You and Steve went along pretty well. It was still weird having a new “brother”, especially since him and his father moved in your house just a month ago. You’ve seen him around school during the years but you two were never in the same classes and never really had a conversation.
Steve was the perfect child to his dad and so he was for your mother too. He had perfect grades, perfect manners and was part of the basketball team. What made him stand out were also his looks, with that panty dropping smile he had on his face he always got anything he wanted.
He was aware of his beauty but never in a cocky way. You sometimes noticed him with girls under his arms or him kissing them in front of his car.
You on the other hand, were more like an introvert. With a few friends and almost zero experience in the boys area. Yeah sure, you were 18 and already got your first kiss. But that was it.
Still, with Steve’s golden retriever personality and nice manners, no one would’ve thought he was such a pervert.
You didn’t notice a lot of things while being in the house with him. His eyes always glancing at you breasts or your legs. He loved when you wore tank tops. Sometimes he hugged you from behind, slightly rubbing his shaft on your asscheeks.
He loved hanging out in your room, watching you get ready to go out.
While you were putting on your lipstick with ‘O’ shaped lips, you didn’t know that behind you on your bed, he was palming himself through his short. Staring at your lips made him want to stuff your mouth with his cock or suck on your pink tongue.
One time, after you went out, Steve got back to your room to grab his phone but saw some black used panties laying on the floor. He knew that it would be the most disgusting and creepiest thing he could ever do.
But he picked ‘em up and got them to his nose. He inhaled your scent and let out a moan “Fuuckk”, that was enough to have him hard as a rock.
Entering his room, Steve sat on the bed and let his cock out of his boxers. He smeared the precum on his tip and spit in his hand, before stroking himself. Putting your panties to his face again, he wanted to taste you. He licked your stained underwear and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
You fucking dumb slut, you wanted me to do this yeah? Wanted me to find your panties and jerk off to you. Such a fucking pervert.
He started rutting his hips in the fabric, his tip rubbing on what remained of your cream. He had no control anymore of what he was doing. He just wanted to feel as close to your cunt as possible. Right now he was dreaming of your tight little hole.
Steve was thinking bout that one time you were both in the kitchen at 1AM looking for snacks. You dropped a cookie and bent to clean up, giving him a full view of your grey panties. The outline of your pussy was clearly visible and he thought about reaching out and put his fingers on you.
Shit. Stupid little sis teasing me every single day. Just so desperate for her big brother to use that little pussy whenever he wants.
He imagined his cock deep inside your throat, tears streaming down your face while looking up at him.
I’ll keep your tummy full of cum, baby. I know you want it. You nasty little whore.
His hips stopped as he smeared his seed all over the piece of clothing, moaning loud, being the only one home.
cw!!⪼extremely explicit nsfw, heavy degradation, breeding kink, choking, spitting, bondage, edging, overstimulation, crying, size kink, and intense power play. proceed only if you’re comfortable.
the blindfold is back on, but this time gojo ties your wrists to the headboard with his own belt, pulling it so tight your fingers tingle. you’re spread wide on his bed, knees pushed up to your chest in a brutal mating press, completely exposed and dripping..
he’s been at it for almost an hour now.
“ngh— satoru, please—”
you sob, hips twitching uselessly as he drags the fat head of his cock through your soaked folds again, slapping it hard against your swollen clit.
he laughs, low and mean, blue eyes glowing as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.
“aww, listen to you. already crying and i haven’t even fucked you properly yet. what a pathetic little whore. this sloppy pussy gets wetter the more i deny it, huh?”
he pushes just the tip inside — stretching you open so wide it burns — then pulls right back out. you let out a broken “ngh!” that turns into a whimper when he does it again. and again. shallow little thrusts that tease your entrance without giving you any real relief.
“fuck, you’re gripping me so tight even with just the tip,” he groans, voice rough. “imagine how desperate you’re gonna sound when i finally stuff this tight cunt full.”
he spits directly on your clit, watching it drip down to where he’s barely inside you, then rubs it in with his thumb in slow, torturous circles. your whole body jerks, a high-pitched moan escaping before you can stop it.
“that’s it. make those pretty noises for me. let me hear how stupid i’m making you.”
he finally sinks in halfway, the thick stretch forcing another loud “ngh!” from your throat. but he stops there, holding still, letting you feel every inch pulsing inside while he leans down and spits into your open mouth.
“swallow,”
he commands. you do, whimpering, and he rewards you by slamming the rest of the way in, bottoming out so deep you swear you feel him in your guts.
the moan that rips out of you is obscene — “nghhh— fuck— satoru—!” — and he just grins, starting a brutal pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“too big for you, baby? can’t even take my cock without crying like a bitch?”
he taunts, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing just enough to make your head spin.
“but you’re still sucking me in so greedily. this pussy was made to be ruined by me.”
every thrust is punishing, skin slapping wetly, your bound hands yanking at the belt as pleasure and overstimulation mix. he keeps you right on the edge, slowing down whenever your walls start fluttering too hard around him.
“ngh— no, no, please don’t stop— i’m so close—” you beg, tears soaking the blindfold.
he slaps your clit hard. “you cum when i say. not before. you’re my slut and i’m gonna edge this greedy cunt until you’re begging to be bred like a fucking animal.”
he pulls out completely again, leaving you empty and sobbing. then he flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up high, and shoves back in from behind in one brutal thrust. the new angle hits even deeper. you scream into the sheets, a garbled
“nghhh— too deep—!”
gojo fists your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to arch as he rails you mercilessly.
“yeah? too deep? then why are you creaming all over my cock, huh? look at this messy fucking pussy — dripping down my balls like a cheap slut.”
he reaches around and rubs your clit fast and mean, never letting up on the brutal thrusts. your moans turn into constant broken “ngh— ngh— ngh—!” sounds, body shaking violently as he edges you for the fifth time tonight.
“please— please let me come— i can’t— ngh— satoru—!”
“beg better,” he growls, choking you harder while grinding deep. “tell me what you are. tell me you need my cum.”
“i’m your pathetic breeding slut— ngh— please fill me up— breed me— pump me full until i’m leaking—”
that does it.
he flips you back over, folds you in half again, and fucks you so hard the bed creaks dangerously. his pace is feral now, hips snapping, balls slapping against your ass.
“gonna breed this cunt so full. gonna stuff you with so much cum you’ll be swollen with it. you want my babies? want me to knock you up like the desperate whore you are?”
“yes— yes— ngh— please— breed me—!”
your orgasm finally crashes over you when he allows it — violent and blinding. you scream, walls clamping down around him like a vice, squirting messily all over his cock and stomach as your body convulses.
“fuck— that’s it— milk me— ngh— good fucking girl—”
gojo groans loud, burying himself to the hilt as he comes hard, thick hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside you. he keeps grinding, pushing it further in, making sure nothing escapes.
“take every drop. that’s my good little breeding hole.”
he doesn’t pull out. instead he stays buried deep, plugging his cum inside while his hand lazily rubs your oversensitive clit again, forcing weak little aftershocks and more pathetic “ngh…” whimpers from you.
after a minute he leans down, kisses your tear-streaked cheek almost sweetly, and whispers against your ear:
“don’t get too comfortable, baby. i’m pulling out in ten seconds… and then i’m flipping you over and fucking another load into you. we’re not stopping until you’re so full you can’t walk tomorrow. understood?”
you can only nod weakly, already throbbing around his still-hard cock.
choso's a sweetheart. he really is. when you're out, with him, in public, girls will fawn over him—much to your dismay. but, you don't blame them. your boyfriend has a certain look in those big, brown eyes, and paired with those messy pigtails, he's adorable.
naïve, too, to a certain point. half the time, he doesn't even realize he's being flirted with. some woman could be practically drooling on him, complementing his big, strong arms, and he still wouldn't realize. sure, he doesn't like the way she's touching him (mostly because she isn't you), but he's too nice to push her away.
in public, that is. in private, not quite. not quite the guy, who just months ago, was a raging virgin—peering up at you with the question of how babies were made.
in private, some flip must've been switched. he wasn't anything like that innocent, pure little guy. nope.
"look at you, fucking slut. taking my cock—shit—like that." you're folded into a cruel mating-press, choso's hands digging into your sides, sure to leave bruises in the morning. his pace is relentless, as he fucks you deeper and harder.
his cock stretches your tight, little pussy hole, knees hooked around his waist. your eyes hit the back of your head, in pure ecstasy. you can't fathom ever being able to respond with anything other than pathetic moans.
"sooo tight f'me," he groans, sweaty bangs plastered to his forehead. choso clicks his teeth, eyes dropping to your lips, swollen from kisses. "open."
all you can do is comply, tongue lolling out. he sharply spits in your mouth, and on instict, you swallow. "ha— whore," he chuckles. "dirty fuckin' cum-rag."
you whine, tears streaming down your face. "looking pretty like that, y'know. you're so much better when you aren't talking," he teases, "jus' making t- those lil' noises."
"chooo—'s too much. no- no more," you beg, wanting to pull away from him, though you can't bring forth the strength to.
"shut the fuck up," he mutters, lips coming to crash down onto yours. your noises are muffled, swallowed by his mouth. "you're not going anywhere."
he sinks his teeth into your calf, and you hiss in pain. "pleasepleaseplease— can't!"
choso grunts, bucking his hips into you. "yes, you can. you can, and you will."
the second he was cumming hot ropes into you, dick going soft in your snug cunt, he was back to being doe-eyed. panting heavy, he presses a sloppy kiss to your forehead.
and, as if he hadn't just rendered you practically immobile for the next two days, he tilted his head, his voice soft and innocent.
nerdjo who has been slipping love notes into your bag with candy ever since february started.
first they're sweet, talking about your hair and how it's distracting during class because of how good it smells, then the notes quickly turn perverted.
telling you how much he wants to jerk off over your face and have you say how smart he is while he does it.
then slipping polaroids of you into ziploc bags with cum all over them.
leaving you constantly looking over your shoulder, oblivious he's the one sitting next to you.
puppyboy!gojo who’s tail wags like a helicopter when he sees you in any state of undress. he tries to hid it but his cheeks turn red and his tail whirs into action when he catches a glimpse of your panties or bra. it makes him even more feverish when it's his favorite set, the one that matches the color of his eyes. he feels like he's seconds from nutting on the spot when he sees the baby blue lace straining across your breasts and digging into your hips.
puppyboy!gojo who has the worst scent kink known to man. satoru tries to hide it but when you walk through the front door coming home from work, he’s filled with this firey, undying need to smell your body, to drag his nose down your neck, your sternum, your stomach until he reaches the sticky heat between your thighs. he deeply inhales the sweet scent of your cunt as he rests your legs on his shoulders, one on either side of his head before diving in. through his messy eating session, he'll stop for a few seconds to deeply inhale. you can see his baby blue eyes roll back and hear his tail thudding against whatever appliance he chose to take you against.
puppyboy!gojo who refuses to let you leave the house when he's in rut. whether that means begging you on his knees to stay or whispering promises of fucking you into the mattress for hours so you can't think of anything other than his name. i mean, he does it anyways, but when you say you're 'going to work' he needs to bend you in half till your feet hit the headboard for his dignity, alright? he lives for the feeling of your perfect pussy clenching around him as he makes your knees hit your tits. the animalistic part of him explodes when he watches your eyes roll back back back as you get closer to your orgasm.
puppyboy!gojo who can not stand smelling another male on you, especially not a certain pink-haired cat hybrid you work with. satoru hugged you when you got home as usual, but the second his face buried itself in your neck, he stiffened. he ignored all your questions asking why he was being weird, then picked you right up off the floor before dragging you to the bedroom. he spent hours fucking his sent into you until there was no trace of sukuna left on your body. his body stuttered as he came for the nth time of the night and he collapses on top of you. "mine, mine, mine," he whispered in your ear as you fell asleep. the next time he sees sukuna, he makes sure to hold you extra tight, and glare daggers at the man.
puppyboy!gojo who is a rabid panty thief. he buys you more and more racy panties just to jerk off with them while you're at work. satoru digs through your dirty laundry to find his favorite, light blue thong that you wore earlier that week. it's practically all lace and it hugs your curves when it's on your perfect body. gojo's eyes roll back as he wraps the thong around his cock. he bites his lip and clasps his hand onto the dresser to stabilize himself. his ears pin back as he whines, letting his hand pick up speed. satoru whimpers out pathetic cries of your name as his hips start to buck into his hand fisted around his cock. "fuh-fuck, oh, baby- baby please!" he whines, gasping as his abs clench and his cum spurts from his dick.
puppyboy!gojo who waits at the door for you to get him just to bury his face under your skirt and lap at your cunt through your panties. he grasps at your ass with one hand and brings the other under to pull your panties to the side and fully dive in to your pussy. satoru's tongue rolls around your clit before he brushes his teeth against the nervous bud. he groans as your thighs tighten around his head and increases his pace. "baby, you've been gone ages. left me all alone with just your pics," he moans, digging his finger into your hip. he circles your entrance with two fingers before pushing them in. he relishes at how your walls clench around his fingers and he pushes them in farther, until he hits the spot he knows will make you cum. you thread your fingers through his hair and moan for him to go faster. he gently pushes you against the wall before he can go ham on your cunt, devouring you like you're his last meal. satoru pumps his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt and laps up your slick with dangerous fevor. you cry out, clenching your thighs around him and painting his fingers white with your cum. he pulls his fingers out of your pussy with a lecherous pop before he shoves them past his lips. you watch his eyes roll back as he sucks your cum off his digits.
| a/n: that last one lowkey went way longer than i thought it was going to, but its my favorite so its finee. anyways, likes, comments, and reblogs are so appreciated! if u have a request or any suggestions lmk, either dm or send in an ask!
♯ best friend!megumi who loves the taste of your sweet cunt, especially when he knows he could treat you sooo much better than your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. and who are you to resist an offer like that from your needy sweet best friend? twt link
the air in megumi’s dorm room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only light coming from a dim desk lamp that cast long, flickering shadows across the walls. for nearly an hour, megumi had been buried between your thighs, his face pressed firmly against your soaking wet heat. he was obsessed, completely consumed by the taste of you, a flavor he craved far more than he ever let on when you were just "best friends”.
you, on the other hand, were a shaking, whiny mess beneath him. your hips ever so often arched high off the bed at the overstimulation, your breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. one of your hands clutched the dark blue bedsheets beneath you, while the other disappeared into his dark hair, fingers tangled in the soft, spiky strands. beneath the firm press of his palm against your chest, your heartbeat pounded wildly, each frantic beat impossible for either of you to ignore.
"g— gumi— you’re so mean— i can't.. nnggh! g— give me a break!" you wailed, your voice cracking. you were already sensitive, your nerves fried from the relentless attention he’d paid to your cunt for the last forty five minutes.
did megumi hear your pathetic whining? yeah. did he listen, though? nope. he continued flicking his tongue rapidly against your nub, sucking the swollen flesh into his mouth with a wet, slurping sound. as he worked, he began to hum, a low, vibrating rumble deep in his throat that echoed directly into your cunt. the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making your toes curl violently and your thighs tremble.
“megumi!—” you cried out.
he lifted his head just enough to eye your expression. he watched your face, the way your eyes were rolled back, your lips parted in a silent scream, and the sheer desperation written across your features. a small, smug smirk touched his lips before he fluttered his eyes shut once more, his lips pursing tightly against your cunt, creating a vacuum-like suction that pulled your clit deep into his mouth.
“you can handle it,” he muttered.
"nnngh!— oh god, gumi!" you sobbed, your voice high and needy.
he ignored your whimpers, continuing to swirl and lap at your juices. he loved how you sounded. the way you whined and begged, the way you fell apart under his touch. he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. he bet your boyfriend couldn’t break you like he could.
as the tension peaked, you let out a loud, strangled cry, your back arching off the mattress. you walls clamped down hard on his face as you erupted, a spray of fluid squirting directly onto his cheeks and chin. you shuddered, your body racking with the force of the orgasm, your fingers tightening in his hair.
as the waves slowly subsided, you gasped for air, your voice a whiny whisper. you gave his hair a firm tug, pulling his face away from your dripping cunt. "hey— gumi! g— give your mouth a break! cmooon," you whined, your chest heaving.
megumi pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your pussy. he didn't look tired at all, despite it being 1:47 in the morning. okay. maybe he was tired. but for your pussy? nah. he looked at your swollen, glistening folds and then looked you in the eyes, pressing a gentle peck on your clit.
“what? don’t tell me you’re tired already.”
without wasting time, he gathered a thick glob of saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto your clit, the warm wetness sliding over your sensitive skin.
"i’m not done yet," he murmured.
you let out a soft, indignant whine, your legs falling open wider despite your words. "you’re evil. you've been down there for almost an hour.."
megumi scoffed. he leaned back in, his breath hot against your wet skin. "can’t blame a guy for wanting to eat some good pussy," he paused, his tongue darting out to lick away the spit he'd just landed on you, "does he even know how to make you sound like this? or do you have to pretend to enjoy it when he's inside you?"
you let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper at the feeling of his warm tongue against your overstimulated cunt, your head tossing back against the pillow. "megumi.. stop.. don't say that!”
"why, baby? does it make you feel guilty?" he shifted upward, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your swollen folds, tasting the cocktail of your arousal and the remnants of your orgasm. "or does it just make you realize how mid he is compared to me?"
he looked up at you again, his eyes scanning your flushed face, savoring the conflict and the lust warring in your expression. he loved the power he had over you in this moment. the fact that while you belonged to someone else, your body was reacting only to him.
"you’re a little slut for your best friend, aren't you?"
“gumiiii—“
“tell me you want me to fuck you dumb until you forget his stupid fucking name."
♯ can’t stop thinking about bestfriend!megumi recording you riding a dildo because the two of you want to earn some extra cash, and he insisted this would be the quickest way to save up for that brand new pc you'd both been eyeing. you trust him, and besides, who are you to refuse your horny best friend? (twt link at the end!)
the lighting in megumi’s bedroom was dim, save for the harsh glow of his phone screen and a couple of desk lamps that cast long, flickering shadows across the floor. you were stripped bare, save for a pair of black nylon thigh highs that hugged your legs, digging slightly into your skin. you felt exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you straddled the thick, silicone dildo propped up on the carpet.
you were on your knees, leaning forward with your palms pressed flat against the floor for support. your back arched, creating a tempting curve that highlighted the contrast of the thigh highs against your skin and your cunt began to stretch wide as you slowly lowered your weight onto it.
megumi, on the other hand, sat just a few feet away, leaning back on his elbows, holding his phone steady to capture every angle of your vulnerability. he looked completely unfazed, though his dark eyes were tracking every twitch of your muscles. his dark, spikey hair fell over his eyes, partially obscuring his gaze and leaving half of his face veiled in shadow. it gave him an air of detached mystery, though the way he held his phone, steady and focused, showed he was paying very close attention to every detail.
"you’re hesitating," megumi remarked, his voice cool and flat. he shifted his position, the phone camera zooming in on the point where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "you know, if we're doing this for the money, you can't look like you're scared of it. you have to look like you’re enjoying it.”
"i’m not— i'm just.." you whimpered, your voice trailing off as you began to lift and drop your hips. the friction was intense, the girth of the toy hitting that soft spot with every downward thrust.
"just what? flustered?" he let out a small, petty huff of a laugh. "it’s just a piece of plastic, but you're reacting like it's the real thing. if you can't even handle this, how the fuck are you going to take my dick?"
your face flushed a deep crimson, the heat radiating from your cheeks down to your chest. you let out a flustered whine, shifting your hips to settle deeper onto the toy. "shut up, gumi! don't say stuff like that," you whimpered, though you didn't stop moving.
"why not? it's just a question," he muttered, adjusting the camera to get a closer shot of where the dildo disappeared into your soaking wet folds. "put some effort into it. move your hips more."
"besides, im tryna give you motivation. now, lean forward more. arch your back. i wanna to see more of your ass while you ride it."
you groaned, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you began to bounce, the rhythmic slapslapslap of your thighs hitting the base of the toy filling the quiet room. you focused on the sensation, the way the dildo filled you completely, stretching you wide.
suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand wrap around your hip, pulling you firmly against him. you jumped, a small shriek escaping your lips as megumi reached out. he didn't stop recording with one hand, but with the other, he began to grope your ass, his fingers kneading your soft cheeks with a possessive grip.
"megumi!" you gasped, your rhythm faltering.
"stay focused," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. smack! he delivered a sharp, stinging slap to your right ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
the sting sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit. you let out a loud, uncontrolled moan, your hips picking up speed. you started riding the dildo frantically, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust.
"thaaat’s it," megumi whispered, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched your pussy grip the toy. he slapped your other cheek, harder this time, leaving a faint red mark. "look at you. so desperate for a little bit of attention. you look like a total slut for the camera."
"i— i'm not— mmmh! shit!" you were losing it, the combination of the stretching fullness and megumi’s touch pushing you over the edge.
as the orgasm hit, your internal muscles clamped down hard on the silicone. your body shuddered violently, and you let out a loud, broken cry, your voice echoing through the room.
"megumi— oh god, megumi!"
you collapsed onto your elbows, panting heavily, your pussy glistening and open, leaking clear fluids onto the floor. you stayed there for a moment, panting, your chest heaving as the aftershocks of the climax rolled through you. slowly, with a wet, suctioning sound, you slid off the dildo, your pussy glistening and open.
megumi didn't put the phone away, though. instead, he crawled forward, bringing the camera inches away from your dripping cunt, capturing the way your folds twitched and leaked.
"fuuuuck.. that's so hot," he breathed, his voice raspy. he looked up from the screen, the shadows of his hair still dancing across his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze was unmistakable. he didn't move to help you up, instead, he shifted his weight, the heavy bulge in his sweatpants brushing against your hip, reminding you exactly how hard he was.
"you look like a complete mess," he murmured, though his voice lacked any real judgment. it sounded more like a compliment. "absolutely drenched."
“yeah, well, i wonder why.. this better earn us quite the money, fushiguro.”
megumi let out a low, humming sound in his throat. "well, i don't think i can just sell this video. i might have to keep a copy for myself. now.. i think it's time i get what i want."
“you’re so greedy,” you giggled.
how he had you later that night.
i need a bf that cosplays so bad. ANYWAYS!! more bestfriend!megumi because WE #wantdat
You and your family move from the city to a small village in northern england. And after being the last person to arrive to the new place, you hadn't expected to get a Valentine's date on the day you moved in!
✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors. ✧. ┊ toji fushiguro x f!reader
Genre: porn! with a plot! (BRITISH au 🫨)
Notes: this has series potential and i have a bunch of ideas so if u guys would like more lmk :3 thank you @chososdoll for beta reading and thank u @tteokdoroki for hyping me to post wheee !!
Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, british slang (duh!), brief slut-shaming, size kink ♡, slight exhibitionism, dry humping, spanking ♡, cunnilingus, daddy!kink, vaginal sex, squirting, belly bulge ♡, creampie ♡, pet names (baby, princess, darlin', sweetheart etc.)
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Chunky, chocolate-coloured platforms hit the pavement as you step out of the back of the taxi you know has definitely overcharged you. You roll your eyes as you read the metre. The driver watches you intensely as you circle around the car, leaning into his window as you pull out your purse.
“This is daylight robbery you know, love.” you chastise him, fluttering your lashes in hopes of getting some kind of discount. He makes no attempt to hide the way he leers at you, looking your body up and down before he meets your eyes once more.
“You can pay me back another way, if you’re short on cash.” he smiles, a missing front tooth presents itself confidently, as if he has a chance. It fades, instantly, when you can’t help but scoff at his lewd proposal.
“Dream on,” you scowl. You hand him the taxi fare you owe and huff realising the only thing left in your purse is one fake eyelash and a single penny. “The least you can do is get my suitcase out the back.” you command him.
He quickly clears his throat as you back away from the door to allow him some room to do as you’ve asked. You check your phone to find the address pinned in your family group chat, looking up again to see if you can home in on the right house. Your eyes stop on number seven with a smile.
There’s a ton of boxes outside and the door is wide open.
You should have figured.
The taxi driver brings your case to you, eager to get rid of it. There is clear distaste in his eyes, the leopard print pattern evidently ruining his image. You stare at him with a smile, however, pointing to your new home.
“It’s that one there, thanks.” you tell him, saying nothing else until he drags your case along. You roll your eyes again when his back is to you, following after him slowly.
You wiggle your fingers at him, a feeble attempt of saying goodbye as he hastens to his car. He’s desperate to leave, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Your eyes scan over the village slowly as you assess your new home. There are a few things that catch your eye, but nothing particularly exciting.
There’s a market in the centre of the village, some food and clothes stalls you’re sure will grow tiresome after a couple of days of living here. The sound of your family’s raised voices catches your ear and you suppose you ought to go and finally show yourself.
Though your eyes light up at the sight of a sign that you hadn’t spotted earlier. It’s neon, you can tell despite it being switched off in the daylight. The Attic. You hadn’t expected such a quaint, suburban village to be home to a nightclub.
Maybe there will be more to do here than you thought.
You step back on your heel to retreat indoors, but before you can fully turn away, the door to the lofted nightclub swings open. Your eyes squint as you watch a man lean over the balcony, a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other. You can’t tell if he looks angry or defeated.
Even from this distance, the colour of his emerald eyes staring down at you is blinding. You try to hide your smile with a pout as he takes a drag from his cigarette, his gaze intensifying as his lungs blacken through an elongated intake. A plume of smoke leaves his nostrils as he smirks down at you.
And that is your cue to leave.
The handsome stranger soon leaves your mind when you enter the chaos that is your new family home. Boxes are stacked high, some full and some empty and littered around the front room. You toss your handbag down onto the couch, sitting down to put on the TV until someone realises you’re here.
You kick your feet up onto the coffee table, folding your arms across your chest as you channel surf. Nothing catches your eye, and you can’t hear any of it anyway. Not with the rowdy commotion echoing from room to room.
You consider sneaking out, waiting until it’s all said and done before you get roped into it, too. It’s tempting, too tempting. The TV cuts to black and you quickly pick up your handbag before strutting towards the front door.
“Aw here she is, only five hours late.” your elder sister yells, her deep, disapproving voice hitting everyone’s ear in an instant.
You take a slow inhale as your eyes roll back, bending down to pick up one of the boxes on the ground. Your sister watches as you spin around, a fake glossy smile on your lips despite her eyes staring daggers at you.
“Where do you want this?” you ask, voice giddy as you practically catwalk from the entrance to stand beside her.
“Is that Baby home?” you hear a familiar, loving voice ask. Your nana smiles as she enters the front room, she holds her hands over her heart as she looks at you. “You’re such a good girl.” she tells you, looking at the box in your hands.
The box you’re fairly certain is empty.
“Where were ya?” your sister asks. “We waited ages for you this morning. Bet a taxi cost a fortune as well. Were you at a lad’s house?”
“Give it a rest, Sabrina.” you roll your eyes. She huffs, big hoop earrings swinging as you see her gearing up to yell at you. She stops short, though, your nana intervening before she can get started. “Where’s my room, nana?” you ask.
“You’ve got the smallest one.” Sabrina tells you.
“I better not have!”
“Maybe if you showed up on—”
“Enough!” your nana shouts, snapping you both out of it to focus on her instead. You’ve never heard your nana get really angry before. She never swears, never calls anyone names. But living under one roof like this is bound to test her patience. “Your brother’s moving all your boxes into your room, love.”
You kiss her cheek before sauntering down the hall. Your mum looks at you happily when you check inside each room and end up finding her inside of hers. She points you in the right direction, and you find your room at the very end of the long hallway.
Your brother’s face lights up when he sees you, rushing over to give you a tight, rib-crushing hug. He shows you how he organised all of the boxes for you to unpack, clearly proud of himself for going to so much effort for you. You look around, impressed with the size but not with the fact you’ve got lots of work to do.
“Do you like it?” Danny asks, you nod, pinching his cheek teasingly.
“Can’t be arsed to do the bedding, though.” you laugh.
“I’ll do it if you make me something to eat.” he tells you. “I’m starving.”
“Alright.” you shake his hand, agreeing to the terms. You don’t suppose he’s expecting a five-star meal, you’re sure a sandwich or a bowl of cereal will suffice. He goes to pick up a new pack of bedding, you definitely didn’t buy it. And you can’t recall your mum telling you that she was buying you some.
“Nana got it.” he tells you, deducing instantly what you’re thinking about it. “Must be nice to be her favourite.”
“Did she not get anyone else’s?” you ask.
“No,” he smiles. “Baby.” he says your nickname with a little malice behind his words, but you know him well enough to know he’s kidding. You’re his favourite sibling, after all. He’s yours, too. He watches you leave as you go to make something for him to eat.
Sabrina rolls her eyes at you as you enter the kitchen. You can tell what she’s thinking without her saying a word. You never cook. She always says you’d start a fire pouring milk on cereal.
She’s wrong, though.
That hasn’t happened… yet.
Your younger sister says hello to you as she carries numerous hangers full of clothes from one room to another. Her disgustingly gaudy wardrobe is instantly recognizable, you’d hoped they would have been lost in the move, so you’d have an excuse to overhaul her wardrobe.
You rummage through the cupboards until you find a bowl. It takes just as long to figure out which drawers contain the cutlery. Before you even bother trying to hunt down whichever cereal Danny prefers, you open the fridge. Your brows knit together in confusion as you see how empty it is.
Completely empty.
“Where’s the milk?” you ask.
“Got none, got a food shop coming later.” Sabrina tells you. You groan, shutting the fridge before walking over to her. “What?”
“Danny’s hungry.”
“Well, you’ll have to get a few bits from the shop, then.” she informs you. Your eyes widen in horror, and it’s too late to cover it up before she laughs at you, unimpressed as always. “There’s one when you turn right out of here, go on princess.”
“I’ve got no money.” you tell her.
She rolls her eyes so hard they turn white, strutting from the dining room to the kitchen to grab her own handbag and pull out her purse. She holds out a £20 note, almost placing it in your hand before pulling it back. Her stare is as stern as her words as she warns you. Warning you to only get something small for your brother to eat and she wants the change back.
You take it, agreeing, heading out with your knock-off designer handbag in tow. The fresh air hits you, your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you look both ways. You smile when you see the shop, at least thankful for how close it is. Maybe this is one plus from moving here from the city.
You’ve never been short of male attention since you grew a pair of tits and learnt how to do makeup. You were the first girl in your year to get boobs and the others hated you for it. The boys, however…
It’s been years since then. You’re twenty-four and things still haven’t changed. You can’t even walk to the fucking shop to buy some milk without being ogled. Sabrina’s voice blares in your mind, though. You know what she’d say.
‘It’s your own fault for dressing like a slag.’
She hasn’t even actually said it, but you’ve managed to make yourself angry with her. You know her too well. She calls you a slag any chance she gets, rarely having anything actually nice to say about you. The woman behind the counter eyes you up as you bring a 3 litre bottle of milk and 1kg box of cereal to the counter.
You walk away to find something to treat yourself too for your hard effort.
You grab a bottle of red wine and a gossip magazine, placing them down next to the other things. How you’re going to sneak these into your room, you have no idea, but you don’t regret it. You feel a twinge of guilt as the cashier reads out the total, but not enough to put them back.
She puts them in two separate bags for you, and her expression seems to soften from earlier when you say goodbye with a kind, warm smile. You exit the store, spotting your nana on her mobility scooter about to head back inside.
“Nana!” you shout, walking as quickly as you can in your heels to where she is.
“I’ll be the only one without—” a young voice speaks before cutting off abruptly.
“Ah!” you shout as a smaller figure bumps into you in your hurry. “Hey, watch where you’re— Oh.” you look down and see a young boy, a few years younger than Danny looking up at you.
“Careful, sweetheart.” a man behind him speaks, though you aren’t quite sure if he’s talking to you or the boy. You pause for a beat too long when you realise who he is. It’s the man from the balcony, earlier.
“Sorry, babe. Give me a minute, alright?” you smile at the boy before rushing over to your nana. You hope they wait for you so that you can apologise properly. Your nana beams as you approach, her smile only becoming wider as she notices what you haven’t.
You’ve been followed.
“If you sneak these inside, I’ll split the wine wi’h ya.” you tell her. Your nana’s eyes narrow, but she takes the bag from you and puts it in the basket of her scooter. She puts her own shopping back on top of it, winking at you before she rotates to go inside.
“You are a bad influence, Baby.” she smiles before disappearing.
“’s that your name?” you turn around in surprise at the sound of the deep, yet soothing voice. “’Baby?’” he asks.
“To some, yeah.” you smile. “Sorry little fella, wasn’t looking where I was going.” you look down at the young boy who you can tell is his son. He’s his carbon copy, they’ll be twins when he grows up, you’re sure.
“S’okay…” he says, shyly.
You smile, turning to head inside. You’re stopped, once again, by that hypnotic, low baritone.
“Did you know this place was a restaurant before you moved in?” he asks you. You turn around, looking at your new home again and nodding in understanding. You didn’t, but looking at it now, it makes sense.
You hadn’t expected small talk. The stare he was giving you from the balcony is wholly different to the one he’s giving you now. Is he nervous? The emerald eyes piercing you from the balcony earlier were the eyes of a predator. Maybe he’s thrown off because his son is with him.
He’s probably married.
Your eyes flit down to his left hand to see if you can see a ring or a tan line. But he’s a step ahead of you, it seems, when you realise his hand is in his pocket.
“Dad,” the boy speaks. He looks fed up, like he’s ready to go home and kick off his shoes after a long day at school. “If you’re going to ask her out, can you just do it and stop embarrassing me?”
It makes you laugh. There’s such a grumpy look on his face. Your brother used to be the same, but you loved him anyway. So moody and grouchy and tired of everyone around him. But never you, he was always a ray of sunshine when his favourite sister was around. You thought it would wear off when he got a little older, though. But he’s sixteen now and he still adores you.
After how much shit Sabrina talks when you aren’t around, though, you can’t figure out why.
“Are you not married?” you ask, boldly. He shakes his head.
“I was.” he says. It’s enough without saying much at all, so you decide not to pry. “Thank you for embarrassing me, Megumi.”
You smile at Megumi again, amused by him and his pouty little face. His dad is sweet with him, too. You feel your heart swell as you watch him ruffle his son’s hair. He moves his head to the side, desperate to get away from his dad’s attempt to mess up his hair.
“So you’re Megumi,” you start, eyes moving to look elsewhere. “What’s his daddy called?” you ask him.
He chuckles, a shallow laugh leaving his lungs as he listens to you. “Toji.” he says, simply. “And you’re ‘Baby’.”
“No,” you shake your head. “Only people I like call me Baby. Maybe I’ll tell you my name if you ask me on that date.” you tell him, and he smirks again.
“Alright.” he nods. “Are you free Wednesday night? I’ll take you to dinner.”
“… Dad.”
Toji shushes his son as he watches you eagerly, attempting to decipher your expression as you think. A feeling of anxiety rushes through him as he watches you pull a face he can only assume is disgust. He’s never felt so nervous before, but he doesn’t know why. He’s completely off his game, his son being present is definitely hindering his capabilities to charm you.
You pull out your phone, quickly opening the calendar app to check the date on Wednesday. Megumi rolls his eyes at his father’s silencing. You look at his son, and then back to him.
“Wednesday? Are you sure?” you ask.
“Of course.” he nods, practically puffing his chest out to show his confidence.
You smile widely, looking down at Megumi in amusement as the young boy shakes his head. And then, you nod too, agreeing to a date on Wednesday. He releases a heavy exhale, definitely a sigh of relief. Though there’s still a cocky smile on his face, satisfied that he got to look cool in front of his son.
“Have you got a pen?” you ask them both. Megumi shucks off his backpack and fishes out a pencil case to hand you a pen. You take the receipt from your shopping bag and write your phone number on it effortlessly. Toji holds out his hand to take it, but you give it to Megumi instead. “Whatever you were asking your dad for before I bumped into you, don’t give him this ‘til you get it, alright?” you giggle as Megumi shoves it deep into his bag.
He nods, happily, putting everything away and then putting his backpack on excitedly.
“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t ya?” Toji asks, and you nod.
“I’m not cheap, either.” you warn him.
“There you are! How long does it take to go to the bloody shop?” Sabrina yells at you. You hold your eyes shut as embarrassment courses through you, getting shouted at like she’s your mother is definitely doing damage to your own cool exterior. She audibly groans when she sees what you’re doing, shouting louder to draw you away. “You’ve been here five minutes and you’re already getting chatted up, unbelievable. Danny is starving so you’ll have to stop being a slag for five minutes.”
“Sorry,” you apologise to Toji and his son before turning to follow Sabrina indoors. “See you Wednesday. You’re so romantic.” you wink, leaving them alone as you shut the door behind you.
Toji chuckles when he can hear your sister screaming at you for buying a 3 litre bottle of milk and the biggest box of cereal you could find. He puts his arm around Megumi’s shoulders just as she starts to shout at you about the fact you don’t even have the receipt.
“Dad.” Megumi speaks up again for the first time since he was shushed.
“Yeah, kid?” he looks down at his son as they walk in tandem.
“You know it’s Valentine’s Day on Wednesday, don’t you?”
Toji stops in his tracks while Megumi carries on walking. He looks back at your house and then at his son, who has now turned to face him with yet another of his unimpressed expressions.
He pulls out his phone, and it reminds him of when you did the very same thing. You even asked him if he was sure about the day. How could he be so stupid? And of course, as always, his son is absolutely right.
It all makes sense, now.
He’s so romantic.
“Fuck.”
It’s tomorrow.
Tomorrow you’re going on your date with Toji. You wonder how long it took him to realise that it’s Valentine’s Day. Thinking about it still makes you laugh. His little boy tried to warn him, the look on his face keeps making the apples of your cheeks swell.
Your nana has noticed the constant smile on your face, too. She’s been holding your wine hostage until you got a moment to yourselves. If there’s something about your nana, it’s that she loves to gossip. And she wants to know all the details on what’s got you so giddy.
“Where’s ‘Brina?” you ask, stepping out into the garden with a blanket around your shoulders.
The February air has a nasty bite in it. It hasn’t stopped you from wearing skimpy clothes, of course, but it’s hard to ignore when you’re sitting in the back garden for the sake of it. Your nana is all bundled up, too, though she gestures for you to throw a match in the firepit.
And you do, without hesitation.
You’d do anything for her.
“Work. Your mum is at work. Saphire and Danny are at the youth centre. Did you bring the wine glasses?” she asks. You hold them up with a cheeky smile, and she claps happily. “Good girl, now, spill.”
“Give me the wine, first.” you tell her. She hands it over and you twist off the lid with some struggle. But soon enough, you’re filling the two glasses with as much of the cherry-coloured liquid as they can hold.
You’ve been checking your phone non-stop since you gave your number away to Megumi. He must still be haggling with his dad. You wonder what he’d wanted in the first place. A new game or something, maybe.
You told him you aren’t cheap.
You thought it would be a good incentive to get his son what he wanted.
“He was so handsome. Looks closer to my age than yours, though. Should’ve give him my number instead.” your nana tells you as she reaches for her glass. You laugh but shake your head. “How old’s he, love?”
“Dunno, definitely closer to my age though, sorry nana.” you giggle. “I know nowt about him, I’ll find out tomorrow. He’s fit though, I know that much.”
“You sure he’s not married? He’s got a little boy, you might end up his step-mum.” she teases you, but you scoff at that.
“It’s one date, nana.” you roll your eyes.
You hadn’t really thought that far ahead. And why would you? Because it really is just one date. It’s just a bit of fun, and on Valentine’s Day at that. You’d expected to spend it alone, maybe doing something with your family, but you’ve actually bagged yourself a date.
You’re not meeting up with him to discuss marriage or adopting his son.
“I’ve got nowt to wear and I’m skint.” you tell her.
“Here,” she fishes her purse out of her basket and hands you £40. “Have a look at that market in the village, I’m sure there’s something nice. Saph said it’s a thrift shop.”
“I’d rather go into the city, nana. Not trusting Saph’s fashion sense.”
“You, Baby, are a gorgeous girl. You could make a bin bag look like vintage designer. Don’t waste money on a taxi into town, just have a look tomorrow.” she finishes her wine and shakes her glass, demanding a top up.
Just as you screw off the lid, you hear the doorbell ring. You both look at each other, suspicious as to who or what would be waiting for you at the door. Your eyes widen and a curious pout forms on your face as you walk back inside with your fist wrapped around the neck of the bottle you’re holding.
Your nana isn’t far behind, either.
You open the door slowly, peeping through the crack before you open it fully. Your heart is racing when you see Megumi outside, alone, an assortment of gifts in his hands.
“Hi Megumi! What are you doing here?” you smile.
“My dad wanted me to bring you this stuff.” he tells you, handing you a comically large stuffed bear and an expensive looking shopping bag. “’n he wants to know if you’ll be able to meet him at the bar tomorrow because he might be late.”
“Um, yeah, that’s fine. Tell him thank you for the presents.” you tell him as you take them from him. “Tell ‘im I’ll be there at 8ish. Wait where is he? Do you need someone to walk you home?”
“I’m twelve, not two.” he rolls his eyes. “He’s just up there anyway. Bye.”
You shut the door as you watch him walk up the stairs to The Attic nightclub, making sure he gets inside safely before looking through the shopping bag. You sit the giant bear down beside you on the couch before sitting down yourself.
“What a gent.” your nana comments. She starts looking through the bag while you read the card you retrieved from inside.
Was gonna give you these tomorrow, but didn’t think you’d wanna carry the bear around on our date. Happy Valentine’s, Baby. —Toji
“Baby, look at this.” your nana tells you, handing you a jewellery box.
You open it to see a necklace with your nickname inside. It looks expensive. It looks real. What kind of a man is Toji, anyway? This couldn’t have been easy to get his hands on in just a few days. A custom-made gold necklace for a woman he just met days earlier. You can’t believe what you’re looking at, it’s probably worth more than everything you own combined. More than your house. And he got it for you before you’ve even been on a date with him.
He's the type of man who can get his hands on something like this.
“What does he do, Baby?” she asks you, and you shrug.
“I was wondering that myself…” you mutter, pulling the bag closer to yourself to see a heart shaped box full of chocolates as well as a single red rose. Your favourites. “Liking him more and more by the minute, though.” you smirk.
In the end, you didn’t end up getting anything new to wear. Sapphire surprisingly picked out a dress from your wardrobe that you’d forgotten all about. Maybe her fashion sense isn’t God awful when she’s looking at someone else’s clothes.
Sabrina had been surprisingly quiet while you were getting ready. You’d expected her to give you an earful about being a slag again and not to stay out too late. But no, not a word. You snuck out before she could change her mind, though, only saying goodbye to your nana as you left.
Instantly, you were lost. You’d been so preoccupied with unpacking and doing housework under the command of your sister that you’d barely been out to get a feel for the place. The village is small, but it’s dark. You haven’t been to the bar you’d agreed to meet at, yet, so you had no idea where you were going.
You were embarrassed by how many times you had to stop and ask for directions on your way there. Though through your investigation you discovered that everyone refers to the bar as The Cats Tail, not that you knew why until you got there.
You hadn’t expected to find a lake in the middle of the village with docking leading in different directions. Your heels make the wood creak with each step you take as you decide where to go. There’s a pub in one direction, and a fairly large boat docked in the other. He’d said it was a bar, but maybe Toji actually meant to invite you to the pub. You turn to walk away, but stop when you see water begin to slosh around the boat as someone boards it. There are plants in the water that catch your eye.
Cattails.
You head towards the opposite side of the boat. And it’s only then that you see the bright party lights and loud music that you’d assumed were coming from the pub.
A few heads turn when you walk inside, but you pay them no mind. Instead, you look around for an empty table or at least a chair to sit in. You yelp as you feel a hand hold the small of your back.
“Did you just get here?” Toji asks, checking his watch. “I’ve been worried you’ve been waiting ages for me.”
“Got lost, didn’t I?” you smile. You look around and notice a visible change in the atmosphere, now. A few people getting up to move or sit on the decking outside. Toji seizes the opportunity to lead you to a table that has opened up. “What were you doing?” you wonder.
“Just work stuff.” he smiles, looking around casually.
You hadn’t noticed the dark diamond shaped scar stabbing through his lips until now. Your eyes almost flicker shut, but you smile instead before he turns around to signal one of the barmaids over.
“Dunno what makes you think you’re so special that you can’t get up and order like everyone else, love.” her voice has you looking up instantly. The fucking familiar and callous tone makes your skin chill. “What are you doing here?”
“Sabrina, are you joking? No wonder you haven’t been having a go at me all night, I didn’t know you were at work!” you raise your voice. “I didn’t know this is where you worked, either.”
“Yeah, well not all of us are getting gold necklaces handed out, are we?” she sighs, looking at your date with a suspicious glare. “You’re old enough to be her dad. What do you want wi’h her?”
“Can we just go somewhere else? She’s always rude like this, sorry. I didn’t—”
“Whatever you want, darlin’.” he nods in agreement. He smiles at your sister while she continues staring daggers at him. You don’t notice his smile fade to a look more sinister as you walk out from under your table and towards the exit. “I think I’d have been around ten if I was her dad, by the way. ‘m not that much older. Goodnight, Sabrina.”
He just laughs as you walk to the next destination; your repeated apologies are adorable. It’s not like it’s your fault your sister is a raging bitch. You both know that. But still, you’re embarrassed and you’re sorry. It isn’t exactly the best start to a date to have your sister show up and be rude.
You find yourself back where you started.
Your house.
You sigh, a little upset, that he seems to want to cut the date short. But instead of walking to your door, he leads you in the opposite direction. You’re climbing the stairs up to The Attic.
You haven’t been yet, but you’ve been excited to look inside. Every single penny you got when you lived in the city was saved up to waste at your favourite nightclub. Not that you ever made your own money, not with your mum subsidising your entire existence, much to your sister’s chagrin. But, still, getting away with the lifestyle that you’ve lived for so long is pretty impressive.
The lighting when you enter is almost blinding. Neon pink and red lights flood the interior, and you can only assume the colour choice is intentional. The music is pounding, and you can’t help but take it all in. It’s cosy, but perfect. You hadn’t imagined a place like this being in the centre of such a quaint village.
Your eyebrows scrunch up again when you notice everyone’s demeanour change as you look around. Especially the staff. Toji tucks your hair behind your ears, and talks over the music.
“What do you want to drink?” he asks.
“Don’t mind, nothing cheap.” you remind him.
He winks, leaning over the bar. “Champagne on ice, we’ll be over there.” Toji yells above the bass, pointing over to the VIP section of the club. His palm splays across the small of your back as he guides you there. “You look beautiful, by the way. I’m glad you liked the necklace.” he tells you.
You notice yourself fiddling with it around your neck when he mentions it. So you stop, smiling to affirm his claim. You’re not given a chance to say much as a man brings over a bucket of champagne and two flutes over for you.
Toji holds out his hand to the barman, and you’re a little taken aback when he hands him a large kitchen knife. Toji’s features narrow as he holds the bottle of champagne in his other hand. You watch him, carefully, as he skilfully uses the knife to pop the cork from the bottle. He nods at the barman who takes the knife away and leaves you alone again.
You carry on observing him as he pours two glasses out for each of you.
“Why’s everyone so scared of you?” you ask, crossing one leg over the other as he hands you your drink.
Your eyes don’t leave him for a second as he gets comfortable, his legs spread wide and his elbows rest on the back of the couch his body is resting into. A lazy smirk plays on his face, dark scar pulling deliciously as he suppresses the urge to chuckle.
“It’s respect, not fear.” he tells you, sniffing a little before he takes a swig of his drink. “Your sister isn’t scared of me. You’re not scared of me. Are ya, darlin’?”
“Why do they respect you? What do you do?” you smirk, ignoring his question completely. Your eyes move to his free hand, his finger rapidly drawing a circle up towards the ceiling as he takes another drink.
“I’m their boss, sweetheart. This is mine.” he informs you. “I own the garage behind the pub, too. And a few other places but—”
“You’re rich, then.” you smirk. “Good to know.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Means I’m never paying for a date if you ask me out again.” you smile, and he laughs. “Why didn’t you text me, though? Did you not get Megumi what he wanted?”
“He’s a nightmare. He wanted a new game all of his friends have got. Wasn’t gonna get him it, but I did straight away so I could get your number. But he’s still not given me it, been trying to extort me for more stuff. So, you’ll have to give it to me tonight.” he shakes his head, disappointed in himself for getting hustled by a twelve-year-old.
“See how tonight goes, yeah?” you wink. “If the little man isn’t giving you it…”
“You’re both ganging up on me? Unbelievable.” he tuts, but snickers thinking about how happy Megumi looked with all of the power you gave him with just a phone number. “Really, though. Did you like your presents?”
“Oh, yeah. You really are romantic. Planning our first date on Valentine’s Day of all days and getting me presents. I didn’t get anything for you, by the way. I was half expecting you to cancel.”
“Pfft, me? You said it yourself, had it all planned out. Thought you’d think it was romantic if I invited you out tonight, knew exactly what I was doing.” he lies, seamlessly. But it’s so charming, you can’t help but giggle. You pout, shaking your head in disapproval before laughing again. “No, don’t believe me?”
“Not at all.” you grin. “This necklace, though. It’s gorgeous, thank you.”
“The pleasure’s mine. Suits you, Baby.” he bites his lower lip when he finishes speaking, leaning forward in his seat. “You still haven’t told me your real name. Does that mean you’ll let me call you Baby? Do you like me, princess?”
You shuffle in your seat, changing which leg is crossed over which as you think about what you want to say next. He leans back into his seat yet again, and your breath hitches as he curls his finger at you, beckoning you closer to him.
You’re obedient.
You walk closer to him, and he looks up at you with so much attentiveness in his eyes. There’s a shallow grunt in his throat as his legs widen, your eyes rake over his large frame and you know what he wants. But you won’t give it to him, not right away.
He licks his lips as you sit down beside him, angling his body to look at you head on. You lean in close to him, nose almost touching and lips grazing as you tease him. He growls when he tries to kiss you and you pull away too quickly for him. All you can do is smile, gleefully, angling your lips to whisper your birth name into his ear.
“Hm… that is a beautiful name. But I think I prefer Baby.” he smiles. “How’d you get the nickname?” he wonders, and it’s genuine. There’s no flirtation in his voice and his eyes appear concentrated.
“It was my nana’s favourite auntie’s name, ‘n apparently I’m her double. I’m my nana’s favourite grandkid, too.” you explain.
“Bet you’re a lot of people’s favourite,” he smirks. “Will you let me call you Baby, whenever I want?”
You toy with the thin gold chain around your neck, nodding gratefully as you show off the name attached to it. “If you’ve got more like this up your sleeve, you can call me whatever you want.”
His eyes light up at that, his head tilting slightly as his eyes drift from your glossy lips to your necklace. You feel your breathing get deeper as he brushes your hair softly, pushing it so that it falls delicately behind your back. You don’t say a word as he teases you, his index finger gently tracing across your collarbone and towards your jawline. He smirks at the little hiccup you emit as his thumb toys with that fat of your lower lip.
“You are a goddess among mortals, Baby.” he tells you, the words almost drowned by the volume of the pulsing bass. You hadn’t realised how close he is to you, now. His scarred lips almost touching yours as he worships you through words. Your eyes are barely open as he begins to tease you how you had teased him moments prior. “You really know you’re worth, don’t ya? You’re worth more than every penny scraped together on this fucking planet.”
“Toji,” you speak, though it’s barely there. He lifts you with ease across his lap until you’re straddling him, rough hands rest so carefully in the curve of your hips, your dress riding up as his legs slowly spread. “M-My dress.” you panic, looking behind you to see if anyone is paying attention.
“It’s pretty,” he comments, his eyes that had been so fixated on yours drop to your thighs. He can’t help the way his breathing turns primal as he watches the material begin to bunch up. “I’d tear this off with my fuckin’ teeth, if you let me.” he explains, looking up at you again with the eyes of a predator.
“I’d make you get me a new one.” you smile.
“I’d buy you a hundred fucking dresses,” he continues. His gentle touch becomes greedy as his fingers find the globes of your ass and squeeze without care. You don’t even know when you’d began to roll your hips, you only realise as his jaw slowly falls open and his stare becomes heavy. “I know girls like you. But you’re so different, I can tell. You’re entitled to the fucking world and I wanna give it to ya.”
“Girls like me? What am I like, Toji?” you wonder, your movements slow as you prepare to be offended without any real right to be. He’s probably right, after all.
He bounces his legs until you fall forward, your lips ghost each other’s and you melt in his hold as you feel his teeth begin to tug at your jutting lower pout.
“You like money but you don’t wanna earn it,” he chuckles. “You like power but you don’t wanna work for it.”
“Yeah,” you smile, unable to disagree as you feel his bulge rut against your clothed cunt.
You succumb to your basic instincts as you slot your lips against his. Your public display is no doubt catching the attention of the other patrons, but you don’t care to be considerate anymore. You moan as his tongue finds yours and licks invasively. The bottom of your dress is almost around your waist, but you pull away before everyone can see your ass or the racy black thong you’d opted to wear. You keen as you see your lips connected by a string of spit, but it breaks as he helps pull your dress back in place to preserve what’s left of your modesty.
“I wasn’t put on this planet to work hard, Toji,” you start. “I’m here to be gorgeous and find a man to do it for me.” you explain. He laughs loudly, at that, cupping your face to kiss you again. It’s softer, though, almost leaving you more breathless than the first.
“You are gorgeous, Baby, you ain’t wrong about that.” he affirms. “I wanna take you out again. I want to spoil you and treat you like a man never has before. Because I can give you exactly what you’re looking for.”
You smile, leaning in to kiss him again. Keeping control of yourself is a gargantuan task, he’s riled you up enough to want to jump him right here in front of everyone. But you manage to stop yourself from getting arrested for indecent exposure as you come back down to earth.
He is exactly what you’ve wanted your whole life.
A rich man to take care of you. A man to work hard and pay the bills while you do what you want whenever you want forever. It’s a dream. It’s got to be a dream. You’ve just met, it’s your first date. You’re sure he’s just telling you what you want to hear to get you into bed.
It’s a poisoned apple, so perfect and shiny. So red and juicy. You think it might just be worth the risk of a tragic ending.
“What’s the catch, Toji?” you wonder.
“None.” he assures you, though you still aren’t convinced. “I like you, Baby. Very much. I like that attitude of yours… I love how beautiful you are… Those lips of yours have got me achin’ over here.” he smirks.
“I don’t trust ya.” you admit, unable to contain your laughter. “Think it’s your eyes, very villainous. Same with this,” you tell him, gently caressing his scar with your thumb. “There’s just somethin’ not right about you. Practically proposin’ to me over here.”
He chuckles again but shakes his head. “Awe you’d be a perfect little wife f’me…” he says dreamily, his thumbs rubbing circles into your rear as he talks. “I’m just sayin’, I’d love to keep taking you out. I want to get to know you more. But ‘m just lettin’ you know that I can provide the life you want. Want it to be real though. If you aren’t feelin’ me or I’m not feelin’ you, we can just be friends. Yeah?”
“Oh you’re not feelin’ me now?” you ask, your voice playful and laced with laughter as he continues to tease and tickle your skin.
“I’m sure about you, but wouldn’t hurt to get to know you more. Especially for Megumi’s sake.” he reminds you. How could you forget that’s he’s a certified dilf? “That’s what dating’s for. The moment I set eyes on you, I knew I wanted to fuck. The dates are to find out if we’re gonna do anything other than that.”
“You just assumed we were gonna fuck tonight? ‘Cause you bought me some presents and said I’m gorgeous?”
“No, we could have just had some drinks and talked all night and I’d walk you home. But instead, you’re dry humping my hard-on and I can feel how wet you are.” he tells you, his voice and his stare are so serious it almost scares you. Not enough to stop, though. Not enough to push him away as he pulls you closer so that he can whisper in your ear. “So what I think is gonna happen, is that we’re gonna go to my office and fuck each other stupid over my desk. We can right now, or we can have a few drinks and keep talkin’ first.”
“I—”
“Mmm, you can come back to my place after we’re done so we can fuck again in the morning, or I can walk you home and we can plan our next date.” he continues, the confidence he’s exuding makes your heart race.
The depth of his voice has you soaking your panties more than you had thought possible, you can barely hear yourself think as you digest everything he’s said. But you can’t stop waiting with bated breath to hear what he’ll say next. It’s hypnotising, it’s addicting. Hearing that low, deep, drawl tell you exactly how he thinks the night will play out.
“Or maybe I’m wrong. Would you rather just sit and talk all night? I’ll be a perfect gentleman and get you home safe.” he smirks. “If I’ve offended you though, Baby… let me know. I’d be happy to walk you home and pretend none of this ever happened.”
“… Office. Now.” you tell him. He smirks and lifts you up as he stands, setting you down beside him. It dawns on you again how much taller he is than you, you’d been taller than him this whole time, you’d forgotten what a titan of a man he is. “Bring the bottle, too. I’ll stop at yours tonight if you can actually make me cum.” you tell him, picking up your glass as you sashay away from him in search of the office.
He picks up the bottle of champagne as well as his own glass before pulling a member of his staff to warn him that he is not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.
His muscular presence is unmistakable as he catches up to you, eager to show you the way to his office. He’s right, you love the power that comes along with him. His large frame and the way everyone genuinely respects, and maybe even fears him, makes you giddy. You feel safe and secure by his side, and there’s nothing you’ve ever wanted more.
The office space is lavish, yet dark. The only light is bleeding in from the neon painting the dance floor as it bleeds in between the blinds. You look around despite seeing very little, your attention only breaking at the sound of the door locking.
“Still gonna fuck me here?” you ask, tapping your press on nails against the hardwood desk. He nods, closing the distance between you both without breaking eye contacting.
You gasp as he knocks everything from the desk, papers fly and objects clatter before you’re seamlessly lifted onto the desk. His lips attach to your skin in a frenzy of kisses as he places himself between your thighs, you hook your legs onto his hips as you allow yourself to truly sink into the pleasure of being with him.
He takes a firm grasp of your jaw as he makes out with you messily, tongues tangle and entwine all while you hum into his mouth. You panic and grab at the edge of the desk as he pulls you away from it, forcing you to stand up once again. Your knees almost knock together as he whispers in your ear.
“Turn around.”
You’re given barely enough room to breathe but manage to do as he asks. His lips find the nape of your neck before pearly white teeth meet the zipper of your dress. You can hardly believe what you’re seeing as he drops to his knees and yanks at the black material clinging to your body for dear life. You help him, though, more eager than ever to see what he’s capable of.
“Bend over for me.” he orders, spanking you for good measure.
Deft fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and pull down slowly. You shudder as the cold air hits your sodden flesh, all the while you’re none the wiser to his beguiled expression as he admires your most intimate skin.
He massages your ass as he spreads you open, moaning unashamedly as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. He’s mesmerised by the way your pretty pearl throbs with desperation, a desire to be played with.
“Fuck!” you gasp, feeling him bury his face between your folds from behind and go to town on your cunt. The way he’s slurps and devours your slippery slick makes you flush with heat. It’s humiliating but you’re too stimulated to feel it. He’s no better, leaking in his underwear like he hasn’t gotten laid in a lifetime.
You manage to reach behind you and lace your fingers through his hair as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling like his life depends on it. Your legs are ready to give way when he licks along your slit to find your hole, tongue fucking you passionately before he replaces the sensation with two fingers.
“Ah! G-God, Toji! T-There! Right there!” you all but scream as he digs deeper and deeper to find the squishy spot buried in your cunt.
Without halting, he forces you to lift a leg on the desk to help him discover an entirely new angle. The combination of his tongue and fingers has you building up to fast approaching peak. Skin wrapped around your knuckles turns taut as you grip for dear life onto the lip of the desk, eyes cross each other as you begin your free fall into pleasure.
His deliverance doesn’t cease as he aims to wring the life out of your high and help you experience every ounce of heaven you can attain through him. You moan boisterously, screaming his name like a mantra and more thankful than ever that your ecstasy is muted in comparison to the music.
“Oh my God.” you breathe, starting to come down from the high. You feel him softly kiss your clit before littering your ass in kisses, rising slowly to angle your face backward enough to kiss you sloppily. “No one’s ever made me cum that hard before.” you confess, earning yourself another kiss from him.
His slick coated fingers find their way into your mouth and you accept it gratefully, humming around his digits as he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand. There’s a low rumble lingering in his breathing, hard breaths exposing a primal growl as he finally frees himself.
“And I’m not even done with you yet.” he explains.
He smears his dripping cockhead across your skin, the heavy mushroom tip immediately gives you a sense of foreboding as you wonder how he will possibly fit that inside of your tiny cunt.
“Already made you cum, so you’re staying the night at mine. Right?” he asks, slowly prodding at your entrance. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth so that you can answer, but his eyes fixate on the way your pussy is both trying to suck him in and keep him at bay. “I wanna cum inside, sweetheart. Are ya gonna let daddy fill you up?”
You find yourself nodding without really hearing him. And with that, he pushes inside of you with patience and care. It’s a beautiful sight to see how your pussy splits open to accommodate him, it’s almost enough to make him blow his load.
“You’re shakin’, darlin’.” he tells you, smoothing over your skin as he tries to soothe you. “Have you never been fucked properly, hm? Or is daddy’s cock too big for ya?”
“B-Both.” you admit, his low chuckle makes you clench around him like he belongs inside of you. You’ll never get fucked like this again, you’re sure of it. You just moved here, how did you get so lucky?
“Don’t usually fuck with older guys, huh?”
“S-Sometimes,” you respond. He yanks your body upright so that your back is flush against his chest. You tilt your head away from him so that he can kiss your neck, your fingertips rest uselessly on the desk as you try to keep yourself stable. “H-Harder. Daddy harder.” you request.
He fucks into you relentlessly, spurred on by the sounds of gorgeous moans falling from between your lips. You’re clenching around him again like a vice, he’s sure you’re close yet again. And he’s eager to feel how hard you’ll choke his cock when you finish around him.
He lifts your leg up, holding it in his hooked arm as he rails you mercilessly. You’re louder, now, encouraging him to fuck you harder and harder. Deeper and fucking deeper. It’s brutal. You don’t think your heart has ever beat so fast and you sure as shit haven’t been pounded like this in your entire life.
“Your cunt is so wet. Kitty’s fuckin’ purring for me.” he tells you, the heat of embarrassment surges through you once more. You think you might actually pass out if something doesn’t give. But instead of slowing down, he’s only spurred on to toy with you more.
He quickly swipes three fingers over your swollen clit. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder as you succumb to the pleasure pulsing through you yet again.
“Want you to make a mess for me, Baby.” he tells you, his voice beginning to break and waver as he climbs a mountain of his own bliss. “Want you to let go and cum with me, I’m gonna breed this little pussy and make you cum all over me. Go on, princess. Cum.”
You don’t even know what he’s talking about until you’re overcome with an urge to piss.
“T-Toji!” you panic. You want to tell him to stop as you look down, not wanting to pee all over your dress before you leave. But instead, you’re enraptured by the sight of your stomach. “Fuck, Toji, I s-see you.” you tell him.
He rests his chin in the crook of your neck, enthralled by the vision of his cock making your stomach bulge.
“Would you look at that? No wonder you’re gonna squirt for me. C’mon, Baby. Show me how a good girl cums for daddy,” he presses down on your stomach as he finishes speaking, and it’s enough to make you unravel.
The urge to pee subsides as your cunt begins to gush clear liquid like a waterfall. You had no idea you were capable of squirting or that it was even real. You’d always figured it was just a porn thing.
But here you are, doing it without even trying with him.
Because of him.
“Ohhhh there she is,” he coos, rubbing his fingers over your clit again to ride out your orgasm and make an even bigger mess than you were already. “Pretty pussy, daddy’s pretty pussy.” he groans, fucking you harder to get himself off.
He squeezes every inch of your body, using you like a fucktoy in a bid to chase his own high. “’m cummin’ fuck.” he grunts, thrusts becoming stronger as he fucks his cum deep into your womb. You both pant as he collapses forwards on top of you, your body sandwiched between his and the desk.
And still, he continues to rut his hips deeply into you, making sure every last drop is milked into your gorgeous cunt.
His new addiction.
He kisses your skin sweetly in contrast to the brutal fucking you’ve just received. You can’t help but look at him with love in your eyes, though, thankful that you’ve ever gotten to experience how truly incredible sex could be.
You want him again.
You want him bad.
You want him forever.
He moves away from you, stumbling backwards as he pulls his trousers back up, buckling his belt and fastening his zipper. He smirks as he watches you struggle to stand upright, not wanting his cum to dribble down your legs as you find your panties and put your dress back on.
You turn around slowly, watching as he gets closer to you and sits you down on the desk.
“Wanna see,” he tells you, forcing your legs apart until your pussy opens. He keeps you on the edge of the desk so he can watch his cum ooze out and drip down on the floor.
There’s so much, thick, copious amounts of cream that are bound to have gotten you pregnant if you weren’t on birth control. It’s potent and warm and felt like an injection of love when you felt it pumping inside of you. And now it’s slipping away, becoming a stain on the floor of his office.
As less trickles out of you, he finds your dress and helps you into it.
“You’re not getting’ these back.” he smirks as he twirls your panties on his finger before pocketing them. “Daddy’s little keepsake, yeah?”
You bite your lip and nod, standing back on the ground and avoiding the splotches of cum decorating the floor and the paperwork he’d discarded earlier. You reach up to cup his face with one hand, kissing him passionately before pulling away.
“Then you better buy me some more.” you whisper.
“Whatever you want.” he winks. “We’re doing that again when you come over, but let’s finish the champagne first.”
You can definitely think of worse ways to spend Valentine's Day.
☆ cw. . . fem!canine hybrid!reader x enjin, dumbification, praise, fīngering, squirting, mouth inspections, use of 'puppy' and 'pup', enjin calls himself daddy once, jabber's fucked up toxins having a weird side effect
"what's got you all upset at me, huh? why's my lil' pup all riled up?"
"e-enjin, i told you, stop talking to me like that!"
swish, swish, swish!
"oh my god, you can't even lie! look at that tail, such a good girl!"
you did your hardest to crawl out of his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, the back of your neck burning as you let out a low, embarrassed growl. his praises and laughs just kept coming, cooing as he kept petting all over you just to see your tail wag.
this was weird, so fucking weird.
after an encounter with that masochistic freak with who wouldn't stop whining about accidentally injecting you with the wrong thing as he was essentially dragged away by someone on his team, you've been stuck with...this.
a long, fluffy tail that seemed to have a mind of it's own with a matching pair of fluffy ears at the top of your head, and this annoying blond loser who wouldn't stop talking to you like you were an actual dog.
his teasing was just making you more and more flustered, more embarrassed before suddenly something inside of you couldn't take all of the warmth swirling inside of you—
"ow, fuck!"
he yanked his fingers back from where he was pinching your cheek, looking at them with furrowed brows. you...bit him. you didn't even realize you had snapped forward, nipping him right on his finger tips.
"did...did you just bite me?"
the reaction is instant.
"'m sorry, 'm sorry, i-i didn't mean it!" you scrambled, popping his fingers in your mouth as you let out a long whine, a sudden fear washing over you, a fear that you truly haven't ever felt before. little tears pricked the corner of your eyes. "a-am i bad? 'm sorry, jin, i-i didn't mean it, 'm bad..."
hearing you slur your words against his fingers while your tongue dragged over the bite, feeling how sharp your canines are now, seeing how your tail stopped wagging and your ears flattened against your head...it's almost too much, you're too fucking precious.
but hearing you sound truly sad, truly heartbroken that you hurt him, that you made him upset, it's new, it's not you, you're usually cocky and smug when you mark him.
you truly look like a kicked puppy.
he can't have that, not when his pretty girl is tearing up in his lap, whining as you try to soothe the wound with that warm tongue.
"say it again, baby."
"i...i-i'm your good puppy, 'm a good girl," you slur around his thick fingers. tears are pouring down your hot cheeks as you sit on enjin's lap with your back against his chest, clothes discarded somewhere on the floor.
the room swirls around you, so dizzy and drunk from the pleasure assaulting your senses. his fingers slide in and out from your cunt, ilicting wet, sloppy noises as he literally scoops slick from your pussy to rub mean circles into your clit.
you feel the need to squirm away, but your body feels so heavy, like you know if you move, you'll get scolded, and...for some reason, the thought makes you whine, hips trying to grind into his hand.
"that's my girl, taking it just like she needs to," enjin coos into your ear, teasingly nipping at it tjust o watch how it flinches away. they're so sensitive, just blowing against it makes you violently squeeze down on his fingers. "pretty puppy just needed her jin to show her how cute she is, yeah?"
you can barely form words, moaning around the digits in your mouth that keep running over your teeth. he's uncaring about the drool that drips down his wrist as he traces over your sharp canines again, the same ones that got you in this position.
he hums, dipping his other fingers back inside your pussy just to hear that relieved moan. "never call yourself bad again, baby, that shit broke my heart. seein' you all sad, all puppy eyes, and, god, the way your ears got all sad and droopy...don't do that to me baby, makes a man weak."
he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his wet hand down your chest to the soft pudge of your tummy before meanly pressing down right above your pussy.
"i don't want a sad puppy, okay? i want a happy, dumb lil' pup...just like this."
his fingers immediately speed up, curling up to hit that spot that makes you wail his name and dig your hands into him forearms. mm, even your nails feel a bit sharper, the press of them against his skin making him his and grind up into you.
"j-jin, enjin, j-jinnn," is all you can get out, eyes wide as you watch him pop in a third finger, stretching you out to the point your eyes roll back. "o-ohmygodd, mmhhfuck!"
"don't cum, don't cum yet," he pleads into your ear, panting as he works his fingers in and out of you and letting out a deep groan when he sees your creaming on him, a nice frothy ring of it accumulating at the base of his fingers.
but you aren't listening, too empty brained to focus on that. all you can think of in your poor, dumb little brain is 'cum, he's making you feel good, gotta cum, show him 'm good, show him that he makes me feel good/'
"mm-mm, baby, don't," is the warning you get when you try to touch your clit, hands shaking as they creep down lower. "you wanna be a good girl for me, riiiight?"
the nod you give him is aggressive, he can't help but chuckle at little. you're so honest, you aren't as bratty as you usually are. whatever that freaky little scientist injected you with turned you into the cutest little submissive pile of mush for him and he was loving it.
"then let me work, puppy, 'm gonna make you squirt for me, okay? think you can do that? oh, who am i kidding..."
a firm slap to your cunt has you gasping, eyes squeezing shut from holding back your orgasm, before a strangled noise escaped your throat when his fingers pop right back in and get to that same speed that was driving you mad.
"of course you can, you're my good girl."
that has you squeezing him tight, eyes rolling back at the thought. you've done it before, but hearing him say it always makes that heat in your stomach grow hotter. he's such a perv.
but he's been going on for so long, holding back feels like torture...until something starts to spread all throughout your body. a warm that feels like it's burning you, feeling it in the tips of your fingers, and reaching your head.
"aww, theeere she is..."
enjin can feel how you trembling against him, body tensing in his lap as that unbearable pleasure starts to wash over you, your breaking point not too far away. the hazy away look in your eye, the way your mouth hangs open in uncontrollable moans...you look so, so pretty.
but then you start get squirmy and he can already tell you're going to try and run from it, his hand pressing harder on your tummy to keep you still so you can't do anything but take it. after all, he knows just what you need and he's going to give it to you.
"c-cum, 'm gonna cum, jin, too much, c-can't—!"
"shh, yes you can baby, c'mon, don't fight it, give it to me."
you're curling forward as you sob, begging him to wait, to give you a second, but then the hand on your stomach moves to your throat and pulls you back against him, giving a squeeze and his deep voice is practically growling in your ear.
"don't you wanna be good for me? cum, baby, soak my fucking fingers like a good little puppy."
that's all it takes. his little praise, the mean press of his fingers, it's all too much and you explode. you arch against him, practically screaming out his name as you cum, and you cum hard. his fingers are practically forced out of you as you squirt, a wet spray of your fluids shooting out and soaking his hand.
without hesitation, he's working at your clit, swiping it side to side to prolong your orgasm. you look so cute, so fucking adorable like this, trembling against him as you just chant his name over and over again.
tears are pouring down your face as you hiccup, another thick gush pouring out of you and all over his hand and sweatpants, soaking him entirely. you don't realize that you're babbling his name over and over again, chanting 'love you's and 'thank you's over and over again before finally letting out a huff and going limp in his lap.
it's fuzzy, everything feels light and floaty. you can barely process the soft kisses being presses against your face, little murmurs of...something in your ear. whatever it is, your subconscious likes it, because you can feel your tail wagging behind you. he must have turned you around in his lap while you were out of it to hold you to his chest...the realization makes you feel even floatier.
once you finally come up, you can hear it better, enjin's voice no longer sounding like it was underwater.
"such a good girl for me."
"my pretty pup's got some teeth on her."
"see? you're not bad at all, just needed some praise."
"if you would've waited, i would've told you i liked when you bit me."
a little grumble as you hide your face in his chest lets him know your back with him, his hand gently rubbing up and down the skin of your back.
"hi, baby."
"mmpph..."
enjin can't help but chuckle at that. still shy, it seems. he understands, continuing his soothing movements and tracing your spine.
"you feeling alright," he asks, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. he has to "lost you for a second there baby. i didn't do too much, right?"
it takes a moment for you to learn how to speak again, but you just nod. "no, 'm okay. felt good...t-thank you." you let yourself collect your thoughts, still a bit fuzzy brained from that overwhelming orgasm. your still throbbing, and you can't tell if that means you want more or not.
a moment goes by and it's quiet as he continues to...to...
you immediately sit up, face turned into absolute embarrassment and horror as your brain clicks into place what he's doing.
"are you petting me?!"
he just responds with a big grin before trailing his hand down your back. "maybe i am. wanna see something i learned while i was?" he doesn't even let you respond, your mouth opening before he rubs his fingers around the skin where the base of the tail is and you let out the cutest little whine, arching your back to get more pressure before you catch yourself.
"now ain't that cute?"
"e-enjinnn!"
you try to scramble out of his lap, shrieking about what a pervert he is, how mean he is for teasing, but he just cackles, standing up to turn and toss you onto the bed. "yeah, yeah i know, i'm mean, i'm the worse, but..."
he climbs on the bed after you, savoring the way your ears perk up in alert. in a quick motion, his shirt is off, grinning at your eyes immediately snapping to his hypnotic, tattooed skin. you can't stop the whimper that forces its way out of your throat when he crawls over top of you, a hand palming himself through his sweats that you desperately wish he would take off sooner.
"don't you wanna see how that'll feel if i fuck you from behind, pup? c'mon, lemme play with my pretty puppy a little more before you go back to normal."
fratjo recording and blackmailing you (..◜ᴗ◝..)
request by: commenter
music is echoing through his apartment while you’re spread out on his bed, your hands trembling while you try to push him off of you, but he’s way too big.
satoru is repeatedly slapping your pussy and laughing, his eyes lighting up every time you whimper and flinch.
“stop, stop moving, be a good girl.”
laughing again as he steadies his phone and zooms in on your pussy and how wet your slit is, your hand trying to push the phone away, but he roughly pushes your hand away.
he steps in between your thighs all the way so that you can’t move your bottom half, still recording your pussy and you trembling when he does a very tiny touch on your soaking slit.
it’s a gamble when you come over to his place because he’s always so adamant on recording even when he tells you it’s just for him and he’s not going to show anyone, but you know guys like him, yet you keep coming over.
satoru doesn’t want you talking to anyone else or fucking someone else, so he tells you not to or the videos he took will be sent out.
“but why?”
confused and hurt on why he would do that, but satoru gives you a half-assed answer because he doesn’t even know for himself.
even after this threat, you’re laid back with him, while he laughs and teases you while he records all of it. panning the camera from your pussy to your face, laughing harder, and slapping your pussy when you cover your face with both hands.
“she's shy; don’t be shy. come on, show them that pretty face.”
popping his gum and tugging one hand away from your face, smiling wide at the tear streaks through the little bit of makeup you have on.
“here, hold my gum for me; open your mouth.”
you cover your eyes, still focused on the shaky camera, but you obey and open your mouth, and he spits his gum into your mouth, then moves down in between your thighs.
biting the soft flesh there making you clamp your thighs shut over his head. he drops his phone down, smacking one of your thighs and pushing them back open wide, gathering up spit in his mouth and spitting right on your core.
picking his phone up and laughing to himself before rubbing it all over your pussy and dipping two fingers inside of you, just the tips of them to tease you.
both of your hands are back over your face again, and your lower half is trembling.
he got everything he wanted to get, from your pretty pussy to your humiliated face, so he stops recording so he can do what he really wants.
sukuna grinding his cock up into you in the middle of a frat party, lazily rolling his hips up to hit that sweet spot and keeping your back pressed against your chest as he murmured in your ear, "you gonna moan?"
shaking your head no to stop yourself from whimpering at the weight of his forearm wrapped possessively around your waist while drunk frat bros passed you by, chatting about stupid shit and gawking at sorority girls and totally clueless to the way you were getting ruthlessly stretched out around your situationship's thick cock.
"y-you wish," you quietly insisted, biting down on the bottom of your lip just for him to laugh at you, your skirt flipped up as your lace thong started to chaff against the inside of your thigh.
"i do," he hummed, his teeth grazing against the inside of your throat. "want them to know who's fucking you like this."
"no thanks," you huffed at him, trying your hardest to keep a straight face when he was intent to keep you squirming on his lap. no one else needed to know what you shared. which you were sure should just be sex. no matter what either of you said in the heat of the moment. "m'not yours."
gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
pegging nerdjo
birthday special for the people's princess
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satoru was an outcast, even as a senior at the college you both attended. he was tall with thick black framed glasses, a messy undercut, and he wore nothing but baggy clothing that hid his lean physique. all that mixed with his nervy personality made him isolated. despite those things, his underclassmen saw his potential.
a shuttered moan echoed in your dorm room as you slid your two fingers slowly inside the blue-eyed boy's tight little hole. the sensation overwhelmed him almost instantly. he imagined and done this to himself so many times, but you doing it for him felt different in his own hand.
biting his pouty bottom lip, his face flushed with a deep red. “please .. please move.” looking at you with such desire, following with a soft gasp as he felt your fingers sliding out of him, sending the feeling throughout his body. and just as quickly as you left, you returned. you watched how your fingers get engulfed by him. he was so wet and warm, sucking you in perfectly.
you watch his dick jump and leak as curl your fingers inside him—thick leaks of pre-cum wells up at the tip, slowly trickling down—his hole sucks you in further with every thrust. “o-oh .. fuck mommy.” he let a out a broken whimper as you start fucking him faster, “you like that 'toru?” his words blurred into mumbles, he couldn’t answer but based off his body language you knew his answer.
“i want you to stroke yourself while i fuck you,” he whined as he threw his head back at your command. he closed his eyes and nodded a shaky 'yes' as he gripped himself firmly, stroking himself to match your speed.
satoru drowned in his own euphoria—your hands continued to work his gushing insides, an endless rush of begs and whines spilled from his mouth. “i-i think i'm.. i'm gonna c-cum.” gripping the sheets with his free hand to stop himself from bursting. the poor thing was trembling so much he could barely keep up with his strokes.
“cum.” tears formed in the corners of his eyes, white splattered across his face, landing on his glasses—his chest heaved, breath coming into short bursts—his face turned red at the embarrassing sight. “t-thank .. thank you, mommy..”
“oh, no, no, no, we aren’t done.” a yelp filled the room as you pull him closer, putting his leg over your shoulder—within a swift motion, you pull out your favorite pink dildo. he winced at the size of the thing, “there’s n-no way that’s fitting!”
oh but it did fit. he let out soft sounds as you slowly slid into him, even a small amount had him feeling so sensitive. the sensitivity brought back the welling of his tears—the raw sensation flowing through him. as cries pour out, you really start to fuck into him, deeper, fuller. in a moment of desperation, he pulls you down for a kiss, the cum that was painted on his lips from a couple of minutes before now mixed in with your tongues—his big, thick hands gripped and clawed at the back of your shirt.
even after the kiss, he still kept you pulled down, leaving whimpers into your ear; his body continued to tremble at his rimming. knowing he was close, you started going faster—making his toes curl at the sudden change in speed. “wait, w-wait d-don’t do that!” with your free hand, you started playing with his puffy tip, making him scream.
“p-please .. w-wait .. i-im gon—” the room filled with screams and cries as he came for the second time, squirting it all on his chest. you couldn't feel anything but bliss at the man who lay before you.
snuggling into his ear, you whispered, “one more time couldn’t hurt right, 'toru 'toru?"
naoya takes your fingers
lowkirkenuinly had to re-upload cause it wasn’t showing up for some people :(
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since that drunken night, day in and day out for about a week, all his thoughts were filled with you. no woman has ever used him in such a manner; he was disgusted with himself. why did he have to get that wasted?
naoya flopped onto his bed, his body exhausted from the last couple of sleepless nights, with his mind still racing a mile a minute. he lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling with a tangled mind, taking a deep breath, and a frustrated sigh, with his hands clenching at his sides. continuing to lie there, he starts thinking about you too hard.. wink wink.
he started to feel that needy sensation again—he tried to push it to the side, oh, he really tried. but before you know it, he found himself rubbing himself through his pants—trying to imagine it was your hand rubbing him instead of his own.
“please…” he whispered, the slide of his hand grew more frantic—as if chasing some phantom version of your touch that he couldn’t quite replicate. he could almost feel your touch; he could almost hear your sweet, sweet degradation. blurred with need and desire, he untied his hakama, the restrictive and annoying feeling that it was giving had disappeared, letting out a soft moan in return.
naoya’s hand moved eagerly to his length, his body reacting to the slightest touch. he let out a sharp gasp with his hips lifting slightly off the bed as the sensation coursed through him. “fuck.. please..” he groaned, his voice shaky and desperate, “i need you.. so bad..”
he continued to move his hand with his body reacting to every stroke—he whispered your name over and over, his voice hoarse and ragged. “please..please..” he pleaded, his body arching off the bed with the memory of his face deep in your pussy, using him for your personal gain. “please..h-help me..” his voice broken and filled with desperation.
focused on his puffy tip, his fingers teased and never let up, even if it was almost painful. his back arched off the bed, legs trembling as his free hand fisted into the sheets. his voice cracked as his hips jerked pathetically into his fist—every flick of his wrist made his body jerk, your name still spilling from his lips in whispers.
his vision blurred like he was about to cry—how pathetic he must look, rutting into his hand to the mere thought of you. “f-fuck.. nngh! wish.. you were here,” he choked out, with toes curling as pre-cum smeared messily over his fingertips.
a loud slam coming from his door made naoya’s body jump. he hadn’t heard any footsteps approaching his room. your eyes dart at him, fully taking in the sight of him. he quickly tried to cover himself, his face red as a pepper. “jesus fuck woman! the hell ‘re ya doin?” he scoffed, trying to mask his embarrassment with irritation. “what the hell are you doin?” he scowled at your question, straighten up in the bed. “what does it look like?” he retorted, his voice still hoarse.
slamming the sliding the door back shut, you walk closer, “being a fucking pervert.” naoya tsk’d at your answer—the silence growing heavier the closer you got. looming over him, your gaze dropped to his bulge straining against the covers, making him shift in the bed uncomfortably.
teasing him, you start slapping his cock around, watching as it recoils back into place with every hit under the covers like a toy. his breath hitches as the slaps reminded him who he truly belongs to. “don’t tease.. please?”
his pleading came out as a question, god he was stupid. “please..” he repeated, “don’t.. tease me..” so, so, so, stupid. “isn’t this what you wanted?” your words slammed into him with humiliation because he knew you were right, “n-no! i mean..yes? fuck.” his hips lifted from the mattress chasing your hand that kept teasing him so relentlessly. “you—you know what i want,” he whined, “stop.. stop playing with me, i beg.” and stop you shall.
if you looked close enough, you could probably see his heart thump outside his chest—slowly pulling the cover away, revealing his ruffled kimono along with his button shirt. his chest heaved, trying to slow down his breathing by biting his bottom lip, awhile obediently spreading his legs for you with his thighs trembling in anticipation. motioning your finger in a circular motion, you start ordering him, “flip over.”
knowing not to question you, he groaned at your command instead—rolling onto his stomach without protest, his face pressed into the bed. he felt so vulnerable and exposed, “what.. what are you gonna do?”
“finger you, duh.” snapping his head to look at you with widened eyes, “what?” pushing his head back down into the bed, you pulled down his pants to his knees, truly exposing him this time. “i heard some of the servants discussing your.. ass cleaning habits. they say you are almost like a woman. who knew you were so.. feminine.” you snicker behind him, you could see his reddened state from the color of his ears. he was so flustered he couldn’t even fathom any words snap back.
lifting his ass up so that it was tooted in the air, you spread his cheeks open, you spit directly onto his asshole. a cry muffled into the covers as he felt the spit hit his skin, “w-wait!” he felt so.. so.. much shame, this was humiliating. a whimper was sung as you rubbed your thumb over his sensitive hole; it was like he couldn’t breathe. despite being sensitive, his hips pushed back against your hand—while you focused on his hole, he started focusing on his leaky cock.
naoya’s hand moved clumsily over his cock, his strokes erratic and needy—hips jerking helplessly, working between thrusting into his fist, and rubbing up against your thumb. due to his sensitivity he didn’t last long under your touch. his body arched sharply off the bed as his orgasm ripped through him with a broken cry, his cum shooting on the cover up under him. with shaky thighs thighs he collapses into his mess. even during his aftershocks, your thumb remained on his hole, still teasing him, “haah!” he squirmed weakly, wrung out and oversensitive.
pressing your thumb deeper inside him, his entire body jolted at the sudden invasion, his cry was raw, his hands stretched out into the sheets just as you stretch him out. “oh god!” he sobbed, his cock twitched pathetically against his stomach, still half-hard. “please!” scoffing at his begging, you yank your thumb out, making him yelp at his sudden emptiness, “do you shut fuck up? like ever??” spreading his plush cheeks back open again, you spit directly into his hole—he let out a shaky whine as the spit slowly moved inside him.
slowly and deliberately, you slid your finger inside him. his mind was a whirlwind of confusing sensations, his legs trembled at the effort to try and stay spread for you as you still slowly began to pump inside him. “you’re so tight, jeez.” like a woman.. but you'll keep that to yourself for now. with his cheeks burning at your sudden comment, “i-i’ve never..!” he gasped, still trying to find his words, but you fucking his insides really was doing a number on him. his hips rocked uncontrollably, trying to reject you as much as possible while trying to get you to fuck him deeper. it was overwhelming.
in your hands, his body was like putty to you. pushing his back down, you forced his hips higher—each curl of your finger made his cock twitch and leak. roughly taking out your finger, you start rubbing his hole again, “hah! w-wait—” naoya’s body went rigid at the sudden, sharp emptiness. a strangled gasp slipped past his lip, trying to twist his body to look and see what you were doing—but then he felt your fingers on him again, teasing him, of course. “i think you're ready for the second one. right?” tensing at your words, he knew there was no reason to deny it. “yes,” he managed to choke out, “yes.. ma'am.”
with his back jolting out of the arch you had him at, you breached inside him again, his gasp coming punched out. he never knew being stretched out like this could hurt so good, causing him to scream out. ugh. gripping his hair, you pull his head more towards you, making him grit his teeth, “shut up, we don’t want everyone to know how much of a bitch you are.” throwing his head back down into the pillow, he bit his lip, trying to muffle the whiny noises begging to slip from his lips.
you were right, of course you were, only bitches spread themselves open for a woman. he was supposed to be one of power, but instead, he was letting a married woman have her way with him; the ancestors must be joyous.
“i-i’m a bitch,” he nodded frantically into the pillow, “i’m a bitch.. i’ll be quiet..” god he couldn’t believe what he was saying.
knowing he was close again, you grab his arm and hold him by his wrist, using it to rock him in your fingers—each pull made your fingers go deeper and deeper, making him jolt at the deepness. a shattered whimper fell out of him, “nngh! p-please!” he was full, so full. and being manhandled like this, you making fuck himself back on your fingers like a bitch, only made him harder. “pleasepleaseplease! s-shitshit! please!” the begs kept spilling from his drooling mouth.
your fingers worked him deeper—his face back to being buried into the pillow, broken noise could be heard as you continued to tear into him. shaking his head frantically, a wet, shuddering sob escaped him as he clenched around your fingers—his orgasm ripped through him again. his voice was so raw, his face still pressed down like a good boy.
his limp body collapsed into the mattress, and another whimper came out as you took your fingers out. he twitched weakly against the sheets, his mind beyond hazy, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at you.
getting off the bed, you hover him, gripping his hair so that he’ll be looking at you. naoya’s eyes fluttered open as his dirty golden locks were in your hand, a soft gasp fell out as he was forced to look up at your pretty face. “clean up.”
shoving your fingers in his mouth, he could taste his.. everything. so shameful. shameful it was but he didn’t hesitate. his tongue moved in slow, submissive drags as he made eye contact with you. taking them out, you pat his face with those same wet fingers, “atta boy.”
leaning into that same hand, you could feel his uneven breath, “..th-thank you, ma’am.”
higuruma would do anything to please you
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working at a large law firm means you often work late. by your side is your secretary, higuruma. he was quiet, and soft spoken while you are loud and outspoken. from bossing him around to yelling at clients or talking aggressively to yourself, you dominate the office. he would be lying to himself if he didn’t find your dominance a turn on. you were like a princess to him, and he wants to please you in any way he can.
it was another late night. the blinds in your office were drawn shut, blocking out the empty cubicles and the stars shining over the city. it was so quiet that no one would have known there were large, hooded eyes staring up at you jerking off with your black lace panties wrapped around his dick.
“mm princess.. you’re so pretty.” he had been there for some time, stroking with slow flicks of his wrist, falling apart while waiting for your next instruction. “more princess.. i can take it.”
leaning back on your desk, you spread your legs apart, your folds catching his attention immediately. like a dog seeing a bone, he scoots closer to your open heat. he wraps his arm around your thigh, getting a better look at your pretty pussy as he desperately strokes faster. “wanna taste?”
without an answer, his tongue was hot and steady, his eyes never leaving yours. your fingers tangled in his dark hair, pressing his face close as his tongue traced slow, worshipful strokes into your wetness. the slick heat of his mouth was sinful and desperate—his nose bumping into your clit every time he tilted his head just right, making your thighs tremble.
between breaths, he murmured broken praises against you, ‘you taste so good’.. ‘you’re too good to me’.. ‘you make me feel so good’—the vibrations making you jerk against his tongue. every sound you made, he made one in return. “use me however you want, princess.” yanking him out of your thighs, whine slipped from his mouth, forcing him to look at you with blown-out pupils and spit-slick lips parted by ragged breathing. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, as if trying to taste you still. “lets put that nose to use, yeah?”
letting you guide him, your hand still fisted in his hair, his nose pressed into you, teasing and rubbing over his slick folds as his tongue continued to lap at you. his nostrils flared as he inhaled your scent deeply—he dragged the bridge of his nose up your slit in one slow, filthy stroke, his lips parting just enough to catch your clit gently between his teeth gently. “i’m—i’m gonna cum.. like this.. tell me i can’t.” he panted against your skin. “please.”
“course you can’t.” melting into you further, he drowned in his humiliation. “yes princess.” his eyes nearly crossed as he nodded against you, his fingers digging deeper into your thighs. his cock jerked in his grip, leaking onto the floor beneath his knees as he rutted into nothing. like a marionette pulled by its strings, he obeyed your movements. “hiro, flip me.”
as he obeyed, a loud smack echoed from your bare skin as you hit the desk. with his nose still pressed against you, now from behind, his breath was hot against your ass as he inhaled sharply. both arms slid between your thighs from behind, his fingers teasing your entrance while his nose dragged up in the crease of your ass.
his nose slid inside with a filthy wetness, the hooked curve dragging against your walls in a way that had you both seeing stars. “just like that, hiro.” clamping at your waist to hold you still as he fucked into you with shallow thrusts while his tongue swirled messily around your clit.
“i’m c-close again.” he whimpered, his voice high-pitched. He pressed his nose deeper into you, the pressure painful as your thighs clamped around his head, leaving him unable to breathe. just when it almost became too much, he pulled back once his vision started to fade—gasping for air, his lungs desperate—before thrusting his nose back in. reaching behind you, you patted his back, indicating that you were cumming soon, “princess.. please cum for me.”
his tongue came with relentless, broad, wetter strokes. "give me what i want, please," whining with nasty, sucking kisses sealed around your clit, desperately trying to satisfy you—pleasing you so, he didn't realize he had came on himself and on the floor. the moment you arched under his tongue, he broke up under you—your walls clenched around him, his tongue lapping hungrily through every pulse, desperate to wring out every last drop of pleasure from you. when he finally came to, his lips were swollen and his nose glistening with your cream.
being with choso meant having your tits sucked 24/7 ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i love boobs
it starts off as a coping mechanism after a long hard day. choso will pull your shirt down and suck on your nipple, softly, squeezing the other gently.
somehow over the months, it turns into an obsession. now, even after a good day, choso thinks he deserves to reward himself. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking and licking, rutting his bulge against your cunt.
if you're home all day with him, there's no point in putting on a bra, let alone a shirt. it will be stripped off you instantly. his lips will be attached to your chest in record time.
he loves sucking on them when he fucks you too. he pounds into you while licking your nipples, marking every single bare spot of skin. he thinks you look pretty like that. and when they all start to fade away, he fucks you again so he can mark them.
your tits will always be covered in his spit. he loves the way his spit shines when it catches a shimmer of light. he spits on your nipples before taking them into his mouth, admiring the wetness of him on your pretty buds.
he sucks your nipples while going to bed. you'll cradle his head in your chest while he sucks on your nipples like a baby with a pacifier. you've gotten used to feeling him falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth. his drool with slide on your skin as he sleeps with you in his mouth.
