerald eyes. The scar that extends from his chin above his upper lip, the smile he gives that curves it and makes him look even more devious.
“Honey, don’t be kind to me. You’ll never get rid of me like that.”
You were kind to him, and he was right, you shouldn’t have been. You’ve got the soul of someone that likes to take in strays.
You’re kind, careful, patient, even with men as terrible as Toji, which is the reason that he shows up at your doorstep every few weeks like this, expecting love, care, compassion.
It’s the reason that you give him love, care, and compassion, even when you know that the relationship is parasitic at best.
You know better, babe. You know better, babe, than to talk to it, talk to it like that.
There’s a storm coming somewhere in the distance. The thunder rumbles, as you’re sipping some tea.
You’re a tea kind of person, coffee’s too strong. The kind of person that doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t laugh too loud, or seek attention in a crowd.
You’ve only one vice, and he’s as tall, as strong as a mountain, does unsavory things during the daytime that you don’t dare ask about when he finds his way into your home at night.
One vice, and it’s about the time of month that he’s going to appear, like the dark, roiling clouds in the distance.
There’s a knock at the door, only one, and you take a heaving sigh, a shaking sip of your tea, before gracefully stepping over to open it.
Don’t let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to it. Honey, don’t feed it— it will come back.
The rain has come, and so has he, and tonight is the last time that you’ll let him in. You can’t let him in anymore. One vice, and you’re going to purge it from your system, beckon it not to pester your thoughts any longer.
“Hey, honey,” he says, and his voice slips down your spine like molasses, low and smooth.
And you’ve got a soul that likes to take in strays, so something tugs at your heartstrings when you see that he’s a little wet from the rain, that there appears to be some blood on his shirt.
A little more disheveled as usual, just as devious as usual. You need to send him away now, before he’s gotten his hooks beneath your skin again, but you can’t, and you won’t.
“It’s about that time of month again, hm?” You ask, turning your back to him. Coy, aloof, you’re trying your best to seem uninterested.
He’ll only run again as soon as he’s through with you. He always does, he always will.
He chuckles warmly, following you into your home. It’s cozy here—warm, comfortable, with candles all around that you burn throughout the daytime and long into the night when he arrives.
Everything smells like cinnamon and warmth, and Toji smells like cigarettes and blood. Maybe it’s the reason that he likes to gift himself with your presence ever so often.
He watches the sway of your hips, as you walk into the kitchen, where there’s dinner made for the both of you.
It’s tradition at this point that despite your best interests, you’ll show him love, care, compassion.
He looks at you like a prime cut of meat, and you look at him like a broken creature that you want to mend. A broken creature that won’t ever let you finish the job. He’ll leave before sunrise, still broken, but a little better off than when he arrived.
Don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul. Honey, make this easy.
“I missed you,” he murmurs, taking some of the food that you’ve made for him. His cunning, emerald eyes meet your warm, doe eyes, and you know that you’ve let a predator into your home once again.
It’s the last time.
“Really?” You reply, disbelievingly, “c’mon, we aren’t animals. Let’s eat sitting down, Toji.”
“Thought you liked it standing up.”
He gives you a mischievous grin, and your cheeks want to flush, but you’re tired of the cat and mouse game that you’ve been playing with him for these months, so you just give him a baseless glare, and head off towards your kitchen table.
He does follow, because he’s well trained to mind himself when he’s here, even though you’re sure he knows he doesn’t have to.
He could be the animal that he normally is, rude and off-putting to you, and you’d still invite him back into your warmth next month, so long as he looked a little tired when he arrived.
He sits across from you, staring at you more than he should. His emerald eyes take in your form, as soft and curvy as he remembers you.
You’re the warmth of a hearth on the coldest day of winter, and he’s nothing more than a bum who dares to sit before you as often as he can. So, he eats your food, he eyes you, and knows that there’s something wrong with you tonight.
Honey, don’t feed it. It will come back.
“I can’t see you anymore, Toji,” you say, staring away from him at a little candle that burns in the center of your meager dining table.
You like to keep most of the lights off in your home. Letting warm, ambient lighting in exclusively. You stare into the flame, swearing that it flickers harder when the mountainous, scarred man before you raises an eyebrow in your direction.
“Thought I warned ya,” he says, brushing it aside as he finishes, “let me in once, I’ll always come back.”
He licks his lips once in your direction, and you take a sip of your tea. Always tea, never coffee. You don’t like harsh things, don’t like facing harsh realities.
“I won’t let you anymore,” you say, sitting tall in your rickety chair, and thunder rumbles in the distance, drawing closer with every breath you take.
Toji’s eyes grow thinner, as his smirk widens, “I’m afraid I won’t give you a choice.”
“I don’t doubt that,” you reply.
The room feels smaller than it did before now that he’s entered it. He takes up so much space in the room, so much space in your mind. It’s all unhealthy, harsh, bitter.
“What? You don’t like me anymore?” He asks, leaning forward in your direction.
He can nearly touch you, even from across the table. He takes up so much space here—it’s already small enough.
You give him a downcast look, “I like you plenty, Toji. I just know you won’t stick around, and I’m tired of waiting on you.”
With those words, you stand, wanting to escape his gaze before you lose the nerve. It’s raining outside now—a torrential downpour that’ll last all night at this rate.
You pick up your plate, and then his, as his fingers wrap around your wrist, forcing your gaze to meet his again, try as you might to avoid it.
“Why d’you keep letting me in?” He asks, and he seems genuine for once.
You give him a small, sad smile, “I’ve got a bleeding heart for wounded animals, and there’s no animal as wounded as you, babe.”
You know better, babe. You know better, babe, than to smile at me, smile at me like that.
He chuckles softly, before releasing your delicate wrist. He’s always careful with you, sees and appreciates how breakable you are. Fragile and warm, gentle and kind, it’s everything that he loves about you.
And if there was a woman that Toji could love now, it’d be you.
He follows you into your kitchen. It’s cramped, filled with your things, and you like it that way. You like cozy, comfortable.
You’ve only got one vice, and he’s wrapping his big arms around your waist as you wash dishes. He’s kissing your shoulder, and then your neck, slowly, easily, fluidly.
“What’d I just tell you?” You chastise him weakly, but he doesn’t let go of you.
“Somethin’ I’m not gonna listen to,” he answers easily, kissing your neck again.
You know better, babe, than to hold me just, hold me just like that.
I know who I am when I’m alone.
I’m somethin’ else when I see you.
“I’m not sleeping with you again,” you murmur, and Toji would certainly disagree based on the goosebumps that he can see prickling at the back of your neck, spreading across your shoulders.
His hand snakes underneath your shirt. His fingers are rough and calloused against the silky planes of your stomach. The pads of his fingers skim over your ribs, like he wants to count each of them.
“Stop that,” you huff, wriggling out of his grasp. You’re finished washing up now, so you turn to move past him, only for Toji to impetuously block your way.
It’s hard to meet his gaze when it’s downcast in your direction that way. Emerald eyes, devilish more than they’ve ever been kind, framed by beautiful, raven lashes. Scarred and mangled, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever known.
It certainly isn’t pity that you feel for Toji, the gnarled creature that he is, it’s the purest expression of love that you can manage.
Care, a will to try and care for him, even though you’re certain that you’ll never get through to him in any way that counts.
And he’s growing impatient, irritated with you tonight, because you’re Toji’s oasis. You and your warmth and your swaying hips are the reason that he keeps going, killing.
He’s moving through life, always in one, singular direction. His compass points to home, it points to you, and you’re trying to throw him out tonight.
You don’t understand. You should never know how easy you are to need.
Toji doesn’t know how other people express their emotions, but his tend to come out in one way, and one way only.
He braces a big hand on either side of your much smaller frame on your kitchen counter, leaning over you threateningly. The lights flicker, thunder rumbles, and for the first time since you’ve known the monster that graces your doorway every month, you feel slightly, slightly afraid of him.
“I’m serious,” you murmur up at him, and all he can think about is how pretty your doe eyes look when they’re staring up at him like that through your eyelashes.
“No, you’re not,” he replies, never breaking his glare, “you love me.”
“I don’t.”
Thunder rumbles, lightning strikes somewhere nearby, the lights flicker again. God’s angry at you, angry at you for lying through your teeth. And the house has always been small, but it’s smaller than ever.
Your breaths mingle with Toji’s, he’s leaned down too closely, he’s so much larger than you, hardly fits in a place like this.
Hardly fits inside you, but he knows that he’ll make it fit, just like he always does.
Because Toji doesn’t know how to express his emotions, and you’re giving him some fucking bad ones tonight.
His eyes scan your face over and over, flickering between your plush lips and wide eyes, drinking in your expression, scared as it might be.
“It’s alright,” he coos, but you sense that it’s disingenuous, “I’ll take care of ya.”
“What—”
“Cause I love you, too.”
Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me. Jesus Christ —don’t be kind to me.
Honey, don’t feed me, I will come back.
He’s lifting you up, and you’re wrapping your legs around his hips with a squeak of protest.
You weigh nothing to Toji, light as a feather, his muscles hardly flex when he grabs you, and you’re draping your arms over his shoulders. You sit back on his forearms, glaring at him.
“Put me down— Toji! I’m serious—” you try to sound demanding, but you’re stepping through the bedroom doorway before you get the chance.
There’s a devious, devilish smirk on Toji’s scarred lips, and his cock’s already starting to ache against his thigh.
He needs somewhere to bury it, somewhere to plant his seed and keep it there, watch it grow into something new.
There’s something about Toji—his feelings are a mystery to everyone, not barring himself. But there’s one thing that he feels, he always feels it, even when he shouldn’t.
It’s primal, urgent, always calling his name, and you’re here tonight—the subject of his one and only real feeling.
He’s going to breed you. Tonight, just like this.
Your back hits the softness of your mattress, as you stare up at him in the low, warm lighting. He looks larger than ever, more intimidating than ever, and you were a goddamned fool to think that this would ever pan out in any other way.
He takes what he wants from you, and he wouldn’t keep showing up here if he didn’t want you.
More than a want, he needs you.
It can’t be unlearned—I’ve known the warmth of your doorways.
Through the cold, I’ll find my way back to you.
Right now he needs your clothes off, and thunder rumbles again—right on top of you. It’s above your house, above your head, inside the room with you. The storm is raging inside of you and all around you, and you’re as damned as ever when you sit up on your knees, letting him slide your silk, night dress over your head.
You’re naked, bared to him and god above, prepared for what comes next, and he’s just glaring, albeit salaciously.
A terrified squeak erupts from you as his hand clasps around your throat suddenly, forcing your chin up to look at him.
“Tell me you love me back,” he demands, cold and cruel.
You’ve never seen him like this before—he’s given you all the softness left in him over the past few months. You’ve drained him dry, and now you’re getting him in his actuality.
Lightning strikes, the lights flicker for longer than ever.
“I love you,” you tell him, and it’s the truth.
Tears threaten to well and spill down your cheeks, but he wipes them away with a calloused thumb before they get the chance to betray your absolute honesty.
Lightning strikes, and Toji kisses you.
You feel the scar on his lip, as he crawls overtop of you, too large for such a bed as this. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, as he slots himself between your parted legs, skimming a hand down the smoothness of your thigh, dipping lower and lower until he feels the wetness between your thighs.
How could you ever throw him out?
You couldn’t, not when he bites down on the side of your neck and plunges two fingers into the slippery wetness of your cunt, and he pumps them in the way that makes your toes curl, legs shake and quiver.
“Should’a never let me in here,” he chuckles maliciously against the side of your throat, lifting himself up so that you can watch his thick, rough fingers disappearing in and out of your pussy.
“You'll never get rid of me now, honey. Never,” he bites your chest, leaving a mark, “ever,” he bites the side of your breast, another bruise, “ever.”
The storm has filled the room around you, and the lights go out entirely, leaving you with nothing but candlelight to illuminate the rough planes of his face, the emerald tinged hurricane beneath his dark lashes. Your toes curl, fingernails dig into his back, and you’re gushing around his fingers whether you protest it or not.
“That’s it,” he purrs, marking your other tit with a circle that matches his sharp teeth, “cum for me— fuckin’ cum on daddy’s fingers.”
Daddy. He’s never called himself that before, and it startles you in the throes of your orgasm, but you’re too weightless, boneless from the sparks of electricity igniting your skin to stop him—there’s no stopping him anyway. He’s an immovable object, a boulder in your path that you’ll never push past.
And he’s grabbing a candle off your bedside table, as you’re sated, staring up at him with parted lips and panting breaths, cheeks hot and flushed.
“You scared?” He asks, and he knows the answer, as he tips the little candle over, letting some of the hot wax drip onto your bare stomach.
It’s hot, and you hiss, starting to move away from him before his hand meets your shoulder, pressing you down into the mattress while you get used to the molten hot, unfamiliar feeling that he’s giving you.
One less candle, and it’s getting darker in here. Now you can see his glowing gaze more so than anything else.
But you can’t focus on your lack of sight—your mind is preoccupied with the feeling of hot wax dripping onto you, a perfect line from between your hips, extending all the way to the center of your rib cage.
Between your breasts, over your right one, then your left. The wax hits your sensitive, hard nipple, and you gasp—an attempt to writhe away from the sensation, but you don’t want it to stop.
There are goosebumps covering your skin all over, but you’re far from cold.
“Gonna paint ya,” he chuckles darkly, watching the red wax drip across your soft skin, “before I breed ya.”
“What—” you hiss, but he’s taking another, and he’s covering the wax on your nipples again, and you’re moaning confusedly at the temperature change on your skin.
Every drip, drop, drip of wax onto your body tingles, burns a bit, but then it feels good. And you’re wet, and you want to cum again.
Two candles out, thunder crashes closely, and it’s almost entirely dark as Toji ducks his head down between your thighs. He’s kissing your pussy, but you can’t feel the scar on his lip anymore.
Your arching, as still-hot wax drips off your body onto the sheets, ruining and staining them. You don’t care—you don’t care about anything other than the messy, wet kisses he’s giving your sex. Teasing you while you’re still sensitive, before he starts the rhythm against your clit that he knows makes you cum hard.
Your fingers find his hair, even in the darkness, and he really does love you. You can tell every time he comes back here and remembers just how to make you cum just right.
“Toji—Toji— Toji,” you cry out his name into the darkness like a prayer, listening to the rain and the sound of his rough groans against your sex.
Another candle blows out, and the storm rages like it’s going to take the walls down with it. You wouldn’t care—your orgasm is ripping through your body like it’s going to tear you in half.
Toes curl, fingernails dig into his scalp, Toji moans against your clit, and your spine arches as you cry out his name, letting the storm envelop you in pure lightning.
He rides you through it, cooing against your pussy like he loves it, before slipping up between your thighs. He’s shirtless, he’s naked, he’s pressing his hard, uncovered cock against your entrance, and you’re lost in the sensation of absolutely nothing but heat.
You’re on fire, and you want to burn.
Hot wax covers your body, and he covers your body, and the weight of his cock is slipping through your entrance, though it’s a fucking stretch.
“That’s it,” he growls against your lips, “take it— take daddy’s fuckin’ cock.”
“C-Condom— Toji—“ you manage to squeak out, but it’s useless, absolutely futile on a night like this.
You can’t see it in the darkness, but the smile he gives you is pure, undiluted evil. No, he’s waited plenty long enough to do this with you.
He’s fought his own primal, instinctual urges every other time he’s fucked you, but there’s a storm tonight outside, another inside him, and he’s going to fuck a baby into your cunt.
He pushes further, and you’re trying to suck him in—the girth and length of him is always, always too much for your pussy. In every sense of the word, Toji is mountainous.
“Not tonight, honey,” he comforts you, brushing your hair away from your face, “not tonight—hnng—I’m fuckin’ a baby into you. Wouldn’t ya like that?”
Your wide eyes meet his narrowed ones, and you’re sure that this man is a creature entirely separate from the one you’ve had every other month. Tonight, he’s in his true form, he’s the fucking monster that he’s pretended not to be every other time he’s been graced with your soft, smooth presence.
“Yes,” you hiss, rocked by the movement of his hips, as he makes it halfway, staring down at your face like he’s struggling not to lost what’s left of his control and brutalize you. He twitches inside you at your yes, and there’s no more holding back for him.
Not if you—
“Want—Want you to fuck a baby into me—” you moan out, lost in pleasure, in your own storm.
It’s not so different than Toji’s.
And Toji almost fucking cums inside you right there, stilling entirely as he bottoms out. He takes a shallow, shaking breath, before cementing a hand to the top of your wooden headboard so that he doesn’t hurt you.
He wants to hurt you, and he wants to breed you, mark you as his own so that every other fucking man that looks at you knows exactly who you belong to.
Oh, please, give me mercy no more.
It’s a kindness you can’t afford.
He’s going to do it, and you’re going to let him. He moves inside you brutally, rocking the bed with every slam of his hips against yours.
You’re crying out to him, to God, tears streaming down your face, as you’re well aware that Toji’s fucking ruining your pussy. The hot wax on your chest is transferring over to his, and the heat of your combined bodies moving keeps it from ever drying fully.
It’s hot and frenzied, you’re moaning perfectly beneath him. His hands find their way to the backs of your knees, slamming them down against the mattress as he puts you into the mating press that you’re meant to be in when you’re bred by a beast like him.
“You’re gonna make me a fuckin’ daddy,” he growls to you between thrusts, voice lower and huskier and more strained than you’ve ever heard it before.
“You’re gonna take every fuckin’ drop I give you—all fuckin’ night—gonna’ let me get you pregnant, fill you up with my fuckin’ kids and then raise ‘em for me, aren’t you?”
The headboard slams against the wall behind you, and you cry from pleasure alone. The lights aren’t coming back on, and you want to be lost in the darkness of him, with him.
Thunder rolls and crashes—you’re sure the sky is going to open up at any second and swallow you whole—that lightning will come through the roof and strike you both dead.
God’s angry with you. He’s angry that you’re doing precisely what you were always meant to do.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you scream out, as he bites down on your throat again.
His sweat mingles with yours, and your hips ache from the severe angle that he’s fucking you in, but you know that he’s more a beast than a man right now, that any resistance against him would only prove fatal for you, so you stay like that. With your legs hiked up over his shoulders, as you claw into him, into anything you can use to hang on for dear life.
He’s going to give you life, and you’re going to let him.
“If it doesn’t take,” he bites you again between his words, “I’ll just be back to fill your cunt up—again,” he punctuates his words with hard thrusts, “again,” another, “and again.”
He shoves his rough fingers into your mouth, gripping your tongue with them while you whimper uselessly and cum involuntarily around his thick cock. You can’t see anything at all except for his eyes, but you know that he can see you.
Any predator can see better in the dark than its prey.
I warn you, baby, each night as sure as you’re born.
You’ll hear me howling outside your door.
You’re convulsing, sucking his fingers until you gag, and he slips them from between your lips. He replaces them with his lips, scarred as they are, as you run your feeble hands up and down his chest.
You feel the scars, the dips and valleys that wouldn’t be there if he were a normal man, and you want his babies to come out just as gnarled as he is.
You want to give him strong fucking babies, so you clench your cunt around his cock as tight as you can. He groans at feeling of you tightening just for him, fucking faster, harder , faster. The headboard might break, your bed might break, and you don’t fucking care.
You want Toji to fuck you full of his babies, and you don’t care about anything else. He moans against the shell of your ear, melding his body so tightly with yours that you aren’t sure where you begin and end, which parts of you are your own, and which are his.
Don’t you hear me howling babe?
“Cum in me—” you’re begging him, locking your legs as tightly as you can, “cum in me— please, Toji—please—”
The sound that he emits is much more a growl than a moan, much more beast than man, as his nails claw into the plump skin of your thighs and draw blood.
“You want my fuckin’ babies—yeah, ya’ fuckin’ do,” he holds you entirely still, planting you to the mattress as he groans and cums inside your cunt, as deep as he can possibly bury himself inside you, “fuckin’ take it— fuckin’ take ‘em— fuck.”
You know what would be funny?Someone mistaking toji for the reader’s dad instead of their boyfriend/husband
Oh my god💀💀
Cw: fem reader, bars, drinking, toji getting called your dad pretty much, some lewd language (on tojis part per usual)
Spending Friday evenings in a red rubber booth at Toji's favorite bar became routine soon after you began dating him, the atmosphere of the flaxen lit canteen was still new to you — still shy of the burly men that rode in on Harleys and shared rough hugs with one another before throwing back beers over a loud laugh.
Toji made it obvious you were off limits since the first time he had brought you to the beer-fragranced pup; keeping his arm thrown over your shoulder while the other held onto a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Men who frequented the bar quickly made notice that you were Toji's and welcomed you as a part of their family. Always making an effort at waving at you when the two of you would make your way through the wooden barn doors.
The men respected Toji there, meaning they respected you – always going out their way to compliment you just to see you happy – even the bartender had passed you a few shots when Toji wasn't looking.
You were dressed in one of Toji's hoodies, sleeve covered hands wrapped around the milkshake Toji had ordered for you — you remembered to ask the waitress for two cherries; Toji had a habit of stealing them, proven true by the red stem that hung over the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth.
You smile to yourself bashfully when a group of men walk by and Toji's arm on your shoulder pushes you more into his side.
The light above the booth flickers in a warm amber hue and you squeeze yourself closer into Toji's side, bringing the milkshake to your lips as a man you hadn't seen before walked past your table.
Toji hadn't seen him, eyes locked on the TV as the football game played out across the screen. As the man made his way passed your booth his eyes met yours, sending you wink before taking a seat at the bar.
Immediately youre thrown off, eyebrow lifting in confusion as you sip on your milkshake. Didn't he see Toji? Much less, didn't he realize the two of you were together? With you nearly sitting in Toji's lap and his arm thrown over your shoulders, you thought it was pretty obvious Toji was your boyfriend.
Toji still hadn't seemed to notice the younger man, eyes still glued to the TV screen hung over the bar. You nuzzled yourself closer into his chest, prompting him to squeeze your shoulder softly before running his hand up and down the length of your sleeved arm, taking a swig of his beer with the other.
The night slowly went on – you, not having much interest in the game on TV, had settled for playing on your phone, occasionally pressing a kiss to Toji's cheek as you sipped on your milkshake.
Toji had moved you to sit in his lap sometime during the half-time show, hand wrapped around your waist and squeezing at your thighs appreciatively as you played on your phone.
Once the game was over, the bar began to settle down, more of the regular stool-bar drinkers had migrated to the back of the room to play pool or kick back against the jukebox.
Toji had just finished his beer, grabbing his keys from his pocket when the younger man from earlier made his way over to you booth. Your eyes shifted from each side of the room, hoping he'd change his direction or go back to the bar – realizing he wasn't planning on going anywhere else but your booth, you settled into Toji's lap.
The man made his way to the table, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather vest and lips pulled back in a smile he spoke up, "Hey there," he spoke to you directly.
Toji looked up from his phone to the man, eyeing him up and down before arching a brow at him, "you need somethin', chump?"
The man only laughed, obviously unaware of the status of your relationship, "yeah, I was just wondering if I could get this pretty lil' thing's number; take her out somewhere for dinner sometime." The interaction caused multiple men at the bar to turn and watch – small chuckles and giggles were spread throughout the on watching men, amused at the man's obviousness to the amount of danger he'd just put himself in.
"Are you pullin' my nuts right now?" Toji scoffed, arm tightening around your waist.
"No...?" The man's expression pulled into one of visible confusion at Toji's spit, after a second of silence, the man scoffed again, shoulders falling into a light chuckle before sticking his hand out towards you.
"Name's Jack, what's yours darlin?"
Toji smacked his hand away, "She's not interested," his voice was blunt as he turned his head. You could tell he was trying to hold himself back from making a scene, his body tense beneath yours as you held to him.
"look man, I get she's your daughter an'all, but geez," oh that did it.
your eyes widened immediately, hand covering your mouth in a stifled laugh as Toji's head whipped around. Silver eyes bore into the much younger one's, taking a hesitant step back from your table.
"She's not my kid," the air was so tense you were afraid to move in fear of upsetting your boyfriend. Jack only stared, features written in visible confusion before his eyes widened in realization.
"Oh...o-oh! I'm sorry about that, I had no idea!" He quickly scrambled off with a hand rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. The men who'd been watching the interaction take place broke out into a fit of sheepish giggles as the man hurried off, shoulders bouncing with their laughs.
Egged on by the obvious awkwardness of the situation, you broke out into a fit of giggles, burying your face into Toji's chest as he sighed.
"Its not that funny, brat."
Pressing yourself up from his chest, you wiped at the corner of your eyes before nodding your head in agreement, "it kinda was," your voice broke into another laugh.
Toji ran a hand over the length of his jaw, lips parting into a light smile at your laughs before he chuckled lightly through a scoff, "Jesus Christ."
So I was wondering if you could write a toji fic where he's super sensitive. Like you give him lil kitten licks while giving him head and he gets a lil noisy, moaning and such.
Also I am in love with your work. Keep it up! I look forward to your next work.
No but overstimulating Toji ti'll he's sensitive and whining is soooo >>>> oh my goodddd
Cw: nsfw 18+ minors dni, blowjobzzz, toji being old, overstimulation (on tojis end)
Precum drools at his tip as he moans, throwing his head back against the leather of the couch cushions; he'd came four times in the past hour – cock now red and swollen as you brought your hand to squeeze at the base of his girth.
His mouth hangs open, plush lips panting in a heavy moan as you gently roll his balls between your small fingers.
"Jesus–" his breath hitches; skin hot and bangs sticking to the sweat of his brow when you run your tongue over his slit. "Holy shit, kid – slow dow– oh," strained voice cracks with a moan, head rolling back and silver eyes falling shut.
You look up at him through your lashes, watching the hull of his chest rise and fall in hot pants. Running the pad of your thumb up his length, you press a soft kiss to his tip, earning a jolt from the larger man.
He's whining from above you as you pull the head of his cock into your mouth with a hum, stroking the girth attentively when he brings a large hand up to try and push your head away.
"T'much, t'much–" he's chanting, the sensitivity's too much – legs trembling and balls tightening as his length slips past your lips to tap at the back of your throat, "m'gonna cum, oh fuck, m'gonna cum–"
The hot of his seed shoots back against your throat, coaxing you to swallow around him with a moan. Toji's thighs shake at the sensation, small trembles running up and down his arms, large hands grabbing at the cushions of the couch when you finally release him.
pushing yourself up from his lap you fell back against the cushions next to him, running your hand up and down his arm gently, skin still quivering as he pants breathlessly.
Toji brings his hands up to run down his face with a groan, hoarse voice falling into a light chuckle before dropping his arms and turning his head to look at you.
"Wanna go again?" you tease and his silver eyes widen as he inhales deeply, blowing a puff of air out his cheeks as he stretches.
"Sweetie, ya'gotta give me break," he chuckles, voice catching in his throat with a sigh. He's still panting lightly when you pull yourself into his lap, large hands falling almost instinctively to hold you as you rest your cheek against his chest, "Jesus, you're gonna give this old man a heart attack."
I have finally gathered the balls to send a request-
This my first time doing this and I'm so sorry if I'm awkward and doing this wrong help
AhEmmmMmMm anyways may I request the "Are you jealous? <(￣︶￣)>" Fluff with Diluc and/or xiao!! (If you don’t mind and if you’re not busy ofc)
Tysmm!! Have a wonderful day 💗💗
Slimed
Diluc x AFAB!GN!Reader / Xiao x GN!Reader
Summary: You start collecting little nice slimes from your adventures, you can't help it, they're just too cute to be left behind in the wild all alone and sad. Anyway, your boyfriend starts to become jealous when you take care of your little army of slimes instead of him :(
Prompt: "Are you jealous? <(￣︶￣)>"
(I'll give this a little warning and say that in this, Diluc is a simp for reader's mommy milkers, that's why it's AFAB reader. So just a smidge of horny juice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
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Diluc
The first night, Diluc found it so cute coming home to you sleeping on your shared bed, two slimes enjoying the warmth of your body, a hydro slime resting on your tummy, and a pyro slime nuzzling your cheek.
He did bring up the fact that the pyro one can burn you, but...
"Oh, Diluc. Burny here would never do that." You raised the little pyro slime up to his face, the blob looking at him all confused. "He's my little baby~" Then, you brought the little slime to your chest, your lover visibly perplexed that the slime's expression immediately turned happy from confusion.
The second night, there was three more slimes, which the red-haired man assumed to be triplets, since they were all geo slimes sleeping stacked up together just above your head.
And things happen, so now, there was a freaking mommy anemo slime sheltering her two babies with her wings. Andddd... They're sleeping on his side of the bed.
That same night though, you weren't asleep, you were singing a quiet song to your pets, watching as they all swayed side to side in perfect sync.
You hear a cough from behind you.
Following the sound, you see Diluc!
Awww, you were just thinking that Diluc would absolutely love seeing that you just thought the Slimies, that's what you started calling them, how to dance.
"'Luc, you're home! I wanted to show you something important!" You jumped off the bed, almost tripping at the process, before jumping into the arms of your lover.
Does Diluc want to be mad at you for letting slimes invade the bed? Yes.
Is he mad at you for letting slimes invade the bed? Hell no.
He loves you a little too much to be mad at you for having such a big, soft heart.
I mean, you took home an anemo slime and her children because when you looked at their eyes for the first time, you knew they needed help, and you would die of guilt if you just left them their in the wild.
Diluc especially isn't gonna be mad at you after you just pulled him a chair, presented the "Slimies" on the bed in front of him, sung in your beautiful voice whilst the slimes dance to the soft melodies.
"What do you think? Isn't it great?" You asked ever so enthusiastically, even clapping for your little slimes.
"Of course it was, darling. You don't sing very often, but when you do..." Diluc had stood up from his chair, walking closer to you before sitting next to you on the bed. He had gently took your hand in his. "It's the best." With that, he kissed the back of your hand.
The red haired man did love seeing the slight tint of pink on your cheeks.
"But, uhhh.... Where are we gonna sleep?"
So that was the fifth night, the slimes took one side of the bed.
Diluc laid on his back on the other, you on your stomach on top of him, hugging his form as you slept peacefully. It was a pretty cold night, he would be lying that he didn't love the feeling of your body against his.
"No naughty touchies, Diluc! The babies might wake up and see us!"
On the seventh day, you asked the Winery's staffs' help in creating a small bed that's big enough for the mommy anemo slime and her babies to sleep in beside your own bed.
Now you have both sides of the bed back to normal... sort of.
Diluc knows that look, that look on the pyro slime's small face as it was squished between your breasts.
The look of utter superiority.
Great, he can't touch you in that spot, because "the slimes will see" but it's okay for that little bugger to just squeeze his way between those pretty mounds?
That's unfair.
"Diluc! Burny would never do such a thing! He's the sweetest little angel in the world." You had scolded him when he told you about that.
You had taken your three little geos for a walk in the city and manage to find yourself in Angel's Share to visit your favorite person in the whole wide world.
Surprisingly, it was pretty empty, just a few people upstairs drinking with their buddies.
Diluc's eyes landed on the three blobs that you held to you upper body, his lips tightening at the sight of the geos nuzzling your soft chest.
Great, not them too.
Your tiny gasp brings his attention back to your face. "Diluc..."
You smiled teasingly at him.
"Are you jealous?" His face and ears instantly heat up, your expression was just like: <(￣︶￣)>
"N-No... It's not like I'm mad that they get to be so close to you and I can't----" The red haired man cursed himself, not realizing what he just said. It made you giggle.
You gently placed the geo triplets on the bar counter, going around so that you could enter behind the counter where he is.
"Come here, you big teddy bear." You wrapped your arms around him, his figure stammering down a little so his head rested on your chest.
"How does that feel?" Despite Diluc's distaste for affection in public, he admits that he probably wouldn't pull away even if a costumer walks through the door.
"Good..." His voice was muffled from being buried on your covered skin.
You both hear the front door of Angel's Share open.
"Uhh... Is this a bad time?" Both your face were red as Diluc's hair as the Cavalry Captain's voice comes from the doorway.
Xiao
"Xiao..."
From the balcony of Wangshu Inn, he heard your whisper being carried by the wind.
Though you didn't seem distressed, Xiao felt worry run through him as he uses his power to look for you.
The situation is... a little less worrying than he thought.
"Can you help me get these little guys back to the Inn?" You had gestured downwards, directing his eyes to the big geo slime hiding behind your legs, with three other smaller slimes hiding behind the big slime.
The Yaksha had looked at you all confused. "Why?"
You frowned at him, putting your hands on your hips sternly. "Look at their eyes, Xiao. This geo slime family needs our help!"
From closer inspections, he definitely saw a few rough spikes and gashes on the mother slime, its facial expressions sad and begging, looking at you all hopeful.
Xiao looked back at your face...
Oh no, you had that puppy dog eyes again. You know he can't resist that.
And now you're both here, your delicate hands working on "healing" the mother slime's scars.
You did read somewhere that in the wild, geo slimes uses soil to patch up their wounds, rolling in a big pile of dirt to cover up scars.
"She must've been unable to do that because she just gave birth to these adowable triplets." You pat the heads of the three geo babies snuggly wrapped with your blanket.
You and the big geo slime are on the floor. "Don't worry, ma'am. We'll heal those wounds in no time." You bring out the bucket of dirt that Xiao managed to give you.
"Shouldn't you do this outside, where it's not gonna be a pain to clean up?" The Yaksha peeps in, receiving a pout from you.
"No, Love. It's too cold outside, their momma could get sick." You're not even sure if that can happen, but better safe than sorry. The guilt will rip you in half if you manage to make the poor slime feel worse.
As you take a handful of dirt in your hand, smearing it in the places where there are wounds and scars, Xiao's eyes follow your movements.
It's so similar, kind of like when you treat his own wounds when he gets into one of those tough fights with demons.
You even comfort the slime the same way, with a soft whisper that everything is going to be alright, that you're trying to make it feel better.
There was a feeling in his chest, a feeling that made him feel so pathetic. Why is he suddenly so envious of that slime?
Maybe it was because, your hands was on something else living that wasn't him? But it's a freaking slime, an injured, mother of three slime at that.
"See, we didn't make that much of a mess." Xiao's attention went back on you as your proud voice rings in his ears.
"And their momma looks so much better!" You scooped the little bit of dirt that fell off onto your hands and back in the bucket.
You smiled seeing the little content expression on the big geo slime. You realized, you can't just keep calling her the "momma geo slime".
"You need a name, huh? How about... Mocha?" You looked back at Xiao and giggled, a sound so beautiful in his ears. "What do you think, Xiao?"
"If that's what you want." He walked closer before sitting beside you. "Mocha, it is."
You said you were gonna let Mocha and the triplets live in the wild again after she and her babies are fully healed.
They've been in the Inn for a month now, sometimes you'd take them on your adventures with the intention of finally letting them go... but you just can't!
You always came back with them in your arms. They've become irreplaceable parts of your heart!
As Xiao was about to ambush a camp of corrupted monsters that's getting close to Wangshu Inn...
"CHARGE!" The tip of your sword was pointed at the direction of the monster camp, Mocha, Champ, Cookie and Sugar bouncing their way to the monsters.
With a sharp inhale, Mocha spat out a gigantic rock at the enemies, instantly crushing two of the monsters.
You ran up to the camp as well, taking on three of them at once, your sharp blade doing quick work of the monsters.
Meanwhile, the triplets had smacked the last three monsters so hard that they think they probably flew into another dimension.
"Hahahah, good job, team!" You exclaimed as you knelt down to the slimes' level, rubbing all of their heads just like they like it.
Xiao felt his eyes narrow, you used to compliment him and give him a little kiss when he would come back to the Inn after fighting off some threatening enemies.
Impulsively, he teleported in front of you, the geo slimes excited to see "that guy that Y/N really loves" again.
"I just wiped out the other camps of monsters..." In the middle of his sentence, he just realized what he's saying. Actually trying to impress you rather than just reassuring words.
You smiled at him, standing back up. "That's great! Verr and Huai'an are gonna be sleeping peaceful tonight!"
Xiao looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to do something... very important to him.
"Uhhh, Xiao?" You just realized that he was staring at you, making you a bit confused.
With a sigh, the Yaksha steps closer to you, the four geo slimes just looking back and forth at your interaction.
"C-Can I get a k-kiss?" His ears turn pink as he says that, your eyes widening at his question.
Oh, My Archons, when did your lover become this cute?!!!!
You giggled, even though the heat rose up to your cheeks as well, "Of course..."
Instead of the usual cheek kiss, you passionately cupped his face, pressing your lips together for a sweet kiss.
So sweet even the slimes felt shivers, and they don't even know what you're doing.
As you both part, you smiled "Are you jealous of the slimes?" You softly spoke, your forehead still against each other's.
...
You already knew the answer, "Yeah, you definitely are." You gave him one final peck before backing up, looking back down at the cute bundles of joy.
"Come on, guys, let's get back upstairs." Before walking away, you looked back at him, a teasing smile on your face.
"Maybe tonight, I'll make it up to you. Some Almond Tofu and.... a chat." His eyes were still blissed out and lips plump from the kiss.
You are a piece of work, "Yeah, a chat."
What a "chat" it was.
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Oh my absolute God, I had so much fun writing this! Like genuinely, I didn't know I needed to write this, especially after writing for so many NSFW requests. Also, you're not awkward at all, you're cute uwu (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
I hope you like this and thank you so much for requesting!!! God blessed that you got the balls to request because I love this so much! Probably one of my favorite from my own work!
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